Lair of the Derivative

Sometimes I amuse myself.

2007-06-01T03:51:15Z

Title: Forget Me Not
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #1, look over here
Rating: G
Words: 188
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

Despite me not paying much attention to this fandom anymore, I really do not want to loose this paring. Probably because I have several half written kisses and one-shots that need some loving and mostly because these two are soooo addicting. BLAHHH!! *flails arms around in fangirl giddiness*

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You forgot me.

The street is busy and loud as the odd mix of locals, school children and tourists shuffle along in the beating sun. Jake finds it hard to move, hard to breathe.

You forgot me, then you left me.

She is standing in front of him, oblivious to his staring. He found her, finally, after all these months, and now he doesn’t know what to say.

Look over here.

She puts away the water bottle that she was drinking from a moment ago and adjusts the strap on her pack. She stands patiently, waiting for the light to turn green. Her sun kissed skin gleams in the light from a damp layer of sweat and her hair has gone flat and is sticking to her face, but to Jake, she looks like a goddess.

Look over here and look at me.

He wants her to notice, he wants to grab her attention somehow, but he knows that a fleeting smile or a catch of the eye will not heal a year’s worth of pain.

Remember me.

She crosses the street and Jake is still standing, waiting.

WTF MIA!

2007-04-01T06:51:24Z

So yeah, I've been gone for . . . a while. Life kinda took off without me, and it didn't help that I got addicted to a stupid MMORPG along the way. Le sigh. It seems I missed some birthdays, but never fear, I come with presents!

You're 21 now, right? Here is an appropriate fic just for the occation.

Title: Azn Glow
Disclaimer: Don't own AD:JL and for all you impressionable young minds out there reading this, alcohol is something for 21 year olds and overs only. NO EXCEPTIONS! Oh yeah, no beta either.

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Jake giggles, hiccups, then slumps ungracefully onto Rose’s shoulder. She wrinkles her nose at the pungent smell of his whiskey laced breath. There’s a faint tint of blush on his cheeks, but his body has yet to turn a striking shade of bright red. Asian Glow . . . that’s the term for it, or something like that. Rose briefly remembers the subject surfacing in conversation a while back. Jake, being his cavalier self, proclaimed that he –unlike his unfortunate yellow brothers- was immune to the genetic defect that turned a large portion of the Asian population into red-faced one-shot-wonders. This posed Rose to wonder how anyone could be immune to genetic defect much less a genetic mutation. His proclamation also seemed to bring on a bizarre drinking contest where Spud found himself on an endless marry-go-round ride on Coney Island and Fu Dog managed to drink everyone under the table. A story none of the core four like to discuss.

“Hey . . . Rose.” He half whispers, half slurs into her neck, “where’s mah drink?”

In the trash, with all the other ones she cleverly confiscated from him, only to find him holding another one in his hand, as if he had a magical potion to have them keep appearing if his hand was bottle-less for more than five seconds. Actually, that wouldn’t surprise her if he did.

“It’s somewhere around here,” she reassures him. The last thing she wants is a drunk dragon hiccupping fire all over her. Hot breath to keep her hands warm is one thing, but singed hair is a no, just no.

“Hey,” he says, snaking his arms around her waist and grasping her a little tighter than is comfortable, “Am I red?” Sigh, so much for confidence in his bold statements.

“Not yet,” she smiles and pats him on the head knowingly.

“Mmm,” he snuggles into her side, then, “that means I get another drink!”

“Yeah, uh huh. Sure Mr. I don’t get the Asian Glow,” she manages to roll her eyes for the umpteenth time that night.

He straightens up and looks her squarely in the eye, well, the best he can do without swaying too much. “But I don’t have the Asian Glow! Do I look red to you?”

“Um, yeah. Need a mirror to see that flushed face of yours?” She sighs, not noticing his smile turning brighter by the second.

“The reason why I turn red isn’t because of the alcohol,” he tells her frankly, “the reason I turn red is because I’m with you.”

Her lips form into the shape of an “O” but no sound comes out. She quickly takes a swig of her drink and wonders if her checks are as pink as his.

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Turned out a little bit more romantic than I wanted it to be, but I think it works. XD

Yes, I know, Homecoming was a horrible tragedy but now I've moved past the anger stage and am now in the accepting stage. No more star-crossed lovers, betrayals and lies, but now we have a broken heart that needs mending, and that means lots of angsty!Jake fanfic. I'm hopeful about the fact that Jake and entourage still remember about the Huntsclan and Rose, which opens the doors for endless possibilities of new storylines. I haven't had a chance to see any new fanfic since Love Cruse, so I will be interested to see what everyone is writing about. Hopefully this little post Homecoming fic will cheer you up some. XD

Oh yeah, I know nothing of Hong Kong, so if my assumptions are totally off, my apologies. Enjoy!

Title: Middle Kingdom
Disclamer: I don't own AD:JL. Spoilers for Homecoming. No beta which means inappropriate tense changes. BEWARE!

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If he had to pin point the differences between New York and Hong Kong, there wouldn’t be many accept for the obvious 1. Everyone here was Asian, and the painfully obvious 2. It was hot! And it wasn’t the nice kind of the-air-conditioning-is-too-expensive-to-run-go-outside-and-play-in-the-fire-hydrant hot, it was the time-to-get-battered-and-deep-fried-then-slow-cooked-until-you-are-a-mushy-flesh-bag kind of hot. Ironically, the temperature wasn’t that bad, it was the stupid, annoying humidity. The kind that liked to kick him in the balls then run away laughing, only to return and suffocate his lungs from the inside out. Forget the Dark Dragon, this damn climate was his new arch enemy.

