That's me inside your head

DiNozzo, second Z is for... doesn't matter really

2009-10-16T02:00:40Z

Long time, no post!

But since I had nothing to post, I would wager that it's a good idea I didn't post. No one needs to read my crazy ramblings about my lack of personal life. =D (You guys will thank me for that one day!)

Well, my new obsession is actually kind of old but not really: NCIS (and if by now you're still wondering if it's anything like CSI, please go watch it. You don't know what you're missing). And of course, part of my reason for this sudden love is one Michael Weatherly playing one Tony DiNozzo (God, italian men are my weakness). The other reasons are great writing, interesting and challenging plots, good acting and fascinating characters.

Though I should be fair, Glee is also a new passion. I love those singing movies and TV shows, even if I can't carry a tune in a bucket.

But anyway, why I dragged you all here today. Just wrote a small piece on Tony and I would love to read your opinion, so don't feel shy. Comment away.

Title: Touring the East Coast

Subtitle: A look in the years NCIS never showed Warnings: None.

Spoilers: Mention of knowledge acquired in "High Seas" and confirmed by the CBS page on Tony.

Summary: Tony DiNozzo did a real tour of the east coast as a cop. Peoria, Philadelphia and Baltimore.

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First stop was Peoria, right out of Police Academy. McGee would probably find it amusing that Tony had once been a rookie too. And that as every rookie, probie and newbie out there, he took the crap that came with it. He didn't even mind the hazing and the humiliation, as long as it didn't go too far (he wasn't about to let himself be bullied either). And he did all the mandatory things a rookie does: he screwed up, he trusted the wrong suspects, he fainted when he saw a particularly nasty body (or rather, became unconscious for a small period of time - DiNozzos don't faint), he puked right outside a scene when he saw his first dead kid.

Still, he learned a lot. He had to grant Peoria and its police officers that. He learned the trade and learned it well, that being coped with good instincts contributed for him to become a "damn good rookie" as Detective Peter Clayton said once. Not all of the older cops were happy about that though, not everyone liked being outshined by a "kid" who just got out Police Academy.

But Tony was like that dog that keeps coming back after being kicked, so he beared it all with a grin, even though he knew what was being said inside the locker rooms (and outside too, for that matter).

It was almost two years into his "Peoria Period" (like he would later call it, just because it sounded funny), when Peter Clayton died while chasing a suspect. After that, it didn't make sense staying. The only other people who liked him were a few other rookies and a couple of lab techs. So Tony packed up, said goodbye and moved on to the next city in the list.

His entire life, Tony lived either on the East Coast or in the Midwest. The West Coast, despite having Hollywood, didn't have much of an appeal to him. California was fun (really fun), but it would never feel quite like home (he liked the Atlantic Ocean better - simple as that). So he threw a dart in a map and got Philly. Though Philly was worse than Peoria. Instead of good-natured hazing over being a rookie, he got mean-spirited comments and actions from his fellow officers. It was in Philadelphia that he took the detective test, most of the older guys thought it was unfair that he even got to do the test and were even less pleased when he was the only one who passed it (actually, he aced it - take that everyone who diagnosed him with learning disabilities).

The general opinion was that he was "too young to be a detective without buying his way in" and it seemed to infuriate them even further that he was good at it. He had good instincts and stood by them and most often than not, he was right. So when he started to be "right" more times than the other detectives were, it became a serious issue. When he got the highest solving rate of the month, the captain pulled him aside, congratulated him and warned him that he should trade departments while he was ahead. No one was looking out for him in the field and the captain didn't want his body in his conscience.

So Tony left Philly, 18 months after he got in. On the bright side, he left on his own legs and not in a coffin. Later, he would describe his reasons for leaving as "there were extenuating circumstances". Later, he would also learn the meaning of knowing someone really had your back.

As "P" just wasn't cutting it, he tried his luck in Baltimore. And Baltimore was okay. He was older now, if you can call 28 old. Also, he started learning how to pitch in his ideas and theories without making it seem as he was the one pitching the theory. He goofed 90% of the time and made sure no one took him too serious. That being done, it never seemed like he was the one responsible for the busts, so there was no reason for anyone to be jealous.

