It's raining again...

So, I have been reading someone's (fake) blog.

2009-03-11T20:45:14Z

And it's freaking hilarious. So I have decided to chronicle a bit more on this little forgotten corner of the internet that I own. There are only a few people who may find it, but they'd have to know my screen name first. Oh wait, he does. ;) Anyways. I am about to finish my last quarter of school for six months. Which is freaking fantastic. The depression I was diagnosed with almost a year ago is out of control. I am regularly suicidal and suffer from frequent panic attacks that leave me in a sweating, shaking fetal ball for 6 hours and scare the hell out of Tanker Boy. Yes, the blog has cute names for people, so that is my boyfriend, hopefully soon to be fiance, and eventual husband. So let's just say that unlike the poor girl who's blog I have been addicted to, I am monogamous. Which so far, has been anything but boring, and it's been six months (by weeks, not days. How is one supposed to keep track of these things?) since he made out with my drunken self on the couch of my anti-nookie apartment. (I live on campus. Of a Methodist college. 'Nough said.) Anyways. I have flown to Kentucky twice now to see him, and he has flown here once and driven here once. And I am going to see him again in a little more than 35 days. Like, 35 days and 1 hour and 17 minutes. (Yes, there is a countdown Widget on my Dashboard. Yes, I am pathetically in love with this guy.) I hate the Army, all things considered. It makes my life hellish. Ah well. I chose what I chose and now, with a few modifications, I will follow through with it.

BTW - I am so into country music. What have I become?? Well, I should go continue to consider the long list of packing that must be done in the next 10 days. Can someone kill me now? It would make it all easier. :)

Musings on a Wintery Day

2009-01-18T20:59:16Z

It is lovely outside, blue and sunny and about 50 degrees, which, for January in Seattle, is warm. Absolutely beautiful. And I got to sit outside for a few moments, drinking really good coffee and reading a neat book and talking to the boy and listening to good music. It was awesome. Until the giant tree of doom encroached upon my sun and stole it from me. And so I went back in the side to hide from the freezing-ness of the shade.

I am at an interesting point in my life, when "I grew up, I left those infant ways for good." When things I used to like have become less important in the scheme of things, when relationships are built on fifty-years-from-now, rather than the pleasures of now. I have been battling depression for almost a year now, and have achieved so much despite it, have grown so much through it. But it is only on days like today, when I wake up and there is a jiggling of hope in the back of my mind, that I realize how far I have come.

Oh, November.

2008-11-15T22:31:46Z

Wow.
It has been so long, and so much has changed in the past months, I don't even know how to say it all. I passed LDAC with flying colors, did pretty well and am now fully on my way to commissioning in the US Army. I received my branch, Ordnance, which means I will be working in the new Logistics Branch, maintenance and weapons development, etc. Not my first choice, but I am settling into it.

I hope to be stationed at Ft. Bragg, NC, which is the home of the 82nd Airborne, as well as the 1st Sustainment Command, which is the unit I would like to be with. My boyfriend is not too happy about that, he is stationed with the Washington National Guard in NW Washington State.

Oh, boyfriend, you ask? Yes, the chronically single is...no longer single. I have officially been dating a 2LT for 7 weeks now. Unfortunately, for all but the first three days of our relationship, he has been 2,087 miles away, at Ft. Sill, OK for training. It sort of sucks, he's amazing and so in love with me, but he's so far away. My first relationship is long distance. Thanks, God. Just what I ordered.

And school is trying to kill me, probably the reason I haven't updated this in so long. But I Will Survive! *breaks out into song-and-dance*

Tootles.

Mindless dibble

2008-06-27T18:39:03Z

It's now the middle of summer, and I have very little to report. I am leaving in 19 days to go to Fort Lewis for a month of hard-core training. My leadership assessment course. Awesome. And I am having friend issues....again. I am not sure why I choose these people. Well, to be fair, I am related to a couple of them, so I guess there's no choosing. But others...