Jake steps into the beating sun and shifts uncomfortably in his sweat soaked shirt, staring at the sea of pedestrians that look exactly like him, never mind his clothes, hair style and attitude. Black-haired and flat-faced or not, he screams American and they see him from a mile away. The sea parts around him as some passersby stare, some scoff and others outright don’t care as they hurry along the sidewalk lost in their own little world of worries and obligations. It doesn’t phase him. He’s used to this behavior: doesn’t quite fit in at home, doesn’t fit in here. Being a magical protector doesn’t help matters either. But right now wallowing about his social recognition isn’t what is important. First and forth most he needs to find an air-conditioned hotel room and a nice cold shower. He turns to look up directions in his cell phone, thinking it was a mistake to jump out of the shade before he knew where he was going, only to smack into an unsuspecting school girl, clearly too absorbed in her book and not paying attention to where she was walking. The collision presses Jake’s damp shirt even closer to his skin. He winces in irritation as papers, books, his cell phone and blonde hair go flying. Wait, blonde?

“<I’m so sorry, I wasn’t watching were I was going. Please forgive me!>” the girl apologies in Cantonese with a thick American accent. Jake recognizes the voice immediately. Rose. He stares dumbfounded at the woman he used to love. Still loves. He’s not sure, it’s been so long. She struggles to grab up her books and papers before they are trampled by the busy feet of sideway traffic in her short skirt and tailored sailor top with a ridiculous maroon bow in the place of a tie. Right, they wear school uniforms over here, Jake thinks to himself as he remembers how to move and helps her collect the books. Thoughts of air-conditioned rooms and cold showers evaporate into the scalding heat. His checks are now red for a completely different reason.

“It’s ok,” he tells her in English. Her head snaps up in surprise and she looks at him hopefully. She looks the same, almost. Her hair is shorter, her face is thinner and her smile seems brighter than before. She looks happier now. A life only he remembers never tarnished her beautiful soul.

“You’re American!?” she says, almost excitedly. Jake can’t help but smile. Her brow furrows and she sizes him up as she hands him back his phone. For an instant, their hands touch. “You look familiar,” she tells him as if she wants him to agree with her. “Where do I know you from?”

“Uhhh . . .” he stumbles over his own words. You used to love me he wants to say to her, we used to be enemies but then we fell in love, but he says nothing.

“I know!” Her face lights up, just like it used to when they fought side by side, “I bumped into you just like this before I left New York for here!”

“Oh yeah,” Jake pretends to remember the incident.

“So what are you doing here?” Rose asks as she stands up to dust off her skirt that shouldn’t be allowed for school girls to wear.

“Visiting family.” A lie. Lao Shi sent him over to investigate the recent disappearance of Fu Dog. He couldn’t tell her that, even if she did used to know all about his magical side. Jake struggles with the fact that she is a completely different person now.

“Oh cool! Well sorry for colliding into you, you must need to get going to meet up with your family.”

“Actually, my flight got bumped up, so I have a few hours to kill before I have to meet up with anyone.” Another lie, but can’t let her slip away again. He has to see her, no, he wants to see her. He wants to take her into his embrace and tell her how much he missed her, but he crushes down the desire with all his might.

“Really? Hey! Would you like some boba? My treat since I smacked into you and probably scuffed up your phone,” she smiles nervously, hoping he won’t take offence to her accidentally adding some extra scratches to his ancient calling device that is in dire need of an upgrade.

“It’s cool. I was planning on getting a new one. The phones here are way better.” Her posture relaxes and she smiles sweetly again.

“Right you are,” she giggles, then “Come on, my favorite tea house is just down the street,” she grabs his hand and suddenly Jake finds himself moving through the crowd. “They have the best boba ever, you won’t be disappointed.”

Maybe, he thinks to himself. He really shouldn’t be hanging out with her, he is only setting himself up for a huge let down. He tells himself that after seeing her a bit it will all be ok. He wonders how many more lies his heart can take. As soon as they started running, they come to an immediate halt, pulling Jake out of his abstraction.

“Sorry.” She turns to him and smiles and suddenly he realizes that as long as she is smiling, everything is as it should be.

000

Happy belated birthdays ladies! XD

3, 2, 1 Bad Drabble!

2007-04-01T03:32:17Z

Uh oh, I don't wanna lose my claim!

Title: Race
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #9, dash
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

This is a ohshit30kissesdeadline scramble drabble, so don't expect any profound or amazing.

O.o

She runs beside him, her perfectly braided hair whipping in the breeze. Her feet barely make a sound as she jumps from rooftop to rooftop, chasing after the swollen golden moon. Tonight is special because tonight they are hunting together. The who and why and not important, only the how and when.

How long can they keep flying low.

When will it all come crashing down.

Their love: sacred. Their relationship: forbidden. There will be no happy ending and there will be no end to this race, but that doesn’t stop them from trying. So they fight. Together, they fight.

O.o

ZOMG lame! SOOO lame! More updates to follow.

