My first NT fic! w00t!
Title: Blog Worthy
Pairing: Ben/Riley
Chapter: 1/?
Author: outkast_choir89
Rating: pg-13
Summary: After the Cibola events Riley feels the need to blog. Apparently his mother never told him how much damage a blog can do.
Disclaimer: I don't own NT, NCIS, or House.
Finding the City of Gold should be enough for Riley Poole, but as he opens the door to his dull apartment and looks around the boring living room he has an epiphany of sorts. It isn’t anything big, but it is big enough to warrant a new blog post on his MySpace page. He hasn’t been able to touch his laptop since after they found the cave leading to Cibola and it is slowly killing him. Riley Poole without his computer is like the Cookie Monster without his cookie, it just doesn’t work out very well. So Riley drops his luggage on the floor and pulls his laptop out of his messenger bag. Before heading over to the couch, he throws his messenger bag on the small kitchen table, grabs a Pepsi, and kicks his precious converse off. Riley curls up on his criminally comfortable couch and starts up the computer. While he waits for it to load, he drinks half off his Pepsi. He deserves as much caffeine as he wants after Benjamin Gates’ latest treasure hunt. Ben puts him through more shit than anyone he has ever known.‘Don’t think about,’ he thinks. ‘Save all of your anger for the blog post. It will be the most epic of posts that have ever been posted.’ His brain then follows that with, ‘What a geek!’ Riley sighs loudly at the same time his computer makes the most annoying noise ever, signaling to him that his computer is up and running. He quickly opens Internet Explorer and it comes up on his homepage which just so happens to be MySpace. He knows he’s like a 16-year-old girl when it comes to the addicting site, but he just can’t help that he’s a comment whore. He signs in, immediately goes to post a new blog and is forced with the problem that every blogger has, coming up with a subject. He tries to think of something witty and Riley like, but all he can come up with is, “I Found a Treasure, But Someone Took It from Me…Friggin’ Pirates”. Riley thinks how of how he should start and comes up with nothing. He’s not as good with words as he is with electronics. After what seems like forever, he decides just to write whatever comes into his mind and go over it when he’s done.
So it’s been awhile since my last blog entry. Between the book release and Cibola I have barely had time to check my email. You all know how much I hate not being able to just sit down and relax with my computer. Basically, it has been hell. There’s something I’d like to talk about that I’ve never really mentioned before. I had decided to never talk about this to anyone ever, but now it seems I have no choice. It is eating away at me and there’s no one to talk to. I can’t talk to my family, they hate me enough already. Why add insult to the injury? The only real people I talk to about any important stuff are Ben, Ben’s dad, Abigail, and now Ben’s mom. She <3’s me! Anywhoozle, none of them would understand. Ben’s mom would pity me. I hate that look people get when they pity someone. I got it enough from all the teachers when they noticed the bruises or how thin I was. But, that’s another story that I’m not likely to tell. Patrick, Ben’s dad would probably threaten me and never speak to me again. I don’t want him to hate me. Abigail is definitely not an option and Ben…well there is no way in hell I’m talking to him about this. He’d never look at me again. I can’t lose his friendship. He’s the only one I’ve got. So I figured if anyone would understand it’d be my fellow techies. You guys are great for this kind of stuff. I really do appreciate the past and future help. Also, thank you to those who have read my book or are in the process. None of my real acquaintances attempted to read it. That just shows how awesome you guys are. So back to Riley’s horrid problem that will never be known to anyone outside of MySpace. My biggest problem is part of something I like to call the Riley Poole Complex. In this complex I never get anything I want, everyone takes me for granted, and everything that goes wrong is my fault. I’ve had said complex since I was about 10.
