Rebel Rebel

Title: Rebel Rebel

Author: Zalia Chimera

Pairing: Simon/Sam

Warnings: Needles and piercings

Summary: Even in the middle of the zombie apocalypse, there's still time for those small rebellions and becoming the person you want to be.

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"What are you doing, Sam?" Simon asks, sliding his fingers into Sam's hair and giving a little tug that makes Sam shiver.

Sam ignores him for a moment and runs his tongue along the outer edge of Simon's ear with a curious sort of deliberateness, tongue curling around the line of rings and studs that run along it. Simon tugs again, pulling his head back gently to look him in the eyes and Sam licks his lips, making a soft noise of protest.

"You got a thing for piercings?" Simon asks, raising an eyebrow at him and Sam squirms, a faint blush colouring his cheeks and that's enough of an answer for him. "Kinky," he says, smirking as he loosens his grip on Sam's hair, combing his fingers through it instead.

Sam frowns at him. "It's not like that," he says, then gives a soft growl of irritation and dips his head back down. There's one quick swipe of his tongue and then it hooks into the ring through the lobe and pulls.

Simon hisses and curls his hand against the back of Sam's neck, drawing him in for a kiss. Sam nips at his lip and Simon laughs. "Getting to be a right little sadist aren't you Sam?" he teases, and kisses him again quickly to stifle the inevitable protest.

It's not really fair, considering they're not much beyond snogging and mostly clothed groping, but Sam is always fun to fluster. He gets allsquirmy, like now in fact, and it does awful, wonderful things to Simon's cock.

He lets the kiss linger until Sam pulls away and gives him a look that's half annoyed, half amused. It's a remarkably common look on people who spend time with him. Simon can't imagine why.

"I just like them, okay?" Sam says. "They're just cool."

"Of course they are," Simon replies. "They're mine."

Sam rolls his eyes and slides one leg between Simon's. "Is modesty anything you've ever come across?"

"Sure it is!" Simon says cheerfully, rocking up against Sam's thigh. "Other people have a lot to be modest about."

"You are impossible."

"I prefer 'unique'."

"I can think of a few other words I prefer," Sam replies and presses his leg up harder against him, dragging a soft groan from Simon's lips.

"Devilishly handsome, charming, that kind of thing?"

"If that's what you want to believe," Sam replies, leaning in to give the earring one last tug, letting Simon feel the scrape of his teeth.

Simon swears he doesn't whimper. "What's got you all into piercings today anyway, besides them being cool? Which they are."

Sam shrugs and settles against him, face tucked into the crook of his neck. "Just thinking."

"That must be the funny noise I can hear," Simon teases gently. Sam shoves him in return.

"Ha ha. You're such a comedian."

"I might have tried a little stand-up when I was younger and you are avoiding the question," he continues. He runs his finger along the shell of Sam's ear, stopping to pinch his nails into the lobe, making Sam yelp softly and glare.

"You'll think it's stupid," he mutters.

"You think most of what I say is stupid so I think we're about even, right?"

Sam just looks at him for a moment and then huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest and pulling away, leaving a bit of a gap between them on the cramped cot that they're sharing. "I always kind of wanted one," he admits, "but my dad said I wasn't allowed."

"Your dad's not here," Simon says, frowning at him. "I mean, it's just a piercing. What's the harm in it? I'm guessing you weren't angling for a nose ring or gauging either."

"Just an earring." Sam shrugs. "He said it'd make me look like a thug or a delinquent.

Simon takes a moment to try to process what exactly it would take Sam to look anything like a thug and fails miserably. "Well, delinquent maybe," he says, ruffling Sam's overgrown hair affectionately. "But since we all kind of look like that does it make you a conformist?"

It works and Sam smiles, giving him a wry look. "Wow, you really know what to say to make a boy feel good there, Simon."

Simon laughs and grasps Sam's hand, pushing it up under his t-shirt, over his stomach and chest. "If you like piercings, thought you'd go for this one actually." He presses Sam's fingers against his left nipple and the barbell piercing through it.

Sam goes still for a moment and glances at Simon with a curious, kind of intrigued look when he feels the metal, testing out the edges of it with his fingertips while Simon lays still and releases his hand only to jerk and make a pleased gasp when Sam twists it, feeling it pull at sensitive skin.

"Did it hurt getting it done?" Sam asks, tilting his gaze upwards as he continues to play with the little bar and god it's been a while since anyone's paid so much attention to that piercing.

"Ngh, kind of? A little bit," Simon replies, sliding his hands down Sam's sides to his hips and pulling him firmly down because if he's going to keep teasing then Simon's going to tease a little in return. "More a pinch than anything, a bit sore for a few days. Isn't as though I got one anywhere really sensitive," he adds with a lecherous grin, gaze flicking downwards to make sure that Sam knows what he's talking about.

"Pervert," Sam mutters, but it doesn't stop him glancing down as well, looking like he can't decide whether to be horrified or fascinated.

"Oi! I said I didn't have one down there. No-one is getting a needle near my cock thanks."

"But you've thought about it," Sam replies, smirking at him in that way that is far too knowing and it's easy to forget beneath the awkwardness and insecurity to forget that Sam is observant and brilliant and god if he'd only had the chance.

"Thought about it," Simon admits, rubbing his cheek against Sam's and grinning when he pulls away muttering about stubble burn. "There was this guy I knew..."

"Why do I get the impression that you have a lot of stories that start with 'there was this guy I knew'? Let me guess, you met him in a pub."

"I did actually," Simon says, smile widening when Sam snorts. "I was working there and he used to come in on a Friday night. Professional piercer. Did a couple of mine, including the nipple. He showed me."

"Showed you or showed you?" Sam asks, sounding suspicious enough that Simon is actually a little offended.

"Hey, it was an entirely platonic display of his cock and... oh god, I didn't even realise that was a sentence you could say, and you!" he adds, giving Sam a hard look when he starts laughing, "you are becoming a bad influence."

"Me?!" Sam replies, looking scandalised, or as scandalised as you can be when not trying very hard to stifle your laughter. "You're the one talking about getting a needle stuck through your dick."

"I said I didn't! You're the one who keeps bringing it up. I'm starting to think that you want one."

Sam grimaced, shaking his head. "Oh god, can you imagine trying to explain that to Maxine? 'What seems to be the problem?' 'Oh, someone stuck a needle through my penis and now it's oozing.' Yeah, I think not."

"Eurgh, did you have to go into detail there Sam?"

"You choose now to get squeamish? You always seem to have some unholy glee for zombie guts and blood and stuff."

"Yeah, but that's not... that's not my dick."

"It's all about your dick, isn't it?" Sam replies but he's grinning, even though he tries to hide it. Well, he doesn't try very hard. More of a token attempt to look serious.

Simon gives a lazy smiles and slides his hand down to rest over Sam's groin lightly. "Could be all about yours if you're up for it."

Sam's breath stutters and he loves the way Sam's lips part, his tongue darting out over them. "Yeah, I think so," Sam agrees.

"Always happy to be of service," Simon murmurs, drawing him up for another kiss.

"Got you a present Sammy."

Sam looks up from the comms desk just quickly enough to catch what Simon tosses at him. He glances down at it, frowning and turning the little plastic bag over in his hands. "Earrings? But I don't-"

"Don't yet," Simon says, grinning widely and brandishing the other part of the present; a small sealed package containing a needle, and an antiseptic wipe.

Sam gives him an incredulous look. "Did you decide to take a jog through a piercing shop or something?"

"Beauty parlour," Sam replies, utterly unrepentant, "and before you start lecturing, we found a lot of stuff for sterilising med kit over there, rubbing alcohol and the like."

"And this just happened to fall into you bag."

"I know. Weirdest thing," Simon replies. "Almost like they knew that you want a piercing."

"Wanted. Wanted a piercing. It's the middle of the zombie apocalypse. It's not exactly the time to be living out teenage rebellion. Especially since I'm in my twenties."

Simon walks over to him, leaning against the edge of the desk, finding that sweet spot where he can control the wobble of the wonky leg. "Of course it is. If you can't be a little rebellious when every day could be your last, then when can you? Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die, and all that."

"God, you're a ray of sunshine. They did warn me about people from Yorkshire."

"Oh aye?" Simone replies, deliberately exaggerating his accent, drawing out the vowels and making it thicker. "About our charm, wit and grace?"

"About your morbidity and bloody-mindedness more like."

"Well, there is that," Simon agrees magnanimously, "but those're survival skills now!"

"What was that song?" Sam asks, smirking at him. "Ilkey Moor Barter? You sang it while staggering back to the barracks after that party in New Canton."

"Ilkley Moor Baht 'at," Simon mutters, looking a little sullen.

"What does that even mean?" Sam asks, giving him a look like he's just grown another head.

"Without a hat. And it's part of my proud Yorkshire heritage. Just 'cause you don't understand perfectly clear English."

"That's not English! It's a stereotype from a costume drama. And you were singing about people dying and getting eaten by worms! I got that much."

"Natural order of things. Don't see you complaining when the kids sing 'Circle of Life'."

"Except you changed the words to include zombies."

"Folk songs are supposed to reflect the experiences of the common man."

"Yes, thank you Karl Marx, but then," he continues doggedly, "you gave up halfway through a verse and started singing 'Dancing Queen'."

"Uh..." Simon does actually have the grace to look embarrassed, "I really don't like folk music that much actually."

Sam sniggers and fingers the lobe of his ear thoughtfully, gaze returning to the little silver studs that Simon had brought back for him. "It's not exactly an essential procedure," he says, but it's obvious that he wants it. "I mean-"

"Sam," Simon says firmly, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning close, giving him an intent look, "if you never got to be rebellious as a teenager, why not now? And if it's your dad you're worried about... well, he isn't here and even if he was, I think he'd be more pissed off about you making out with another bloke honestly. We've done plenty of that," he says.

Sam chuckles softly. "You're sure it's safe?"

"What part of our lives is safe these days really?" Simon asks but continues before Sam can get a word in. "I asked the doc and she said it would be fine as long as it was a sterile needle and kept clean."

Sam thinks for a moment, chewing on his lip pensively before giving a small nod. "Alright," he agrees, a small smile curling his lips. "Live dangerously, right?"

"Absolutely," Simon replies and leans in to kiss him softly, coaxing him into it, hand cupping his cheek. "So, your place or mine?"

Sam snorts, shaking his head. "So, between a barracks with seven other people and a tiny room next to the comms shack? How do I decide between such luxuries?"

"Yup, the Abel Township Ritz provides the finest in post-apocalyptic accommodation and cuisine."

"Wow, with a recommendation like that, how can I resist? My place. There's a bit more privacy. I don't want someone walking in and startling you."

Simon laughs, holding up his right hand. "I have very steady hands. Had no complaints so far," he says with a lascivious grin.

"How many piercings have you done?" Sam asks suspiciously.

"Well... three," Simon admits, "but one of those was while I was drunk so I figure that's got to be double points."

