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Criminal Minds: "Medicine" (Morgan / OFC)

Title: "medicine"
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 1 together with sad raine - "Porn" for 120_minuten .
Pairing: Morgan
Rating: PG-12
Word Count: 192 words.
Summary: Not just a plaster have a healing effect. Sometimes you need a different kind of medicine to heal itself.
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat. Each of us a POV and also a prompt from the first packet transferred.
The different parts: First part , second part and third parts .
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"Medicine"

sweat ran down the neck down when her slender body rubbed against his. They slid against each other, touched each other. Hands were everywhere, and following the rhythm of the music, moving their bodies in a secret ritual, as old as humanity itself

It was obvious what she wanted. You had to be a profiler to understand and read that language. Not if they have a practically yelled. He was not afraid to take them at their word and did just as good as them, that they would end up in bed tonight.

gentleman-like yesterday, today He would take what she offered him. Slowly slid his hand down her chest and was lying on her hip. A call tug, he pulled her to him, pressed her hard against his abdomen. He bent down and told her what he wanted. She stared at him a moment before a smile appeared on her face and she nodded.

A smile played on his lips as he took her hand and purposefully through the crowd led to the exit.

Tonight, he was sure he would remember the first time in ages on any account.

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Stargate "heritage" (John / Cam and Cam / OMC)

Title: Heritage
Fandom: SG 1/SGA
Genre: romance, AU, Crack
prompt: pack 4 - "heritage" for the Summer Challenge 120_minuten .
People: John / Cam and Cam / OMC
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 1422 words.
Summary: Cam gets an unusual heritage.
Disclaimer: SG1 and SGA is not mine, I only play with it.
A / N: It began as AU John / Cam, but now it is probably rather then Cam / OFC. Moreover ungebetat completely full and clichés and crack.


"heritage"

"I'm excited!" Vala rubbed his hands enthusiastically.

Cam gave her a dark look.

"Come on," she continued, laughing at him, "you're not a little curious?"

Cam grunted, apparently unwilling to on the subject discuss it further.

"It is an honor that you have been selected as one of the heirs", now also turned Daniel into the conversation. "Amari usually leave all their kin and not ..."

"... strange aliens from another planet." Vala chirped cheerfully.

Daniel cleared his throat. "Nevertheless Kistara was thinking of you before he died. I guess in his eyes you were part of his clan, as you will have saved his life. "

Cam looked for help to the ceiling. "I pushed him aside as one of the horses went by. That is not exactly a heroic achievement. "He replied.

Teal'c bowed his head. "You have thus saved his life," he noted dryly.

"... and you dislocated his shoulder during the fall," Vala finished the sentence.

Cam made a face and rubbed in a fit of phantom pain on the right shoulder. It did hurt like hell and took forever until it was healed. And it had driven him to madness, he as The shoulder was dislocated. Not Goa'ulds or Ori no convert to run, a simple horse, who had terrified of something, only to have it - not exactly a heroic injury.

"So I'm curious what you get," Vala interrupted the silence. "A house or a horse or precious stones ..." Still thrilled she looked at him.

"The Amari are nomads," said Daniel without being asked, "I doubt that they leave Cam a house."

"Then just a tent," Vala said sulkily and crossed his arms over his chest.

"It does not matter what it is," said Daniel, "the meeting is in 30 minutes. Time to move us. "

Cam nodded and stood up. He was not keen to go to the Amari, but he had no other choice. And maybe he got lucky and inherited actually something useful.

***

It was raining when they reached PX7359. Routine they emerged from the shimmering blue horizon to the stone platform of the Stargate and immediately saw a group Amari, who took her in reception.

"Greetings" said a young woman came up to them. She was slender and graceful. Their pale skin stood out against its dark green tunic and her hair was hidden under a veil. Cam remembered that women wore dresses on the planet, compared to those of the population in the East on Earth. Determined, he stepped forward and pressed in a traditional greeting raised his palms against her.

"I'm Laria, Kistaras daughter."

Cam nodded and put his hand on his chest at the point where his heart beat. "I grieve with you." Returned it formally, remembering the teachings Daniels, as he could express his condolences to the Amari.

Laria smiled sadly. "I am glad that you took the long way to forward to you, to fulfill the last will of my Father.", She pointed to himself and walked the narrow path along which the Stargate away to their camp led. SG-1 followed her, Cam at the top. has

"The Annunciation, which my father left his family's belongings will be held just before sunset. As long as you are our guests and recover from your journey. "

you had already arrived in the camp and walked towards a black tent. Laria turned back the fabric roof, which served as input.

Rest "from you. Drinks and food are available. If you need something, do not hesitate to call us. "

With these words she nodded to the group that had entered the tent and took his leave to prepare for the proclamation ceremony.