More Winter Kisses

2007-01-15T06:18:23Z

Title: Winter Warmth
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #2, news
Rating: PG
Words: 540
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

Special thanks to Tech-man for the speedy beta read (and the title). Ok, yes, this is short, but you have to understand that I had this idea for an awesome beginning, and then well . . . I kinda lost sight of where I was going. Oh well, it's fluffy and sweet, and really, that's all we need for JakexRose fic.

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Rose stands complacent as the bitter cold caressed her lips. Winter in New York was always exciting. White crowned trees, snow dusted rooftops and dazzling displays of holiday lights always turned the majestic city into an even more majestic winter wonderland. But this year was different. Snow refused to fall, yet the insistent cold bellowed through the streets, freezing the sidewalks and hardening hearts. This made for rather unpleasant nighttime patrols, made even more unpleasant by her “Dwidle-De and Dwidle-Dumb” wanna-be companions. The only silver lining was the off chance she got to engage in play-battle with her audacious boyfriend and seeing Jake, in dragon form or not, made any day ten times better. Dating a dragon did have its drawbacks, such as secret meetings, backstabbing her superiors and dates ruined by “duty calls,” but for the most part things sailed relatively smoothly.

Relatively.

Rose sighs, shifts, stretches, and then looks around for any evidence of a special someone coming towards her. Seeing no one, she exhales a dejected breath of air and dully watches as the cold morphs it into a fluffy white cloud that spins and contorts until it evaporates into nothingness. She watches as more wisps of visible air peter out of her mouth and transform into nebulas shapes of flower petals, teacups and dragons. Wait? Dragons? And why are they on fire? Rose stumbles out of her reverie and turns to see a complacent Jake standing behind her, smoke swirls rising from his mouth.

“I see someone has been working on their fire breathing,” she coos.

“That was nothing,” he pulls in a deep breath of air; then blows out the fiery forms of a long slinky dragon intertwined with a single stemmed rose. He puffs out his chest in pride at the sight of an electrified smile spreading across Rose’s delicate face.

“So do you do children’s birthday parties too?” she teases. He shoots her a sly look.

“Baby doll, please,” he saunters over and takes her hands into his own. “Little children can’t handle this firepower.” The low winter sun reflects off his smile in a dazzling array.

“Oh?” She raises an eyebrow and soaks in the gentle heat radiating off his always warm body.

“Maybe you can’t handle it either,” he challenges her. She flashes a smile to match his.

“News flash, dragon boy,” she flips over her hand, palm side up, revealing the dragon shaped birthmark. “I was born to handle the heat.”

“Care to put your money where your mouth is?” He pulls her chilly hands towards his lips and blows a gentle warm breeze across them, watching intently as a faint blush paints the tips of her ears and cheeks. Her lashes flutter shut and her body tips to lean into him slightly.

“Maybe,” she mutters into his ear, taking full advantage of the closeness and warmth leeching. Jake takes the opportunity to encircle his arms around her tiny waist and brush his tepid lips against hers. She falls into him completely, allowing his sizzling mouth to warm up her own. Rose can’t help but think this moment wouldn’t be perfect with anyone else.

Yeah, dating a dragon had its drawbacks, but the benefits seemed to make nothing else matter.

FIN

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Oooo, did I get away with my subtle tense change? *runs to hide*

Winter Kisses

2007-01-06T23:01:23Z

Title: Tea Time
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #22, cradle
Rating: PG
Words: 1,468
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

Happy New Year everyone! Ok, so this was supposed to go out a few weeks ago, but I kinda forgot. Oops. Hopefully not too much magic has been stripped since now the holidays are over. As always, thanks to Techman for the beta read. Enjoy!

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Rose quietly steps into Canal Street Electronics and promptly pauses to sneeze then shiver, blowing her chances of trying to sneak up on Jake and plant a quick kiss behind his left ear. Perhaps it is better this way, because her frigid lips and nose pressed against his warm skin might have caused him to yelp in surprise and accidentally smack her across the room, unaware it was only her trying to act devious. Knowing she no longer has to be stealthily quiet anymore, Rose proceeds to stomp the thick layer of snow off her boots and brushes the rest off her cap, jacket and frilly pink mittens. She never really understood why she liked pink so much, being in the Huntsclan and all. Maybe it was a way to shield her self from the harsh personality the Huntsclan imposed on her, an identity of sorts. As Rose, she could slip under the radar undetected by the masses and live her life as a normal teenage girl, pretending all the Clan related nightmares were just that: nightmares.

“Hey,” a distant voice muffled by walls and curtains calls out to her, “come back here, I have something to show you.”

She smiles. Jake can identify her not only from the soft whisper of her voice, but by the cute sounds of her sneezes and coughs. She treads lightly through the shop, taking careful measure to not drop piles of dirty snow on Lao Shi’s clean floors.

“Hi,” she says, ducking under the thick blue drape that separates the private back room from the rest of the store. Her eyes take in the sight of several narrow shelves and cabinets packed to the brim with a disarray of oddly shaped bottles, flasks, jars filled with glittering powders and translucent urns containing animal organs and bits of skin, something she decides not to dwell to deeply on. In the center of the room she spies a cherry wood table supporting two steaming hot cups of tea. She moves to the table to sit.

“You wanted to show me something, dragon boy?” she asks as Jake sits down next to her at the table.