"Oh god..." Sam moan, looking a little sick.

"It'll be fine, Sammy," Simon says, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and drawing him along.

"I'm gonna be the only person in the zombie apocalypse to die of- of ear gangrene."

Simon sniggers and kisses Sam's temple affectionately as they leave the comms shack. "Sure you don't want to change your mind? I can still do your nipple. You know I like getting my hands all over your naked chest."

"Always knew you got your number by sleeping with the boss, Simon!" Roman calls as he passes.

"Wouldn't you?" Simon calls back, grinning and pulling Sam closer against his side as the younger man squirms. Simon loves it when he blushes like that.

"I hate you so much," Sam mutters, elbowing him in the ribs, but making no attempt to actually pull away.

"You weren't saying that last night," Simon replies cheerfully.

"Temporary insanity," Sam says, giving him a wry look. "I'm going to see Maxine about it later."

"Right, that must be what it is."

They turn into the little, well, shed is about the best that can be said for it, where Sam sleeps, and he closes the door behind them. It's small; enough room for a cot and a small chest for belongings which doubles as a table, but it's private and out of the way of most of the accommodation, since Sam tends to be on call in case of emergency. He stretches himself too thin, Simon thinks, but they all do and there's nothing as reassuring as hearing Sam's voice during a hard mission.

"Right, so, where should I-" Sam begins, uncertainty bleeding back into his expression.

"Just sit down on the bed," Simon says, "get comfy."

Sam nods and goes to perch on the edge of the cot, at least until Simon nudges him back so that he's leaning against the wall.

"Uh, do you really have to take your shift off for this, Simon?" he asks, raising an eyebrow as Simon strips off.

Simon grins and crawls onto Sam's lap, straddling his thighs. "No, but the sight of my perfect abs should help to ease the discomfort."

"Do you ever listen to what comes out of your mouth?" Sam asks.

"Nope!" Simon says cheerfully. He wriggles a little to get comfortable, and okay, maybe to tease a little.

He's as clean as anyone's likely to get today; any mission where there's been a chance of a bite or infection gets them disinfected and given clean clothes. Too much risk not to. Simon pauses before he opens the wrapper of the anti-septic wipe, meeting Sam's eyes squarely. "You're sure about this?" he asks, serious for once.

Sam hesitates for a moment and then nods. "Yeah. I'm sure."

"Alright then."

He wipes Sam's earlobe carefully and then unwraps the needle. It's a proper one for piercing too, not one of the guns or a medical needle. He keeps up a steady stream of chatter as he prepares, waiting for Sam to relax.

"Thought about doing this professionally for a while, learning how to do tattoos too."

"Why didn't you?" Sam asks.

Simon smiles, presses hard, the needle goes through and Sam gasps. Simon can feel the pounding of his pulse as he cleans off the dab of blood and slides the stud through.

"Because I was eighteen and had the attention span of a housefly. There, done."

Sam gives a shaky little laugh, catching his breath. "Not much change there then."

"Oi! You're the one who couldn't be a runner because you get distracted every time a squirrel crosses the path. I feel unfairly maligned." He leans back, letting go of Sam's ear and putting the needle back into the packet to be cleaned or disposed of or whatever the Doc recommends.

Sam reaches up tentatively to touch his ear, fingers sliding over the little gold stud that Simon has put in. "Ow, that hurts."

Simon rolls his eyes. "Well yeah. I did just stick a sharp bit of metal through your flesh. That tends to sting a bit."

"Wise-ass," Sam mutters, but he looks pretty intrigued by the piercing, twisting the stud gently and Simon wishes that he had a mirror so he could see it.

"It looks good," Simon says, smiling and sliding his thumb down Sam's cheek. "You delinquent, you."

Sam laughs, ducking his head and touching the stud again like he can't quite believe that it's there. "That's me. Such a rebel."

Simon ruffles his hair. "I like your rebellious side. Maybe we shoul-"

"No," Sam says firmly. "Whatever it is. No. Just no."

"Awww, you spoil all my fun."

"Hey, I let you stick a needle into me. I normally only let doctors do that."

Simon grins, leaning in to nip at Sam's lower lip lightly. "Oh? Is that what you consider fun then?" he asks, voice lowering as he leans their foreheads together. "Didn't think you were the type."

He feels the whoosh of air as Sam exhales sharply, his eyes widening. Simon laughs and kisses him, a little rough, tugging at Sam's lip with his teeth. It drags a soft little sound from him, one that makes Simon shiver pleasantly.

Sam's arms wrap around him, one tangling in the short hair at the back of his neck. "I don't really know what type I am," he admits quietly, but there's a little smile on his lips.

Simon's been working on that assumption so it doesn't surprise him. He smiles warmly though, tilts Sam's chin up to kiss him again. "Plenty of time to figure it out, Sammy. I still am."

Sam looks a little startled at that. "What, really?"

"'course," Simon replies. "I figure the zombie apocalypse shows you a few things about yourself. What you're capable of."

Sam just looks at him for a long moment, then smiles. "When did you get smart?" he asks, fingers combing through Simon's hair, twisting messy curls around his fingers.

Simon gives him a mock-offended look. "There you go again, taking pot shots at my dignity."

"What dignity?" Sam asks, giving him a cheeky look and kissing him again, just as hard and hungry. Simon just laughs and kisses back.

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Rebel Rebel by Zalia Chimera


Fourth Time's The Charm

**Hmm, what is this? A fanfic for a basically non-existent fandom? A story for a little running app? Yup. That's exactly what this is. A one-shot for a beloved game called Zombies, Run!**

**I couldn't help myself though. I was stuck on a bus with my iPod and next thing I knew I was writing this little gem on the notepad thing. So voila. Here you go. A story.**

**I'm not anticipating many readers, so if you're reading this, thank you very, very much. Please let me know what you think.**

**Warnings: Spoilers for mission 9 of season 1.**

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Run.

That's really all I say, isn't it? It's all I can say. Just keep running, you're doing great, and oh, by the way, you're not even our second Runner 5, you're our fourth. Don't know why I said that last bit to you. It's not like it's even a morale booster or anything. Just the plain truth. And I keep saying other useless things too, about engineering, or my sister, or ice cream sandwiches, anything to fill that awful blank static sound coming from your speakers. But for some reason, you know, that fourth Runner 5 thing seems kind of important.

Maybe it's 'cause in the back of my mind I'm trying to tell myself that fourth time's the charm. Yup, that's right, fourth is great. Fourth's bloody brilliant. Fourth time's the charm, so just keep on running, because you'll surely make it home.

But that's not really the way it's supposed to go, is it? Fourth time's the charm? Hah, yeah, I know. It's not meant to be fourth. It's third. Unlike that ice cream sandwich thing, I can actually remember this facet from the world 'before'. Third is meant to be that key number. And that would be lovely and all, but third stumbled. Third got caught. Third went and got herself turned into a zombie, chased our fourth, and we had to- well we had to bloody shoot her in the head.

Yeah, that. So third's not around anymore. I'm left betting on fourth.

But hell, fourth doesn't look to be around much longer either, what with you being out there. In the dark. Alone.

You're probably dead, aren't you.

Right, no thinking about that. I'm sorry. I'm trying here though. Really, I am. Can you here my voice? I'm speaking to you, saying that inconsequential story about my time in University. You probably don't even care, do you? If you're still alive, that is. I mean, you wouldn't care if you were dead or a zombie, either, I guess. I'm just trying to give you something to follow. Is it working? Are you trying to make it back here? Just keep running, Runner 5, you're doing great.

You know, my mind is going a little funny on me. I'm not scared to say that I'm probably pretty close to breaking down. You can bet I'll have some trouble holding on to my meagre sanity if you don't make it back. Or even worse, if you do make it back. As a zombie. And I have to watch them shoot you down. God that'd be awful. I truly almost lost it when I saw it happen it the old Runner 5, you know? But it had to be done. Awful, but dammit, it was necessary. If it happens again, though... man, I don't know. I think that'd be it for me.

Actually, I'm kind of losing it already, aren't I? Getting a little frayed at the edges, I'd say. All alone, here, in this control room, talking to someone who has probably can't even hear me. Not quite right in the head. At least that's what they're telling me, in kinder, more subtle words. Apparently if you go in to someone's room in the middle of the night during a zombie apocalypse to ask about ice cream sandwiches, people get kinda worried. Crazy, I know. But they're telling me to let it go, give up, go to sleep.

They're telling me that you're already gone, Runner 5.

And for some reason, some bloody unknowable reason, I refuse to believe that.

Because I'm still here, aren't I? Still talking to you, hours after we lost contact. Hoping you're alive - and if you are, that would be really, really great. And I'm still giving you instructions, advice, telling you what you need to do. They're closing the gates soon, by the way, which is kind of counterproductive for your situation, but they wouldn't listen to me when I told them to give you just a little more time. So if you're on your way here, it would be good to put on a burst of speed.

You can make it. I know you can, Runner 5.

I'm still here, waiting for you.

So just do your best.

Wait, what is that noise? Is that-

Oh god. The- the alarm is sounding, isn't it. That's what that noise is. The alarm for the gate. Bloody hell, they're getting ready to lower goddamn gate. Fuck no, not now. Runner 5, right now would be a good time to show up. Like right goddamn now. Please, please show up.

I can't- I don't know what to do. I'm panicking. The alarm is still going. You- your time is up, Runner 5. There's no way you can survive the entire night out there, no matter how much you run. You need to be here. Now. Because they're going to lower the gate and shut you out.

I- I don't know what else to say.

Oh god, if you can hear me, run. Just run.

Shit. Shit shit, no. You can't- they can't leave you out there. They can't do that. Not to you. No. Just god no.

Runner 5. Bloody fucking Runner 5, listen to me now. You have seconds - seconds! - to show up on our screens. Please. You need to show up NOW or it's over. If the gate closes, it's done. There's nothing anyone can do. They won't open it back up. Not until morning, and you can't last that long. I... I can delay them if I see you. As long as it's not completely shut. But they'll only do that if you're in range. I need to see you on screen. Now. So please, god please just keep running.

I'm trying. I'm trying so damn hard to see you. Bloody hell, I can't... You're not showing up, and the gate... the gate's started descending.

I- It's over, isn't. You're not coming ba-

Wait.

Was that... Oh god that's- there! Movement, on the screen from the north side. It's... I... I can see you, Runner 5! And- and you're running. God, you're alive and running and oh my god they need to hold the gate!

Hold the bloody gate!

I can see you. Just keep running, that's it. God that's it. You had a trail following you but you left them behind, and you're still running. You... you're amazing, Runner 5. They've held the gate for you. We can all see you now. Just a few more steps, that's it, and few more steps and you're in.

Oh god you've made it. You're alive.

It's over, Runner 5. You're home.