***

The sun was low and it had stopped raining. The air was mild and the sky had a deep dark red, like Cam so far seen only rarely. He sat the right of the family clan, his team beside him. He patiently listened to each family member their patriarch praised, remembered and laughed and cried together, before the elders of the tribe began to announce what Kistara had left his descendants. It took until Cam finally was my turn. "The best is already gone," he heard whispering to Daniel and Vala had to suppress a grin, when suddenly his name was called.

He looked up and all eyes were on him before they slipped back to the elders.

Cameron Mitchell is a Stranger, "began the elder, looking around," but for Kistara he became a brother when he saved his life. "He paused for a moment in which all family members nodded in agreement.
"You can not replace a life and Kistara was aware of this gift. So he wanted Cameron to show his gratitude for the last time, in which he makes a life for a life. "

Cam looked confused and tried to elders, from his words to be smart, but he did not understand. Seeking help, he looked at Daniel, but he shrugged his shoulders imperceptibly.

"Therefore belongs to the present day Johnaria to your clan, "ended the oldest.

For a moment there was silence before again murmur of approval filled the room. While Cam was trying to understand what exactly it all meant, a man was out in the middle of the circle. He was tall and slim, his hair as dark as his sun-tanned skin. In contrast to the Amari, the Cam had seen so far, Johnaria wore a kind of dress that revealed more than covert. A blue vest and matching knee-length pants Plunder was all he had to.
Cams eyes slid the body down, registered the muscular upper arms and bare chest, shoot the dark hairs. He swallowed hard and forced his gaze upward. Johnaria looked at him, but Cam was the expression in the face interpret. What, however, he immediately noticed was the depth of his dark brown eyes that were outlined clearly with a kind of black paint and let him look strangely more attractive. He breathed and shook his head before he turned to the elders.

"Do not get me wrong," he said, and there was silence, "it is an honor that Kistara has thought of me, but I can not accept. "

The elder looked at him blankly. "It is not to you to decide," he said.

"But," Cam made a new attempt, "I can not get people paid."

Laria got up and they all looked at.

"It is a special gift that my father has left you his favorite slave, Cameron," she said, looking at him seriously. "If you reject him is an insult to our family."

Cam gulped and thought hard before Daniel arose.

"Cameron would not insult your family. But the custom to keep slaves, is unusual in our country, "he said diplomatically.

Laria reply, but turned to her brothers. The group deliberated quietly and cast a furtive glance at Cam Johnaria.

The clan seemed to have come to an agreement and Kistaras daughter turned to Cam. "We understand that the tradition of slaves is foreign to you, but this does not change our customs. Johnaria belongs to Cameron and his family. If he decides to sell it or pass on, the lies solely with him. We will accept his decision, "

Cam sighed with relief and thought about it already, to whom he give Johnaria could Laria continued as:". But before this happens, the tradition meet "you entered. in the middle and Johnaria led to action. "Johnaria belongs to you, but you can only determine his future, if you have taken possession of him completely."

"And what that means?" Cam said with a dark foreboding.

Laria smiled. "Johnaria is a Kamarim . "

Cam looked at her blankly, and turned for help to Daniel.

"And that means?"

Daniel cleared his throat and his eyes sparkled with amusement.

" Kamarim meant so much as, like a slave."

Cam stared at him in astonishment.

"A what?"

Daniel was obviously trying not to grin. "A pleasure slave," he repeated in a tone that made it clear that he bit back laughter.

Cam turned back to Laria. But before he could say anything, he heard a sound emitting Vala beside him, which was a mixture of screams and squealing. They clapped enthusiastically into the hands and shouted: "If you do not want him, I'll take him"

Cams gaze shifted between Vala, Johnaria Laria and back and forth before he sighed result. Why so what happened

really only him?

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Criminal Minds: "Dogs bark. .. " (Rossi)

Title: "dogs that bark ..."
Fandom: Criminal Minds
prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 1 together with sad raine - "dogs that bark" 120_minuten for .
Pairing: Rossi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 447 words.
Summary: He barks now and then, bite but he does not.
A / N: short, crisp and ungebtat. Each of us a POV and also a prompt from the first packet transferred. Trist Raines first part is here .
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds is owned by CBS.

"dogs that bark ..."

"girls night," Garcia calls out and dragged the women lift direction. A smile stole to his lips.
alcohol! Garcia is a woman to his taste - minus the loud type and red hair. Blonde has her please him better.
He lifts her hand again as Morgan says goodbye and disappears into his office. The blinds are down and no one looks like he's "Ulysses" from the book shelf, the bottle single malt behind it torn pieces. "Ulysses" appeared to him then appropriate. Finally, James Joyce was not a child of sorrow.