His main problem in Baltimore was a partner he couldn't win over. He didn't want the guy to love him, but it would certainly be better if the guy could stand him. Detective Mark Wilson was an arrogant man who thought that coming from a long line of law enforcement agents entitled him to act like anyone else was inferior to him. He would shoot down everything Tony had to say, never admitted to being wrong and had been known to leave Tony's back unattended more than once.

In law enforcement, partners are supposed to trust each other completely. Otherwise, it never ends well. But before Tony could try another request for a change in partner or department, the entire department was caught up with a serial killer case. And when the latest victim turned out to be a petty officer, half of the officers groaned at having to work with NCIS again. Having gone to a military school during his teenager years, Tony knew what the acronym meant and that was when Special Agent Leroy Jethro Gibbs rolled into town.

One of the older guys whispered to him that the second "B" was for bastard. But Tony had experience with bastards so he stepped up and proposed that they share jurisdiction. Gibbs didn't seem keen on the idea but Tony argued that it wasn't solely a military case. Out of 5 victims, only one was serving. Besides, their knowledge of the town would be helpful, they might make connections he couldn't. In the end, it was a comment about having learned how to share in kindergarten that convinced Gibbs. If anything, the "kid" had guts.

Later, Gibbs would learn that the "kid" was also extremely competent (even if he tried not to show).

The case got solved, but not before another body showed up and not before Tony managed to alienate most of the department. Some of them started scuttlebutt that he was ass kissing for a "cushy fed job", that they overheard Tony telling Gibbs he was too good to be "just a cop" and other comments of the sort. Unfortunately for Tony the rumors caught on like fire in a haystack.

"DiNozzo! How do you like Washington?" Gibbs asked after their suspect admitted to killing the 6 people. And though Tony had a feeling of where this was going, he decided to be a little hard to get.

"Well, Gibbs, I've only been once. Once of those visits you make in school. Meet the White House kind of stuff. My teacher was this really pretty woman, very Mrs. Robinson. Too bad I was only 8."

"Don't make me ask it. You'll be expected in two weeks, otherwise don't bother showing up." Realizing that was as far as an job proposal as he was going to get, Tony smiled and for the first time said the three words that would stick with him for many years to come.

"On it, boss."

(It was only after he passed the two year mark at NCIS that Tony stopped getting 6-months leases on his apartment, and started getting longer contracts. - Just to make sure.)

R & R

Lali Lewicki

Long time no see...

2008-12-05T00:24:45Z

Hey...uh... spiders making cobwebs on the corners of this LJ...

Long time no see... have I told you I'm in college now? oh... I should have... I'm finishing my second semester already! =D And I might even pass in all of my classes!

I do have something new for you though... A new one-shot...

One about Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl, of course!

Enjoy!

Title: Ali
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue!
Summary: Chuck made her wait in the heliport. France could wait as well. The story of two week when Blair met... House?

Blonde straight hair, no headbands, no designer outfit. No Upper East Sider would recognize her like this, and that was a good thing too. She didn't want to be Blair Waldorf in Princenton. After the kind of year she had and the "Tuscany that wasn't", Blair figured that she could use a few weeks out of the map, everyone's map.

Her parents were easy enough to fool. Her dad, as much as she loved him, was too naive for a high society guy and didn't even suspect when she told him she would be a few weeks late because of Serena needed her a bit longer. Her mother was much too distracted to realize that her daughter wasn't going to France.

As for her friends, she didn't have many at the moment, her minions were slowly coming back to her and Serena was self-absorved enough in her recent break-up.

It was oddly liberating... This opportunity to wear cheap jeans, tennis and not work so much on her appearance. By normal standards, she was already pretty enough. Prettier than most.

No one here expected her to be perfect. No one expected anything of her.

Maybe "Ali" wouldn't even be bulimic.

She does find herself in a clinic, however. A cold, most likely. And the waiting room makes her wonder if she won't leave this place sicker than she arrived.

Her doctor has a sarcasm that she can appreciate, even as she giggles with his lame jokes. "Ali" is not Blair, "Ali" wouldn't throw back remarks like that. When Blair Waldorf gets in character, she stays in character. It's a wonder why few high society women become actresses, their life prepares them well enough.

He buys it, and she sees that he's discreetly checking her out. Blair was always one to create a little havoc wherever she went. So when the charts drop, she's eager to pick them up. All smiles.

