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| Astronomy Of The Wicked Sky; James/OC | |
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| olyamet | Nov 20 2010, 06:02 PM Post #31 |
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@ Kimmi. Thanks!!!! You always point out the parts I love myself! @ Lori. Ohhhh!!!!!! YES!
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| MetalSanta | Nov 20 2010, 09:37 PM Post #32 |
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BECAAAAAAAAUUUUSE....... I like those kinda hot but funny situations, really she was hilarious and him, all mischievous... PLEASE LET HIM STAY LONGER, HE HAS NO CHOICE NOW !!!!!!
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| olyamet | Nov 22 2010, 05:01 PM Post #33 |
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@ Marine. No, lol, not just yet. Thanks for reading and thanks for the comments! Here is some more. (James' POV) I was turning and tossing in my bed. I couldn't sleep, thinking of the evening's events. Everything was great, until that touch. I thought I had her right where I wanted her... now I know I was wrong. Psychiatrist... she's a fucking psych! She probably read me at our first meeting and decided to avoid me. Here's you answer James, without fame, you have nothing. Although... she wanted that kiss... I could tell, her body shivered in my arms. So what now? Should I just give up, get her out of my mind? Maybe I need to drive to the near by city, get some stripper, and get this out of my system. I'll do that. Fuck her and her psychology of a killer book, fuck it! She wants to be a alone, she made that clear, fine by me. Who cares, I don't. Just fuck it all! I stood up and walked to the window. I saw a light in her kitchen and moved to the other window for a better view. Alice was sitting on the counter top with her head against the cabinets. Her hand with a bottle in it moved to her lips. Is that whiskey? Drinking in the middle of the night? She hit the cabinet with the back of her head, lips moving like she was talking to herself, then she looked right at me. I knew she couldn't see me, but still her gaze made me shiver. She shook her head and got another sip from the bottle. So... all this pretending to be a cold calculating bitch... was a game? Why? What the fuck is wrong with that chick? (Andy's POV) I wanted for my neighbor to think I was a bitch and I did it. I was talking about fucking psychology, a superior view of men and knowledge of their moves. I couldn't help it. I was a mess! Seeing him in my living room, wrapped in the blanket , knowing he was completely naked under it. All that got my mind into overdrive, I was deliberately distant, I didn't want him to read my real emotions, I didn't want him to know just how much that little close encounter got to me. He left as soon as his clothes were dry. He would definitely never bother me again. This was what I wanted wasn't it? Then why does it make me feel so.... bad, so lonely, why am I so disgusted with myself? Too late to cry over spilled milk now, it's done. No turning back. And stop thinking about it! You had yourself a small pity party last night, drinking yourself silly, now get back to reality. I turned my car into the small parking spot and relaxed back into the seat. Forget about him, forget that evening, just get it out of your mind. Let's see if Mike's got any news for me. I dialed nine and press the phone closer to my ear. “Andy, how are you holding up?” Mike's voice made me feel a little bit better. “I'm okay, any news?” “Nothing... ” Mike paused for a second and I felt a lump growing in my throat. Ohhh, no, no crying! Stop it! I breathed in, calming myself down. Think work. “He's planning the second hit, I know it, I just don't know who will be the first mark. First he sends a letter, then hits with the usual drive by shooting or car explosion... many different ways to make the victim run... gives them a week or two to hide and hits again...” “I'll try to find out if Brodsky was hit... “ “We both got a letter, chances are he's going after both of us at the same time...” I heard some breathing and shuffling on the other side of the line. “By the way, I completely forgot to tell you last time we talked! Ron stopped by my office the other day, he had to leave unexpectedly, something about a new account in Japan... don't know, something to do with his company. Don't worry about your baby, he's with me, I volunteered to babysit. Why didn't you ever tell me you had a dog! Such a sweet puppy, who's a sweet puppy? Yes, you are! Such a good dog!” My heart skipped listening Mike talking to something that was making sniffling noises. “Mike....” Cold shivers ran down my spine. “You want to say hi to your Mommy?” “Mike! I don't have