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| Wherever I Belong...; Metallica AU with a twist... James/OFC, Kirk/OFC | |
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| Lilith | May 8, 2011, 4:19 pm Post #571 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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LOOOL Meg killed me imagining Kirk's with leather pants and his hair flying in the air riding the horse! ![]() I think this was the best idea Alex had, since two heads think better than one, and Meg is pretty smart! :horns2
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| Olyamet | May 9, 2011, 3:46 pm Post #572 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you Julia and Alma! I know, I had fun imagining Kirk like that... and for Meg it should've been a magical sight...lol Okay, here is more. Hope my other readers catch up on both updates. (Meg's POV) We passed a few stores on our way back to the underground station and I couldn't help but think of the story Alex had just told me. It was big... huge... some may say unbelievable, but I was sure it was true, and it explained a lot. Her sudden barely-there—but visible to me—change, her new words, like that Gods thing, her struggle... this seeking of something... And all this time she'd hid it from me... going through that alone. My mind took me back to the summer of eighty-six and I wondered if I had been so accepting of her incredible adventure back then, before I knew Kirk, before I felt and fully believed that what they called 'love at first sight' actually exists, before I witnessed and felt it myself... Yeah... back then I would've questioned it all and pulled her to numerous psychics and fortune tellers, take her bracelets and pendant to the museum to verify their origin... nope, it wasn't the right time for me to know... now it is. It's unbelievable how the universe works sometimes! Right time for everything... A sudden gust of wind invaded my thoughts, making me look up, and I saw the gray London sky, heavy with dark clouds right above us. When did it?.. It was somewhat sunny just a minute ago... “Oh great, I forgot my umbrella.” Alex sighed. “Shit... I hate this city, two types of weather: it's raining or it's going to rain.” As an answer to my words, the few first drops hit the pavement, making us speed up. Heavier drops followed shortly after, chasing us to the doorway of a small shop. “Fuck! This is too much, lets get in and wait a little, maybe we can get an umbrella in here.” I pushed Alex through the door and we stepped in. “I doubt that... wrong kind of store...” Alex's eyes roamed the jewelry counters while I shook the rain drops off my jacket before looking around. “Well, at least we're out of the rain.” I watched Alex making her way around the glass display cases. “Ladies, what can I help you with?” A tall owner stepped out from the back door, glancing at us and opening one of the shelves in front of Alex, placing something on display. Before I could answer, I saw Alex's face turn pale as a wall, and she gripped at the counter, looking in front of her with widened eyes. “This... where did you get this?” Alex's voice shook and I stepped closer to see what made that big of an impression on her. In the middle of the display there were a few silver pendants, I didn't see anything that impressive, nothing that would call for the reaction she'd had. “Which one are you talking about?” The owner smiled at her. “The one you just put there... where did you get it?” “The Wolf? I just made it. Just finished polishing it few minutes ago. Nice work isn't it? I'm kind of proud of it.” Owner looked back at the display. “Where did you get the... idea for it?” “It came to me at the British museum, kind of a weird story. I took my nephews there, they had a blast and I was bored, I sat down waiting for them to get enough, and dozed off on one of the seats. My nephews woke me up and I had these two clear designs in my head. I drew them both as soon as I got home, the other one was too complicated and kind of not my style, but this one was just right.” The owner closed the case and leaned over the counter. “How much do you want for it?” Alex searched her pockets, not taking her eyes off the pendant even for a second. “I didn't think of a price... I don't even know if I'm willing to sell it just yet.” “I'll pay you... I'll give you everything I have on me right now!” “Alex, what's so important about it? I mean, yeah it's cool, but really, not your kind of jewelry..” “Meg... you don't understand... this is the sign you were talking about! The meaning, the reason why we're here! This is the same, the exact same pendant that James... the viking James had!” She pulled her money out, counting the bills. She looked up with sad face. “I only have thirty four pounds...” “Really?! Oh, this is sooo wicked... I told you, there's a reason for everything! Okay, wait... I have...” I turned my pockets out, pulling everything I had in them. “Eighteen... shit, this is the time I wish I could go back and not spend so much on the damn food!” “Will you sell it for forty four pounds?” Alex's voice came out in a whisper, her hands shaking as she pushed the money on the counter. “I don't know if I want to sell it at all! I mean, it's one of a kind... I want to keep it here for now, so, no, no deal little ladies.” The owner stepped back and I stepped closer and pleaded with the best puppy-eyed expression I could come up with. “But you can make more, right?” “Please, it's very important to me... it's the reason for everything, why we're here in this store, the reason why it started to rain at exact moment we passed it! The reason why you came up with the design and made it! It was all meant to happened... don't you see it? You made it for me, for him, for us!” Alex nervously pushed her hair back and tugged on