“Girl, I thought you were so over that nickname,” he mocks her, playfully pushing at her arm. Apparently, the Machiavellian manner never left her as she watches his every move and expression, waiting for the opportune moment to surprise him with a kiss on his ‘special’ spot, because it is ever so fun to watch him melt into a pile of blissful goo. Eyes not leaving him, she reaches to wrap her fingers around the handle-less teacup to warm up her chilly hands and stop the shivers from traveling up her spine. The realization never clicks in her head that the shivers have nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with sitting so close to a beamingly happy Jake.

“I’ll never get over that nickname, dra-gon-boy,” she tells him coyly, drawing out the name as she caresses each syllable on her silky pink tongue before letting them escape through her lips one by one. She swears she sees him slightly flinch and almost choke on his sip of tea. He sets the cup down and stares at her, mimicking the sly grin plastered across her face. His eyes, however, gleam with excitement, and she can tell from his body langue that if he doesn’t show her whatever it is he wants to show her within the next few minutes, she’s going to be combing pieces of exploded jubilant Jake out of her hair for weeks.

“So what did you want to show me?” she recedes, acknowledging that any attempts of carrying out her mission of seduction will have little to no effect on Jake right now. Her eyes turn to the teacup and watch as wisps of steam waft up the sweet fragrant sent then evaporate into the air. Tea, Jake is always drinking tea, and not the prepackaged sad excuse for tea leaves stuff found in supermarkets. Jake drinks the good stuff: hand rolled and perfectly dried baby green tea leaves brewed in scalding hot water for the perfect claiming cup each time. Caffeine, yes, that’s a plus, but it doesn’t have nearly the same effect as coffee or the less preferred magical steroids the Huntsclan forced her to take during extreme training. She sighs into her cup wondering how her thoughts managed to tangle with the Huntsclan again. The sound of Jake’s giddy voice tears her from her daydreaming.

“This,” he almost squeaks, trying very hard to control his excitement, “is for you.” He presents to her a small box wrapped in festive holiday foil with a charming lopsided bow resting on top. An astonished Rose stares at the package for a few seconds before her brain starts up again and she realizes today is the day her and Jake are suppose to exchange holiday gifts. The words “crap” and a few other explicatives (bad words) pass through her mind as she feels her heart sink into the pit of her stomach. How could she forget? Why did she allow herself to become so wrapped up into Huntsclan matters and school, only to completely forget about the simple things that are important to her? She opens her mouth to spew out some lame excuse.

“Jake, I-”

“Well? What are you waiting for? Open it!” he cuts her off. Complying, Rose unties the bow and lifts the lid. Her heart sinks a little more. Inside lays a ring shaped gold pendent strung on a delicate, iridescent pixie chain. The main body is engraved with Chinese characters and hollow gold tubes hang down from the circle supported by elvish style hooks. As she lifts the necklace out of the box, the pipes clang together in a pleasing chord, reminding her of the old unicorn wind chime that hung from her room’s balcony in the old gothic apartment in upstate Manhattan that the Huntsmaster and she used to live in.

“It’s beautiful,” she mutters softly. The gift is so perfect she really has no idea what to say.

“It’s a healing charm,” he tells her proudly. His smile is so bright it could cut through her deepest fears. “I made it myself.” He grabs for the chimes and continues with an explanation, “These resonate at a certain magical frequency that is specific to your body type and encourage your cells to regenerate faster when you get a wound.” The chimes fall from his grasp and radiate out the peaceful harmonics. “Go on, try it on!”

She pulls the chain around her neck but ends up stumbling with the fastener in her disheartened state.

“Here,” Jake says as he grabs hold of the clasp and moves to fasten it behind her neck. Their cheeks graze against one another as he fiddles with the tiny clip. He pauses for a moment to drink in her sweet scent. “You smell good,” he murmurs into her ear, then pulls away to see a faint blush creep across her face. Instead he notices the glassy sheen in her eyes of unshed tears. He inwardly smiles at the situation.

“Jake I-”

“Forgot?” he finishes for her. She nods in affirmation because the thousands of things she wants to tell him have lodged themselves in her throat and refuse to let her speak.

“Hey,” he encompasses her trembling hands between the gentle warmth of his palms. Rose feels the tips of her ears grow hot. “Don’t worry about it,” he tells her sincerely.

“I’m such an idiot!” she manages to push out before tears start falling down her cheeks. Not letting her utter another word, Jake pulls her towards him into a deep embrace.

She tries to stifle her sobs as he presses her closer against his chest and entwines his fingers in her hair. “Shhh,” he breaths out softly. “Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.” He slowly rocks back and forth until she stops shuddering in his arms. After the wells in her eyes have run dry, she pulls back, only to receive a chaste kiss on her forehead. His lips are warm and soft, and she can’t help but think that her heart has just skipped a beat.

“So, wanna know how you can make it up to me?”

“How?” she asks skeptically, cocking an eyebrow.

“Buy me some boba.” She appreciates the gentleness of his voice and matches his smile.

“Sure,” she says, “lychee with mango jelly?”

“Girl, you know me too well.” He playfully pokes her in the side to lighten the mood, and she giggles in surprise. Her laugh is sharp and bright, like dandelions first blooming in the springtime.

Jake thinks to himself that this is the best present she could ever give him.

End.

More Kisses!