I am not working right now, there is no job for someone who will be in town for two weeks. I need more LJ friends, so I am considering running around and friending people I enjoy reading. I am not sure that's how you do that, though. And...I am WRITING again. Like, more than just finishing up old stuff. Really starting some new ideas and getting them down on paper. I will need a beta soon, dears. Maybe. If the muse doesn't take for the hills like it tends to do.

Well, enough with the useless rambling. Love you all!!

Sarie

Listen to this and tell me it don't matter.

2008-04-24T04:20:06Z

No news, is that good news?

2008-03-28T16:29:51Z

I changed my LJ a bit, I was tired of the old. I have been writing like a fiend, however my MacBook fell on it's noggin and busted, so I am borrowing the roommate's laptop. When she's not on it. It's a bit awkward.

Mine is in a box on it's merry way to Santa Clara, CA, in order to get fixed and shiny. So here I am, on my roomie's large, silver monstrosity, nursing a hormone-induced migraine and eating Lucky Charms. Instead of going to class. I am a bad person. :)

To my friends who feel they are ignored...you are. I am sorry. I am going to run around LJ and reply on all your latest achievements, and I hope you can forgive my lurkish behavior.

Urgh, my head needs replacement. Maybe I should box it up and send it to Cali as well...

Video Again!!

2008-03-03T00:42:49Z

Wow, haven't posted in a million years, but hey. Finals are coming.

I found this video and thoroughly appreciated it. I hate politics, but I like the message of this video. So I am posting it, take a look, even if you don't like Obama. It's worth it.

new SPN fic

2008-01-29T06:09:35Z

So, I wrote an SPN story a month or so back, and I officially posted it on FF.net tonight. Nerve-wracking, yes, since it is literally the first story I have posted in a year.

I am going to see how the reception over there is before I link to any communities on LJ, but I will post the .net link on this so that if someone on my flist wants to read it they can! Well, enjoy, and have a good night.

it started with a vision.

Sarie

Sara Groves Video

2008-01-21T01:39:56Z

Wow. That's really all I can say to follow that.

New stuff!!!

2007-12-10T03:55:11Z

Thanks to fuesch for the new layout!! It is wonderful, eh? Also, many of my new icons come from her, as well as other, so THANK you all!!

On another note, finals are over and I am finishing up some assignments and such. Yuck. Well, Christmas is nearly upon us, and all that the season brings. Including flooding. Western Washington was quite nearly washed into the sea. We all nearly died, you know?

And my default icon is in mourning for LIZZIE!!!! (no, I shan't say more, no spoiling for me...) Yes. Well, new SPN on Thursday, and then NO MORE for much too long.

Grr. Arggh.

Adios!

Hey you all.

2007-10-21T02:05:38Z

I know. Gasp, Sarie is updating. And, as jedi_chick said, after not posting for so long, one would think that this post would be in some way meaningful, deep, lengthy. It is not. I am just...posting. Saying hi. That I am studying and schooling and running and writing and sleeping. (well, sometimes sleeping.) Oh, and that as of yesterday? I am officially in the US Army. I swear in on Monday. I passed my PT test yesterday and signed my scholarship form and such, and I raise my right hand on Monday morning. Crazy shit, y'all.

Also, I signed up for NaNoWriMo. Yes, I am insane. But I have an idea flittering around and need an excuse to write it down, eh? That's really all that is new. I am not working for the first time in a few years, but it is good b/c I am getting a good chunk from the Army. It's nice, except for the whole 5 am deal. Oh, and LTC was AMAzing. Pics and such later. Also, I am still writing, trust that. Just, no time to finish stuff and get it beta'ed and such. I am so in love with SPN it's not even funny. And SGA without Weir? Sucks. Out loud.

Well, more later. Maybe. *snort*

Of DOOM, the little man said.