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**Aha, look. It's done. Welp. I had fun writing this, so if you had fun reading it, drop a review or something. It'd be much appreciated.**

**Thank you kindly, and I hope you have a wonderful day.**

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Fourth Time's The Charm by Zaabeth


How I Got Saved

Hey guys, hope you all like this, and GOD BLESS YOU ALL! Check out True North church and Warren Baptist church! They're epic churches, and I've never felt more in sinc with God. And remember, JESUS LOVES YOU!

How I Got Saved

By MAB:

Hello, my name is Madison April Boswell, I love to ride horses, write (apparently), read, and I'm a science geek, and a geek in general, who also can't stand anything girly, like make-up or curling or straightening irons. I have a quirky personality, I'm almost like a multi-sided coin, I'm not popular, and don't really have a lot of friends.

And this is the story of how I got saved.

But not just physically or mentally saved, but spiritually saved.

**Early Childhood:**

I was born in Atlanta, and moved here when I started school. We didn't really go to church a lot, and I didn't know much about Christ, and I knew some of the most basic-general stuff that everyone knew. I'm also going to go ahead and admit it now; I like to do the right thing. It bothers me whenever I get in trouble. So when my neighbor, Sarah Margret, she is now in 6th grade and goes to another school on the other end of town (she moved, but still lives twenty minutes away!), her parents and little sister, Catherine, moved in next door, it was only the beginning to this wild ride.

Her family was more of the strict kind of Christian. So naturally, whenever I did something un-Godly, or used His name in vain, Sarah Margret would tell me off. Over time, she talked more and more about God, and what He was all about, and I became really curious about Him. So I started listening to what she was saying, and asked my parents if we could go to church.

We went.

Came back.

I barely remembered the service, but we kept going anyway. It was one of those churches were the men had to wear black-tie formal suits, and the girls, dresses and skirts, and my parents are those kind of people. In the first paragraph; I said I couldn't stand anything girly in the slightest.

Despite that I hated the dress code, I always had a very guilty feeling in my gut whenever I went to church because I _wasn't_ religious, and it made me feel bad that I didn't know anything. Just going made me feel really bad about myself. So as the years passed (about two), we occasionally went to church, and my feeling of guilt persisted and grew.

Then middle school happened.

**True North Church:**

In 6th grade, I had a sort of fantasy for running, and I would be on the Cross Country team for the next two years of middle school at RMS. One day I was about to start running alone when another 6th grader walked up and asked if she could run with me. Her name was Reagan Miller, and as we talked and ran, we both became immediate best friends. In some ways, we were exact opposites, but exactly alike. One day as I was telling her about my proper church, she told me about the church she went to in North Augusta; True North Church. The part that first got me was "you don't have to wear fancy clothes," and "there's this awesome rock band!" So when she invited me to tag along with her family, I was all for it. But when I went to my parents and told them about it they were like, "No, you have to dress properly, you're in God's house and you need to respect Him!" LSo even though I didn't have to wear nice clothes, my parents made me.L

So the clothes were a downer, but when I got there, I was surprised at what it was like. It wasn't even in a real church building. They set up at North Augusta high school. (They recently bought land and groundbreaking is going to be soon, YAY!) There are tables outside laden with warm, _fresh out of the oven chocolate chip cookies, _goldfish, coffee, and the occasional box of Krispy Cream Doughnuts. J They did their lessons in little series, and according to each series they would hand out little brochures that you could take home and had neat little fill-in the blank notes. I think the rock band was one of my favorite parts. We sat in the front row, feet away from blaring speakers that blasted out awesome music, that no matter how loud you sang or how loud you screamed, you couldn't be overheard by three electric guitarist, and barefoot keyboardist. I came back from the service feeling enlightened and happy, and pumped up about the church service. And I kept going with the Miller family.

I love the Miller family. I grew up as an only child, and to be locked in van with four fighting and screaming kids, one in middle school, and the others in Elementary school, with a baring stereo (to which everyone sang screamed along to, and two parents yelling at all of us to stop screaming; was a cool and exciting change for my quiet and normal family.

I started going to church every Sunday. (My parents still made me wear kakis.) L

**Warren Baptist Church, Youth Group at Merge.**

After a while, Reagan asked me if I wanted to go to another church's (Warren Baptist) youth group with her on Wednesday night. I didn't want to at first, but eventually, I said yes.

Overtime, I started learning more and more about God. I started understanding what His word meant, and how much He loves me.

Then one day at Merge, instead of breaking up into our small groups and studying, a gentleman named Coach Mallan Turner came to give us presentation. But before that, the Youth Leaders put on a play. And the play was this: some people were dressed up as demons, one as the devil, one as God and one as Jesus, and it was court battle over people who had died, and were encountering their Judgment Hour. (When God decides whether or not to send you to Heaven or Hell.) God was the Judge, Jesus was the defender, and Satan was the prosecutor. And several times Satan won, when the persons' sins were not covered in Jesus's blood, but when the dead person's sins _were_ covered in Jesus's blood, they were saved and sent to Heaven!

This scared the crap out of me, because at that very moment, I realized that I did not love God with my entire heart. If I were to die at that very moment; I would be in Hell. Then Coach Mallan Turner did a little sermon about confessing our faith, and he said for all of us to hold hands and pray. Then he started praying and told us to squeeze the people's hands next to us if we needed to confess our faith. And I haven't mentioned this yet, but I'm an emotional train wreck, I'll burst into tears if I get a bad grade on a math test, so of course I start crying my eyes out. Not because I was sad, but because I was ecstatic with God's love inside me! And a little scared of the people beside me knowing I wasn't faithful yet. I happened to be holding Reagan's hand, and one of the people was one of the Youth Pastors, Mrs. Casey Mary. As soon as I squeezed her hand, she covered my hand with hers, and came with me to the front when I confessed my faith to God. And on March 25, 2012, became my new spiritual birthday

Afterwards (while I'm still crying my eyes out and my friends are trying to make me stop by rubbing their hands over my eyeballs) she walks up to me and she's so excited and she starts talking about how we might be neighbors in Heaven one day. Has anyone ever talked to you like that? Just gone up to you and started talking about the wonders of Heaven and what God promised to do for us, and how much He really loves us? Now, that new spiritual birthday means more to me than my actual one on which I was born, December 28, 1998.

I could stretch out this three page document into hundreds of pages describing everything I felt and feel right now, and how great my love for God is, this barely has any detail at all what-so-ever, but instead I'm going to cram a few short sentences in this, and hope you just get a sprinkling of what God's love has done for me. And I'm not saying that the church I had gone to before was bad, it just didn't 'click' for me, and True North and Warren Baptist did! Every person has their own 'click', just like one girl or guy can think someone else if absolutely gorgeous, or puke ugly. And if you don't have yours, I hope that you find it soon! I also hope that you love Him as much as I do! I cannot possibly describe in words how much God loves you and me; I can only say that you cannot experience His love if you don't let Him enter your heart.

And I'll pray for each and every one of you that you do soon.

JESUS LOVES YOU! :)

~MAB:)

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How I Got Saved by writernerd


Trusting You

**Hello people!**

**I saw that here are barely any fan fics and I thought that I could make an One Shot here, since I absolutely loved the movie! :D**

**It's Joey (Zoey/Jackson) of course and has something to do with a movie scene!**

**Well, the dialouges won't be completely correct, since I want to change the scene :D**

**I hope you guys enjoyed my little One Shot and leave reviews! :)**

**If you want to read more of me, get a look at the I didn't do It section! :D**

**I would love it if you check my stories there out and leave a review! :)**

**Love you guys xxxxx**

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**Summary:**

**What if after Zoey gave Jackson the command to kiss her the scene would've ended different and Zoey would've tried to get Jackson to stay? What would have happened?**

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**Outside of school**

**Zoey's POV:**

''Then just kiss me!'' I exclaimed.

The obeying voice from my phone came again and Jackson suddenly looked shocked at me.

Then he leaned in and gave me a kiss at the corner of my mouth, but still on my cheek.

Oh my god. That really-

''Why did you just do that?'' I asked shocked even though I already knew the answer.

Jackson looked as shocked as me and stuttered, ''I-I- don't know.''

I really liked the kiss , but I really didn't want it to happen like that!

Jackson was right. I really was screwing up everything!

''I- I- '' Jackson started and swallowed. ''I think it's better, if we don't see each other for some time.''

My eyes went wide at that and Jackson already wanted to turn around.

''No Jackson! Wait!'' I cried.

I didn't know what else to say.

I wanted to apologize. I felt horrible. Even for Taylor a bit, but I couldn't.

Why was this all so freaking complicated for me.

Jackson looked confused at me and I realized that I hadn't said anything more.

''What?'' Jackson now asked and took the last step to me again.

That was a pretty good question, but I seriously had no answer to that.

''Can't we just talk about this?'' I asked him pleading.

I didn't want to loose Jackson.

I knew that I made a huge mistake, but Jackson was the only thing that actually worked a bit I thought.

After I manipulated all boys for my liking. I was such a horrible person.

''I don't think that there is anything to talk at the moment.'' Jackson replied.

He wanted to turn around again and I looked desperate.

''Yes, there is. Jackson, I am sorry!'' I exclaimed honest.

He just had to believe me. At least I hoped so.

I didn't also want to loose my crush, because of what happened.

Jackson meant a huge lot to me and this would be so horrible.

Jackson raised an eyebrow at me and then asked, ''How am I supposed to know that you really mean it? I don't have the feeling that I know anything about you.''

Ouch. That most definitely really hurt.

**Jackson's POV:**

I raised an eyebrow at her and then asked, ''How am I supposed to know that you really mean it? I don't have the feeling that I know anything about you.''

I wished that I knew more about her and that I could understand what she did, but it all didn't make any sense anymore.

Why did Zoey act like Taylor just minutes ago?

''I know that it's hard to believe me right now, but please let me t-''

''Why didn't you talk to Taylor instead of manipulating her?'' I asked now.

Not that I wanted to defend Taylor. I knew that she was a horrible person.

But this time it was Zoey, the girl I liked who did the mistake and she didn't act any better than Taylor.

Zoey looked down at that and didn't reply.

I hated it to see her like that, but I didn't know what to do with all of this.

Why did she do that?

''Do you know what hurts the most at all of this?'' I asked her.

At this she looked confused up and I sighed.

''You are an amazing dancer and I know that you can make so much more out of this, but you can't stand up for Taylor even though I know that you're better than her. You know that.'' I added.

She looked shocked at me and I looked honest back.

I meant every single word of what I said and she should be also able to see that.

''You think that I am better than her?'' Zoey asked me.

I shrugged at that and sighed.

''I thought that. Well, you're better in dancing but what you just did inside there was unbelievable.'' I told her.

I really just wanted to walk away and have some time to think.

Last time I came together with a girl it went horrible wrong and I still didn't get how I just kissed Zoey.

Not that I didn't want to kiss her, but that certainly did not fit in that moment.

I sighed and shook my head.

''I really thought wrong of you like it seems. I better go now.'' I stated.

It hurt to say that, but it was true.