2006-12-08T06:17:00Z

Title: Perfect Blue
Author: dxoverdt
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #29, the sound of waves
Rating: T
Words: 1,139
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

“It’s weird,” he says, leaning back onto his elbows and wriggling his toes in the sand, “that people park their cars on drive ways, but drive them on parkways.”

Rose giggles at his silly attempt at humor. “Yeah, but who owns a car in New York, let alone has a driveway to park it on.”

“Touché,” he shoots back, mentally giving her props for the witty comeback. “That’s why the Mac Daddy Jake Long has the flyest skateboard on the East side, impressing all the high school honeys,” he gives her a playful wink before shielding his eyes from the blinding sun and enjoys her cheerful laughter.

“Speaking of impressing the honeys, when are you gonna teach me how to skate?” she asks, flashing him a smile that would melt a snowman in the North Pole.

“Right now!” He jumps up wildly, flinging sand every which way.

“Here?” she asks skeptically, “on the beach?”

“Yeah, it’s the best place to learn,” he tells her as if everyone in the world knows this fact.

“But what about the sand? Won’t it get all in the spokes and mess up your wheels?”

“Nope.” He proclaims loudly. “That’s the beauty of learning at the beach, if you fall, it won’t hurt.”

“But,” she starts, unaware that she will not win this argument.

“No buts,” he cuts her off. “What? Is the big bad Hunts girl afraid of a widdle skate board?”

“Am not!” she shoots back at him.

“Uh oh, here comes the Hunts-chicken. Magical creatures run for you lives!” He grabs his board and runs towards the waves, flailing his arms and dramatically screaming all the way to the salty seas.

Rose feels her eyebrow twitch and can almost hear her mental restraint snap. No one calls her a chicken and gets away with it; no one.

“Get back here dragon boy, so I can give you something to really scream about!” she yells at him, but her voice is lost amongst thunderous crashing of the waves.

“What was that?” Jake props a hand behind his ear, “can’t hear you over the sound of the ocean. You better come down here and say it to my face.”

“Eeewwwerrrr!” Rose stomps over to his location with fists tightly clenched.

“I said-” the words stop flowing from her mouth as a firm dragon tail wraps around her mid-section and promptly tosses her into the water like a rag doll. She floats in the murky swirls of sand, salt, and plankton in stunned silence, then wraps her mind around the situation and springs above the surface, finding her footing in the soaked sand.

“You little-” she starts, but as if to add insult to injury, is cut off by a giant wave crashing into her. Jake finds himself rolling on the ground, unable to control his laughter. After two more attempts, Rose finally makes it to the shore, seething so irately that the water is literally steaming off of her.

She crosses her arms and pouts. “Not funny,” she tells him dryly.

“Are you kidding me?” he stifles out between laughs, “that was hilarious. You took the bait like a sucker. You were so mad you didn’t even notice what I was planning, and then BAM!” his fist impacts his palm for effect, “Right into the water!” He places a hand on his stomach to calm himself down from the hysterical chuckles. “Besides,” he continues, “you have your swim suit on anyways, so don’t be crying about it.”

“Yeah, under my clothes!” she screams at him, not taking kindly to his observations. Furiously, she struggles to pull off her sopping wet shirt and flings it onto Jake. It lands with the satisfying slapping sound of wet fabric colliding with dry skin.

“Ouch, that’s cold,” Jake yelps as he pushes the offending garment off of his chest.

She doesn’t pay attention to him, “Now what am I going to wear home? This was the only pair of clothes I brought!” She continues to rant, unaware of Jake’s eyes firmly glued to the site of her glittery pink bikini top. Her hands move to unzip her drenched jeans that are now starting to feel very uncomfortable with all the sand trapped inside. “Ugggh, what is it with you today! You’re acting so weird and pulling pranks. That’s so immature,” she finishes as she struggles out of the last pant leg and tosses the denims towards Jake’s head. He bats it away with ease, keeping his eyes transfixed on her shimmering sun kissed skin and gentle curves.

“What?” She finally asks him, just now noticing his dopey stare. She crosses her arms and arrogantly turns up her nose. “You’re staring at me like I have kelp all over my body or something.” She lifts up her arms to inspect for any impurities. Not finding anything stare worthy, she shifts her gaze back over to Jake, only to notice him sporting a gigantic mischievous grin. Realization spreads across her face as she places hands on her hips and narrows her eyes slightly. “Like what you see?” she coos, the words sliding from her mouth like silk. He sits up with knees slightly bent and pulls at the cuffs of his board shorts while nodding in affirmation. She looks at the ground sheepishly, “So I guess this means you don’t practice skateboarding on the sand.”

“Not a chance,” he tells her smugly.

“So are you gonna tell me that gullible is not a word in the dictionary too?” she asks while a small smile pulls at the corners of her lips.

“I’ll save that for tomorrow,” he says and motions for her to sit down next to him. As she kneels down, he catches a glimpse of the ocean and sky reflected in her eyes, melding with her eye color into a perfect blue. He plants a chaste kiss on her lips then rests his forehead on hers while stroking her cheek.

“You know what this means now, right?” she asks with a playful grin tugging at her mouth. He grunts a “mmmm” in response. “Payback,” she whispers as her fingers dart up his neck and stroke the sensitive flesh behind his left ear. She watches him shiver under her touch.

