WIP Meme
I've been seeing this all over my flist so I decided to give it a go. It's the meme where you open your WIP folder and give the titles/descriptions and then snippets on request.
If you want snippets/excerpts, let me know in the comments and I'll do my best to provide something readable.
So here, in no particular order (except possibly alphabetical ( Read more... )
If you want snippets/excerpts, let me know in the comments and I'll do my best to provide something readable.
So here, in no particular order (except possibly alphabetical ( Read more... )
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I nearly leapt out of my skin when my phone rang at two-thirty in the morning. I tumbled out of bed and onto my undersized wooly mammoth, Mouse, who glared at me balefully from under his mounds of gray fur.
“Oh, hush,” I told him, and he huffed before setting his head back down on his paws.
I climbed around the behemoth, stubbing my toe in the meantime and cursing loudly enough to get glared at again, and wrenched my bedroom door open. I managed to answer the phone on its eighth ring.
“Dresden,” I grumbled, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.
“Harry, it’s me.”
“Thomas?”
“I need your help.”
That got my attention, as well as the fact that Thomas’ breathing was more labored than usual - like he was running quickly. And it took more than just a calm midnight jog to rile my vampire brother - a lot more.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, already casting my eyes around my apartment for my handy-dandy wizarding equipment, which I had a feeling I would need before the night was up.
“I’m being hunted.”
“Hunted? By what?”
“Humans, believe it or not. Brothers. I think their name was Winchester.”
“Why the hell are the Winchesters hunting you?”
“Hold on,” Thomas snapped. “You know them?”
Whoops. He sounded pissed.
“I know of them. I got a call from a friend telling me they’d be in town. But they shouldn’t be hunting you. What did you do?”
“Nothing! Look, I think they’re chasing me, can you just come help?”
“Where are you?” I asked as I grabbed my duster from its place sprawled over my couch.
“I don’t know, I can’t see any - shit!”
I froze, my blood going cold. “Thomas?”
There was no reply, but I heard a gunshot - two - and then the phone clattered against something very hard (presumably the ground) and went silent.
“Thomas!” I said, but there was no reply.
The ice in my veins rapidly melted into something much hotter, and I realized my hand was gripping the phone so hard that the old plastic was creaking.
“Mouse!” I barked, hanging up the phone with a bit too much force. The huge dog trotted out of my room with his game face on, not a tail wag or puppy smile in sight. He had a knack with reading moods, and at the moment mine was black as pitch.
No one hunts my brother. No one hurts my brother.
I slung my duster around my shoulders, grabbed my blasting rod and staff, and whistled lowly for my dog before heading out into the Chicago night.
The Winchesters were in for a world of pain.
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And then I stopped. Lord knows why, since I'm kind of in love with this crossover and I completely agree that there should be more of it in the world.
Hope you enjoy the snippets! I'll do my best to keep writing. :D
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