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[iluvroadrunner6]

A collection of my entries all in one post since they're going to be short fics anyway and I don't feel like making an individual post for each of them. Each piece will be tagged by fandom/character/pairing as well as listed in the directory below.

#001 off stage i stand a better chance | white collar | 483 words

#002 what i'll say is just what i'm hoping for | the flash | 923 words **SECOND PLACE**

#003 you got a face with a view | teen wolf | 994 words **THIRD PLACE**

#004 as i walk on by, will you call my name | leverage/psych | 1,000 words

#005 when you got a job to do you gotta do it well | original (paladinverse) | 860 words

#006 we'll dance and sing and fight until the early morning light | marvel cinematic universe | 926 words **FIRST PLACE**

#007 its time i was on my way | supernatural | 753 words **THIRD PLACE**

#008 all my cares just drift right into space | teen wolf | 947 words

#009 alba gu bra | original | 719 words

#010 if you'd just believe in me | original | 998 words
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#011 even judas knew he had lied | original (riftverse) | 929 words **THIRD PLACE**

#012 baby this a new age | leverage/marvel cinematic universe | 933 words

#013 independence day | teen wolf | 312 words

#014 what's the word, hummingbird? | dctv/mcu | 768 words

#015 our piece of americana | marvel cinematic universe | 676 words **SECOND PLACE**

#016 but don't make any other promises | the blacklist | 438 words

#017 wwndd | sense8 | 886 words **SECOND PLACE**

#018 wild night is calling | psych | 634 words

#019 one thing only cures my blues | original | 587 words **FIRST PLACE**

#020 my life was drowning in tsunamis | original (riftverse) | 545 words **SECOND PLACE**
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#021 say i'm the only bee in your bonnet | csi:ny/rizzoli & isles | 647 words

#022 i don't scare easy no more | legends of tomorrow | 270 words

#023 sugar, we're going down swinging | october daye series | 590 words **RUNNER UP**

#024 i'm not inclined to resign to maturity | psych | 593 words **WINNER**

#025 sometimes love don't feel like it should | strike back | 643 words

#026 the moment my life was set | blindspot | 545 words

#027 out there on the road | supernatural | 753 words

#028 sold my soul to a sweet melody | the italian job (2003) | 528 words **THIRD PLACE**

#029 lawyers, dontcha just love 'em | original | 875 words **FIRST PLACE**

#030 we're all works in progress | teen wolf | 939 words

#031 in a world of pure imagination | castle | 695 words **FIRST PLACE**

#032 social intricacies | chicago med | 842 words

#033 the jury's out, but my choice is you | dctv | 886 words

#034 can you swear that i'm not screaming? | paladinverse | 999 words

#035 the official, unabridged diary of teenage vampire bait | original | 904 words **FIRST PLACE**
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#036 i am beauty with no heart | dctv | 643 words [AMNESTY]

#037 showboating | dctv/mcu | 542 words

#038 thicker than water | the originals | 441 words

#039 got a curse i cannot lift | the vampire diaries | 646 words

#040 sticky fingers | leverage | 340 words **FIRST PLACE**

#041 a kiss with a fist is better than none | dctv | 628 words **SECOND PLACE**

#042 false truths, true lies | incryptid | 702 words **SECOND PLACE**

#043 tpk | original | 400 words **FIRST PLACE**

#044 i think i'm losing my mind now | marvel cinematic universe | 765 words

#045 talk me into losing just as long as i can win | original | 589 words

#046 like diamonds in her eyes | mindhunter | 879 words

Running Word Count: 31,876 words
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#011 ~ even judas knew he had lied ~ original (riftverse) ~ 929 words

[iluvroadrunner6]

She used to be a real girl.

Once upon a time, before her Calling, she remembers. She smiled and laughed and cared about things like clothes and boys. But then her wings came and the Calling and the high of it all that she couldn’t control. It sweeps her up and crashes her down, and when she comes down it’s so hard that she barely even realizes what she’s doing before it happens.

