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Force of Nature
Red Currant Binge
Malt: Summer Challenge 2011: 122: I have everything I ever wanted and I let it go. For you.
Gummy Bunny: 500themes: 8. Breathtaking reality
pocky chain
rating: PG-13 words: 1500 summary: Daisy and her brief stint in.. well, in this piece Daisy's tried everything from matrimony to military.
notes: one day i will catch up on commenting on all the fics i should have commented on since i have probably read them. today is not that day.
14. natural disaster
He rolled over to watch her as she quickly got dressed. “I’m leaving early tomorrow morning.” Daisy told him, grinning in excitement.
“What time will you leave?” He asked, sitting up straight. Surprised, Daisy answered immediately.
“6AM. Teddy’s driving me up.”
“So I won’t see you until Christmas?” Elliott’s face fell.
“I suppose not.” Daisy agreed.
“Then wait for one second.” Elliott got out of bed and rummaged through his drawers He stood next to Daisy and stood awkwardly. “Here.” He muttered at last, handing a little case.
“Open it.”
“It’s a ring.” Daisy just stared, surprised.
10. fog
Daisy had to do her initial PT test in the fog. It was cold and her trainers squelched in the mud as she tried to breathe regularly with the beat of her shoes on the unstable ground. Her arm hurt from the shot she got yesterday, but Daisy ignored it, biting her lip as she over-took one of the other girls, who was panting into the fog.
“Is that all, girls?! My grandmother can run fast than this and she’s in a wheelchair!”
“Drill sergeants have such a way with words.” The girl next to Daisy commented wryly, grinning at Daisy.
15. force of nature
Daisy sighed with relief as she settled into the hard plastic chairs on the bus.
“I think that’s the true function of reception.” It was the same girl again. She took her breath away. She was tall and slender and had long brown hair and an arrogant look about her.
“What?” Daisy asked as the girl settled down next to her.
“That’s why we have reception: so that for a split second we thank the lord that we’re going to boot camp.” Daisy smiled bitterly at that thought. “I’m Emily, by the way.” The girl stuck out her hand.
“Daisy.”
1. cold snap
“If I don’t see twenty push-ups from you now, Privates, I will personally see to it that you won’t survive another day!” The exercise and the push ups and the running and the standing and the drills were all hard, but what Daisy hated most was the way the Drill Sargent shouted. Everything was called, shouted, bellowed, roared and cursed.
“Are you eye-balling me, Private?” The drill sergeant roared at Daisy flinched, though this wasn’t aimed at her.
“No!” The small man the drill sergeant was bulling called out. There was dead silence.
“Did you just forget to call me ‘sir’?!”
3. distant thunder
However far she threw a grenade, how high she jumped, how fast she ran, how well she shot, how well she followed orders, Drill Sergeant’s grandmother seemed to beat Daisy every time.
“What the hell are you doing in the army, Private Young! My grandmother can throw better than that!” The drill sergeant snarled at Daisy before dismissing everyone except Daisy, who had to do another twenty push ups.
Emily was waiting for Daisy when she finished. “I really, really don’t want to meet his grandmother.” She smirked and handed Daisy a towel.
“I don’t think I’d survive.” Daisy agreed.
4. storm front
“I’m your fucking squad leader, Private, so my word is law.” He was taller than Daisy, and intimidating.
“You’re a fucking cunt, Isaiah.” She snarled back at him.
“It’s Private Water to you.” He was building himself up, towering over her now.
“What’s going on here?” Gramps sat down next to them and glanced between the two privates. “I hope there’s no misunderstanding.”
“This private needs to learn her place.” Private Water responded, nodding respectfully to the oldest member of their platoon.
6. flash flood
The Drill Sergeant had made Daisy’s platoon run an extra mile and repeat the obstacle course when Daisy had fallen off the climbing wall. Everyone was tired and hurt.
“Why are you even in the fucking army? Weak bitch.” Isaiah snarled at her as they trudged back into the compound.
Daisy bit back her comment and muttered “Dick” under her breath.
“What did you call me?” He snarled, towering over her.
“Dick.” She clarified. Before she could voice her supressed snarky comment, she fell to the floor, pain erupting in the left side of her jaw and tasting blood.
13. frost
Daisy didn’t really have time to miss Elliott. When she wasn’t training or being shouted at, she was curled up in Emily’s bunk, her head in the other woman’s lap, listening to her talk.