With lightning speed he grasps her hand and pulls it away. “Don’t,” he tells her, his voice husky and dry, “not when you are so vulnerable right now.” He scopes her up into his lap and wraps his arms around her slender waist.

“Oh, is the dragon having problems with self control,” she taunts him.

“Maybe,” he breathes and leans back onto his elbows, causing her to fall onto him. She picks herself up and giggles, clenching some sand between her toes. He looks into her eyes again and smiles.

“Yeah,” he thinks to him self, “perfect blue.”

FIN

000

So this was supposed to be a flash fic, but turned into 1000+ words. *headdesk* Oh well, at least it's fun cute fluffy smoop that everyone can enjoy. Special thanks to Techman for betaing this so fast. XD

Me angsty? No . . .

2006-11-17T19:07:47Z

Title: River Run Red
By: dxoverdt
Pairing: Jake x Rose
Fandom: AD:JL
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

ZOMG! I am totally in love with kp_krazy right now. Best. Muse. Ever. This fic was nothing but a few fragments of angst until she came along and whipped it into shape. *huggles*

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Red . . . like water, like life. Swirling and rushing through liquid-sharp love intertwined with hate. She inhales. He exhales . . . and thick rivers flow between them. Salty seas pour down in all at once soft and searing drops . . .

'O brawling love; O loving hate...'

The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight.

Pain. Blistering pain. It travels through her body, scorching her nerves and dulling her senses. She feels Jake pressed up against her, heavy and unyielding. It’s not the reason why she finds it so hard to breathe.

The sword has penetrated through them both. Like lovers on a skewer, pinned between a wall and the invisible boundary of a raging war. All she wants to do is close her eyes and let this nightmare dissolve from the world.

“Rose. . .” Someone is calling for her. “Rose.” Is that Jake? He sounds so far away. “Rose!” Her pupils try to focus on the face before her. “Rose!” He is screaming. “Don’t close your eyes! You have to stay awake, Rose!” He shakes her head, forcing her to focus. “Rose, do you hear me?!”

She finally sees Jake in front of her, brown eyes full of concern and rage. She sees the anger in his pupils, the tenseness of his muscles, and the blood trickling down his chin. She wants to reach up and wipe it away. Clean his face, clean his conscience, clean up this mess that she has made.

“Rose! Stay with me!’ He shakes her head. “I’m going to pull out the sword, but you cannot close your eyes! Do you understand me!?” He is yelling at her, fishing for a reaction, but she can barely hear him over the ringing pulse in her ears. She finds the strength to nod. He forms his tail.

It coils around the hilt of the katana that is embedded between them. He props her up with his arms, and pulls. She screams. The sword has pierced through her soul.

It’s on the ground now, clattering in the breeze. Like metal on concrete, tangible and real. She feels the ghost of the blade still inside her, still brandishing her. It makes her feel so cold but the night is warm and the moon is watching, knowing.

“Rose!” She knows Jake is calling to her, but she cannot see him, cannot feel him beside her. All she can feel is the insipid numbness of metal in flesh.

“Rose you have to listen to me. I took out the sword but you have to keep pressure on the wound. You have to press down, hard!”

She thinks she hears him tell her that it’s the difference between 4 and 20 minutes left to live, but she’s not sure. She presses down hard anyway.

He moves to stand up, blood oozing from the puncture wound through his stomach. Jake is strong, stronger than anything Rose ever hopes to achieve. To him the wound is merely a scratch, a nuisance of a sting in the pit of his belly reminding him that Rose is waiting, watching, bleeding, dying.

The curtain of surreality separating them from the brutal war is wearing thin. Blue flames engulf Jake’s body and he emerges towering and red with fire surging through his veins, the wound now an afterthought evaporating into his armored scales.

“Stay with me,” he tells her. She vaguely registers soft lips brushing gently against her damp cheek and nods understandingly.

He turns, wings spread and his body charged to leave, intent on breaking every single bone belonging to the person who did this to Rose . . . his Rose.

Through slitted lids she watches him go, watches him pounce, watches him destroy. Jagged talons slice through unprotected flesh, guttural growls implode eardrums.
Wrists are snapped, bones are shattered and blood spills to the ground. He breathes fire, burning some, sending others in terrified retreat. A doppelganger sneaks up behind one clan member, launching him into the air with a mighty blow. Another clone joins him, serving out punches . . . 1, 2, 3, then a powerful whip of his tail sends the unfortunate ninja sailing to the ground. Rose can almost feel the impact. Her breath hitches and she coughs up blood, but that doesn’t stop her from watching the nightmare unfold before her. Jake doesn’t kill. Jake is no murderer, but this . . . Rose knows death is a far better fate then what Jake is doing to them now.

From her distance she watches the war rage on. She sees punches thrown and can almost hear the sickening crack of bone impacting bone. Perhaps her mind is filling in the blanks for her, for she has heard that sound within the Huntsclan far too often. And now, her wicked past has caught up to her, exploding into this reckless display of spears and claws. Traitor, they said, nothing but sentences of high treason. Now she is paying a mighty price for her sins, for her retribution. But Jake is paying too. He is fighting for her, he is loving her, he is spindling off all her hate and injustice. He is doing this to right his wrongs, to right her wrongs, and because she knows this she’ll hang on for just a little bit longer. The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body.

Red, she thinks to herself, almost smiling, is such a beautiful color.