2007-06-13T19:26:59Z

Egads. It is now summer. I have been final-free for like, six days. And at home, where the only wireless is hijacked from somewhere in the corner of my back porch.

I leave for LTC in three days. As in, Saturday morning, it is now Wednesday and I am FREAKing out.
Just to let you all know.

So, this is where i will be. Out of contact, except for a few (Rach, my mom is emailing you my address once she gets it) and not really doing anything fandom-ish. (I know, shocker!) I will have all summer to hang with the Mac and the hijacked wireless, but not while I'm at BOOT freaking CAMP. OMG. Like, OMFG. WTF. And all those capitalized abbreviated obscenities.

So, pray for me, send happy thoughts to the nearest star, whatever floats your boat. The thing is for me not to quit. If I don't quit and make it all the way through this camp, I will get a scholarship, hands down. Full tuition. So, I CANNot quit. See?

Alright, back to my packing and freaking of DOOM.

Adios!

Because I couldn't help myself...

2007-05-21T01:52:17Z

So, because I am a tag-whore, I had to write one to the season finale of SPN. It's all angsty and stuff, and small, with major spoilers if you haven't seen the eps.

Title: Questions
Author: Sarie Venea
Rating: PG
Pairing: None, and if you see it, please don't tell me 'cause that ain't how it's written. :)
A/N: Just a tag. After that night.

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Dean, what did you do?

The words haunted him.

What has he done?

How certain are you, that what you brought back is…Sam.

The dark shadows tilted and dipped across his brother’s features.

He begged.

Tearing into pieces, he begged. Anything. Any…time.

One year, and one year only.

He wanted to reach out, to shake Sam awake and make sure his eyes weren’t cold, faded, gone. He needed to see that Sam was alive.

Wrapped in blankets, his wounded arm was strapped to his chest and he lay still, asleep. Resting.

Sam was alive.

Dean, what have you done?

Sam was alive.

Green eyes stared back at him in the dark.

“Dean?”

God, that voice. His name. Pained, quiet.

Sam was alive.

“Yeah.” It was rough because he was tired, not because of the tears…but he wasn’t crying. Not anymore.

“I’m cold.”

When you were little…

“Okay. Okay.”

Slide of blankets, sheets over warm sweatpants, arms gently settling around a warm heartbeat, a small body pressed against a big brother, and Dean spoke into long brown hair.

“When you were little, you used to ask questions. All the time. Stupid ones, ones I couldn’t answer.”

Sam can hear Dean’s heart, beating solid, steady. Counting down the seconds until his brother is gone.

“Questions I can’t answer.”

Beating again, again, again. Two boys are alive, right now. Holding onto lives…they both knew a world without the other.

You shouldn’ta done that.

“What did you do?”

There’s nothing…

“I don’t know, Sammy. I don’t know.”

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Hope you like it!

Hey, look! New shiny fandom!

2007-05-09T02:26:35Z

So, I have a new fandom. How cool is that? Supernatural has sucked me in completely. So I made a new icon. It's a pretty boy and a pretty car and damn, who wouldn't love this show? Jared, Jenson, a '67 Impala, guns and scary monsters in the dark. Again, I repeat. Damn. Plus, they're brothers, and I am such a sucker for the brotherly dynamic. And, just like a couple other shows I like, they aren't afraid to bloody and angst up the boys. It's great. I already have a couple of one-shots written, even though I have no SGA or CM muse what-so-ever, there is so much potential, so many plot bunnies from every episode that I simply can't help it. So be watching for such things.

On other news, Catalyst is over. The diversity week I have been a part of planning since November is finally over. It was last week, all week, and there were forums and sessions and a worship night, and a hip-hop night on Friday. It all went really well, we thought, though attendance was so very low it was quite disappointing. IMO. They all tell you not to worry about numbers and such, especially when you are in your first year of programming, but you know, it still rankles when 13 people show up to an event you have been putting together since February. But, it's over. And now I can breathe and write and do my homework on time, start rethinking my personal life, etc. All the stuff you forget when you are putting on a campus-wide event. Especially one on such a brutal topic. Race and culture differences are so beyond what the average white, upper-class Protestant student thinks about. They are so very ignorant.