a damn dog! I never did, my apartment building doesn't allow animals!” I screamed into the phone in my hand. “You don't? This is a set up... I can't believe it... how did he get to Ron... Shit! Hang up the phone, get rid of it! Go, now!” The short beeping of disconnected lines was echoing in sync with my fast pulse. Maybe it's not too late.. maybe our conversation wasn't long enough to get it traced... Fuck! The phone! I need to get rid of it... fast. No... I need to use it to make Raven think I'm on the run! I came out of my Land Rover and had to take a deep breath in an attempt to get my body under control. My heart was beating fast, stomach turned in a knot, hands shaking. Okay... stop panicking, even if Raven pinpointed my location, it will take him some time to get to me. I saw a big rig pull up to the gas station across the street, the driver opened the back door and put a few cases of coke on a pulley. I slowly crossed the street, casually walked to the rig, and braced myself on the bumper, pretending to scrape the snow off the bottom of my boot. With my other hand I pushed nine on the phone and in a quick move slid it behind the siding of the truck. Then, I made my way into the store, walked around, grabbing unneeded items, pretending to read the covers, paid for a few packs of chocolate and came back to my car. I waited for the truck to leave and started my engine. My mind was running fast with the possible plan of action. |
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| Unforgiven | Nov 22 2010, 07:31 PM Post #34 |
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Oh, damn ! I hope she'll be safe. At least she's got James in there to protect her... |
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| namenlos | Nov 22 2010, 07:39 PM Post #35 |
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Kein Mitleid
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OMG I feel so scared for her... I do hope James doesn't give up on her, she needs him.
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| olyamet | Nov 27 2010, 04:35 PM Post #36 |
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Thanks girls!!! Love you! Here is more. I drove like a maniac, skidding on the snow covered road, not braking for the turns. Fear chased me, pounding heavily in my head. If he traced the phone call, he knows what part of country I'm in, it will take him some time to get here, then he has to figure out where I could be... he will check the hotels first, then all the rentals. That would give me some time... It's late afternoon now, he will mostly likely be here tomorrow or late at night.. What if he's just trying to make me come out of hiding? He thinks I'll panic and run... what if he's already here? Watching me right now, this very moment... My suddenly moist hands slid on the steering wheel. I readjusted my fingers, trying to get the car under control, but it skidded off the road and I hit the brakes, pushing my foot all the way to the floor. The car continued to move, twisting on the snow. In slow motion I saw a tree trunk in the side window closing on me. The Land Rover violently jerked at the impact, the air bag deploying and hitting me in the face, bringing tears to my eyes. Then the outside world disappeared from my view as the snow from the tree hit the windows. This is just fucking great! I sat there in the darkness for a few minutes, trying to get my heart to stop jumping in my chest. I slowly tried to move and pushed myself away from the deformed drivers side door. It took me some time to get out of the passenger side, since the door was stuck and I had to take my jacket off and push myself through the window. Cold wind chilled my body and I quickly pulled the jacket back on. My hand slid into the pocket and something cold touched my skin. At least I have my gun with me! Luckily, I never found a suitable place to hide it. I looked at my Lad Rover and sighed, it was covered with snow and the front tire bent with a tree branch sticking out of it. Fuck... How far am I from the cabin? This is the forest covered part of the drive... there is no other way... the mountains are too high to try to cut through... it will get dark soon. I have to walk along the road, out in the open, wearing this bright walking-target jacket. It will probably take me about four hours to get to the cabin. A few snowflakes landed on my face. And it's snowing... Perfect. Okay, don't scare yourself, not everything is that bad just yet. I have a gun, my SUV is covered in snow, so no one would notice it from the road, my steps would be covered in the new snow. Raven never kills on the first encounter, he never even does the first hit himself, always sends hired help with instructions not to kill, just scare, he always