000

Credits: 'O brawling love; O loving hate...' If you haven't guessed already, a line from Romeo and Juleit as suggested by the lovely kp_krazy.

The moon knows blood will be spilt here tonight and The moon casts its resplendent light over her pale body are adapted lines from the poem "The Moon's Secret" by Finish poet Eidth Södergran. Huzzah! XD

Heroes: It's what all the cool kids are watching.

2006-10-03T07:28:22Z

I think I just had a major brain-esplode. Not only was tonight's episode of Heros AMAZING, it completely striped me of the English language for a while, only to be restored by the witty, cutting dialogue of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip. Wow, just wow. Thank you NBC for restoring my faith in American television.

I command all of you to go watch this show. RIGHT NOW! If superheros aren't your cup of tea, at least watch the show for the hilarious antics of Hiro Nakamura, the Japanese cubical-dweller who just discovered he can manipulate the space-time continuum. Teleport, like "Sutaru Tureku", into ladies bathrooms . . .

First two episodes are available to view on NBC.com, and youtube.

More Fluff Fic

2006-10-02T05:14:38Z

Yeay! More AD:JL fic . . .of DOOM!

Title: Bubble Tea Yum Yum
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: Jake Long/ Rose
Theme: #27: overflow
Rating: PG
Words: 841
Notes: This is pure fluff. Yum.
Disclaimer: I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

The creases on her face tighten as her tongue darts around her mouth, chasing the sweetened balls of tapioca that have a consistency of something that isn’t quite like pudding, but not like gum either. She is concentrating so hard on what is happening inside her mouth that her legs almost forget to move, resulting in her becoming an annoying roadblock on the busy, tourist and native filled sidewalk of Chinatown’s Grand Street. Jake watches the expressions on her face change from curiosity to confusion, then to something in-between disgust and uncertainty. Her brow furrows further.

“I don’t get it,” she finally says, looking down at the oversized straw jutting out of the cutesy animal characters and bubblegum-pop Chinese writing on the flush plastic seal over her cup.

“What’s not to get?” Jake asks, taking another draw from his drink, letting the flavors of red bean, black tea, cream and tapioca balls blend exquisitely under the crunch of his teeth.

“The cold, mango flavored green tea with heavy cream doesn’t bother me; it’s these weird, chewy balls that get sucked into my mouth every time I take a sip. It’s like a rude intrusion,” she pauses for her tongue to investigate another boba ball stuck on the roof of her mouth. Jake looks at her incredulously. She swallows. “It’s weird,” she says.

“It’s delicious,” he corrects her.

“But the balls,” she whines, awkwardly chewing down on one, “have a weird texture and they taste funny.”

“It’s an acquired taste.” He smirks, “Pretty soon you’ll be addicted and begging the Mac Daddy Jake Long to get you more.”

“I doubt it.” She raises her eyebrows. Jake smirks some more. “And don’t talk like that;” she semi-chides him, “you sound like a drug dealer.”

Jake chuckles at the comment. “Just you watch,” he taunts, “you won’t be able to stay away from this stuff.”

The light turns green and they cross the street.

She takes another sip, chewing some of the strange, gummy like spheres and outright swallowing others. Jake takes this opportunity to point out that even though she said this stuff is weird, she continues to drink it. Rose doesn’t give him the satisfaction of responding.

She thinks back to an hour ago, when Jake suggested they go out for boba. Rose thought it was some sort of magical sweet, clueless of what she was bound to experience. As they entered the chic teahouse decorated with Ming Dynasty teapots and widescreen plasma TVs playing the latest pop music videos from China and Taiwan, Rose felt uncomfortably out of place. She grossly imagined her bright blonde hair stuck up like a sore thumb against the sea of black and bleached-brown and swirling waves of foreign tongues. To say the least, Rose was out of her element.

Jake ordered for the both of them, taking careful measure to pick something her taste buds wouldn’t refute. While the two waited for the drinks to be made, Jake casually exchanged a few words in Cantonese with the pretty, button nosed cashier behind the counter. Rose tried her best not to look jealous as unfamiliar words flowed from his mouth in an eloquent waterfall, spiraling around the room in a dizzying rush, causing the casher to giggle.

She pulls her mind out of remission and turns to Jake for questioning. “What were you talking about with that girl behind the counter,” she asks, trying hard not to sound accusing and ire, because she’s not jealous. Really.

He pauses for a moment to read her face. The clogs turn in his brain as he tries to decide weather she is mad, jealous, insecure or all of the above. He settles for an answer then replies, “I was just telling her it was your first time experiencing milk tea and boba. She said that mango was a good choice for newbie’s, and she also said that you are very pretty.” His smile is so sincere that Rose starts to feel slightly stupid for making such a big deal over the situation. A faint blush creeps over her cheeks and she moves to hold his hand. Hiding her embarrassment, she takes another sip of tea.

“Mmm,” she finally grunts through closed lips. Jake tightens his hold on her hand. She swallows.

“But this is still weird,” she tells him. It is unclear whether or not she is referencing the tea, their relationship, or the thousands of uncertainties, dangers and opposites that surround them. Sensing her meaning, a placid calm washes over Jake’s face and he nods understandingly. He watches with interest as her soft pink tongue darts out of her mouth and her eyelashes flutter as she finishes the last bit of her drink. Jake resists the urge to tackle and kiss her senseless.