In a few days, she comes for a new prescription. She lost her old one. He inquires if she's running a met lab and she laughs. No easier way to get a man's heart than laughing at his jokes, and it involves no cooking.

And then she starts to come on to him strongly. Tells him he only has to wait six months, sends him cards, calls him, waits for him in the parking lot. Princenton has surprisingly little things to do.

It's amusing and she enjoys it. Then he comes to break it up and she fakes tears. Her mask slips.

"You smirked." His tone is accusing.

"I'm sorry?" She looks up with innocent watery eyes.

"You smirked, you're not sad. You're faking it."

"And it took you this long to figure it out?" She raises her eyebrown in a way that only Blair Waldorf can pull it off and he's surprised by the presence her voice gives her. "You musn't be the best diagnostician of the country after all."

"I got to say... Well played. But why?"

"Bored."

"That I can respect."

Two hours later, they are in a coma patient's bedroom eating expensive take-out and sharing their latest schemes. House is impressed by "Ali", though she doesn't say her true name. And Blair is amused to find someone so entertaining out of high society. She briefly wonders on letting him loose on the Upper East Side. But someone would probably ask where she got him and no one can ever know about these two weeks.

Even if "Ali" got a lot more interesting now, there's no romantic or sexual tension between them. He's not Blair's type, and she's too young to be his.

"High society, I'm guessing." That freezes her. He's getting too close. "And bulimic too. I examined you, remember? Poor little rich girl."

"Pot calling kettle back." She won't lose composure. "You might not have an eating disorder, but you take too many pills for it to be normal. And my standard of normal is high society's idea of medication."

Blair leaves shortly ever. Meeting with House, either to seduce him or to share "evil manipulations", has lost it's charm. She won't return to Princenton and he will one day find her in Page 6, or, Heaven forbid, in Gossip Girl. Someone like House would create mayhem with that... Perhaps it isn't such a bad idea after all. She should mail him the basic concept of spying on everyone's life and posting on a website. He already does half of the job for fun.

She still has many places to visit. A quick trip to Vegas, a tour in Florida, a few days in LA clubs. She goes everywhere. But one can't never escape the past, so she dyes her hair back, curls it, puts in place her headband (is the thing tighter now? it's even giving her a headache) and gets a plane back to New York and conection to France before anyone can snap a Sidekick picture out of her.

It feels nice to be the only one keeping a secret not even Gossip Girl will ever know.

** LJ-cut won't work with me for one reasor or another, I'll try again later... Sorry for the inconvenience... It must be rusty!

Dead Doctors Society

2008-03-06T01:01:06Z

Hey!

I know I haven't been all with the posting and writing. I'm doing this college stuff now and that's kind of weird and time consuming. But I did participate in the Wilson Fest! So here's what came out.

Title: Dead Poets Society
Rating: PG
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue.
Prompt: 196. Wilson treats a patient in clinic who is a character from a popular movie.

Charles Dalton never had a heart attack, but if he were to guess, it would feel a lot like this. But Dr. J. Wilson, the nametag announces, is not Neil Perry, even if they share the same friendly smile and boyish looks. James Wilson is older, with lines on his face and exhaustion in his eyes. He can't be sure if it's his hatred of the profession but he doesn't think this particular doctor is satisfied with his life.

"Mr. Dalton, what brings you here today?" Dr. Wilson has a nice and polite smile, warmer than he is used to seeing in doctors and Charles Dalton is old enough to have seen plenty of doctors and their smiles.

"Just a sprain to the ankle, doc. You can call me Charlie." He can't have the nice doctor calling him Nuwanda. It's been almost 50 years since Neil's death, but he can't have someone with Neil's face calling him that. And Mr. Dalton will always be his father.

"And how did you sprain it,... Charlie?" There's a slight hesitation showing that the younger man is not completely comfortable with the informal name.

"Skydiving." The answer is enough that the doctor stops his examination to look at him.

"Really?"

"It's actually not that dangerous, but I had a bad landing. Still, it's better than bungee jumping. Dangling upside down gets old really fast." In reality, Charlie is right. Risks can be minimized when you know what you're doing, so he studied skydiving statistics and paid attention to his instructors. He learned his lesson back in school, to see the difference between daring and stupid. Like taking a call from God asking for girls at Welton.

"Mr. Dalton--Charlie-- are you sure you should be doing that at your age?"