paid up front and never contacted them after the hit. Hours of walking left my legs half numb from the cold. My jeans got wet from the snow and froze around my legs. I couldn't feel my hands, I never thought of getting myself gloves, I wasn't planning on long walks in the mountains. The darkness was catching up with me, and the wind died down, letting the snow fall almost vertically. This is good, if I have a hard time seeing the road, that means anyone watching me would have same problem. My body was begging for the rest. I just wanted to sit down... or better yet, lie down and rest. Just for a few seconds, but I knew the danger of those thoughts. You stop and it'll take just a few minutes for the cold to get to your body and mind, you will never get up, sleeping yourself into hypothermia. When I got to the narrow part of the road, my hope sped up my body. I knew that from this point on it was only ten miles to go. This was the high point of the road, then turn, and after that it's all down. The light in the distance gave me strength, I started to walk faster, almost running. My foot skidded on the snow, a sharp pain twisting my ankle, and and I fell down, sliding down the hill like a rag doll. I felt the snow getting inside of my jacket, my hands trying to grip at the frozen road with no results. I pulled my legs down, using them as an anchor, but it only made my body turn and now I was flying down head first. When I finally stopped, I was all the way at the bottom of the hill, right in my driveway. Bright lights coming from my neighbor's garage blinded me, the engine growled and died, I heard the door open and close. A dark figure almost ran towards me and I felt strong arms pulling me upright. |
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| namenlos | Nov 27 2010, 04:57 PM Post #37 |
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James to the rescue!
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| Margarita | Nov 27 2010, 06:40 PM Post #38 |
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OH God he will bring her back from the verge of hypothermia!!!!!! Body to body method? Right? Right? (we should get a nail biting smiley)It's perfect Olya, as usual! |
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| Unforgiven | Nov 27 2010, 06:56 PM Post #39 |
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Damn... so sorry for her accident, but the last two sentences made it all up. Strong arms in action... okey, I'm listening. More, please.
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| olyamet | Nov 27 2010, 11:23 PM Post #40 |
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Thanks girls! Sorry that one was short, but here is the rest of it! Enjoy! (James' POV) “What the fuck happened? Why in the hell were you walking? Where's your car? ” I couldn't help but scream my frustration and fears out. I saw her leaving for town and when she didn't come back at the usual time, I started to worry. For the last two hours I was pacing around my house, my mind filled with images of her car somewhere in a ditch or worse. Her somewhere hurt, frozen... I saw her sliding down the road just as I was ready to drive and check the road, imagining the worst. I pulled Alice up and heard her wince. “I crashed my car, I twisted my ankle, I'm covered in snow all the way to my underwear, and I'm freezing to death. And what gives you the right to scream at me?!” She pulled away and glared at me. And suddenly everything changed, I saw the headlights of a another car gliding on the snow around us, Alice's eyes widened with fear. She turned, screaming. “Get down!” I saw the car skid in slow motion, turning around and not slowing its speed as the window crept down. I felt Alice pushing me away when something long and dark came out of the car window. And then something happened. The air around us lit up and my mind registered an ear-blistering bang, my side burning for an instant. For some reason I thought that the sound was out of the place in the quiet night. I fell down after being pushed by Alice, sliding on the ground and hitting my head on the garage door. The second shot came louder, a third one followed shortly after. Alice's scream resonated in my head, bringing a wave of nausea. The car sped up, passing by the body in the bright yellow jacket on the red snow. My mind couldn't understand why the snow was so red. How could there be so much blood and why was it so bright? The car growled, digging through the snow, and I saw a burst of light from the still open window. Two loud bangs echoed in the mountains, shattering the windows in the cabin. It felt like time just stopped moving. I tried to get up and help Alice, but my head spun, bringing me down. I saw her body move to the side