Ok, I’m just going to say it. There’s this guy and he kind of took my heart. OMG, I just sounded like one of those girls who sit around on the computer looking at icons and reading fan fiction all day. What do you call them? Oh yeah! FANGIRLS!! OMG I SOUND LIKE A FRIGGIN’ FANGIRL! By the way, I didn’t know if any of you fan girls know this, but DiNozzo and McGee will never get together. McGee loves Abby and DiNozzo is a little too busy pinning for Gibbs. Same thing goes for House and Chase. Wilson and House love each other. Nothing will ever change that love. Holy shit! I AM A FANGIRL! I think I’ll go and die now. Ben was right I shouldn’t be on the computer every minute of my life. Speaking of Ben, so yeah I’m gay. A lot of you already knew that, but to some of you I suppose this is new. I’ve known I was gay since before Ben rescued me from that windowless cubicle. I would include Ian in there, but since he tried to kill me and all…well you know. I’ve never actually dated a guy, but I’ve had plenty of one-night stands. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have a relationship, but only if it’s with him. I can’t love anyone else. I wish I could, because it’s obvious that he has little to no affection for me. I’m pretty sure he just tolerates me. He only needs me for certain things and then he just throws me away until he needs me again. He only calls or comes by when he needs me to do something for him. None of that matters though, since I’ll always do anything for him. Hopefully I’ll get hit by a truck or something. You know I thought I had found an out when we were searching for Cibola. Abigail pointed out that one of us would be stuck behind on that gold balance thingy. I jumped at the chance hoping I’d fall and die a tragic death. I could have died a hero, but no, Ben had to save my life once again. Then Ben was made to stay behind to keep the door open. I voted Mitch, but no one listens to me. When Abigail tried to make us all I go, I tried to refuse. I couldn’t let Ben die. He has a life, potential. I have nothing. Then I went under the water to save his life and what do I get…nothing. You see, now I’m getting pissed. Sigh, no use going into any of that. Let’s get back to my actual problem. So I love this guy who could care less about me. I can’t sit around and ache for him any longer. What do you think I should do? I’m considering things like running away and suicide. No one would miss me either way. I better go before I get any more morose. Maybe I’ll get some sleep. After all, I did just assist in the finding of the City of Gold. I’m entitled to some rest.
Your Humble Hacker,
Riley.
P.S. You guys rock!
Riley checks over his work and deems it acceptable before posting it. Then he shuts down his laptop and heads to his room for that well-deserved rest.
Pairing: Ben/Riley
Chapter: 1/?
Author: outkast_choir89
Rating: pg-13
Summary: After the Cibola events Riley feels the need to blog. Apparently his mother never told him how much damage a blog can do.
Disclaimer: I don't own NT, NCIS, or House.
Finding the City of Gold should be enough for Riley Poole, but as he opens the door to his dull apartment and looks around the boring living room he has an epiphany of sorts. It isn’t anything big, but it is big enough to warrant a new blog post on his MySpace page. He hasn’t been able to touch his laptop since after they found the cave leading to Cibola and it is slowly killing him. Riley Poole without his computer is like the Cookie Monster without his cookie, it just doesn’t work out very well. So Riley drops his luggage on the floor and pulls his laptop out of his messenger bag. Before heading over to the couch, he throws his messenger bag on the small kitchen table, grabs a Pepsi, and kicks his precious converse off. Riley curls up on his criminally comfortable couch and starts up the computer. While he waits for it to load, he drinks half off his Pepsi. He deserves as much caffeine as he wants after Benjamin Gates’ latest treasure hunt. Ben puts him through more shit than anyone he has ever known.‘Don’t think about,’ he thinks. ‘Save all of your anger for the blog post. It will be the most epic of posts that have ever been posted.’ His brain then follows that with, ‘What a geek!’ Riley sighs loudly at the same time his computer makes the most annoying noise ever, signaling to him that his computer is up and running. He quickly opens Internet Explorer and it comes up on his homepage which just so happens to be MySpace. He knows he’s like a 16-year-old girl when it comes to the addicting site, but he just can’t help that he’s a comment whore. He signs in, immediately goes to post a new blog and is forced with the problem that every blogger has, coming up with a subject. He tries to think of something witty and Riley like, but all he can come up with is, “I Found a Treasure, But Someone Took It from Me…Friggin’ Pirates”. Riley thinks how of how he should start and comes up with nothing. He’s not as good with words as he is with electronics. After what seems like forever, he decides just to write whatever comes into his mind and go over it when he’s done.