Well, thanks for reading my babble. I am going back to my Physics. :)

My DNA is more complicated than I thought....

2007-04-27T21:16:55Z

The jackets I wear...

2007-04-24T22:44:26Z

So, an introspective bit is in order.

I have about a dozen jackets from which I make my choice each morning.

If I am alone in the world, needing to keep the cold chill of loneliness away, I wear the red one, with thick walls of down. (My mother wanted me warm, bundled against the snow and rain.)
If I am on top of the world, strutting my stuff and wearing the perfect pair of jeans, the little green velvet come out, too short to hide my pretty curves. (It begged me to buy it, despite the contrast between who it says I am and who I normally choose to be.)
If I am worn by the world, needing to hide a bit from all that demands and worries and asks, I wear the blue, heavy canvas and baggy around my small shoulders. (I found it in a military surplus store, who wore it before me, I wonder.)
If I am out to get the world, tough and strong and telling off those who say I am small and weak, I wear the black leather, sleek and smooth, warm and smelling of cities and high buildings. (My grandmother wanted me cute, professional, shrugging into an illusion of adulthood.)
If I am running from the world, I wear the light grey, too thin to hold me back and yet covering the faults that wobble when you jump from foot to foot. (I was shivering while running once, and decided I needed long sleeves.)
If I am one of the world, I wear the brown leather, fitted and creaking softly, the sleeves long and the lapels highlighting my neck. (It is the only thing of my mother's that I wear, the only thing she passed down that I am small enough to fit. It is old and precious and hers.)
If I am afraid of the world, I wear the long green canvas, to show that I am the one to be afraid of, not the other way around. It rarely works. (My friend decided I could keep it when she realized it had been in my closet for six months.)

I wear my jackets, each morning sliding into the skin I choose to wear that day.

MeMeMeMeMeMe...Did you know "meme" is just "me" twice?

2007-04-18T15:45:04Z

Yumeko made me do it...*points at her* Crazy German, that one. :) K, so you all know the drill. All four of you. Hmmm...

Comment and I'll...
1 - Tell you why I friended you.
2 - Associate you with something. A fandom, a song, a colour, a piece of fruit. SOMETHING.
3 - Tell you something I like about you.
4 - Tell you a memory I have of you.
5 - Associate you with a character/pairing.
6 - Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
7 - Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
8 - In retort, you must spread this disease in your LJ.

Meme away!!

Remembering VT

2007-04-17T23:44:30Z

My heart and prayers go out to Virginia Tech, I am a college student and I cannot imagine the pain they are experiencing as a community. With time, they will heal, and until then, be praying.

A bit of NCIS fic for ya.

2007-04-16T03:17:04Z

I have this...Ochem...thing...I have to go to. (Wow, don't I sound enthusiastic?) But I wanted to post this snippet o' fic. It is totally the first NCIS thing I have ever written, but I was listening to "Jerusalem of Gold" by Ofra Haza and I had to write it. It is unbeta'd and such, so no nasty comments.

Title: Jerusalem's Song
Author: Sarie Venea
Rating: Gen/PG
AN/Summary: Just a bit of fic, what-if more than anything. A muse on my part. Enjoy.

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Tony held back, the loose white shirt flapping around his body in the dry wind that skittered bits of paper and tiny dust clouds across the ground. He watched the dark head weave her way through the sparse crowd, her hands folded under her chin as she approached the Wall.

Women sang, haunting songs filled with pain of a thousand generations floating through the air. The murmur of prayers echoed under the notes, a chill snaking down his spine that had nothing to do with the eyes he knew watched the back of his head.