Emily talked while she carefully bandaged Daisy’s cheek, which had cut on the chair she had banged into. “Sit up.” The brunette commanded. She kept her hand on Daisy’s cheek, stabilising the bandage. Daisy carefully sat up. Emily adjusted the last details of the bandage.
Her hand rested on Daisy’s cheek, cupping it in a light caress and Daisy felt a thrill down her spine.
9. thin ice
Daisy was glad that at least she had Emily. Emily provided her with the support that so many people lacked. Hannah couldn’t stand the pressure; Donald missed his wife; Matilda broke down crying on the second day and George broke his right hand in four different places. Daisy survived because the mornings when she got up, every muscle in her body screaming and every fibre in her being willing her away, she would look up and Emily’s face would mirror those emotions. And somehow, Daisy would draw strength from that.
12. high tide
“Alright, gather round you vermin!” The drill instructor’s insults were worse than usual today, though Daisy barely perceived that. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest as she stood to attention in the line. The drill instructor started at them all and then spat in disgust in the dirt.
“You bunch of morons have made it.” He muttered finally, sighing. “God help us all, but you guys have made: you’re going into Phase II.” No one said anything. No one broke formation. But Daisy still perceived the overwhelming wave of relief that washed over them.
They’d almost made it.
8. on the horizon
“You’ve all be assigned battlebuddies.” The sergeant was different in Phase II. An older, tougher woman, she said little but commanded more respect than the drill sergeant. “Your battlebuddy is your best friend: You trust them and you earn their trust. I will have no switching.” With that she left the barracks. Daisy closed her eyes and muttered a quick prayer that she wasn’t paired with Isiah.
“I’m your battlebuddy.” Emily’s breath tickled against Daisy’s neck as the brunette whispered the word in Daisy’s ear. Daisy’s eyes snapped open and she jumped up, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin.
5. dry spell
Daisy hated the Christmas exodus. She woke up in the morning restless: her aching muscles resented the disuse rather than enjoying the peace. She’s gotten used to the hetic pace of life: the absence of it annoyed her.
“How was your Christmas?” Emily sat down on the floor, leaning against the cold metal of Daisy’s bunk. Her gaze flitted to Daisy for one moment, and Daisy thought she read uncertainty.
“I missed you.” Daisy admitted. She wished she meant the words in the casual ways she said them. That brief flicker of relief and joy across Emily’s face betrayed her.
2. heat wave
“Emily?” Daisy looked into the bathroom mirror in confusion.
“Sorry about this.” Those were Emily’s exact words as she leaned forward and kissed Daisy. Daisy felt drawn forward, her own surprise quickly overwhelmed by her desire as Emily leaned against the door, her one hand snaking around Daisy’s neck, deepening the kiss while the other one drew Daisy closer.
Even the simmering heat in the pit of Daisy’s stomach turning into a raging fire couldn’t stop the tingling sensation of fear. “What are we doing?” Daisy asked, staring into Emily’s dark eyes.
“Breaking the rules?” the Private volunteered with an evil grin.
7. eye of the storm
“I thought you were better, Young.” The sergeant’s words hurt more than Daisy had expected. She stood straight, regardless of his swift demotion by calling her ‘Young’. Not Private Young, not Cadet Young, just Young.
“I’m sorry to disappoint Ma’am.” Daisy really was. But she knew nothing could make her keep this secret.
The tough older woman ignored Daisy. “You can leave in the morning.” Her words were heavy with sadness. The sergeant suddenly fixed Daisy with a stern look. “Unless you want to stay.”
“I Told.” She said, perplexed.
“You’re right. You would have been a good soldier.”
11. eclipse
“Elliott?” He grinned at her, stepping away from the doorway and waving her in. “Elliott, we need to talk?”
“About what, baby?” He asked, walking to the living room of his bungalow.
“I’m leaving.” She admitted. He turned around, realised she was still standing in the unlit entrance hall.
“Leaving for where?” His eyes were wide in confusion and Daisy was pretty sure it was forced as she clenched her fist.
“I’m leaving you.” She corrected herself, taking a deep breath before handing him the ring. “I’m in love with someone else.”
“What?!”
“Her name is Emily.” Daisy didn’t explain.
okay, so not my best pocky chain: way too much ellipsis in my opinion. but then, i have been working on this since JULY so one would hope so?