I turned around again and wanted to leave.

But this time Zoey grabbed my arm and spun me around and kissed me on the mouth.

My eyes went wide, but I kissed back automatically.

I was longing for that kiss and now it happened.

Even though normally the boys did something like this, but I really didn't care.

My body was on fire from the kiss and as we broke apart I looked shocked at Zoey.

''I really am sorry. I do mean it and if I could I would turn all of this back, Jackson. I don't want to loose you.'' Zoey told me.

I looked a bit shocked at her and sighed. I knew that I couldn't be mad at her.

''You promise to fix this?'' I asked her.

Zoey nodded eagerly at that and I sighed again.

I knew that I would give in at the end now. After that kiss I couldn't do anything else.

''You know that those kissing things are actually meant to be by boys?'' I added.

Zoey laughed at that and shrugged.

''Well, I guess I did learn something from living with boys. Sometimes girls have to make the move and even girls have mistakes.'' Zoey replied.

I chuckled at that, too and nodded.

''I'll try my best to fix this, but you ahve to trust in me and forgive me.'' Zoey added.

I looked at her, but then nodded again.

''Okay, I trust in you and I forgive you, but you better fixt this quick. I know how horrible Taylor is, but nobody deserves that.'' I told her.

Zoey looked down and nodded.

''I know.'' She replied.

I chuckled and shook my head.

''But I'm going to help you to fix this.'' I promised her.

I really would. I wanted to.

Zoey looked shocked at me, but then smiled as she saw my honest look.

''Well, then let's go.'' Zoey replied.

I nodded and then we walked away. Hopefully we could really fix this.

Well, but as long as Zoey and I did it together and found a really good plan other than manipulating Taylor it would work. Hopefully.

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**That was my first Zapped One Shot! :D**

**I really hope that here are going to be more stories soon, but this is my first One Shot for it! :D**

**I know it was a bit out of the movie, but I told you! :D**

**Hope you guys enjoyed and please leave a review , if you did! :)**

**Kate**

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Trusting You by JarrettorForever


We Did It!

**Hello everybody! :D**

**LoveYaAll aka Susan here! :D**

**Woah. Haven't posted something in a while :D**

**I watched Zapped yesterday and I had an idea for an One Shot that I really wanted to share with you! :D**

**It's Zoey/Adam siblings ship , but also slight Zoey/Jackson at the beginning :)**

**I really loved Zoey and Jackson together, but I also loved the siblings ship between those two and wanted to post this :D**

**It kinda plays after the competition and is more like a drabble :)**

**I hope you guys enjoy and leave a lot of reviews! :)**

**Love you so much xxxx**

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**Summary:**

**After the competition and Jackson went away, Zoey has a short talk with Adam. How will the conversation go and about what will they all talk about?**

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**At the gym hall**

**Zoey's POV:**

''Well, I can't wait for our date, but I really got to go. You know, hanging out with my chess mates. I promised them to come today.'' Jackson told me.

I grinned at him and replied, ''Don't worry, I'm fine. You go and have fun. I want to spend some time with my family anyway after you know...''

I honestly actually didn't even want to talk about the stupid app thing anymore.

I kinda was mad at myself for doing this, but I was glad that the others helped me.

Jackson nodded at that and kissed my cheek.

''Yes, I know. I see you tomorrow.'' He replied and with that walked out.

I blushed at that and then wanted to walk back to my mom as I saw Adam talking to that guy from college.

I smiled at that and waited for them to finish talking.

I really wanted to talk to Adam and thank him.

''Thanks, Mr. Thompson. I really can't believe that you want me in the college.'' Adam told him shocked.

Oh my god. Adam got it?!

Called Mr. Thompson smiled and replied, ''Of course. I only give stipendiums to choosen pupil, but you definitely deserve it. Well, but I got to go now. I'll send you further information per mail.''

With that the man walked away and Adam grinned wide.

I walked up to him and he looked to me.

''I DID IT!'' He cried.

''Yes , you did!'' I replied and hugged him tight.

Adam was a great guy and an even better brother. I was so happy for him.

''I can't believe that I really got a stipendium.'' Adam added.

I put my hands on my hips and then stated, ''Of course you did. You were awesome and not a bit doggy like.''

Adam laughed at that and smiled.

''Well, I'm glad that all of this is over and I see that I'm not the only one with success.'' He replied.

I blushed at that.

''I'm happy for you, Zoey and I'm glad that you are in our family.'' He added.

I smiled thankfully at him and then replied, ''I'm happy, too and I'm even more happy for you that you can live your basketball dream now.''

Adam smirked at that and then cried again, ''WE DID IT!''

I looked down and nodded at that as Adam put a hand on my shoulder.

''Hey, don't look like that. Everything is okay again and you have to stick up with me until I go to college , still. You don't have to be sad.'' He told me.

I looked at him with raised eyebrows and he smirked again.

I smiled and then said to him, ''Let's go to the others and celebrate.''

Adam nodded and then asked, ''Without any apps to train us?''

I nodded and grinned.

Then I replied, ''Without any apps. I'm never going to use something like that ever again.''

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**That was my drabble for you guys and for the movie! :)**

**I know it was not my best one and short, but it's a drabble after all! :)**

**Did you guys like it? I hope so! :)**

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We Did It! by LoveYaAll


The Real First Date

_**Warning: This One Shot has not been beta- read. My betas weren't online today and I really wanted to post it :D**_

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**Hay guys! :D**

**I already said it at my life journal that I will make One Shots at the space for my finished I didn't do it stories and now it comes :)**

**The fouth One Shot is for Zapped and the pairing it is Zoey/Jackson pairing :D**

**I so loved the movie and just had to write this already after I asked in a mail at fan fiction net to put the section in :)**

**That also means that it is the first story at this section! YAY! :D**

**I hope you guys enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review! :D**

**I'M SO HAPPY! My sister was in Venice with her class and bought me an 'Anna' (Frozen) Doll from there! Italy has like the best dolls and I'm squealing! :D**

**If you want to see what I have all in store for you get a look at my profile under 'IMPORTANT!' :)**

**MAY I just say that Jackson aka Spencer Boldman is absolutely hot? :D**

**What did you think about the movie and Spencer and Zendaya? :)**

**Love you guys as always xx**

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**Summary:**

**After all the trouble after the competition, Zoey and Jackson finally have their first date without any apps or anything. How will it go?**

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**At the Steven's house**

**Zoey's POV:**

''Zoey! Your boyfriend is here!'' Ben cried from downstairs.

I just finished up my mascara and looked nervously around.

Oh my god. Jackson was there and the boys were already embarassing me.

Okay, I shouldn't think like this.

I've already learned my lesson and that was why I didn't have a smart phone anymore.

Just take a deep breath Zoey.

I took another deep breath and then walked out, almost walking in to Adam.

''Hey, only because you have a date with your boyfriend doesn't mean that you have to not see your brothers.'' He said to me chuckling.

I rolled my eyes at that.

''First of all: Jackson is not my boyfriend yet and second of all, how could I not see you?'' I replied.

Adam chuckled at that and I chuckled, too.

I really loved my brothers now, but I still had the strongest bond with Adam.

He smiled at me and then told me, ''Good luck with your date and if he disobeys you...''

''I call you, I know.'' I said to him and smiled at him.

Adam nodded and I walked downstairs.

Jackson was waiting at the stairs, looking great as usual.

He smiled at me as he saw me in my dress.

''Hey Zoey. You look great.'' He greeted me.

I blushed at that and smiled.

''Thanks you look really handsome.'' I replied.

We just stared at each other for a while until Ben cleared his throat.

''Don't you have a date to go on?'' He asked us.

At that Jackson and I both went red and I quickly completely walked up to him.

''Let's go.'' Jackson told me and I nodded.

Jackson and I started walking in silence, but it wasn't awkward.

Even though I really wanted this date to go great.

I hopelessly fell for Jackson to say at least.

''This is kinda weird.'' Jackson stated.

I looked confused at him as we walked to the diner place where we hang out for the first time.

We both thought that it was easier to start over there again.

''What do you mean?'' I asked him worried.

Jackson chuckled at that and looked at me.

''Well, you not using your phone and me, not knowing what to say.''He replied.

I looked a bit shocked at him and he laughed.

''Hey! That wasn't funny!'' I exclaimed, punching his shoulder.

Jackson just laughed at that and shook his head.

''Yes, it was.'' He replied.

I blushed a bit at that and said, ''Okay, maybe a little bit.''

We both sat down and after the waiter took our orders we just started talking.

''So... How's the dancing going? Practicing for the finals?'' Jackson asked me.

I laughed at that.

''Seriously? You were at every practice since we started.'' I stated.

Jackson shook his head and chuckled along.

''Sorry. I just didn't know where to start here with us two, being on a real date and so. I mean after all I'm still a boy.'' He replied.

**Jackson's POV:**

''Sorry. I just didn't know where to start here with us two, being on a real date and so. I mean after all I'm still a boy.'' I replied.

I really was a bit weird at this date, but I really meant it.

Even though I knew that Zoey and I both learned our lessons and I probably should be more chill with this.

Zoey chuckled, taking my hand and then told me, ''And I wouldn't want to have it any other way.''

I smiled at that at her and Zoey looked down.

''It's funny that we talk less now that you don't have your phone with you you know.'' I added.

Zoey looked at me in disbelief and I chuckled.

''You just can't stop, can you?'' She asked me.

I chuckled and shook my head.

''Sorry. I stop now. I'm not here to make you feel bad. We're on a date after all.'' I replied.

Zoey nodded at that and looked down.

''Yeah, a date.'' She said.

I smiled and took her hands.

''Hey, it's going good. No crazy phones or apps and no dogs. Well, if you don't count me.'' I told her.

Zoey looked in disbelief at me and I chuckled again.

''Okay, sorry. That really was the last one.'' I added.

Zoey rolled her eyes just as our food came and I smiled, squeezing her hand.

''Unless you want me to do something else. I mean , now that we are on a date and you-''

''Just don't say it, okay? Nothing with obeying please.'' Zoey said to me.

I nodded at that and we started eating.

It was pretty fun also the rest of the date.

Besides of some jokes from me that Zoey more or less laughed about we also talked about serious things.

I really was head over heels for that girl.

We kinda forgot the time and as we stood up to go (sadly) I realized how late it was.

''Oh crap. Your dad and your brothers are probably going to kill me.'' I said.

Zoey chuckled at that and then replied, ''Not if I use my app on them.''

I looked shocked at her and she laughed and punched my shoulder.

''Let's go.'' She added and I nodded.

Before we walked out of the door, I stopped.

''Wait.'' I said and put off my jackett.

Then I put it around Zoey's shoulders and she blushed.

''I don't want you to get cold.'' I told her.

Zoey blushed at that and we started walking to her house in silence.

At some point I took her hand what made her blush again .

She looked so cute when she blushed.

I chuckled and we walked hand in hand to her house.

