recently watched horatio hornblower, and currently watching BSG. and may i say, OHGYGOODNESS JAMIE BAMBER IS THE NEWEST ADDITION TO MY LIST OF LIFE RUINERS WITH THEIR FACES. also, this blog is fantastic.
Thank you! We agree, Jamie is the worst kind of person. He’s a life ruiner. Welcome to the club; we dont’ have cookies, but we do have shirtless pictures.
The line about cookies and shirtless pictures is my favorite.
The men opened fire before they reached the two of them. Panicking, Cade did the first thing that came to mind and raised a wall from the sidewalk. “We need to get to Pat.” Going back the way they’d came wasn’t an option. The men continued coming and the blueprints of the dream flashed through her mind. “This way!”
She grabbed Will’s hand and sprinted from cover. She was leading them towards a building on the other side of the street as shots continued to ring out. Her hand released Will’s so she could open the door. When she slammed into the door, it swung open but it jarred her painfully and there was a fire burning in her left side. The burning quickly became a searing pain. It wasn’t from hitting the door at full speed. Cade cried out, clutching her side, as she slumped against the inner wall.
“Cade!” Will called out as he slammed back against the door so they couldn’t get through. “Cade!” He moved to her and touched her side gently, his fingers wet with blood. He panicked. It took him a minute to remember they were in a dream. Shooting her would wake her up. But… He frowned, not really wanting to shoot her.
She winced even though his touch had been soft. “I’m… I’m okay,” she hissed as she forced herself to stand up straight again. “We ne-” The pain caused her to double over and groan. “Shit this hurts.” Her breathing was labored when she stood up straight again. “Pat’s going to be ambushed.” Mr Fox’s security was banging on the door. “You… go… try to warn him. You just go out the door at… the end of hall and…” She had to stop to focus on breathing.
“Cade… I’ll get him. Tell Clint there were complications.” He pulled his gun out. “I never want to do this again…” He forced a chuckle as he kissed her forehead gently. “See you soon.” He pulled back and shot her. Her body instantly went limp. Lifeless. Despite the fact he kept telling himself it was a dream, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Will forced himself to pull away, he had to get to Patrick. He ran down the hall and out the door, sprinting toward Pat.
She had nodded in agreement, but the moment he pulled out the gun she had squeezed her eyes shut tight. The image of her boyfriend having to shoot her wasn’t one she wanted ingrained her mind.
There was a momentary excruciating pain and the next second she shot straight up, gasping. Her chest hurt, but that was just her heart banging against her ribs. It was leftover from the panic and her mind thinking she was shot, dying even. After the initial shock of being awake, she remembered her job. “Clint. Clint!” She hadn’t noticed him standing over her or his hand on her shoulder.
“I’m here. What’s going on?” He was still and stoic as any CIA agent should be, but she knew some part of him had to be worried about his little brother.
“There were complications. He… Someone trained him against our kind of tactics.” There was a slight bitterness to her voice and her brow furrowed. It was vital information that they should’ve known about. They were the CIA, after all. “Will’s trying to get to Pat.” She yanked the IV from her arm and quickly moved to Will’s side. All professionalism forgotten, she knelt beside him and held his hand close to her chest. “Wake up,” she whispered.
ooc: my man candy monday will have to wait until I get home safari is being a pain in th butt and it’s taxing just have two windows open much less four.
Cade led the way out of the building. She quickly and silently figured in the longest route to the hospital. The more time they could give Patrick the better. “I think it’ll be best to walk. We noticed a large wreck on our way to find you Mr. Fox.”
“Yeah whatever. I want to see my son.”
“That’s exactly where we’re taking you.” She nodded and flashed him her most empathetic smile.
“Right.” He looked at their surroundings with a frown and rubbed his temple. “What… What exactly happened to him?”
“The children were at recess and Simon took a tumble off of some of the equipment.”
His confusion had quickly been replaced with anger. “Well aren’t they suppose to be watching him?!” He wheeled around on Will with a snarl. “What the hell am I paying you for?! Don’t you make enough to hire competent staff!”
“Sir, please calm down.” Mr. Fox got close, his anger only rising at being told to calm down.
“Calm down? Calm down?! I ‘ll show yo-” He stopped suddenly, an inch from Will’s face. “You aren’t Mr. Walsh.” It wasn’t a question and Will felt his heart stop.
“Mr. Fox, I’m afraid I don’t understand…”
“Unless you’re glass eye has been replaced by a real one, you aren’t Mr. Walsh.” A glass eye. Of course. Suddenly men with guns started toward them. Apparently Mr. Fox had been trained against dream invasion.
The men opened fire before they reached the two of them. Panicking, Cade did the first thing that came to mind and raised a wall from the sidewalk. “We need to get to Pat.” Going back the way they’d came wasn’t an option. The men continued coming and the blueprints of the dream flashed through her mind. “This way!”
She grabbed Will’s hand and sprinted from cover. She was leading them towards a building on the other side of the street as shots continued to ring out. Her hand released Will’s so she could open the door. When she slammed into the door, it swung open but it jarred her painfully and there was a fire burning in her left side. The burning quickly became a searing pain. It wasn’t from hitting the door at full speed. Cade cried out, clutching her side, as she slumped against the inner wall.
“Cade!” Will called out as he slammed back against the door so they couldn’t get through. “Cade!” He moved to her and touched her side gently, his fingers wet with blood. He panicked. It took him a minute to remember they were in a dream. Shooting her would wake her up. But… He frowned, not really wanting to shoot her.
She winced even though his touch had been soft. “I’m… I’m okay,” she hissed as she forced herself to stand up straight again. “We ne-” The pain caused her to double over and groan. “Shit this hurts.” Her breathing was labored when she stood up straight again. “Pat’s going to be ambushed.” Mr Fox’s security was banging on the door. “You… go… try to warn him. You just go out the door at… the end of hall and…” She had to stop to focus on breathing.
I love pistachios and every time I see the pistachio commercial with the Winklevoss twins I chuckle a lot.
“I swear to god, Steve, I will drop the PASIV out of this fucking window if you don’t tell me RIGHT NOW why you thought taking this goddamn job was a good idea, what with Bucky running around our heads trying to shoot us out of our dreams.”
“Can’t you feel it, Clint? You’re antsy. We’re all antsy. We’ve been the best dreamshare team there is out there since Cobb’s disbanded, and we haven’t gone under in over a year.”
Avengers Inception AU → wherein Thor of Odin Corp. hires Steve Rogers’ elite dreamsharing team to perform inception on his brother, Loki, and a shade of their ex-resident thief Bucky (who was killed when the team’s last job went horribly wrong) tries his best to sabotage it.
Or: Steve extracts, Tony builds, Clint runs point, Natasha’s a master of impersonation, Bruce concocts, Thor’s a tourist, and things happen.
(Source: -andrews)