and suddenly explode with multiple bright flashes. Dry rapid shots followed. The car slid on the turn, accelerated, and crashed into the ridge, tires still turning and spreading the fountain of red colored snow. And my mind finally realized that it was the tailgate lights making everything red, not blood. A strange growling from somewhere above shook the ground. Part of the white wall of the mountain slid down, turning into an avalanche which swallowed the car, violently devouring it on the way down the cliff. The cloud of snow hit the air around and in the few minutes everything became quiet. I laid on my back, numb and unable to move. The sky above me was clear and full of bright stars. When did it stop snowing? Oh, no... Alice! I turned my head and saw her body by the road, covered in snow. I sat up shook my head, slowly getting up, and my side twisted with a sharp pain. “Fuck! Motherfucking fuck!” I made my way to Alice and dropped on my knees. Her eyes were open, looking at the sky with blank frozen stare. I nervously swallowed and touched her shoulder. “Hey... are you... alive?” My voice came out almost as a whisper. “I think so.... you?” Her face looked like a white mask. Her eyes moved to my face and I breathed out. I felt sudden exhaustion and laid down by her side on the snow, staring at the stars above. “I don't know... the sky looks too wicked...” “Andromeda...” She raised her hand with the gun clenched tightly in her white fingers and pointed at the sky. “I don't know astronomy so well...” For some reason my mind brought the unnecessary words 'lay beside me under wicked sky'. I think we're both in shock... that's it... brain just needs to reboot before clearing up. “No... my name is Andromeda...” She bent her arm and pointed the gun at herself, then sat up, looking at the weapon in her hand. “And this is a Colt Combat Commander, forty-five caliber, hits hard and accurate...” She looked at the side of the mountain and the road covered in remains of nature's fury, then looked back at me with her big blue eyes full of tears. “I... I killed them... didn't I?” “Who are you?” My mind finally caught up with the events. Why in the Hell would someone shoot a psychiatrist? I sure it wasn't aimed at me. And what the fuck is with that weird name? Andromeda... “I'm... Andromeda Mitchell... Captain Mitchell.” She stood up and tried to walk away, noticeably limping on one leg. I caught her hand and pulled her to me, and she buried her face in my chest, sobbing. “And you need to stay as far away as possible from me... you're not part of it... I don't want you to be part of it... leave me alone! Why in the hell did you have to be here? Shoveling that damn snow... being all nice and helping... distracting me with... your eyes and all this... then saving me... I have to be alone... he wants my blood... I need to go...” She tried to push away, but I didn't let her. I picked her up on my arms, glanced at the broken window in her cabin, and started walking to my house, with the strangely important and dear to me girl quietly crying on my shoulder. I carried her inside, carefully lowering her on the floor by my bed, then peeled her frozen fingers off the dark metal of the gun and threw it aside. Her jacket went off next, spreading the half melted snow on the floor. She covered her face with her hands and whimpered. “I've never killed anyone before... I didn't want to... I had to... you know... I had to...” “I know... it's okay...” I laid small kisses on her head, pressing her to me. Her wet sweater was cold to the touch, and jeans were sparkling with ice. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka. When I came back, she was still standing in the middle of the bedroom with her hands over her face. Without asking her permission I pulled her clothes off, keeping my eyes on her face. Her lips moved with a faded attempt to protest, and I whispered “Sssshhh” in to her ear, wrapping my blanket over her shaking body. My arms pulled her with me onto the bed, settling her over my lap and pulling her to my chest. I reached to the night stand and handed her the bottle. “Drink this, you need to warm up... and tell me everything.“ |
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| Unforgiven | Nov 27 2010, 11:47 PM Post #41 |
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WOW ! That was quite an update, Olya. I'm glad she's alright and James is alright. And the ending of this chapter melted my heart, totally. James is such a sweetheart... and a stud.
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| namenlos | Nov 28 2010, 03:27 AM Post #42 |
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Wow... just wow. I'm glad they're both okay. And I'm kind of glad Andy can tell James who she really is now.