"I'm 67. Should I wait until I'm 75?" He stops for a moment. Todd would give the speech better, he is sure. And Meeks would be able to quote Mr. Keating word for word. But, like always, Charlie has his own spin of the subject. "Doc, when was the last time you had fun? I learned a long time ago that life is too short. Something about food for worms and latin catchphrases." He hopes some of the message gets through, because if the lines in his face are any indication, James Wilson looks like he could use it.

Later, with his right foot wrapped in bandages, Charlie limps out of the hospital thinking that he can't agree with Neil that suicide was his only way out, but that the idea of his friend working on this job, with none of the passion and life he displayed on stage that night, is terrifying. Maybe it's time for the Dead Poets Society to meet again. He has new poems, adventures and centerfolds to share.

Even later, James Wilson decides not to work late or participate in one of House's schemes. Instead, he picks up the phone and calls the new nurse in Radiology determined to enjoy himself, if only for tonight.

A/N: Done!! Yay!! I was worried about making the 500 words mark, I usually write even shorter stories. I've been meaning to write a House/DPS crossover for a while now and this just provided me with the perfect excuse!

Beta credits go to vfdj42 and hug_a_wookie: Thanks so much for taking the time to do this!! :) If there are any grammar errors out there, it's really not that fault, my mistakes are just THAT stubborn!

R & R!

Lali

Heath and Wallace

2008-01-29T00:43:17Z

The new layout is in honor of Heath Ledger. It doesn't matter how he died, just how he lived. I fell in love with his characters and I'll miss his passionate acting.

In a happier note, my muse visited me last night, at 4:30 in the morning, and made me postpone thoughts of sleeping to write these two drabbles down. Both have Wallace as a main character, which makes me nervous since I never wrote him.

Title: The Story of a Friendship
Rating: PG
Summary: Wallace and Veronica. From the beginning.

Once upon a time, Wallace Fennel was the new boy in town and, because he didn't know any better, he pissed off the wrong gang of bikers.

On the first day of school he was taped (naked) to the flagpole.

Though, Wallace was not a damsel-in-distress and Veronica Mars was far from being a knight in shinning armor, she came to his rescue.

With a knife - that she supposedly shouldn't carry in school grounds - she cut him off and that, like they say in the movies, was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

They helped each other in high school, college and the years that came after. Sometimes the scale dipped dangerously to one side but they always found a way to balance it all out.

It was an exhausting job being BFF's with the blonde girl/woman, she didn't trust easily and he had to push for details other people would give freely.

Still, if anyone asked, she was worth the effort.

And he couldn't not mention the snickerdoodles. He had been right all those years ago, on that week they first met, Veronica Mars was a marshmallow.

(The same could be said about him.)

And she was dying to bake him something.

Title: Intentions and Dreams
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Lilly pays a visit to Wallace.

The sight in front of him would make most men drool. Lilly Kane was sitting on his bed, scantily clad.

"Snap out of it. This is not supposed to be one of your wet dreams."

Perhaps if the lady in question wasn't his best friend's dead friend he would find it in his heart to enjoy it more.

"Then what is this supposed to be?"

"Your intentions with Veronica."

"Wow, wait a second. I don't like her like that."

"I meant as a friend, dorkus. Seriously, if Veronica was looking for a replacement, she could have found a better one. Though, to be honest I can't be replaced." She looked as she was entertaining the question a bit before she continued. "Look, you know she's been burnt badly, try not to do the same or I'll come back to haunt your ass."

And she looked so serious that he could do nothing but nod. She smirked. There should be a warning label on that evil grin of hers.

"And what a fine ass it is." She told him, running her eyes over his shirtless body and mentally undressing the rest.

"I thought this wasn't supposed to be a wet dream."

There it was again. The smirk.

"Not one of yours."

R & R!

Lali

Smile

2008-01-15T06:44:51Z

Hey!!

I'm back from vacation! Slightly less white than I was when I left. About the 100_situations prompt, I didn't forget about it but I'm waiting for my claim to be approved, I think I'll send them an e-mail soon. I already wrote 3 of them but there was a thing with my dad's computer and I'll only be able to get them back wednesday, I'll see about posting them.

Also, I think I need new icons... I'll see about doing that too.