He pours, he drink, he pours a second time. He briefly considered the whiskey and poured it up in the Yuka-palm, which has given him Garcia during his first days in the team as a gesture of welcome. A flying moment, he wonders how much the poor plants can sustain until she remarries. Then he shakes his head and runs to the car. He still has to go and a second whiskey he would have for today made cold. After he has set his car with 26 against a tree, he does not drive drunk more.

He runs the few feet to the parking area in front of the house. It is dark and some lanterns cast eerie shadows on the footpath. He feels sick and his stomach rumbles.

'The Whiskey', and thinks he knows that it is the case, they have just completed.

He arrives at the parking lot and sees his car. This morning he had been in a hurry and the access to the garage was closed for works. So he had made here. This was obviously a mistake. Cursing draws he produced the ticket under the wiper. He watched him until his eyes begin to tear and blur the black letters. The smiling faces of dead women push their way through the Scriptures and be replaced by desecrated bodies.

There are days when he hates his job.

"Shit!" The word resonates loudly over his car roof and he takes a deep breath. "Bloody hell," he yells again in the night. He crumpled the note and let him come around. Then he gets on.

he is better - At least he speaks a the. The seconds elapse before he pushes the key into the lock. The radio goes to - Nat King Cole's "Unforgettable". The velvet voice wraps around his nerves and soothes him. He still feels strange and not for the first time that evening he wishes he had the second but whiskey drinking. Instead, he opens the car door, leans forward and picks up the ticket. He puts it in his pocket, turns on the light and drove off too fast.

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Doctor Who: "surprise"

Title: "Surprise!"
Author: Dunderklumpen
Pairing: Doctor, Martha and surprise guest
Rating: R
Word Count: 639 words.
Summary: Martha's birthday has prepared a surprise.
Disclaimer: Doctor Who is owned by the BBC.
A / N: For baka_yu birthday. Happy Birthday!


"Surprise!"

Martha laughed as the doctor led her out of the restaurant and you stopped the door.

"It was wonderful," she said and smiled at him. They walked around the corner and entered the dark alley where the Tardis protected from unwanted access had been waiting for them.

"The best for the best," said the Doctor, grinning and holding her as gallant on the open Tardistür.

Martha blushed light and was grateful all at once that there were no lights in the street.

When she stepped through the door she greeted the quiet hum of the machine, which she did not hear already. With a final "good night" on the lips she said goodbye and went to her room. The evening was fantastic. The doctor did want to surprise her and not tell where it went.
had landed it had been stylized finally on a planet on which food to live a dream. She had never fed so well as this evening and that the doctor while her company provided was the icing on the cake been. She sighed dreamily as usual, and pressed down the handle of her door. She came in and turned on the light. With her room she had expected, the good grace tidy home, which they had left before she had gone to the restaurant. What she had not expected was the sight, which offered her now.

thunderstruck, she stopped and stared at her bedside.

"Hello, sweetheart," said a dark voice that seemed to her all too familiar. But she hardly heard the words. Instead, she was still staring completely perplexed at the man who was lying on her bed ... naked ... with nothing more than wearing a red ribbon around his neck.

amazement she sniffed the air between his teeth and tried to break away from their rigid, but her mind refused when her eyes on the well-toned body with well-proportioned muscles slid along which to stretched her bed.

She swallowed hard and forced herself to look him in the face. His eyes spoke volumes and he knew exactly where she was watching when he smiled back. A series of dazzling white teeth appeared before he casually licking his lips.

"Happy Birthday", he said in a tone that sounded like warm honey, and led her seductive forbidden images in mind.

She swallowed again dry. "What ... how ..." she began, apparently unable to bring out a coherent sentence.

He smiled still be seductive smile and beamed at her.

"Happy Birthday, Martha," he repeated, raising his hands in a gesture that clearly did what exactly was his gift for them.

Martha breathed, its interior a single storm of surprise. But before she could reply, she heard footsteps behind him, came down the aisle.

"Martha," cried the Doctor, who had to have seen the open door, "sorry if I disturb you, but ..." He stopped abruptly and remained stand in the doorway. His gaze slid from Martha's helpless face back to her bed and again.

"What the ..." began he, as surprised as Martha few minutes before.

"surprise," said the intruder and his smile widened. "Happy Birthday", he declared for the third time that evening.

The Doctor stared at him with an expression on the face, the Martha had described best with frustration. But her "gift" seemed to suggest otherwise.

your two eyes still hung on her unexpected visitor whose finger slowly traveled down his chest. Almost shyly cast down her eyes that can achieve results which the gesture so much sexier was. Then he looked up, and Martha could clearly see the desire in the dark pupils.

'desire to participate? "Said the velvety voice and a picture of three naked, sweaty bodies, all other thoughts from her brain operation.

rolled Outraged and frustrated the doctor's eyes to the ceiling and groaned: "Jack!"