As we arrived there Zoey turned around to me.

She wanted to give me back my jackett, but I told her, ''Keep it. A boy should give a girl something for the first date.''

Zoey raised an eyebrow at me and then asked, ''You just made that up, didn't you?''

I laughed at that and nodded.

''Totally.'' I replied.

Zoey rolled her eyes at that and I smiled at her.

Then she looked down at her hands and said , ''Well, this was nice.''

I nodded and took the last step to her.

Zoey looked confused up to me and I then replied, ''It was more than just nice and I hope that we can do it again.''

Zoey looked a bit shocked at me, but then nodded.

That was the last straw for me to really lean down and kiss her.

Zoey immediately kissed back, while the jackett fall of her shoulders and her hands went around my neck.

Mine were around her waist.

As we broke apart after 30 seconds, foreheads resting at each other, I chuckled.

''Well, you better get that Jackett in the house and washed.'' I said to her.

Zoey rolled her eyes and then replied, ''I think it's okay, since it still smells like you.''

I raised an eyebrow at her and Zoey blushed.

I chuckled , pecked her lips one more time and then told her , ''I see you tomorrow.''

Zoey nodded and with that I walked away.

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**I don't know. Was it good, bad, awful, awesome? :D**

**It was my first try on the movie and I just had to, because I so loved this movie :D**

**I hope you guys enjoyed my One Shot and don't forget to leave a review! :)
**

**Gabrie**

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The Real First Date by StoryToBeToldAsOne


Pack

PACK

AUTHOR'S NOTE/DISCLAIMER

Takes place during the scene where Taylor's commanding Zoey to act like a dog and shows the guys' thoughts as they break the app's spell. Belongs to Disney and the creators of the movie.

Adam was still doing the kick-line just as he had been commanded when he saw Zoey on the floor acting like a dog at Taylor's behest. _Oh heck no! Taylor's not getting away with this!_ he thought in annoyance and he wrenched away from the line, walked up to her, and then dropped to his knees, causing her to look at him in surprise.

"How did you-"

"I'm your brother. We stick together." With that, he began shaking, begging, and panting along with her. Hearing this, Ted's heart swelled in pride. _I'm so proud of him for sticking up for our girl_, he thought. Our girl. Zoey was his daughter and he wasn't going to stand for her being humiliated on her own like this. Determinedly, he scooted forward and then got in the same position as his children and copied them. Ben and Zach's eyes flashed angrily as they watched the scene. Their sister was in trouble. Well, they weren't going to leave her alone. _Hold on, Zoey! I'm coming!_ Ben thought. _I'm not letting her go through this alone. I've got her back_, Zach mused. Immediately, the two joined their family. Jackson watched the family for a few moments and felt his heart break. He couldn't believe Taylor was doing this. How could she be so cruel? _Ah, the heck with it_, he thought and headed for them. As he did so, he saw Adam move over, leaving a space for him right next to Zoey. He dropped to his knees and began imitating them, sharing a smile with the girl next to him. When Taylor started yelling at them to stop, saying that they were ruining everything and to get back, Jackson had to force down his laughter as he just started panting harder and made the sound playful at his ex-girlfriends' annoyance. And without even looking at them, he knew the others were doing the same thing. _This is actually kind of fun_, he thought and then smiled as the other girl finally asked why the phone wasn't working.

"Because everyone knows, you can **never** make a dog turn against its own pack," Zoey responded, sharing a look with her stepbrothers. Jackson smiled at the word. Pack. They were a pack. Yeah, that sounded good to him.

THE END

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Pack by Ghostwriter


Who puts a bubble machine inside a mountain?

_What, no-one else wondered what that bubble machine was doing there?_

_Disclaimer: This is fanfiction. Therefore I don't own it._

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"So," said the teacher, "What have you two got to show me?"

The two creatures looked at each other.

"Bubbles!" they said in unison.

The teacher blinked his as-of-yet unspecified mumber of eyes.

"What you do," said one, "Is you stand just _here_..." he pointed with one arm/paw/tentacle, "...And it makes a bubble and you float across to the other side.

"Through the maze!" said the other.

"And what happens if the bubbles burst?"

"Well, we've both ridden it and it worked."

"Though fat people might want to avoid it."

"Yeah."

The teacher sighed.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous this could be?"

One student let out a yelp as she was sucked down a whirlpool.

"What happens to people who go down the whirlpools?"

The two creatures looked at each other and shrugged.

"So, do we win?"

"I think I'll move onto the mirror machine."

"Aww!"

"Come on, sir!"

"And don't let anyone else ride in that... thing."

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Who puts a bubble machine inside a mountain? by Hiho


Wait For Me

**Title**: Wait For Me
**Characters/Pairings:** Elwood
**Rating**: PG-13
**Word Count:** 680
**Warnings**: None in particular.
**Disclaimer**: Standard disclaimers apply.
**Notes**: Written for the LJ comm writers-choice, #261 "Sorry"

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It was silent on the hill, except for the whistling wind tugging at his clothes. The sun hid behind big gray clouds, as if to leave him alone for the moment. It cast a dim shadow over the barren land, where far and wide nothing was to be seen. Nothing except the grave he knelt in front. His sister's grave.

The earth beneath his palms was still dampish and loose, having been dug up only recently. It heightened the sense of unease and parting, as it was still fresh like the wound on his heart. He could not entirely wrap his mind around the fact that she was dead, although he had seen the gaping hole in her chest, the blood on the walls, had held her in his arms and told her he would find a way to save her. Although he already felt a bone-deep loneliness encompass him, weighing him down. (She was not there with him any longer, he was all alone.)

Her death had all been his fault, he knew and there was no way he could tell her how sorry he was for everything that had happened. If he had not joined Kinqro's gang for money, if he had just opted for a cleaner way to pay for her medication, maybe none of this would have happened. But it was already too late for ifs.

Had he been anyone else, he might have blamed his sister's heart disease for forcing him down the wrong path, might have been glad he was free of the obligation of caring for her. Had he been anyone other than John Elwood Shepherd, he might have.

But Elwood loved his sister. She had been the only family he had. His gentle and trusting older sister, not one to be discouraged or troubled by her disease even though she was weak. She had been the sunshine in his life, always cheerful even when she was in pain. Always believing in him until the bitter end. He had disgusted himself every time he had to lie to her about his job and where he got his money from. It had been all for her sake and there had been no need for her to know about the dirty means he earned it through.

He could put all of that behind him now. There was no sister he could care for anymore and Kinqro had been dealt with. (Gamma, a Powder Hunter he had just met that day, had seen to that.) Elwood was free now. And without a home to go back to.

The situation was not entirely hopeless though. There was Gamma. And there were the Rings of the Dead. If Elwood could gather twelve of them, he would be given Zombie Powder, a substance said to be able to resurrect the dead. Gamma seemed to have leads on their whereabouts, so Elwood would just follow him.

Those rings were his only source of hope now. With them he could bring his sister back to life. That goal helped him overlook the feeling of guilt and remorse clutching his insides. He wasn't conscious of the fact that by resurrecting his dead sister, he could erase that burdening knowledge of being responsible for her death. (A selfish reason.)

Whatever it was, he was brimming with determination and would not stray from his path. It was everything he had left to live for, he did not need any reason for doing what he had set his mind to.

Getting up from his knees, he put his woollen cap atop of her simple cross. It was his favorite, so he would come back to pick it up again. When Zombie Powder was in his possession.

Slowly the shadows over her grave retreated with the clouds in the sky, rays of sunlight spilling over Elwood's dark brown hair, as he spoke his temporary parting words. "I'm going now, sis. But just you wait. I'll definately bring you back, no matter what."

They could be a family again, but this time without heart failures and lies.

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Wait For Me by CrookedSpoon


Flying True

Smooth and slow, he wiped at the small handgun as he watched Elwood. The sun had already started to rise in the sky, casting soft gray shadows along the bench where Smith rested. He worked with the cool efficiency of one who knew his weapon well and not just from admiring it from a distance.

Smith knew every crevice and curve of the killing machine. It was his partner in a way only Gamma could match and, even then, it could be far more trustworthy than the other man. But, it was Gamma's unpredictability that made him all the more intriguing to work with.

For example, the boy not too far away from where Smith sat. Elwood had never been in their plans. In fact, he was one of those blips that made traveling with Gamma exciting, even if more dangerous.

Elwood wasn't trained to fight like they had been and, with the way Gamma was holding back, he never would understand. That was what was going to end up being dangerous for the both of them. The small kindness that Gamma had offered to Elwood in bringing him with them was going to kill both of them if they weren't careful and, by not teaching Elwood, Gamma was being just that: Not careful.

Smith whistled the boy over, setting his gun down neatly on the bench and took the blade from Elwood's hands when he stepped cautiously.

"Try not to swing your elbow so much," Smith explained, shifting his grip and throwing the knife as an example, "It has a better chance of flying smoothly like that."

Just because Gamma wasn't careful didn't mean Smith couldn't be, after all.

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Flying True by Shini-Kender


Just Around the Corner

"Up and at them!" Wolfina exclaimed to herself, patting off her hands before she reached up to pull her hair into the ponytail that was a familiar spark of brown on the streets of her precious city and the terror of many a villain.

She was in better spirits than she'd ever been, at least ever since her brother had gone into his coma. But, now, there was freedom. That tiny flickering bit of hope that was growing every day since Gamma had given her the key.

"Morning, Emilio," she paused, leaning over to kiss his blank face. He didn't move, but the promise that he would soon was enough of a cheer for her. "Guess what I'm going to do this morning, hmm?"

He didn't answer, staring blankly forward as he always had since that fateful day. But, she knew he was guessing, somewhere deep inside.

"Can't figure it out, huh? I'm cooking a special meal just for all of them!" Wolfina smiled, shifting to tie on her boots. She could feel his weighted gaze on her back as she rose, heading for the door.

"And, someday, Emilio, I'm gonna make it for you."

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Just Around the Corner by Shini-Kender


After Story

It's been ten years since Gamma and Smith split off from Elwood and Wolfina. It took Elwood about three years to gather all the rings of the dead he needed to bring his sister back to life. During that time Wolfina found that she was growing attached to Elwood in more ways than one. After dating for several years they got married. It was a day both of them would cherish forever. Even Gamma and Smith showed up, and despite Smith beating him at poker 10 times in a row they all had fun. Wolfina got pregnant about 2 years later and gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl. The girl was named Rose after her mother's favorite flower, and the boy was named Gamma, after the man who changed his father's life. They named Angelle and Gamma as the godparents. As the family huddles together the new parents can only silently thank the Gamma for everything he did for this to happen.

**I know this is short, but I just thought it up. Feel free to review ^_^**

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After Story by Kenpachi17


Craving Clean Senses

Disclaimer: If I owned Zombie Powder, there would be waaaay more guys without their shirts off.

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It was always Angelle's fault.