And now for today's ficlet. A Smallville/Supernatural crossover, inspired by mute90's CollegeBound. It probably reads better with some knowledge from it, but just the first chapters.

Title: Smile
Rating: G
Summary: You have to be careful with these innocent smiles.

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Lex always thought no one would get so close to using the need-to-be-patented smile, but Clark Kent did pretty well. Maybe that was why he made friends with the farm boy, his resemblance to another boy he met when he was younger. But if Clark Kent and Sam Winchester had height, messy hair, green eyes and that fateful smile in common, they were different in many ways.

Sam knew more about real life. Not the "small town where everybody knows your name" thing Clark had. Sam could lie and deceive, he picked locks and had other skills one wouldn't expect from a schollarship student. Having a marine for a father could only explain so much.

Sam didn't judge him or try to save him (except in bar fights and assassination attempts). He didn't comment on his drug use (except from a few mutters about "rich people" and crashing).

While Clark was naive, he hoped for the best and expected nothing less. Experience told Lex that wouldn't work for long.

Still, the two of them had secrets Lex still tried to work out, but they were well versed in using that smile and the "innocent boy charm" to distract him.

He isn't sure if he was lucky that these two appeared in his life, but it certainly made things a lot more interesting.

R & R!

Lali

Edited to add: By the way, Happy New Year! May 2008 bring all things nice, there's enough of the bad stuff around!

100_situations

2007-12-23T23:45:16Z

Hey!

So this is my table for the 100_situationscomm, I'm writing all things Supernatural/Veronica Mars.

001.	Finger	002.	Bad	003.	Intelligence	004.	Announce	005.	Day
006.	Murder	007.	Sad	008.	Plan	009.	Ill	010.	Secret
011.	Behind	012.	Want	013.	Stranded	014.	Wealthy	015.	Marriage
016.	Affected	017.	Long Hours	018.	Worthy	019.	Sinful	020.	Obvious
021.	Caught	022.	Splatter	023.	Flight	024.	Slip	025.	Escape
026.	Honor	027.	Ashamed	028.	Attentive	029.	Motivated	030.	Grovel
031.	Swear	032.	Shoot	033.	Switch	034.	Promise	035.	Crawl
036.	Hell	037.	Grin	038.	Hug	039.	Burn	040.	Kiss
041.	Mute	042.	Suffocate	043.	Punch	044.	Exile	045.	Plead
046.	Strong	047.	Defenseless	048.	Discover	049.	Action	050.	Sport
051.	Memorable	052.	Die	053.	Missing	054.	Luck	055.	Rescue
056.	Abort	057.	Possessed	058.	Graveyard	059.	Trail	060.	Walk
061.	Plunge	062.	Jump	063.	Self-conscious	064.	Suspicious	065.	Mistake
066.	Complicated	067.	Black Out	068.	Reveal	069.	Grotesque	070.	Swim
071.	Resign	072.	Nonsense	073.	Declare	074.	Corrupt	075.	Wrong
076.	Right	077.	Administer	078.	Embrace	079.	Argue	080.	Lose
081.	Monster	082.	Hit	083.	Build	084.	Destroy	085.	Breathe
086.	Assist	087.	Stab	088.	Bite	089.	Hunger	090.	Passage
091.	Drama	092.	Haunted	093.	Crisis	094.	Dirty	095.	Emotional
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Sharpay

2007-12-21T04:32:54Z

Ok... when you see which fandom I chose for the next drabble you are allowed to mock me. But I love Disney productions, I'm a kid inside and a little on the outside too because everyone gives me way less than my 18 years. My height probably doesn't help, the last time I checked I was 1,55 meters...

Anyway, this is a small HSM ficlet. Enjoy! BTW, it's G rated! And unbeta'ed! I seriously need one!!

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Sharpay

Even if you hate her - or claim you do - you can't deny her talent. When she doesn't masquerade it with glitter and fast-paced songs, she's better than Gabriella, better than you.

Her soft voice echoes on the large room and everyone is watching. She does a few steps of a complicated coreography. She is grace in action, her feet barely grazing the floor before they are high in the air again. She stops and sings the last heartbreaking chord.

No one can compete with that. She got the part.

You're not paying attention to the applauses, however. You're thinking that she's honest only on that stage. She's only honest when she's acting and there's no popularity contest or reputation to keep. You love to see her there.