She’s stronger and faster, strong enough to crush the windpipe of that girl who just couldn’t keep her mouth shut and in the moment, in that time when she’s feeling her struggle, gasping for breath, she felt herself climb higher than she ever had before. It’s the crash back down to reality again that changes her, that takes the thing she thought she would be able to control and proves to her just how wrong she is.

Her dad tries to help. He deals with the cops and whisks her away and tries to help get her back to who she was but you can’t go back from something like that. You can’t stop it either. A Calling is for forever and demons live for centuries. She’ll have to live with the blood on her hands for the rest of her life, and she doesn’t know how to live with that. Not at seventeen.

So she runs. Far, and fast, and free and there’s a part of her that knows that this isn’t the way to deal with this. But logic isn’t what’s speaking to her at the moment, it’s the fear that the next time she hurts someone, it will be someone she loves.

She won’t hurt someone she loves.

It’s the only thing she has left.

***

She doesn’t remember the first time she meets him.

There has to be a first time, when their eyes met because that’s how it works, but she doesn’t remember it. Its twenty years after she left home and she’s living in a subway tunnel in New York City, still hiding from the person her Calling wants her to become. It doesn’t mean she hasn’t taken steps along the way. Her hands are still dirty, stained with red and white and black now, but they aren’t people she cares about. They aren’t people she loved. They’re people who tried to hurt her, so she can live with that. It’s just the rest of the world that she worries about.

The first time she remembers seeing him, he brings her a cup of coffee and a doughnut. The coffee gets set down first, close enough to reach it on her own, but not close enough to be invading her personal space. “I don’t know how you like it.”

She stares back at him, trying to figure out what he’s after. He’s attractive, he’s normal, he’s nice. People like that don’t stop and pay attention to her. “I don’t,” she whispers. Even if she did, she probably wouldn’t drink it anyway. She doesn’t know him. She doesn’t know why he’s giving her the coffee. She’s heard about organizations that try to round up wayward members of the supernatural community and she’s not interested.

He blinks clearly startled by the idea that someone doesn’t like coffee. Then he laughs just a little. “Okay, I deserve that. I probably should have asked first.” He shifts a bit, holding up the brown paper bag in his opposite hand. “Do you like doughnuts?”

“Why?”

“Because you seem like you’re hungry.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because … I’m a nice guy?” Her eyes watch him sharply, trying to find the lie she’s sure is there. She reaches out for the bag as he extends it to her, her hand brushing against his, and they both jerk back in surprise. Him from the warmth and her from the cold.

“You’re an angel.”

“I am.”

“Why … ?”

He cuts her off, his words quiet but somehow loud enough to be heard over the low roar of the subway. “I’m a guardian.”

She knows what it means. Her father taught her a long time ago about the different kinds of angels, but it doesn’t register at first what it means for her. That he’s trying to tell her that she means something to him now, something that she hasn’t meant to anyone in a long time.

“For … for me.” It’s a statement but it should be more of a question. She’s asking, even if part of her already knows the truth. “But—but I’m a … ” Rakshasa. They’re killers. They don’t deserve anyone’s protection.

“Doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head. “It doesn’t work that way. I could wind up with anyone.” And he wound up with her. He takes a breath, running his hand over his face. “Okay. Can we … just start again?” He reaches across to her, extending his hand for her to take. “My name’s Griffin. What’s yours?”

He could be lying to her. He could be any number of things, an archangel trying to con her so he can gain her trust before he kills her, but she’s dealt with archangels before. She may not be as skilled or trained, but they still haven’t gotten very far. She extends her hand to him again, sliding it into his.

“Leta.”

“Hi, Leta.” He nods, squeezing her hand softly. “Why don’t we go get something to eat?”

She reaches up and takes his hand, and for the first time in a long time, she doesn’t feel like she has to do this alone.