If Angelle hadn't made that stupid comment, Wolfina would not have cared about the matter one wit. She'd never have thought, bothered or dreamed about it, she wouldn't have cared because she wouldn't be knowing what she was missing.

Not that she was missing anything.

She grumbled, switching to lie on her left side, and stifled a gasp as she felt her spleen move over 5 inches. She could take the pain, she had always taken the pain, but this was much worse. Long silver hair flew past her memory, leaving her with another ache inside her body, this one not surgically relevant.

_'God, have you ever noticed the way he smells?' Angelle asked, eyes shining, hands clasped, yet speaking to no one in particular. The maids--none of whom Wolfina had bothered to remember the names of, were watching the television diligently, each one having their month's salary wagered on a horse that was leading a close second._

_'Huh?' Wolfina had responded, quietly and to herself, mostly in wonder how such a small stupid child could be so infatuated with someone like Gamma, rather than some second rate pop star._

_Curly blonde hair slapped Wolfina across her face, but before she could make any crass comment on Angelle's dandruff problem, a pout and a shrill voice beat her to it._

_'How could anyone like _you _understand? Gamma is _waaaaay _out of your league, so don't even think about stealing my boyfriend biatch.' Wolfina swallowed her growl and dove into her bowl of cereal, the only thing she was allowed to eat, ever. She ground her teeth harshly, turning the wet cereal into a sugary cement, milk leaking through her teeth and down her throat. Who the hell cared what Akutabi Gamma _smelled_ like anyway?_

This is what she had honestly thought at the time.

Time. Time had passed. A long time had passed. Things change over time; Wolfina had known this all too well with the case of Emilio. And though change was usually welcome, it was not always a good thing.

Peanuts. She'd decided. Akutabi Gamma smelled like peanuts. Nutty and salty, and fitting any time through the seasons. She clenched her eyes shut tightly, yellow and black flashing across her eyelids, but it didn't stop the image of one SO class criminal from lying across them, sleeping and frowning on the rooftop. His hair had looked so smooth, she remembered, and even then he had smelled like peanuts.

The sound of the lightbulb humming interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and stared at the light weakly, noticing that it swayed slightly back and forth, back and forth...

She wondered if they'd found any more rings. She wondered if they'd been hurt along the way. She wondered if they were having the best time of their lives.

She wondered if he wondered about the way she smelled.

She turned her head back, to rest on her pillow and breathed in deeply the smell of her unwashed hair and face oil. She smelled like, like a dead flower under the porch of a house. She smelled like an old dorm room from the generation before the previous generation. She smelled like, like...

She _smelled _like _crap_.

She let out an awful squeal of anger and indignation. Frustration squeezed through her throat and out came the moan she'd been longing to release, and was finally liberated in one long call of hygienic mourning. Tears seeped bitterly from her seldom used eyes, and she with held breathing for as long as she could stand, not wanting the embarrassment of hearing the sniffle that would surely sound. Through her cry of anguish, she heard a distant, "Shut up!" that no doubt came from the blonde helper that fancied herself a dictator.

Wolfina gave one last shout of defiance, and then slumped down even further, her breasts giving out a sigh she would not regain, drooping into the mattress as the last straw, her final release.

Her face was hot and sweaty from her wet breath, but she didn't remove it from the pillow. She didn't feel it.

Instead she felt the wind blowing his hair closer to her, so close she could barely move a finger in order to grasp it. Wolfina inhaled, and smelled peanuts.

And for once, she was grateful to the midget fairy.

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A/N: I thought I should contribute to this poor little besotted section of fanfiction. I guess Zombie Powder isn't as worshipped as it should be. (I mean come on, the main character looks like Grimmjow and Sephiroth!! How can that _not_ sell??)

Innywho, if you like it let me know, and if not...whatever. I happen to really like Wolfina, I think she's an amazing character, and so much fun to work with.

Gamma is just too damn sexy. S'later y'all.

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Craving Clean Senses by Freaking Cage


Gullible Wolfina

**Gullible Wolfina**

**By: Klutzilla01**

Klutz: Hello everyone! Klutz here and ready to write again!

Sasu: Again, WHY AM I HERE!?!?!?!

Klutz: Well, you're always there when I start a new story. And Orochimaru owes me money. Stupid...snake-loving...pedophile...gaywad ...2nd Michael Jackson wannabe...-mumbles off-

Sasu: -sweatdrops-

El: Hello everybody!

Wolf: Yay! I'm here too!

Em: -Z, Z, Z, Z-

Klutz: Now that the party is here, Look and behold the title!!!

Wolf: YAHOO! It's a story about me!!

El: Will I be in it too?

Klutz: Yup! Of course!

Bal: I AM THE ALMIGHTY MYS- -POW!-

Anglee: YOU OW ME MONEY!!! -punches Balmunk-

El: I would REALLY hate to be Balmunk right now...

Wolf: True that.

Sasu: Can I go now???

Klutz: NO! I don't own Zombie-Powder!! Bye!!

Elwood: ENJOY!!!

( Wolf: Too cute!-hugs El-)

"Aren't you gonna give me a reunion kiss, Gamma?" When Anglee Said that, Wolfina knew Gamma wouldn't do it. She was a kid after all.

"I told you I will kiss you when you're 16 years old." That's when Wolfina started panicking. What? Does that mean... No, he couldn't mean... HE was dating her!? Or had the hots for that little girl...did he? Holy crap was he a pedophile!? "Hey El?" Wolfina whispered to the young boy next to her. "Oh she? Well, she said she and Gamma are lovers-!" Be fore he even got to finish anything, Wolfina pulled him into a tight. Grip.

"Gamma...You're...a... PEDOPHILE!?" She yelled pointing an accusing finger at him. "What?" He asked definitely confused with her sudden yell. "Elwood told me that you are that little girls lover!!" She hissed angrily. "Uh," Anglee cut him off by saying, "Of **course **we are! He loves me and I love him!!" She said snuggling close to him. Wolfina gasped. No, it was to late. "Pedophile!!!" She yelled making Elwood look disappointedly at Gamma. "Wait, I'm not a pedophile!"

"Pedophile!!!!" C. T Smith looked at Gamma with a shocked look. "To think, my partner could have been targeting Elwood ...Poor boy..." He muttered. "No, not you too Smith!" Gamma said alarmingly at the banker. "Does this mean... I could've been raped!?" Elwood asked alarmingly as he hugged Wolfina tightly. "Holy crap, I've been traveling with a pedophile all this time???" Wolfina started growling. "How dare you trick us, Pedo!" she growled. "Trick you? I'm not a pedophile! Tell them Smith!" Gamma roared.

"I'm sorry Gamma, but I'm not to sure myself." Smith smirked, obviously enjoying Gamma's situation. "Smith, I hate you..." Smith only shrugged at Gamma and sighed. "I love you too, partner." He said with a smile on his face.

"Look, I am **not **a pedophile!" Gamma stated with a serious tone. Wolfina took out her camera-thingy and aimed at Gamma's head. "O-Okay now Wolfina, I-I think you're being to over-dramatic about this-

"PEDOPHILE!!!" She yelled as she shot the whatever it's called at his head. Lucky for him, he dodged... Now only if we could say he did it again. "Hah you miss-OOF!" He yelled as the whatever-it's-called (W.i.C) hit him in the head.

He quickly got up and started growling. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT YOU ASS!" He yelled at her only to earn a knife graze his cheek. "What the heck El-wood?" He looked as Elwood was shakily throwing knives at him. He looked at Smith who was forcing him to do this. "Now Elwood, Make sure you aim at him and not anyone else. That's my secret okay?" He said as he pointed the gun to Elwood's head. Elwood nodded as he started throwing more knives at Gamma. "Smith!? What did I do!?"

Gamma dodged another one of Wolfina 's attacks as he started running from building to building. All the while trying to avoid, bullets, Wolfina 's W. I. C's, Elwood 's knives, and trying to keep Anglee safe. Okay, you CANNOT tell me you don't feel sorry for him... Okay maybe you can but that ain't the point.

It all ended when Elwood got tired and asked Wolfina to make dinner. Of course, Wolfina was able to say yes and start making dinner while Smith and Gamma mysteriously disappeared. Weird... Anglee tasted Wolfina 's cooking and fell in love with it. Thus ending the day and restarting it tomorrow for today they were all just too busy.

Klutz: Now I'm satisfied!

Sasu: Yeah...

El: Please review!

Wolf: GAMMA'S A PEDOPHILE!!!

Gam: AM NOT!

Smith: We say good-bye to you all! (:-)

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Gullible Wolfina by Klutzilla01


Bounty

_Disclaimer: I don't own Zombiepowder, Tite Kubo does._

**Bounty**

Well, it had finally happened, Elwood thought distantly as he stared at the piece of paper in his hand.

It was kind of anti-climatic, actually. After all, of all the things he'd gotten caught up in, _that _was the one that got him a price on his head?

He resumed staring at the wanted poster he was holding as he sank lower in the chair he was sitting in before he glanced around to make sure that Gamma and Smith hadn't come back while he'd been distracted.

Nope, the hotel room was still empty aside from himself, the two beds, the couch, and the dining table with three chairs around it. He didn't know whether that was a good thing or not...

Looking back at the wanted poster which boasted a three-quarters picture of his face and his name in large letters, he decided that it was a good thing, because that meant he had time to destroy the dang thing!

"And it isn't even a _good_ picture either..." Elwood grumbled as he glanced down at the amount printed under his name and right beside his new rank and made a face.

_E0. Bounty: 400 Niit_.

And wasn't that just a rip-off if he'd ever seen one?

The thirteen year-old flushed, his face turning bright red, as he remembered where the picture had been taken and exactly why there was now a price on his head and found himself glad that Gamma probably hadn't seen one of the posters yet.

He exerted a force of will that he hadn't even known he possessed and tore his eyes away from the poster, scowling as he promptly began tearing it to shreds. He didn't want to take a chance on any bit of the paper being recognizable.

Elwood had just finished shredding the wanted poster when the hotel room door opened and Gamma Akutabi, the Black-Armed Death God, walked in, followed by his partner C.T. Smith.

The ashen-haired man stopped for a moment, blinking when he saw the bits of paper littered around Elwood's chair, and that's when the preteen noticed that Gamma himself was holding another piece of paper.

"Hey, Elwood, look what I found!" There was a grin on Gamma's face that told Elwood that whatever was on the paper that the older man was holding out to him was about to seriously embarrass him...and the fact that Smith was hiding his grin behind his hand wasn't helping!

With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Elwood stood up, walked over, and took the paper. One look at what he now held and he wanted to crawl under a rock and die.

Because, there in his hand, was an exact copy of the poster that he had just got done tearing up, lousy picture and everything.

Feeling like he wanted to pass out, Elwood looked up at the smirking Gamma and Smith and hesitantly asked, "So what? It's not even that much..."

Gamma's grin widened, and the thirteen year-old swallowed nervously as the older man opened his mouth, "Yeah, and I want to know what you did to earn such a low bounty!" Behind Gamma, Smith was nodding in agreement, obviously amused by what was going on.