They were in danger, standing in broad daylight, in full view of soldiers and terrorists alike. And yet she stopped, handing him her backpack and stepping away without a word. The wind pushed at her hair, her eyes wide and full of something he’d never seen in the impenetrable Ziva David façade. She wore her Star, yes, but he had never seen her pray, or show any need for her religion at all. But at that moment, standing in the blazing sun, her eyes were dark with need. He took the bag without a word and stepped back, silently giving her permission.

He watched her stand before the ancient stones, one hand stretched above her head and pressed into the rough surface. Her back shuddered, and he found his eyes closing, the timelessness sweeping him into a legacy of fear and hope, prayers to a God he’d never met echoing around him.

Bring us peace.

The song wept and pleaded, the word he knew following again and again.

Shalom, Elohim, Shalom.

The moment never ended, yet suddenly Ziva was standing next to him, long tracks of tears through the dust on her cheeks. Her eyes were hard again, but this time of determination and not the empty, terrible need. He lifted one hand, meaning to touch her, but it dropped again fruitlessly and he handed her the bag.

“Let’s go. We have a border to cross.”

The eyes followed them as they left the Wall, the songs wisping along behind them. And yet days later, the eyes gone and safely home once more, Tony could close his eyes and see again a small hand pressed against ancient stones, the wind pushing bits of prayer in words across the dry ground, feet dusty and sandals slapping, a rhythm under the haunting chorus of prayers and tears.

Cars growled and spat around him, his own purring contentedly under his feet. City walls sparkled new and glaring in the damp heat. Sweat trickled down his neck and he closed his eyes. Jerusalem sang again and he wondered that such a place existed, suddenly knowing why that dry ground was soaked with blood.

He opened his eyes and the city stared down at him, and he found himself wondering.

Is this land worth so much?

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Thanks!

How OChem Is Trying To Kill Me This Week

2007-04-15T03:50:18Z

Hello all out there. I had two things I wanted to do, but for now I will just do one of them. I would like to tell you the story of How OChem is Trying To Kill Me.

I spent 4 hours in the ER Wednesday night. I had a suction cup from a bad sci-fi movie attached to my eyeball and a whol liter bag of saline dripped through it. I had things poked and dripped and prodded and shined in my eye. I had to hold my eyelids open over a water-fountain wash thing for 30 freaking minutes.

And all I did was touch my face with an ungloved hand in Organic lab. *slaps self* Really, that's all I did. I was quenching some acidic filtrate with solid sodium bicarbonate, as well as touching equipment we had been using to create 1-chloro-2,4-dinitrobenzene (which is a super bad irritant) and I had not been wearing gloves. All of a sudden, my eye twitched or itched or watered or my eyelashes stuck together, something of that sort of innocuous nature happened, and I pushed my hand up under my goggles and brushed my fingers over my right eye. It INSTANTLY started burning like CRAZY and I went, oh-shit. (I said "damnit," but I thought "oh-shit.")

I grabbed my TA and she made me stick my face in the eyewash in front of EVERYone, it was super embarrassing, and she called Shelley, the chem lab godess of all things chem labs, and a safety officer. They all stood and hemmed and hawwed and finally, after 15 minutes, they're all, okay you're fine. So I went back and started back in on my lab. Suddenly the security officer rent-a-cop guy came back and he's like, I want you to rinse your eye for another 15 minutes and then you need to go to the hospital. NO JOKE. So, 15 more minutes of torture, and then I called my roommate and she came and got me and took me to the UW Med Center. We were there for almost 4 hours, and I had my eye poked with a pH strip and it was .5 off, which is a lot for the human body. So they stuck a suction cup against my eyeball and under my eyelids and a whole liter of saline was washed through it. Yeah, it was torture. Like, cruel and unusual. Except for the hot med student and nurse-boy and orderly, all of whom were hot and focused entirely on me, it was the worst.