But she can't stay there all the time and as soon as she abandons it, you can see the change. She's smug, she knows she did better than Gabriella and any other girl stupid enough to try out. Her sarcasm bites and you sigh. You'll have to wait until the play to catch a glimpse of her again.

R & R!

Lali

PS - This is dedicated to my BVFF Sophia, she writes lots of HSM stuff on ff.net.

3 reasons

2007-12-20T16:16:17Z

And I'm finally and officially on vacation! *YES!*

I actually thought of this drabble a few weeks ago, but I just got the time to write it down now. It's unbeta'ed and I didn't even proofread it, so if you find any mistakes please drop a comment.

It's a HouseCam, my OTP in House and it's G rated, enjoy.

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3 reasons why Cameron won't date Wilson

There's a few reasons why Cameron won't date Wilson.

The first and most obvious, some would say, is that the oncologist has an aversion to fidelity. He comes with a warning label: date at your own risk.

The second is more of an excuse than anything else. They are colleagues, it could make work uncomfortable.

The third, however, explains it all.

Some years before Allison Cameron even thought of joining PPTH, she was in a bar. There was a handsome man drinking with his upset friend. And though both were quite handsome, it was the friend that approached her. He had cancer and some months later they would be married and she would fall in love with the wrong man.

She never dated Joe out of guilt. As stupid a reason as it is.

But Allison learned enough not to get involved with the best friend of the guy you really want.

R & R!

Lali

Twenty four

2007-12-11T19:37:59Z

Hey!

I hope you enjoy this. It's the last piece of my (now named) Random Meetings series. Originally, this was just supposed to be an one-shot, but inspiration came. I'm not sure of the quality, it hasn't been beta'ed (any takers?) but it was the best way I could find to give some finality to this.

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Twenty four

When Dean sees her again, she's wearing a suit that screams FBI. The gun and the badge are his second clue. There's a brief glimpse of surprise in her eyes when she recognizes him, but her gun never wavers.

"Drop the weapon, Agent Mars." He tells her and she almost rolls her eyes.

"Drop yours, Mr. Winchester." Her tone is condescending, they both know enough to see that it's not going to happen.

"I didn't kill those women." This time she does rolls her eyes. People have disappointed her enough that she won't trust easily. "The first murder happened when I was four!"

"You could be a copycat, it could be family business." She's got part of it right. Just the wrong kind of business.

"You know I didn't do it. Call me a private investigator, I was just trying to catch who did."

"You're not a P.I."

The situation is slipping beyond his control. He can't convince her that he's innocent without opening a whole new can of worms. And Dean won't bring another person to this life.

Veronica falls to the ground unconscious. Sam stands behind her, she never saw him coming.

Veronica wakes, twenty minutes later, to paramedics (called in anonymously). Her gun is empty of bullets and her head is supported by a jacket made pillow.

Dean decides that California and blonde women are nothing but trouble.

R & R... I can't know what I'm doing wrong if you don't tell me...

Lali

Nineteen

2007-12-08T04:25:31Z

I really wasn't going to do this. I don't like writing sequels to one-shots because they don't come out right, but the inspiration kind of came and even though I'm not that happy with it, I decided to post it.

This is a follow up to "Seventeen".

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Nineteen

Dean is not sure why he remembers her. They never met and all he saw of her was a glimpse in a magazine years before. But standing there, he recognizes her as Sandy's best friend. Sandy that was Lilly. That was only seventeen.

They aren't in a bar this time around.

There had been some weird disturbances at the local college and Sam wanted to check out the library. She is standing behind the counter, working on a laptop. No longer the picture of misery and angst he saw in the funeral photo.

He doesn't walk up to her and he doesn't say anything. It might set off a chick flick moment.

Later, they are in a bar. And he sees her again.

This time, Sam notices his staring. "I don't think she is jail-bait anymore, but the guy with his arm possessively around her might be her boyfriend."

"I bet I could take him." Sam rolls his eyes. "Remember a few years ago, that chick with the donut brother?"

Sam frowns but nods. "The one that was murdered?"

"Yeah... I think that girl is her best friend."

Sam's frown deepens and Dean can tell that his brother is interested. Not in the girl but in how his brother managed to remember her.

"Do you want to talk to her?"

