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This is chapter two of my tag fic but you don't really need to read the first one to understand this chapter.
Tully and Hitch angst.       G rated, just keep the kleenex handy.
Thanks again to Jen C for the comments /reviews /encouragement.

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In one of the episodes, Hitchcock was talking to Troy and said something about how they had "put it on the line" for him.
There is some Hitch torture in this, so grab a box of kleenex.  As usual, this is a work in progress, feel free to poke the muse, she loves to have comments.

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( Forfeit )

This is written as a tag to one of the episodes - I don't remember the episode title though I think it was in the 2nd season. The Rats are trapped in a building full of ammunatin they were planning on destroying. They can't get out and Deitrich can't shoot at them without blowing up his munitions. Hitch gets shot in the chest with an arrow.

( An arrow wound... are you kidding? )

1,639 words. A tag to The Last Harbor Raid. One of my favorite episodes and not just because John Anderson was in it (that's only one reason)
Rated R for sexual situations. Hitchcock/Marianne.   What goes on in Marianne's house after Moffit leaves Hitch there.
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This is a Fall Guy fanfic, a little over 500 words. Rated G. It's Colt's thoughts on Howie after the events of Notes On Courage.
It doesn't feel finished, but who knows when I will write more. Poke the muse, she might say more.

( A Taste of Ashes )

( Tea and Sympathy )

I love old TV shows. The Rat Patrol is one I can remember looking forward to, I would rush through dinner just so I could be in front of the TV when the theme song started to play. The first time I met my great uncle John my mouth dropped open and I couldn't say a word for several minutes. I couldn't believe I was meeting the guy who played two ( Read more... )

You grounded me to reality

And I fought you every step

I knew that I was wounded

I knew that I need care

But I refused to accept it

I had my own methods

Cruel, yes, but it worked

Instant, painful but effective

I know better but I can’t stop

Excuses that I hate

It shows a weakness I despise

I don’t want to go back there

But the way ahead is dark and unknown

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This is part (the only remaining part, there was more tho I can't find it now) of a fic I wrote many, many years ago after seeing a Rick Springfield music video. I've forgotten the song it was for but like the music video's of that era it was more of a short movie than a music video. Anyway, Rick was a singing slave in a mine or something. It was ( Read more... )

This could be read as a vampire drabble although that wasn't what I was thinking of when I wrote it. It's one of the multitude of short scenes that I tend to wrote in the hopes that someday I will write more to go with it.

( Drink )