Red Currant Binge
Malt: Summer Challenge 2011: 122: I have everything I ever wanted and I let it go. For you.
Gummy Bunny: 500themes: 8. Breathtaking reality
pocky chain
rating: PG-13 words: 1500 summary: Daisy and her brief stint in.. well, in this piece Daisy's tried everything from matrimony to military.
notes: one day i will catch up on commenting on all the fics i should have commented on since i have probably read them. today is not that day.
14. natural disaster
He rolled over to watch her as she quickly got dressed. “I’m leaving early tomorrow morning.” Daisy told him, grinning in excitement.
“What time will you leave?” He asked, sitting up straight. Surprised, Daisy answered immediately.
“6AM. Teddy’s driving me up.”
“So I won’t see you until Christmas?” Elliott’s face fell.
“I suppose not.” Daisy agreed.
“Then wait for one second.” Elliott got out of bed and rummaged through his drawers He stood next to Daisy and stood awkwardly. “Here.” He muttered at last, handing a little case.
“Open it.”
“It’s a ring.” Daisy just stared, surprised.
10. fog
Daisy had to do her initial PT test in the fog. It was cold and her trainers squelched in the mud as she tried to breathe regularly with the beat of her shoes on the unstable ground. Her arm hurt from the shot she got yesterday, but Daisy ignored it, biting her lip as she over-took one of the other girls, who was panting into the fog.
“Is that all, girls?! My grandmother can run fast than this and she’s in a wheelchair!”
“Drill sergeants have such a way with words.” The girl next to Daisy commented wryly, grinning at Daisy.
15. force of nature
Daisy sighed with relief as she settled into the hard plastic chairs on the bus.
“I think that’s the true function of reception.” It was the same girl again. She took her breath away. She was tall and slender and had long brown hair and an arrogant look about her.
“What?” Daisy asked as the girl settled down next to her.
“That’s why we have reception: so that for a split second we thank the lord that we’re going to boot camp.” Daisy smiled bitterly at that thought. “I’m Emily, by the way.” The girl stuck out her hand.
“Daisy.”
1. cold snap
“If I don’t see twenty push-ups from you now, Privates, I will personally see to it that you won’t survive another day!” The exercise and the push ups and the running and the standing and the drills were all hard, but what Daisy hated most was the way the Drill Sargent shouted. Everything was called, shouted, bellowed, roared and cursed.
“Are you eye-balling me, Private?” The drill sergeant roared at Daisy flinched, though this wasn’t aimed at her.
“No!” The small man the drill sergeant was bulling called out. There was dead silence.
“Did you just forget to call me ‘sir’?!”
3. distant thunder
However far she threw a grenade, how high she jumped, how fast she ran, how well she shot, how well she followed orders, Drill Sergeant’s grandmother seemed to beat Daisy every time.
“What the hell are you doing in the army, Private Young! My grandmother can throw better than that!” The drill sergeant snarled at Daisy before dismissing everyone except Daisy, who had to do another twenty push ups.
Emily was waiting for Daisy when she finished. “I really, really don’t want to meet his grandmother.” She smirked and handed Daisy a towel.
“I don’t think I’d survive.” Daisy agreed.
4. storm front
“I’m your fucking squad leader, Private, so my word is law.” He was taller than Daisy, and intimidating.
“You’re a fucking cunt, Isaiah.” She snarled back at him.
“It’s Private Water to you.” He was building himself up, towering over her now.
“What’s going on here?” Gramps sat down next to them and glanced between the two privates. “I hope there’s no misunderstanding.”
“This private needs to learn her place.” Private Water responded, nodding respectfully to the oldest member of their platoon.
6. flash flood
The Drill Sergeant had made Daisy’s platoon run an extra mile and repeat the obstacle course when Daisy had fallen off the climbing wall. Everyone was tired and hurt.
“Why are you even in the fucking army? Weak bitch.” Isaiah snarled at her as they trudged back into the compound.
Daisy bit back her comment and muttered “Dick” under her breath.
“What did you call me?” He snarled, towering over her.
“Dick.” She clarified. Before she could voice her supressed snarky comment, she fell to the floor, pain erupting in the left side of her jaw and tasting blood.
13. frost
Daisy didn’t really have time to miss Elliott. When she wasn’t training or being shouted at, she was curled up in Emily’s bunk, her head in the other woman’s lap, listening to her talk.