Elwood took a small step back as he stammered out, "No, it's really not that big of a deal, and it's a really boring story! You wouldn't want to know about it..." He trailed off when both his partners started nodding and advancing, and he did the only thing he could think of: he bolted.

Darting around the room and evading Gamma's lunge, he made tracks for the door, half-hoping he would make it and get to lay low for a few days until Gamma forgot about the stupid poster.

Unfortunately for the preteen, Smith was between him and the door, and trying to figure out a way around the gunman meant that the swordsman chasing him had time to tackle him to the floor. And then Gamma exploited one of his most closely guarded secrets: the ticklish spot on the side of stomach.

Ten minutes of extended tickling, and Elwood finally cried out, "Mercy! Mercy already! I'll tell you!" Tears of laughter had made tracks down his face, and he could barely breathe enough to choke the words out, but Gamma was apparently in a good enough mood to spare him anymore humiliation.

Lying spread-eagle on the floor and gasping for breath, his chest heaving as he fought to fill his lungs with air, Elwood managed to muster the strength to glare over at where the ashen-haired man now stood smirking, and where Smith was sitting at the table and watching the proceedings with the unmistakable glint of mirth in his eyes.

Managing to regain his breath and pausing to gather the shattered remains of his dignity off the floor, Elwood pushed himself to his feet and stumbled over to one of the empty chairs at the table, sinking gratefully into it as he paused to gather his thoughts. Still glaring over at Gamma, who had joined the two in sitting at the table, the knife-thrower sighed as he wearily started, "It started when you two went to Felridge and you sent me to Irongrudge to look into that Ring rumor..."

**Author's Note: Sorry if this isn't very good, I just had the urge to write this drabble, and this is my first time writing a Zombiepowder fic, so please go easy on me! Please R&R and tell me what you think! Constructive criticism is welcome!**

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Bounty by general zargon


1. Chapter 1

Author's Note: Hiya! This is the first fanfic for ZP. I've written Heroes stories. So, please reveiw! Btw, this is rated for slash of Elwood/Gamma and is not a oneshot. No flames on the relationship, I find slashes challenging and fun to write, and Smith/Gamma didn't seem like fun because Smith has a mysterious personality when he's serious. I'm also just guessing Gamma's age and if it isn't right, oh well.

The sun shone brightly upon the gravelled road, the two figures walking along it. A silver coat fluttered in the wind, a monarch butterfly of an elegant black drawn on the back. The other wore a chocolate brown suit and a hat to match, resembling a banker easily. From behind, it was obvious that he was wearing large glasses. Honey blonde hair gave off a cozy warmth in the weather. The suitcase swayed with each step, giving off a small noise as it gently moved. Ashen hair had blown back with the coat and finally, a husky sigh had broken the silence.

"Smith, should we have left him?" Gamma asked, lips slightly parted in his pondering moment. "I mean, what if Elwood dies?"

"He would've died anyway, Gamma, if he hadn't stopped to train seriously," Smith replied, his voice deep and clipped. Gamma gave a sideways glance to Smith, his brows furrowing. Pale skin felt like it was burning. Smith cocked his head and let out a sigh of his own, a braced frown curving upon his lips.

"If he comes," Smith decided to compromise with Gamma, wanting to make this trip as easy as possible, "and he catches up to us, he can stay." Gamma let a small smile grace his lips but Smith knew everything wasn't perfect. Something had perplexed him. Why did Gamma seem so attatched to Elwood? They couldn't have grown friends so easily, Elwood was 13 and Gamma was about 22. Smith's head turned forward again, another sigh echoing through the gentle breeze of the summer day. They were approaching a town and they both saw the bounty hunters awaiting their first move.

"Smith," Gamma called out noisily, "We've been expected."

"Of course we have," Smith's cheerfullness had returned, his breifcase snapping open. In a quick flash of brown, the gleaming silver pistol was retrieved. The tip of the hybrid chainsaw/sword had lanced into the ground, both taking an intimidating stance. Smith's heel dug into the terra firma and he lept into the air, gunshots ringing around as the bodies fell in such quickness. Gamma advanced forward to the next wave, his blade waving and shoving through the crowd of attempting fighters. Smith had landed and deftly backflipped once, coming back to back with Gamma. They both struck their poses again, a shot ringing out. Smith ducked forward, the bullet grazing his neck. One man stood with a bold sneer, his gun smoking. He quickly aimed it at Gamma and prepared to shoot, his finger pulling the trigger.

The soaring knife caught the sunlight in glorious triumph before lunging forward into the assassin's skull, the target reached. Gamma and Smith quickly spun around to find the shadowed figure standing on the rooftop, the blazing light acting as a makeshift halo for their savior. He wore a blue and red jacket with matching pants. Raven black hair was unruly at the slightest, blowing in the breeze. Eyes narrowed as a smirk graced his lips. Gamma gaped openly as Smith stood, his brows knitting together in disbelief.

Elwood.

xOx

The trio was reunited. Elwood had trained for a month and then came after Gamma and Smith. He was much better, he stood a chance against Smith and Gamma. Now he wasn't a Flunky, he was an Apprentice, and he would soon be a full on Teammate. Gamma was in an unusually good mood, a smile never leaving his face. They were in search of the rings as it started, all of them together.

"So," Elwood finally said, "Where do we go to sleep?" Night was falling. Gamma's smile finally faded. He searched around and creened his neck to see up ahead. A small town would have a hotel. They all began to hurry there.

Gamma walked in first, walking up to the woman at the front desk. She gave him a pasted smile, turning her head slightly.

"How may I help you?" The cheery voice sounded like it was forced. Elwood held back laughter.

"We'd like three rooms, please," Smith sauntered forward, a pasted smile of his own on. Elwood's amusement could not be held. He openly sniggered and managed to fake it into a cough. Gamma gave him a small grin.

"I'm sorry, this place is packed. We only have one room left..." Her uncaring voice was met with a sense of amusement.

"One room then," Smith's choked reply came, followed by a small chuckle. The woman perked a brow and then shook her head, handing him the key. They all walked down the hallway to the last room. They walked inside and found 2 beds and a bookshelf. A coffee maker was unplugged on a table that was unnaturally clean. The three gazed around.

"I call a bed," Smith chirped, placing his breifcase on one. Gamma slammed his sword case on the other. Elwood let out a small sigh and began to gather sheets and a pillow for the floor. Gamma watched him with a small sense of pity before groaning in exasperation.

"Sleep with me, er..." Gamma's eye lightly twitched. "You sleep under both the sheet and the blanket, and I'll just sleep on top of the sheet underneath the blanket." Elwood chuckled.

"'Kay, Gamma. Thanks," he said softly, he placed out stuff for tomorrow and all three lay in their beds. Elwood didn't feel that uncomfortable at all, he just blocked out Gamma. But Gamma, he smiled to himself and felt just right. If only they had both slept underneath the sheets.

	2. Chapter 2

Author's Note: I am so shocked that someone reveiwed this story. I was waiting for one and stuff and now I'll finish it all by the power of that single reveiw. If you want chapters to come out quicker, you people better click that button and add to my collection.

Gamma woke up alone in the room. In the next room, water was running. He stood, balencing uneasily on legs that needed to stretch. His arms rose above his head as he yawned. The automailed warrior saw the note upon Smith's bed. Written in a scrawl, Gamma took a while to interpret it.

"Dear Gamma,

Went out to get info.

-Smith."

He nodded to himself and set the note down. Elwood must be taking a shower. Gamma sighed and looked around, wondering what to do. He found a journal on the small table that held up a lamp. Elwood's journal.

"July 24th, 2007

Dear Journal,

I met Wolfina's brother Emilio today. He seemed very nice and pretty skilled in fighting. We sparred a bit until Emilio was told about Wolfina's deal. I knew I had to leave soon to go find Gamma and Smith, so I asked him if he wanted to go. Emilio refused to leave until Wolfina was done with her surgery. I'm going to leave tomorrow.

-Elwood."

"August 5th, 2007

Dear Journal,

Finally found Gamma and Smith. Gamma and I had to sleep in the same bed and it got very awkward. So while he and Smith fell asleep in less than half an hour, I decided to write. Gamma seemed so much happier to see me. I've never noticed before how nice he is. I wonder if what I said earlier was true. Ever since we left, I've been forgetting sis more and more. All I've been able to think about is Gamma. I just wonder what it is though. Maybe I really do--"

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Elwood growled lowly. Gamma looked over the book. He was only in pants, a shirt heald in his hand. The book fell. Elwood's face was a deep red, his fist clenching.

"Gamma, don't you dare even try to make an excuse. You jack ass, you looked in my journal!" Elwood seethed. Gamma averted his glare.

"Sorry," a low murmur hung in the air. Smith entered the room, smiling happily. The bright cheeriness faultered once he caught sight of the two: Elwood looking angry, Gamma looking ashamed. He shrugged and sat down on the bed.

"We'll stay here for 2 more days."

xOx

"Hello?" Smith answered the knock on the door. He opened it and Elwood stood there, a sheepish grin on his face.

"I forgot my key," Elwood walked in. Smith smirked some.

"Do you really love Gamma?" He asked nonchalantly, running a hand through his blonde hair. Elwood spun around, attempting to punch Smith. The fist was caught with ease.

"You read my journal.."

"Gamma did too. Too bad he didn't get any further than he did." Smith wagged a finger at Elwood. His grip softened as the teenager hung his head.

"You cannot tell him anything that's mentioned in this room."

"Fine," Smith chimed, wanting to hear the story.

"Yeah, I guess I do love him." Elwood murmured. "I mean, Gamma saved me so many times. I think it's wrong, if he ever found out, he'd probably never speak to me again." Smith merely nodded, though he knew the answer was the exact opposite. Both didn't notice the looming figure at the window, nor the ashen hair whipping out of sight.

xOx

Elwood walked out into the hallway, going to look for Gamma. He hadn't been around all day. He ignored the woman at the main desk and went outside. A charcoal black arm grasped him and tugging Elwood, sending him out of sight to all. Elwood was pinned to a wall by Gamma.

"Gamma, what the he--" Elwood's mouth was cut off by Gamma's roughly slamming into it. They broke apart and Gamma quirked a brow, a smile unlike his own growing upon his face. Elwood remembered what Smith had said. Gamma wasn't the same when he had someone he loved. He became weird.

"You know you liked it," A husky voice rang, Gamma's lips practicly touching Elwood's ear. Elwood grew stiff before a light blush came onto his face. The grin broadened as Gamma kissed Elwood again. It was different, more deep. Gamma's tongue travelled into his mouth and Elwood closed his eyes as Gamma's body pressed against his. Gamma grinded his hips against Elwood's, deepening the kiss. They broke apart again and Elwood fell from his pin firmly upon the ground. He stared up at Gamma.

