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Title: A Time to Kill (Titles Are Hard)
Author: LadyMacbeth
Genre/Pairing: Gen, can be seen a Steve/Danno preslash
Rating: PG
Word Count: 333
Warnings None
Disclaimer: “Hawaii Five-O” and its characters belong to people who are very much not me.
Summary: Danny is thoughtful and Steve is a cheesebag.
Note: This has been sitting on my computer since Steve took that header off that cliff…

*****

Weeks later, when the cast comes off, Danny picks Steve up at the hospital. He waits outside the car, reclining against it cross-legged, hands in his pockets. He waits almost ten minutes, face set in an easy frown, eyes narrowed against the sun. He resists the urge to drum his fingers and look at his watch. It’s a beautiful day – a day that should be spent doing anything but waiting. But then Steve’s out the door and jogging towards him, smile growing as the distance shrinks.
“Danno.” There’s no hiding the affection (or the slight surprise) in the tone. Steve’s grin is ear to ear. “I thought Kamekona was going to-”
“I was free,” Danny buts in, shrugging his shoulders like the gesture means nothing. Steve beams at him anyway.
“So, what’s first on the menu?” Danny says quickly, trying to change the subject. He breaks Steve’s too-happy gaze to glance at his surroundings. “I imagine there’s a lot of pent up craziness in there,” his hand flicks out and gestures at Steve on instinct, “so I figured I’d keep an eye on you, make sure you didn’t blow anything up.” He dares a glance back at Steve, and instantly regrets it. The look Steve is giving him is so damn… Danny isn’t sure he has a word for it, but it makes his heart beat a little faster and his cheeks tingle with the first hint of a blush.
“What?” he finally barks, crossing his arms defensively and shifting his feet.
Steve just keeps smiling, but his hands come up from his sides. Without breaking eye contact, he points at himself with his right hand and then outward, where the left pointer finger joins it.
Danny’s breathe catches in his throat when Steve separates his fingers in an arc, curving them until they angle downward to meet before he points his finger once more, this time right at Danny, while holding up two fingers of his other hand.
Steve’s smile is blinding.

Title: untitled
Author: LadyMacbeth
Genre/Pairing: Gen, can be seen a Steve/Danno preslash
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 500
Warnings None
Disclaimer: “Hawaii Five-O” and its characters belong to people who are very much not me.
Summary: “Only you could turn a Tuesday afternoon into such a clusterfuck.”
Note: My first foray into the H50 fandom.

Lieutenant Commander Steve McGarrett stares down at the screaming body in his arms and feels his heart drop into his stomach. His many years of training utterly fail him in this moment and he experiences a sudden, foreign sense of panicpanicpanic explode in his chest and crawl down his spine. He feels his mouth drop open unconsciously, gaping, dry and unable to form words. All he can do is stare; all he can hear is the cry, high-pitched and unending.

He doesn’t know what to do and he is right on the edge of totally losing it when a hand drops atop his left shoulder. He nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Jesus, Steve. It’s a baby not a bomb. Wait, what am I saying? If it were a bomb, you’d be having a field day.”

It’s amazing, the flush of relief that courses through Steve at the sound of Danny’s mockery. He tears his still-wide eyes away from the tiny, angry face peaking out from the makeshift swaddling to look at his partner.

But Danny isn’t looking at him. He’s looking at the little baby boy in Steve’s arms with an expression of fondness. His eyes are soft and his mouth sports an easy curve.

“So now, will you quit with these public throwdowns? I swear to God, it feels like we get into a street fight at least once a week.”

Danny doesn’t look away from the baby while he talks. His right hand is still on Steve’s shoulder and his other hand comes up from his side and extends forward.

“No one was hurt this time, thank God, but you managed to scare a woman into labor, Steven. Only you could turn a Tuesday afternoon into such a clusterfuck.”

Steve watches in awe and fascination as Danny reaches towards the baby and begins to pet the back of the little boy’s hand with his index finger. He’s so focused on the movement of Danny’s hand, it takes him a moment to realize something has changed.