Emily talked while she carefully bandaged Daisy’s cheek, which had cut on the chair she had banged into. “Sit up.” The brunette commanded. She kept her hand on Daisy’s cheek, stabilising the bandage. Daisy carefully sat up. Emily adjusted the last details of the bandage.
Her hand rested on Daisy’s cheek, cupping it in a light caress and Daisy felt a thrill down her spine.
9. thin ice
Daisy was glad that at least she had Emily. Emily provided her with the support that so many people lacked. Hannah couldn’t stand the pressure; Donald missed his wife; Matilda broke down crying on the second day and George broke his right hand in four different places. Daisy survived because the mornings when she got up, every muscle in her body screaming and every fibre in her being willing her away, she would look up and Emily’s face would mirror those emotions. And somehow, Daisy would draw strength from that.
12. high tide
“Alright, gather round you vermin!” The drill instructor’s insults were worse than usual today, though Daisy barely perceived that. Every muscle in her body screamed in protest as she stood to attention in the line. The drill instructor started at them all and then spat in disgust in the dirt.
“You bunch of morons have made it.” He muttered finally, sighing. “God help us all, but you guys have made: you’re going into Phase II.” No one said anything. No one broke formation. But Daisy still perceived the overwhelming wave of relief that washed over them.
They’d almost made it.
8. on the horizon
“You’ve all be assigned battlebuddies.” The sergeant was different in Phase II. An older, tougher woman, she said little but commanded more respect than the drill sergeant. “Your battlebuddy is your best friend: You trust them and you earn their trust. I will have no switching.” With that she left the barracks. Daisy closed her eyes and muttered a quick prayer that she wasn’t paired with Isiah.
“I’m your battlebuddy.” Emily’s breath tickled against Daisy’s neck as the brunette whispered the word in Daisy’s ear. Daisy’s eyes snapped open and she jumped up, trying to ignore the goosebumps on her skin.
5. dry spell
Daisy hated the Christmas exodus. She woke up in the morning restless: her aching muscles resented the disuse rather than enjoying the peace. She’s gotten used to the hetic pace of life: the absence of it annoyed her.
“How was your Christmas?” Emily sat down on the floor, leaning against the cold metal of Daisy’s bunk. Her gaze flitted to Daisy for one moment, and Daisy thought she read uncertainty.
“I missed you.” Daisy admitted. She wished she meant the words in the casual ways she said them. That brief flicker of relief and joy across Emily’s face betrayed her.
2. heat wave
“Emily?” Daisy looked into the bathroom mirror in confusion.
“Sorry about this.” Those were Emily’s exact words as she leaned forward and kissed Daisy. Daisy felt drawn forward, her own surprise quickly overwhelmed by her desire as Emily leaned against the door, her one hand snaking around Daisy’s neck, deepening the kiss while the other one drew Daisy closer.
Even the simmering heat in the pit of Daisy’s stomach turning into a raging fire couldn’t stop the tingling sensation of fear. “What are we doing?” Daisy asked, staring into Emily’s dark eyes.
“Breaking the rules?” the Private volunteered with an evil grin.
7. eye of the storm
“I thought you were better, Young.” The sergeant’s words hurt more than Daisy had expected. She stood straight, regardless of his swift demotion by calling her ‘Young’. Not Private Young, not Cadet Young, just Young.
“I’m sorry to disappoint Ma’am.” Daisy really was. But she knew nothing could make her keep this secret.
The tough older woman ignored Daisy. “You can leave in the morning.” Her words were heavy with sadness. The sergeant suddenly fixed Daisy with a stern look. “Unless you want to stay.”
“I Told.” She said, perplexed.
“You’re right. You would have been a good soldier.”
11. eclipse
“Elliott?” He grinned at her, stepping away from the doorway and waving her in. “Elliott, we need to talk?”
“About what, baby?” He asked, walking to the living room of his bungalow.
“I’m leaving.” She admitted. He turned around, realised she was still standing in the unlit entrance hall.
“Leaving for where?” His eyes were wide in confusion and Daisy was pretty sure it was forced as she clenched her fist.
“I’m leaving you.” She corrected herself, taking a deep breath before handing him the ring. “I’m in love with someone else.”
“What?!”
“Her name is Emily.” Daisy didn’t explain.
okay, so not my best pocky chain: way too much ellipsis in my opinion. but then, i have been working on this since JULY so one would hope so?