So, that is my story of How OChem Is Trying To Kill Me. Literally.

sarievenea @ 2007-04-06T16:51:00

2007-04-07T00:30:41Z

Well, I survived my first ever PT. At 6 in the AM. It was horrible, but I so survived and I think I actually did well. We did 60-second sprints and I'm a decent sprinter, so I did well. More push ups than I though imaginable, however. I was so sore yesterday, I was having trouble breathing last night because my ribs kept cramping up. It was a bit of a nightmare and so I couldn't really sleep and now I am tired. Good thing I have the WHOLE afternoon off, to myself, to do nothing but watch TV and play on my computer. I was considering going for a run, but I think I still need to let my muscles recover a bit more before I try that. Maybe tomorrow. B/c by then I will be itching to go.

So, I just ate the last piece of key lime pie. And earlier I had the last chunk of green chile enchiladas from dinner Tuesday, as well as about a quarter of a pint of ice cream. Ben and Jerry's. I think it was a binge. A minor food binge. For which I must pay tomorrow by running...three miles. Not two, three. That's 12 laps. WITHOUT stopping. You think I can? I think I can.

Now I am being lazy, in shorts and a tanktop and watching MythBusters. They just proved that people don't get shoved backward by bullets. So all of our fics in which someone gets shot and they blow backwards, red blossoming across their chest...yeah. No.

So, MASH is on now. It's a good one, where Hawkeye had a stove blow up in his face and so he's blind for a few days. It makes me sad in a funny sort of way, this show does. Maybe I should write some MASH fic. Although, t'would be hard to capture the MASH-ness of it, you know?

I am working on my WIPS slowly but surely, school and Catalyst are eating my face but I have tried to find little bits and pieces of time to work on them. I may do a bit later tonight, I am going to go get some coffee and rent a movie for tonight, and then get some homework and writing started. So you can see, I'll get some beta'd stuff edited and maybe even posted. I should go for now, though. See ya.

It's an Oh-S*** Moment....

2007-04-04T12:37:32Z

It is 5:30 AM here in Seattle which means still dark and yet I am up, getting ready to go to my first PT over at the UW. The conditioned response is to be sick to my stomach with nerves, and yes, I feel as though I am going to puke. I am in sweats and a long sleeved t-shirt, I hope the other kids won't laugh at me... *sarcasm* Seriously though, I HATE working out in front of other people and I am not as in-shape as I should be. I am thinking I go once, am scared to death and hate it, and decide not to join the Army. Right?

*sigh*

I don't think it works that way.

God, it's early. Like, it shouldn't be legal to be up this early. Well, wish me luck. I am off....

Beagles as contraband. Ha! I love Firefly...

2007-04-02T02:08:20Z

Wow. I am tired. Not sure why, since I slept to noon. I have been trying to go off of coffee, shocker I know, since I doubt it will be provided every morning by my drill sergeants come June, but I just had a macchiato-style triple latte and therefore caffeine just flooded my system and so I think I now have a headache as a result. Which all-around sucks. Plus I am cold and starving. So, there ya go. I am not in a Sarie-friendly environment at the moment.

I realized that I am not political enough on this thing. I am a pretty politically and socially opinionated individual, and yet I do more fandom chattering than anything else. You'd think I would take advantage of the free soapbox that is LJ, but I don't. Maybe I should. Or maybe no one cares...

Oh, BTW, if you ever read my journal b/c you've seen my name in one of the forums or I've posted on your journal or something, please friend me. I have three friends and am pathetically lonely, not that I don't love all three of you, kriadydragon, nat_am_drachen, and yumekodragonfly, but I would like more. To prove that I am not the only nerd in the world. *pathetic face*

Well, that is all I have the energy for at the moment. I must go read a book entitled, "Church History: An Essential Guide" and another book called simply, "Christian Doctrine." Don't they sound stimulating? I think I would rather read a chapter of my OChem textbook, and you all know how I feel about Ochem. That should tell you something about my love of theology. *makes face* Why must I take this class?