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| Margarita | Nov 28 2010, 10:39 AM Post #43 |
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It's difficult to write anything. I'm swooning heavily! He is so sweet! She told him who she really is (by the way his reaction to her name is so funny, I can imagine him thinking wtf?!) yay!!! and how he wrapped her in a blanket and holds her tight, oh just beautiful!!!! *swoons* I really like this slow pace you took with them, and this thriller twist. And the wicked sky lyrics just match the scene perfectly!!! (one of my favorite songs by the way) *swoons again* Beautiful update!!!! |
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| olyamet | Dec 1 2010, 03:21 PM Post #44 |
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Thank you girls! You rock! Love you all! A little more. (Andy's POV) The burning liquid splashed in my stomach and I handed the bottle back to James. My arms wrapped around his strong body while he took a few big gulps. I started my story, going back five years, when I became involved in Raven's case. It took some time to tell the whole story, everything, up to the point of me crashing my car and sliding down the hill, right into the Hell of what happened next. “And now... now he will wait for me to run.. only with that avalanche cutting my only escape route... I don't know what to do...” “Well, he can't get to you either... rangers usually make rounds once a week, they will send a cleaning crew, but until then, no one can get in or out...” James' arms tightened around me. For the first time in many days I felt strangely calm and absolutely safe. My fingers found their way inside of his jacket, gliding on something warm, sticky, and wet. I pulled my hand back and gasped at the bright red liquid on my fingers. “You're bleeding! Oh God, you got shot! Why didn't you tell me?” I almost jumped up, opening the sides of his jacket. The right side of his tee shirt was dark red around the ripped edges. “So that's what that burning was...” He pressed his hand to his side. I ripped his shirt off and gasped at the sight of the deep cut on his flesh. I moved his hand and pressed to the edges, and he winced, pushing my hands away. “Hey, that hurts.” “Okay... stay here... don't move, I'll be right back.” I jumped off the bed, ran to the bathroom, and quickly soaked a big towel in cold water. I opened the cabinet and grabbed the first-aid kit, hurrying back to the bedroom. I got back on the bed, positioning myself over James' body, carefully wiping the blood with a towel, bending lower to inspect the wound. “It looks like the bullet just scratched the surface, but it's deep... the bleeding seems to have stopped...” I pressed the towel to his side. “Hold this...” I opened the box with medical supplies and emptied it on the bed, digging through band-aids, tapes, and multiple bottles. “We need to wash it first, then... where in the hell is some kind of bonding... like a derma-bond to keep the edges closed? Who decided to just put small stupid band-aids in this? Okay, let's use this...” I opened the bottle of peroxide, lowered the towel, and poured it over the wound. James winced and grabbed my hand. “Ouch! It fucking hurts!” “I'm sorry... I'm almost done...” I blew on the bubbling pink foam and wiped it with the towel. My eyes skid over the different colored tubes. I picked one that said antibiotic ointment on it. It took me some time to dress the wound with a few pieces of sterile gauze and tape it in place. “Does it hurt very bad? Do you need something for the pain?” I looked at my work and moved my eyes to James' face. His Cheshire cat smile was playing on his lips. “Um... this actually works pretty good...” His eyes smiled at me, slowly traveling over my body. I glanced down, realizing that I was almost naked this entire time, covered only with skimpy barely-there panties and a lacy see-through bra. My face flushed and I quickly pulled the blanket over me, covering myself over the head. Fuck!
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| Margarita | Dec 1 2010, 03:32 PM Post #45 |
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! This is just TOO exciting!!!! I was wondering when she would figure out she's naked! I imagined James' smile immediately! Nothing can distract our alpha male, not even a gunshot injury!!!! So here they are, trapped in his cabin, isolated from the rest of the world because of the avalanche, she has to dress his wound regularly.... I loved it Olya, absolutely LOVED it!
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I do hope James doesn't give up on her, she needs him.
and a stud.

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