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TITLE: Time Passes
AUTHOR: Den / raynedanser
RATING: PG
Word Count: 878
SUMMARY: What happens when Cody is nearly grown and Jeanne comes to see him?
SPOILERS: Not really.
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A/N: Many thanks to my wife, bellamyrose, for the quick n' dirty last minute beta. *smooches* Love you baby.
A/N #2: Perhaps it needs mentioning that this isn't my usual happy go lucky fic? ;-)

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The door snicked shut behind him and Cody dropped his backpack and keys onto the table in the hall. Alberta had been there today. Though the apartment was always kept neat, today the deep, rich wood gleamed extra bright. He kicked off his shoes into the corner and walked slowly down the hall to the living room. There, he came to an abrupt stop.

Usually his Uncle Zach was in the large, brightly lit living room sketching. Or at the very least, he would be out on the patio. Today, he was no where to be found and neither was Shaun. No. Instead, his mother, a woman he hadn't seen or spoken to in the last five years, sat on the leather sofa. She stubbed out a cigarette in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of her and stood nervously, wiping the palms of her hands on her faded jeans.

Time had not been kind to her and wrinkles had set in around her eyes, her hair was limp and lifeless. She looked like she had been beaten down by life as she tiredly sat back down.

“Cody,” she said quietly. ( The rest )

TITLE: Last Words
AUTHOR: Den / raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Written for the prompts requested HERE. rdg64 asked for a "Glimpse at before: Shaun moving out on his ex?" I managed to sneak out 184 words. ;-)
SPOILERS: Not really.
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Shaun glanced around the studio apartment, then reluctantly back at the last of the boxes on the floor by his feet. Three years spent with Steven and it was reduced to this. Five boxes. Four already in the car, one more to go. He still had a few things left to get, but at this point, the sooner he was gone, the better.

“I'll send for the rest,” Shaun said finally.

Steven looked up from where he leaned against the wall opposite him. “Shaun, are you sure? It doesn't have to be this way,” he tried again.

Shaun lifted the box to take down to his car, suddenly grateful for the wagon. “Steven. You're the one that's not sure. I can't wait forever while you try to make up your mind.” He balanced the box on his hip and nudged the door open.

“I'm sorry, Shaun,” Steven said quietly.

Shaun juggled the box onto one arm and reached back for the door knob. He took one last look at Steven. “Yeah, me too,” he said quietly as he pulled the door closed behind him.

TITLE: Going through the Motions
AUTHOR: Den / raynedanser
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Zach has had "a day" and just wants quiet and coffee when he gets home. What he gets instead isn't quite that.
SPOILERS: Not really.
A/N: Prompt from true_enough after our discussion the other night. Many thanks to the wife, bellamyrose for the looksee.
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This was written on the premise that Shaun knew karate. I"m thinking THAT because during one of the scenes before he and Zach hooked up, he was working on his book and pacing out a fight scene and he did some basic karate steps that my son has worked on (which also leads me to think he knows the same form of karate). So yeah, this is written based off that idea. ;-)

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When Zach turned his key in the lock on the apartment door, the only thing he wanted right then was a hot cup of coffee. Peace and quiet would be good, too, but he'd settle for the coffee right now. He nudged the door open and stopped, staring.

The furniture had been pushed to one side of the room and Shaun and Cody were in the center. Shaun had his karate uniform on, black belt wrapped around his waist and knotted snugly. Cody was on the floor in front of him in sweat pants, feet apart, hands just so as he tried to mimic Shaun's moves.

After a few minutes, Cody sat down and Shaun began the form again. Zach watched as Shaun went through the steps of the form, hands and feet snapping into place, the kicks a little more subdued because of the apartment. Every so often, a sharp “Hyah!” would punctuate a pivot and a kick and then Shaun's body would lock into position again. ( Read more... )

Shelter - Shaun/Zach - Rated PG - 846 Words
Many thanks to joshysleo for the handholding. Love ya darlin!
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Zach pulled back from the hug Shaun held him in, but kept his hands on Shaun's hips. He just wasn't quite ready to let go yet. He'd messed up enough and had so much to make up for, including this.

“So, um, when you said anything -” Zach began. He moved his hands up and began fiddling with a couple of buttons on Shaun's shirt.

“I meant anything. What? What is it?”

Zach exhaled and pulled back a little from Shaun. “Jeanne's leaving for Oregon today.”( Read more... )

450 words of Shaun and Gabe

Shaun walked slowly back into the noisy, well lit house. Behind him, he could hear Zach as he ground through the gears of his Blazer, a sure sign he was upset. Shaun closed the door and went to the kitchen to find a beer. He kept walking through the house, painfully aware that Gabe was hot on his heels as he climbed the stairs slowly. He dragged his hand lightly along the iron railing, trying not to remember that first night not so long ago.

His room was quieter than downstairs had been, but even with the door closed, he could still hear the noise. He sat on his bed and took a long pull off the beer bottle before placing it carefully on the floor. ( Read more... )