"And say what? Hey, I met your friend in a bar a few months before she was murdered, want to trade stories?" The older Winchester doesn't notice his brother signals to "shut up", not until it's too late.

"You what?" Her voice is soft and he turns around to see her right behind him, her boyfriend by her side.

So much for avoiding a chick flick moment.

R & R... please??

Lali

Puzzles

2007-12-04T02:47:05Z

I know... this isn't like me at all. But Tink sent me a text message, just enough to get a drabble out and I wanted to write it down as fast as possible. It's not revised or any of that fancy stuff. And some words may be misspelled.

It's a House M.D. drabble. My latest passion. I'm still totally digging OTH, don't worry.

Puzzle

She's a puzzle and he's intrigued. Not because she is just a pretty girl who could have done better without studying. It's not her beauty that strikes him the most. (Even if it helps.)

He's surprised to find she's an atheist right on their first interview and he seeks for lies in her eyes. There aren't any. She makes the "daddy's little girl" type. But daddy's girls go to church.

And she believes in humanity. Her faith in people surprise him the most. She refuses to believe in a higher power but she's willing to think that the next guy will do the right thing always. Even when given plenty of evidence to the contrary.

He won't admit it, but he wants to protect her. So he tries to break her bit by bit, just so she won't come crashing down at once.

She will look at him and ask which is worse.

R & R, 'k?

Lali

I'm eighteen, just so you know

2007-12-03T21:07:01Z

I won't excuse myself for my absence because... well... nobody reads this.

The inspiration has been absent too, my muse(Tink) has been away on vacation, even if she doesn't do much.

This is a Veronica Mars piece about... Lilly... If you know me, you realize that most of my VM pieces are about Lilly, for some strange reason.

It's kind of inspired by another fic (which name I don't remember right now). And by inspired, I just mean I took the idea of Lilly, Dean and Sam meeting up.

Seventeen

Lilly Kane enters like she owns the place. Not at all insecure that this is a new bar and she doesn't have back-up. And by back-up she doesn't mean Veronica's dog.

She walks up to the counter and orders a drink, not one of those fruity little things either. Lilly Kane drinks like a man. The bartender asks for an id and she produces the piece of plastic.

When the man leaves to get her whisky, the hot guy besides her says with a smile.

"That's a good fake."

"Everything I own is real." She doesn't miss a beat and can only smile when his eyes wander south.

"I'm sure. Everything but that id. Don't worry, it's a good one... Sandra. You shouldn't ask for your money back." He's not a cop, she knows.

"Call me Sandy." Veronica's choice of a name is only explainable by a John Travolta movie night. Not that she will ever admit to that.

"I'm Dean. So... how old are you?"

"A lady never tells."

Their flirting is interrupted by a giant. The boy is too tall for his own good, a mop of brown hair and puppy eyes. Lilly Kane can spot puppy eyes a mile away.

"Very mature, Dean. Leaving me to walk the whole way."

"He keeps following me home." Dean tells her with a smirk. "I guess it's true what they say about feeding strays."

"Dean." The taller man is obviously not amused.

"Sandy, this is Sammy, my little brother." She ignores Sam's protest that he is Sam not Sammy.

"Just like Donut, MY little brother." Lilly isn't sure why she shares, maybe she misses the kid already. Or maybe not.

"Your mother named him Donut?" Dean asks with a raised eyebrown.

"Yes... And she named me Muffin but I got a court order." Her tone is sarcastic and biting. Sam laughs at his brother being told off.

"You should go home, this is no place for a teenager." Dean says finally. He is one of those good guys, Lilly thinks, the ones that won't do it with underage girls. In Lilly's own experience, there aren't many of those out there.

"I can handle myself." There is finality also in her voice as she drinks her whisky in one gulp.

Years later, Dean will read about her murder in a magazine. Her real name and her highschool photo, she was just 17.

So... if there is someone reading this, just shout. I want to make sure I'm not the last living person in the world. I would get bored pretty fast!

R & R!

Lali

Just like family

2007-09-06T01:40:15Z

So...

The funny story for today, you know how dogs will sometimes sit in front of butchers? Today I found a dog sitting (and staring very hard) in front of a shoe store. I think I found a gay dog... Or maybe he was just staring at sneakers and not the black boots...

