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A week or so went passed without incident, Alfred worked tirelessly to invite old army buddies, friends he and Reggie shared, and Reggie’s family (what little he could still reach) to the funeral; he would spend hours contacting people arranging things and planning out the event in exacting detail, so much so that he never noticed the growing distance between he and (y/n). The day before the funeral was to take place Alfred was, again, driving into Gotham to pick up an old friend, when he returned he noticed two neatly packed bags sitting in the foyer, (y/n) walked up and picked them up just in time for him to hear a car roll up the dri

Chapter 10: Bastard (or The End) Final chapter, unedited, OOC, AU, SPOILERS ~~**~~**~~**~~ Lacey stood there, unopened letter crumpled in her hand staring at the cryo-chamber and Bucky “You Bastard...” She grumbled, jaw clenched and throat tight. “You couldn't wait 8 damn hours... that's all it would have taken, 8 hours. You could have said everything you needed to say to me in person and then frozen yourself.” “Lacey.” Steve stepped into the room, he glanced at the letter and saw it unopened. “I think you should-” “Shut up Steve.” She spun around and stalked toward him, she s

This is a fanfiction and an original. I love Star Trek, so I'm adding some to my page. ~~**~~**~~ Ten years before the commission of the USS Enterprise, the USS Illinois was lost in deep space. The last message sent from the ship was a science report on a worm hole they had been monitoring before mysteriously going dark and never being seen or heard from again. Federation ships scoured the area but signs of the ship, her crew, or even the worm hole could not be found; they are MIA, presumed dead, and the fate of the ship remains unknown.

 Tia Dalma The journey to whomever brought Hector back was long and exhausting, there was no privacy, no time alone, no way to speak about what had happened so many nights ago and no way to repeat it. They would stand together from time to time but the rooms were too small to share. After a few weeks of travel they climbed into a small boat and began the journey up the river into the marsh lands where the sea witch resides. The boat rocks, people stare from the darkness and Ofelia pulls close to Barbossa for comfort, the boat clunks against the small dock and the pirate climbs off before helping the lady off. They enter together and the wom

Sherlock returned back to 221b after a rather large fuss, and she turned to Greg. “Sorry, I guess I could have told you…” “So you are a missing person, but you are not homeless, not really.” She nodded, smiling at the older man “And you willingly hang out with me?” Again she nodded. “The plan wasn’t to befriend you, really I didn't have the intention of doing any of this. But…” She paused, a small blush rising in her cheeks “I couldn’t help myself I guess…” “Couldn’t help yourself?” He stared at her “What do you mean?” &

His wife dead, the others in mourning; he couldn’t take it, this segregation from his lovers as they wept for her, the sinking loneliness that crept into his dark heart. He restlessly wandered the halls of his castle, muttering to himself for some time before deciding an outing to the country villages surrounding his ruins would bring him peace. He transformed and took off into the night, bypassing the one that was convenient and going to one where they feared him but not so much so they had night watchmen for his coming. He landed softly and took to peaking around the village, he would glance down dark alley ways, and sliding along the

Take me away Lock me up But it is never enough I’ll come for you In the dead of night And take you to hell with me