“I guess I could get used to it,” she finally concedes. She looks up at him with dewy eyes and a soft smile that makes his insides tumble and twirl.

Jake makes a mental note to always take her out for milk tea with pearls.

***

For those of you who don't know, boba milk tea is like the greatest invention ever. At first it's weird, but it slowly grows on you. I mean, who doesn't like flavored tea with heavy cream? Come on now. Also, thanks to Tech-Man for the beta read.

Ficcage AD:JL

2006-09-14T03:21:17Z

I don't think anyone on my f-list cares for this fandom, but it seriously ate my brain! It did this the first time I saw the show, and then it did it again when the second season aired, completely re-stylized and totally awesome. So what did I do? I went and signed myself up to write 30 fics for the 30 kisses challenge, like I really needed more on my plate, thank you very much. Sigh.

Title: That Spot
Fandom: AD:JL
Pairing: JakexRose
Theme: #3 jolt!
Rating: T
Words: 381
Disclaimer:I don't own AD:JL, this is for fan enjoyment only.

Special thanks to my beta Tech-Man. XD

...

“So what is it about that spot,” she asks him one day, on the rare occasion that they find themselves alone in the school hallways secluded from any Huntsclan watchful eye.

“Huh? What spot?” He tries to sound confused, but he knows exactly which spot she is talking about.

“This one,” she breathes, just behind his left ear, lips lightly brushing against his skin. The sensation sends a concoction of excited sparks up and down his spine. Jake knows he must be blushing now because the heat forming on his cheeks feels like the burn from a thousand suns. He tries to casually side step away from her, because if she continues with this mischievous behavior Jake knows he will find himself in a very awkward situation.

“Where you going, dragon boy?” her voice is low and uncannily sultry. Jake starts to believe that he is already in deep trouble.

“Uh, nowhere, just uh . . .” his voice cracks, due to his current uneasiness, “why do you ask?”

“No reason,” she says, in almost a sing-song voice, “Just curious.” She takes a step closer to him and coos, her hands behind her back ever so innocent-like. Jake is starting to feel even more nervous, and the influx of heat bubbling up though his body is not helping matters at all.

“So uh, aren’t you gonna be late for class?” he asks, trying ever so hard to change the subject.

“I suppose,” that vixenish manner has stuck to her like glue. Before he even knows what is happening her lips are on him, brandishing that spot just behind his left ear.

His breath hitches.

“Just wanted to give you a goodbye kiss,” she says coolly, turning to walk away and Jake can’t help but watch the sway of her hips. At least she left before the situation turned unpleasant for both of them.

Minutes later he finds himself slumped against the lockers, trying to catch his breath. He reaches to touch the spot that she kissed, but hesitates and decides to get to class before he gets detention for being late.

At the end of the day that spot is still throbbing, sending jolts of bliss up and down his body. Jake now understands why that spot is so damn sensitive.

The Heineken Uncertainty Principle

2006-08-24T07:02:40Z

You can either know since when you were drinking or how many beers you've had, but not both at the same time.

Meh?

2006-08-04T05:24:40Z

Hello Internets! Where is my copy of Eyeshield 21 chapter 196? *paces*

dxoverdt @ 2006-08-01T20:57:00

2006-08-02T03:57:49Z

HAPPY BIRTHDAY kidouche!

I have a fic present for you, but sadly it still needs some work. But that's ok because you can read it when you aren't sick. Get well soon!

Ke Ke Ke Ke

2006-07-20T01:49:57Z

Guess who is going to Comic Con *points to self* me, that's who. BE JEALOUS

Story Time!

2006-07-17T22:51:23Z

Hey, my first fanfic entry. Go me.

Title: Fragments
By: dxoverdt
Fandom: Naruto
Pairing: Naruto/Sakura
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Manga Chapters 296 and Up
Disclaimer: Naruto and related characters property of Kishimoto.
Words: 1,211
Summary: Ten things about Naruto and Sakura.

Rant-tastic!

2006-07-16T21:44:11Z

WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE NARUTO AND SAKURA IN CANON!? I mean seriously, they are just teenagers . . . ~~with fucked up pasts, no chances to be kids because they are shinobi, and oh yeah, a band of s-ranked villains chasing after them~~.

Everything I write is either too angsty or too fluffy. There is no middle ground. WTF!? *flails arms around*

It shouldn’t be so hard, there is like 315 chapters of characterization on these two, yet they refuse to behave in fan fiction. *pouts* The derivative is not pleased.

In other news, WTF is up with the world? It’s like everyone decided to start punching each other in the face. Seriously.

Tight pants, tight pants!

2006-07-12T00:51:56Z

So yeah, I need to start updating more. Now that I am out of school and unemployed *sniff* I have no more excuses.

And I need to start building up my friends list. *waves to kidouche and communities*

I just got into Eyeshield 21 last week and OMG this fandom has taken over my life! Serves me right for being a football fan and a sucker for heroes in tight pants. *cough*Justice League*cough*

So expect to see some stories and art from me in the near future.

~~Since you are the only one reading this sharingank, I will be bugging you to be a beta, Ya-Ha!~~

. . . but I'm not really a horse, I'm a broom.

2006-06-27T03:43:59Z

Woot! Naruto fanart. It can be viewed here.