The baby has stopped crying.

“How did you…” is all he is able to get out before his entire world falls out from beneath him.

All he can focus on is the tiny, pink hand turning over and grabbing Danny’s finger.

Danny lights up like the Fourth of July, eyebrows jumping up his forehead while his smile splits his face. Steve feels his heart, the same heart that had started this whole mess tight and panicked, swell in his chest, and when Danny looks up at him, so honest and open and happy, the damn things almost sings.

When he looks back at the wrinkled little face, the fear is gone, replaced by the joy Danny is radiating. It’s seeping into Steve’s skin and he feels himself finally smile as he brings the bundle closer to his chest, grinning just a little wider when Danny shuffles closer, finger still trapped in the baby’s grip.

“Aloha, little man,” Steve whispers. “Welcome to Hawaii.”

The first song that comes to mind is 'Lovers in a Dangerous Time'. Originally done by Bruce Cockburn, it is best performed by the Barenaked Ladies.

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Title: The Dynamic Duo
’Verse: Lost and Found - Drabbles
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG13 (for potty mouth)
Word Count: 127
Disclaimer: Supernatural owns me, not the other way around.
Note: Just a conversation that got stuck in my head. Plus, I missed the twins.

*****

“How about ‘The Veil’.”

“What?”

“‘The Veil’. For your superhero name.”

“Oh my God, we are not talking about this again.”

“Come on! ‘The Veil’ is an awesome name! You’re like a gateway between life and death! Get it? How is that not awesome?”

“How much time have you dedicated to this?”

“It’s not important. What’s important is that I’ve come up with a better name than ‘The Human Ouiji Board’.”

“Well, thank God.”

“Always with the sarcasm.”

“You know you love it.”

“Pfft. You can’t prove anything.”

“Mmmm… I think I could.”

“Dean! I’m serious!”

“About superhero names? I know. I’m embarrassed enough for the both of us.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“It’s part of my charm.”

“You’re lucky you’re such a handsome devil.”

“We both are.”

*****

The End

My first post in forever and it's a meme. Shame on me.

Six Names You Go By:
1. Macbeth
2. Lady Macbeth
3. Steph
4. Stephanie
5. Red
6. Teppi

Three Things You Are Wearing Now:
1. Khaki-coloured Chucks
2. Teenage Mutent Ninja Turtles graffiti t-shirt
3. Record earings

Three Things You Want Very Badly At the Moment:
1. An epiphany
2. Some sort of pie
3. My period

Three Things You Did Last Night:
1. Read
2. Worked
3. Brian ;)

Three People You Last Talked to On the Phone:
1. Chris (from work)
2. Brian
3. Dad

Three Things You Are Going to Do Tomorrow:
1. Watch Supernatural
2. Play Force Unleashed (again)
3. Write (hopefully)

Four of Your Favorite Drinks:
1. Canadian Beer
2. Caeser
3. Milk
4. Coca Cola

Three Things That Made You Smile Today:
1. Playing our version of 'Punch Buggy' while driving to and from the Comic Book Shoppe
2. Glee
3. Buying Brian a rice krispie square, knowing they're one of his favourite treats

I was going through some old Word files on my laptop and found something I'd forgotten I'd written.

I wrote this on one of the most awful days of my life. I had succumb to a total mental meltdown, and my parents were trying to convince me to move back home until I could put myself back together.

I would have gone... but I was in love.

Untitled

I cried today from nine to five
Slept from six till eight
Rinse repeat repeat repeat
Until I go insane

I left a damn good man back there
When I came out here to mend
He put up with the doubt, distrust
The fear without an end

That saint’s back in the city
Where he carries on his life
I know if he’d have asked me
I would have been his wife

But instead I’m miles and miles away
In a bed that isn’t mine

I am writing this post from Whitby on my FULLY FUNCTIONING LAPTOP.

Words cannot express how very happy I am to have this thing back and running. Huge kudos to my dad for getting it fixed. Now I can start writing again.

Joy!