Adios. Hey, come on over to my place on Tuesday, I am making enchiladas. Yay for Mexican food. (I stick my finger in it, then it's authentic Mexican food. Not made by a skinny white kid with pimples who's wearing a purple shirt and who's sum knowledge of Spanish is "yo quiero Taco Bell.") (not that my Spanish is much better...) So anyways, you're all invited to dinner on Tuesday. :)

See ya.

Little bit of fic to start the quarter!

2007-03-29T19:31:59Z

Hey all, I am ALIVE!!! What a concept. The new quarter has started, I have a new class and some not-so-new classes and a schedule that I refuse to acknowledge as far as what it means for my sleep schedule. Which is why I am sitting on my couch, watching Judging Amy and updating my journal. Well, that's not entirely true. I am working on a giant project, about which I will tell all eventually. However, I would like to post this bit of drabble, it's something I thought of while watching a Dharma and Greg in which Greg has a bad dream about Dharma being a superhero and him wearing footed blue pajamas. Ridiculous, I know, however, I always see Hotch instead of Greg when I watch that show, and I thought, why not? :) So there you go.

Title: In His Dreams
Author: Sarie Venea
Rating: Gen, PG, whathaveyou...
Spoilers: Light ones, for Revelations; Profiler, Profiled; etc.

In his dream, they didn’t make it in time.

In his dream, all they found was a smooth round of dirt, Tobias, Charles, Raphael, standing, laughing, the knife in his hand dripping with blood…

In his dream, they were too late to save Reid.

Just as they had been too late to save JJ, her body torn to pieces, blood staining his hands as he tried to stop it…

Just as he had been too late for Elle, the tombstone he stood over inscribed with her name. Not her father’s…

In his dream, he watched Morgan behind bars… He watched Gideon fall apart, his mind fracturing…

He watched his team die, as he did nothing, as he failed.

Aaron sat up with a gasp, the sheet twisted around his legs. Sweat trickled down his back, the air swirling in oppressive circles.

“Oh god,” he whispered, his hands clutching at his head.

“Honey?” Haley lifted on one elbow, gently touching his hand. “What’s wrong?”

He turned, burying his face in her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her.

“Sweetie? You’re crying.” She brushed her fingers against his cheek, shifting so that she could hold him against her. Tears caught on her hand, his ribs shuddering under her arm.

“I’m…sorry-”

“No, shh, it’s okay. I’ve got you, I’m here.” Haley rubbed up and down his spine, pressing gently. They lay in the darkness, her arms around him, the soft sobs gradually easing as the images faded from his mind.

“Shh, it’s alright now.” She touched a kiss to his hair, her hands slowing, her legs tangled with his. He sighed brokenly, relaxing into her as she pulled the thick blanket over him. She shifted again, settling back into sleep, Aaron still wrapped in her arms.

She knew what the dreams were about, why he woke up crying and shaking. Sometimes they were about her and Jack, when he would cling to her and whisper her name. Sometimes they were about his team, the people he worked with. He would wake up with another name on his lips, Reid, or Gideon, Morgan or Emily. Someone in danger, this was Aaron Hotchner’s worst nightmare.

Haley held him as he slept, keeping away the dreams.

Hope you like!

A slice of my day

2007-03-18T16:37:22Z

I am leaving today to go home, down I-5 to Southern Oregon. Ah Oregon. I do miss Seattle when I am home, and this year in particular I have no desire to go home. My family is a bit overwhelming and I have a lot to do here. Anyways, I am trying to get packed and clean the apartment and such. I am just going to finish the dishes and sweep the bathroom, but still. Motivation factor, zero.

I am excited, there are new eps of all my shows this week! I am happy. CM looks good, though I am wondering if they will continue the Reid-drug-kidnapped-PTSD storyline, since there was sort of a breakthrough for the boy last ep. I hope it's still an issue, I don't think realistically that all he went through is going to be over any time soon. Well, I should go, just wanted to pop in and say I am alive.

Tata.