So it’s been awhile since my last blog entry. Between the book release and Cibola I have barely had time to check my email. You all know how much I hate not being able to just sit down and relax with my computer. Basically, it has been hell. There’s something I’d like to talk about that I’ve never really mentioned before. I had decided to never talk about this to anyone ever, but now it seems I have no choice. It is eating away at me and there’s no one to talk to. I can’t talk to my family, they hate me enough already. Why add insult to the injury? The only real people I talk to about any important stuff are Ben, Ben’s dad, Abigail, and now Ben’s mom. She <3’s me! Anywhoozle, none of them would understand. Ben’s mom would pity me. I hate that look people get when they pity someone. I got it enough from all the teachers when they noticed the bruises or how thin I was. But, that’s another story that I’m not likely to tell. Patrick, Ben’s dad would probably threaten me and never speak to me again. I don’t want him to hate me. Abigail is definitely not an option and Ben…well there is no way in hell I’m talking to him about this. He’d never look at me again. I can’t lose his friendship. He’s the only one I’ve got. So I figured if anyone would understand it’d be my fellow techies. You guys are great for this kind of stuff. I really do appreciate the past and future help. Also, thank you to those who have read my book or are in the process. None of my real acquaintances attempted to read it. That just shows how awesome you guys are. So back to Riley’s horrid problem that will never be known to anyone outside of MySpace. My biggest problem is part of something I like to call the Riley Poole Complex. In this complex I never get anything I want, everyone takes me for granted, and everything that goes wrong is my fault. I’ve had said complex since I was about 10.
Ok, I’m just going to say it. There’s this guy and he kind of took my heart. OMG, I just sounded like one of those girls who sit around on the computer looking at icons and reading fan fiction all day. What do you call them? Oh yeah! FANGIRLS!! OMG I SOUND LIKE A FRIGGIN’ FANGIRL! By the way, I didn’t know if any of you fan girls know this, but DiNozzo and McGee will never get together. McGee loves Abby and DiNozzo is a little too busy pinning for Gibbs. Same thing goes for House and Chase. Wilson and House love each other. Nothing will ever change that love. Holy shit! I AM A FANGIRL! I think I’ll go and die now. Ben was right I shouldn’t be on the computer every minute of my life. Speaking of Ben, so yeah I’m gay. A lot of you already knew that, but to some of you I suppose this is new. I’ve known I was gay since before Ben rescued me from that windowless cubicle. I would include Ian in there, but since he tried to kill me and all…well you know. I’ve never actually dated a guy, but I’ve had plenty of one-night stands. Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have a relationship, but only if it’s with him. I can’t love anyone else. I wish I could, because it’s obvious that he has little to no affection for me. I’m pretty sure he just tolerates me. He only needs me for certain things and then he just throws me away until he needs me again. He only calls or comes by when he needs me to do something for him. None of that matters though, since I’ll always do anything for him. Hopefully I’ll get hit by a truck or something. You know I thought I had found an out when we were searching for Cibola. Abigail pointed out that one of us would be stuck behind on that gold balance thingy. I jumped at the chance hoping I’d fall and die a tragic death. I could have died a hero, but no, Ben had to save my life once again. Then Ben was made to stay behind to keep the door open. I voted Mitch, but no one listens to me. When Abigail tried to make us all I go, I tried to refuse. I couldn’t let Ben die. He has a life, potential. I have nothing. Then I went under the water to save his life and what do I get…nothing. You see, now I’m getting pissed. Sigh, no use going into any of that. Let’s get back to my actual problem. So I love this guy who could care less about me. I can’t sit around and ache for him any longer. What do you think I should do? I’m considering things like running away and suicide. No one would miss me either way. I better go before I get any more morose. Maybe I’ll get some sleep. After all, I did just assist in the finding of the City of Gold. I’m entitled to some rest.
Your Humble Hacker,
Riley.
P.S. You guys rock!
Riley checks over his work and deems it acceptable before posting it. Then he shuts down his laptop and heads to his room for that well-deserved rest.