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original: "The life of a customer service representative"

Title: "The life of a customer service representative"
Fandom: Original
prompt : Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "Write from der Du-Perspektive" von 120_minuten  .
Rating: PG-12 (weil geflucht wird)
Word Count:  100 Wörter. (Drabble)
Zusammenfassung: Der Titel sagt es schon. 
A/N: Ein simpler einsamer Drabble, aber die Challenge lag mir nicht.



"Aus dem Leben eines Kundendienstmitarbeiters"

„Du can make me look! "

The sentence you lies on the tongue, but you say nothing. Instead, you swallow the words down and breathe deeply. The job is killing you. Even if you try to ignore all the anger eats at you. How often would you like to scream, "You idiot"

! "Fuck you"



, "You liar"

But you know t, it would bring nothing but more trouble. Why are you silent and stierst customers mad at. You think you do your part as you wish it, quietly, the plague of the neck. The job you hate and you hate your job!

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Make it or Break it: "Five times" Not with me 'and one time' Because of me, '"


Title: 'five times' not me' and one time 'for me,' "
Fandom: Make it or Break it
Genre: gene and romance
Prompt: Summer Challenge Paekche 4 - "Not with me!" by 120_minuten
Pairing: gene and Sasha / Summer, Emily / Razor
Rating: PG 12
Word Count: 748 words.
Summary: 2nd Charaktäre idea of development in Season
Disclaimer: Make It or Break It is the property of ABCFamily.
A / N: SPOILER for the entire 2 Season, including the season finale.

"five times, not with me 'and a time for me,'"

I. Emily
you would not be intimidated by Beals! But she had a lot of work too hard. Today's training was a pain and even a blind man had heard that it was "the new coach" out to get. It was just a mystery why? Alone on her trip to Paris could not lie, do you? Discouraged, she wiped the sweat from his forehead. She could not afford now to break. Scratching their courage she reached through the back, lifted his chin and took a deep breath. Oh, no! Ellen Beals would not they break.

II Kaylie:
None specific about them except her. She was the champion, they had to win. Of whether they won or lost, everything depended. Her parents relied on them, Sasha relied on her, her teammates relied on them, Beals was relying on it. She had to win!
regarded her with disgust the banana, which she held in her hand and threw it just decided in the trash. , Not with me, "she whispered softly," not with me! "

III. Lauren:
Sasha! She could not believe it. First, she left her father, Then she ran on her trainer. That could not be true! Summer belonged to her, to her family. She was like a mother to her and she would not allow someone like Sasha in the way of their plans. Her eyes wandered up to the office where Sasha Summer and worked together. Oh no, they could not do with it. You would have to find some way to bring the two apart. Finally, she always got what she wanted.

IV Sasha:
He had not made the decision easy. Back to work as a coach, had cost him overcome it. But when he first Days had put behind him, he knew it was correct. He loved his profession, felt the soft inner tension, when he entered the hall, and the ridiculous joy when he got the smell of chalk and sweat in the nose. This was his world, the gymnasts his responsibility.
Exhausted, he sank on the bed, thinking. He had wanted the best for his athletes, but it generated was a disaster. He was the coach, who was on leave when it was close. The person who gave them breathing space, so that they could fully concentrate on their sport.
Instead, he was the one who had hurt them unintentionally - and that was something with which he could not live. Basically, he already knew what he had to do, what was the only the only way to protect its athletes. They had the path he had taken with them, go with someone else's end - someone other than him.

V. Razor Razor
and Emily, Emily and Razor ... Lost in thought, he pulled at the sides of his guitar. He had let her go because he thought it was the right thing. He wanted to help her, give her the freedom she needed the support it needed. If this support was called Damon, it was how it is.
a moment he stared at the blank page before him, he attacked hard and furiously in the strings. Damn! He loved Emily and he just could not let go. Determined, he got up and put the guitar on its stand. Her story was not over yet - not for him and hopefully not for them. He would do anything to get them back. Everything!
The jacket already in hand, he ran to the studio door when his manager came to meet him.

"Damon, old boy," said this loudly and wiggled his eyebrows, "I have the perfect idea for your new video. I only say dancers'. "

VI. Payson:
She was the reason that all this happened and she felt terrible! Had she not been so stupid and would have kissed Sasha, then ...
Depressed, she turned and stared at the wall. Then there was her father, who had given their coach to understand very clearly that he no longer accepted as a coach. Payson surreptitiously wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Why was all so complicated? Sadly she stared at the wall when she heard her bedroom door opened.

"Payson", her father's voice sounded through the darkness. "Your mother says I do not listen. Is that right? "He began, and an inevitably smile crossed her face.

"Sometimes," she replied and turned to face him.