Ok... So today I have a O.C. shortie. It's not GREAT, but I kind of enjoyed working on my first O.C. piece. And again, another show that was becoming good (Marissa was finally gone) and got cancelled. I think I'll stop watching TV, everytime I start really liking a show they cancel it. Uh... Better stop watching Heroes.

Just like family

They felt like family.

Weird and dysfunctional, but family.

Seth, however older, is the annoying little brother, the one with equal powers to irritate and make one laugh. Loyal to the end.

Sandy is the role model. The one you want to become. He is dad (embarrassing him whenever he could as dads should), even if adoptive. You can choose family.

Kirsten isn't mom but she's there. Whenever they need, she is always there for her boys. And he's happy that includes him.

And his family is growing too. It starts to include his own blood relatives again, a half brother and a little sister that just arrived in the world, another sister by default in Kaitlin, a sister-in-law in Summer and Julie Cooper, however she fits in the picture.

Maybe it will even include Taylor Townsend. The crazy but lovable woman he didn't pay attention in high school but fell in love later on. It's really up to her, he already bought the ring.

Sorry it's a little unedited and a bad...

R & R!

Lali

Like a Lorelai

2007-09-04T23:50:46Z

Hey people!

So... yesterday was my first post. And I suppose I didn't say much about myself, so here it goes:

My name is Laís, and if the name sounds weird to you, it's probably because I'm from Brazil or because you really don't like people named Laís. I'm 18 years old and I love reading and writing fanfics. I'm not much of a writter but I do enjoy it, and I hope you're at least amused by my attempts.

This piece is a Gilmore Girls one, another great show that was cancelled... I miss it already.

I've written some other stuff today too, three other shorties, but I won't post them all today because 1) I don't feel like typing and 2) if I post them all today, you won't see me for a month!

Like a Lorelai

When the first son of Rory and Logan Huntzberger is born, the hospital fills with visitors. Lorelai never leaves and Luke stays to make sure his pregnant wife won't drink any coffee.

Rory's grandparents and Logan's parents come to visit, the former with warmer smiles.

Half of Stars Hollows shows up to see their newest resident and the other half is content in waiting for a parade.

Paris is the one that gives birth to the baby, proving to Rory (and quite a few others) that she does have bedside manners.

Colin and Stephanie come with presents, tons of them. Some that the Gilmore-Huntzberger boy won't be able to use for quite a few years. Stephanie doesn't let Colin complain about the credit card bill.

Finn is the last one before they are released. He's sober like Rory never seen him before and picks up the baby carefully, smiles and says "I'm sorry love, but he doesn't look like a Lorelai to me.".

Enjoy it and you know, R & R!

Lali

By any other name

2007-09-03T22:49:15Z

Hello!!

So... this used to be a "journal journal" but my life is not that interesting and I'm too lazy to post about myself, now I'll use it to post random drabbles and one-shots I manage to write in the time I'm supposed to be studying.

The layout theme is "One Tree Hill", my latest obsession. (I'm a Leyton, in case you're wondering... which you're probably not. :D)

Today's small piece of work is from Veronica Mars, a great show that shouldn't have been cancelled. I hope you enjoy it.

By any other name

Lilly called her "Veronica Mars", repeating the full name as often as she could to make her friend understand that she wasn't just the sheriff's daughter, Duncan's girlfriend or Lilly Kane's best friend. She was Veronica Mars.

Logan called her "Ronnie" (and still does sometimes). Ronnie was a sweet girl he met when they were twelve and she pretended to be able to play soccer. Ronnie was his best friend's girlfriend and his girlfriend's best friend, as innocent as they come and always mindful of everyone else. He knows that deep down she is still Ronnie, he just wishes she would come out more.

Weevil calls her "V" and acts annoyed whenever she asks for a favor, but does it anyway. V is a strong woman who stands up to biker gangs, talks back and carries a taser in her purse. V is the woman you try not to care about but before you know it she already has a place in your heart.

Wallace will call her his "BFF" to constantly remind Veronica that she is not alone. That she has friends that love her and if she keeps pushing them away, one day they won't come back.

Veronica just tries to find a balance between all these women. Act on the potential Lilly always knew she had without forsaking the girl she was. Being strong and independent and not alienate all her loved ones in the process.

It just takes a bit of work.

Summary: Veronica Mars was called a lot of names... Not all of them bad.

R & R!

Lali