"This isn't you," Elwood's brows furrowed, his eyes narrowed. Gamma leaned forward, gently kissing a spot on Elwood's jaw that made him moan in spite of himself.

"Now you wouldn't care, would you..?" Gamma replied with a smirk, merely raising a finger to his lips before he disappeared into the hotel.

	3. Chapter 3

Author's Note: Hooray for my 2 reviews! I wish for more! Ignore the very short chapter.

The next morning, Elwood woke up and stretched. Gamma wasn't there. He got flashes of everything from last night: Gamma kissing him, holding him, and motioning him to stay quiet. He shook his head and walked outside. Gamma leaned against the wall, that familiar smirk in place. Elwood cautiously approached him. Gamma awaited with open arms, lifting Elwood up to start for another kiss. Elwood pushed away and backflipped to land firmly on the ground.

"Gamma, what's happened to you?" Elwood's face was crossed with an unphathomable emotion. Gamma's eyes changed and he shook his head.

"El, I'm sorry. I can't do this with you. And you know me. I'm stubborn. So I've developed some kind of rebellion in myself," He brushed Elwood away and walked torwards town. Elwood's heart ached. He never wanted Gamma to do this. Just to be his normal self. If only then...No. Elwood felt his muscles tighten. He wasn't going to be the whining and pleading child anymore. If Gamma didn't want him, fine. Fuck him.

_Exactly_, A snide voice sniggered in Elwood's mind. Elwood cringed. He went off to train by himself, ignoring the war developing within himself.

xOx

"Gamma," Smith stared at the man leaning on the wooden counter. He heald a mug in one hand, the man looking depressed.

"You're drunk," Smith stated openly, sitting next to his partner. A small murmur of agreement came from the man.

"Is it because of Elwood?" Smith chirped. Another murmur. "You know, it's a bit unhealthy. I doubt we should even keep Elwood with us if this is going to happen between you two." Silence. Then a flash of silver. Smith flew back, slamming against a wall. Blood trickling from his nose and Gamma stood. His armored arm looked threatening, Smith wondering what would've happened if that arm had hit him. A mixture of hatred and anger mingled in Gamma's eyes as he seethed.

"He's staying," Gamma spoke clearly before exiting the bar.

xOx

Smith was asleep. Gamma lay awake, staring at the ceiling until the door opened. The man shot up. Elwood stood, his hair matted with dirt as well as his face. His hands looked worn, the boy reeking of sweat. He panted lightly, shook his head, and walked inside the bathroom. A few minutes later, the shower began to run. Elwood sighed, letting the warm waters clense him of the aching. He could see muscles developing, his hands looking like he had thrown knives perfectly for years. He heard a soft murmur. Elwood looked around. Nothing. Must be Gamma or someone. Elwood noticed the large arm drape around him, the fingers lightly stroking his torso. Elwood spun around. There Gamma was, right near the shower, a small apologetic smile on his face.

"Can I come in," A murmur rang softly. Elwood numbly nodded. He looked away as Gamma undressed and stepped into the shower. Elwood looked at him and prepared to get out. A strong arm held him and pulled him close to Gamma. He looked up into Gamma's eyes and they kissed. It wasn't the same as before. No, these kisses were sweet and perfect. They kissed once more, again and again as the waters heated both of their bodies. It wasn't long before the water stopped and both got out. And this time, both slept under the sheets.

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Flames of Passion by Slasher2256


Your Importance

**Title: **Your Importance

**Author:** Tara Kitaide

**Rating:** T

**Spoilers:** None really. Just read up to volume Three.

**Disclaimer:** I do not own Zombie Powder. It (as well as BLEACH and my soul) belongs to Kubo Tite.

**Dedication:** To every single Zombie Powder fan out there.

**Warning:** I guess yaoi but it's unintentional.

**Note:** I haven't read volume four yet. I just ordered it on line but alas, it has yet to come in. This is just based on the notion that Gamma and the gang DO beat Balmunk and that Emilio survives so don't be pissed if I get some things wrong.

-/-/-/-

Elwood sat out side on the hospital steps, a wool blanket draped around his lean shoulders. He looked up at the night sky and sighed. Stars were plentiful and the moon was full, shedding light onto the ground and mingling with the yellow hospital lights. There were many thoughts running through Elwood's mind but one stuck out in general. It was about Gamma. Gamma and everything he had done for him. When ever Elwood thought about it, it seemed Gamma was always the one saving _him._ Helping _him._ Not once had Elwood been a help or made things easier for him. Sure he beat that pyrotechnic circus freak but he let him live in the end and what that guy said...

Elwood sighed again and scratched the back of his head in irritation. He grumbled and pulled the blanket closer to his body.

_Gamma would be much better off without me. Nothing I've done has helped him so far. Everything he's done he could have done without me. All I've done has gotten myself captured and been just one more thing he's had to put up with..._

"Hey. What's with the long face?"

Elwood was snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of the familiar voice. He turned his head around and flashed a small smile. "It's nothing. Just thinking."

Gamma nodded and took a seat next to Elwood, holding out one of the steaming mugs he held in his hands. "Here."

Elwood took it and held the cup with both hands. The steam floated up through the air and brushed across his face, warming his cheeks. "Thanks." Elwood sniffed it for a moment and was surprised to find it smelled sweet. He blinked at the cup for a moment and then sipped it. His eyes grew wide as he rolled the liquid around on his tounge and slowly moved the cup away from his face. The drink didn't only smell sweet, it _was_ sweet.

Gamma looked down at Elwood, noticing his abnormal response. He lowered his own cup away from his face and gazed at the boy before speaking. "What's with that look?"

Elwood looked up at Gamma, his eyes still wide. Their eyes locked for a moment before the boy smiled. "It's sweet." He said in amazement.

Gamma blinked at him for a moment, looking at him like he was crazy. "Well, _yeah_. It's Hot Chocolate. You've never had it before?" Elwood shook his head and took another sip of the drink before speaking. "No. Me and my sis... we were too busy making money to survive. I mean, I've seen it before but I never thought it would taste this _good_."

Gamma chuckled and nodded in understanding before taking another sip and smiling at the night sky.

Elwood looked at Gamma for what felt like forever. A cool breeze blew by, chilling him but blowing Gamma's long silver hair, it shining in the moonlight. The light sparkled and shined off of the armor on Gamma's arm, adding to the tantalizing effect. Elwood was mesmerized. Never had he seen Gamma look so serene or beautiful...

He quickly looked away and sipped his chocolate.

_No way... I did NOT just think that..._

Elwood felt a blush creep up his nose which he tried violently to force down. He buried his face in his mug and avoided any eye contact with Gamma.

_Say something... I've gotta say something..._

"So, how's Wolfina and Emilio doing?"

"Their fine now. Doc said Emilio would wake up in a couple days and Wolfina is sleeping. Smith just got bandaged up and went to lay down." Gamma took another sip and smiled, looking at Elwood. "And what about you? I never got a chance to ask how _you_ were doing."

"Huh?" Elwood looked up a Gamma but quickly ducked his head back down because of the blush that still lingered on his face. "I'm fine. Just some bruises and burns. Nothing serious or worth a bandage. I mean, I really didn't do much so it's not like I was ever in any danger so..." Elwood forced a weak smile up at Gamma but that smile was quickly overcome with shock when he looked into Gamma's face. Gamma was looking down at him, his eyes narrowed, serious and meaningful.

"Gamma... What's with- Gah!"

Elwood was suddenly pulled closer by Gamma's armored arm and pressed against his shoulder. He looked up at Gamma, gripping tight to the cup he held firmly in his hands so as not to spill it's contents. Gamma averted his gaze and stared at the sky, the deep look he gave Elwood still plastered on his face.

"Gamma, why are you-"

"You did help."

Elwood gave a small gasp. He didn't expect Gamma to think anything of what he said. If anything, he thought he'd agree...

"You defeated that guy and got away with barely a scratch. Also, ever sense you joined me things have been kind of interesting."Gamma looked down at Elwood and smiled. "You _are_ an important part of this team and you _have_ helped. If anything, I'm to blame here for getting you into danger all the time."

Elwood stared up at Gamma for what felt like hours until he managed to break the intense gaze. He sighed and slowly leaned his head up against Gamma's shoulder, resting there. He started to feel a warmth that wasn't there before and realized Gamma's arm was still around him. He closed his eyes and took in the comforting warmth.

"You know that's not true. I'm always getting myself into trouble. You give me plenty of warning all of the time but still, I fall for the simplest traps and in the end, you have to save me or end up getting hurt for it." Elwood sighed again and nuzzled the crook of Gamma's arm. "Like when I first joined you, you went out to get that CD and I just had to go with you. You told me to stay there but I ended up 'helping' those guys and almost wound wound up dead. They probably would have killed me if it wasn't for you. And then with that weird Calder guy. He pulled that sister trick and I was too damn sensitive to- OW!!"

Elwood put his hand to the now large bump on his head. He grimaced and pulled away from Gamma, glaring at him ferociously. "W-What the hell was _that_ for?!"

Gamma didn't look at Elwood but kept his gaze fixed on the sky when he spoke. "I told you already. You _are_ an important part of this team so don't go making it out like you're not. Stop thinking so much about it and just accept the damn complement."

Elwood's glare turned into a dumbfound stare. He couldn't help but gaze at Gamma, watching the play of emotions in his eyes, how serous and tense he seemed to be...

Another blush crept up Elwood's nose but this time he didn't try to fight it. He just turned back to his mug and stared into it's murky depths before taking a sip. He looked back and Gamma and noticed a strange empty feeling when the wind blew. Like something was missing...

"Hey, Gamma?"

"Yeah?"

This time Gamma looked down at Elwood with a blank stare and it made him gulp.

"Uh...Can I...lean up against you again? I'm kind of cold..."

This time, a faint smile played across Gamma's lips and Elwood smiled in turn. "Sure." Gamma extended his armored arm and Elwood scooted into it, leaning back up against his shoulder and sighing contently. "Thanks."

Gamma smiled and wrapped his arm around the boy before taking another sip out of his mug and looking at the sky. Elwood closed his eyes and felt his body relax as he took in the comforting heat.

_I promise you sis. I'm going to find the rings of the dead. I'm going to bring you back to life. Then, we can live together again, the way we want and Gamma? I swear I will become the person you envision me as. I'll work harder, become stronger, pay more attention... I won't be a burden to you._

The last thing that went through Elwood's mind was how gentle and caring Gamma could be. Then he relaxed against Gamma's body and slowly slipped into sleep.

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**A/N:** Yeah, it sucked. Go ahead, flame me. Then again, I bet no one reads this considering there's only one other story in all of the Zombie Powder section. That makes me sad thus, the reason I wrote this little drabble. I guess I'll write more Zombie Powder stuff but only if I can come up with an idea for it. SPREAD THE ZOMBIE POWDER LOVE PEOPLE!! Bleach isn't the only title Tite did, ya know!!!

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Your Importance by Tara Kitaide