the chain of her pendant, making it jump out from under her blouse. Nice going Alex... now he'll kick us out, thinking we're crazy... The owner of the store looked at us and for a second, his lips moved and the letter N was ready to leave his mouth when he glanced down at Alex's pendant, something changed in his eyes. He looked back at her face, and pulled the wolf pendant out of the display case. “I don't know how... it's all just too weird... take it, it's yours.” “Oh, Gods! Thank you, thank you so much!” Alex grabbed the pendant and twirled, holding it in front of her. I turned back to the owner who was looking at her with a mystified look in his eyes. “Can I ask you what made you change your mind?” He turned to me with a puzzled expression, then looked back at Alex. “The other design... she's wearing it.” |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 9, 2011, 4:02 pm Post #573 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Oh my, thank you again. First, I have to say that this made me laugh: " 'Shit... I hate this city, two types of weather: it's raining or it's going to rain. ' ". Nice meteorology! "Before I could answer, I saw Alex's face turn pale as a wall, and she gripped at the counter, looking in front of her with widened eyes." When I read that I immediately thought of James' pendant! And I was right, hehe. My, how I love how you're starting to reveal a bridge between the two realities. Can't wait for it to become crystal clear. More please, I don't mind any update
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| Lilith | May 9, 2011, 4:18 pm Post #574 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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LOL That meteorologic foretelling is an old english saying. I wonder in which way was implicated the store owner to have dreamed about the two pendants. Great!
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| namenlos | May 9, 2011, 4:20 pm Post #575 |
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The Daft To Your Punk
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The wolf pendant! I can't believe it! Sorry I missed an update.
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| Olyamet | May 9, 2011, 4:38 pm Post #576 |
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Jäger.....
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Really... I didn't know that, and I lived in London for over a year! LOL Cool! What do you mean... about the pendants? @ Julia. You welcome!!! @ Lori. It's okay! You got here and that is what counts! Thanks! PS: Just to be sure Googled the phrase "It's raining or it's going to rain"... found nothing. Edited by Olyamet, May 9, 2011, 4:46 pm.
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| Oh Hell | May 9, 2011, 5:00 pm Post #577 |
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Outlaw Torn
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LOL, it's actually not an English saying at all. It's easy to come up with especially when it's true but, not a saying of any kind
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| Olyamet | May 9, 2011, 5:01 pm Post #578 |
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Jäger.....
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Thanks Torr! I was about to start worried, that I stole someone's words!
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| Lilith | May 9, 2011, 5:25 pm Post #579 |
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♥ Jaimelicious ♥
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Yes! I heard from a hotel manager in Manchester. But before I had read a similar one in one of my *coughs*... romantic Scottish novels... About a chain of hills in Scotland: "If you can see the Ochil Hills it's about to rain, if you can't it's already raining."But I guess people say it that much because it really applies there! If it's not raining, it's about to.I just wondered if the store owner was somehow connected with their past. If in his past life was the the creator of the original pieces? |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 9, 2011, 6:16 pm Post #580 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Hey, that doesn't actually prove anything. Just because you heard it in one place and read it in a book, doesn't mean it is an old english saying. If it were, British people would be aware of it, and so would google...I think he may have fooled you. But anyways, enough of this bullshit, back to strictly fiction related comments, shall we? Starting....NOW!
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| tuesday's gone | May 10, 2011, 6:13 am Post #581 |
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Poor Twisted Me
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Now I have to comment on three updates!!!! Sorry for neglecting this wonderful fic Olya, you know my reasons Starting from the first of the three updates, I just loved the account of a relaxed morning with coffee and breakfast. It is amazing how such a simple setting is sufficient for you to cover so many aspects. First, two different ways of thinking of Alex and Meg, shown in the way they speak, in flashes of their past and growing up and their conclusions about human nature (and I tend to agree with Meg on that one, most women are just petty bitches, waiting for the right moment to stab you in the back. Sorry for digressing). And all this comes across in excellently structured dialogue which flows easily, just as a dialogue of two long time friends should. Beautiful. And so, as we're enjoying this moment of sharing and relaxation the plot suddenly comes to a point when excitement starts to rise. Is she really going to tell Meg? Yup, she will. So we get to the next update and to the main theme of this whole fic actually. How does the time-space continuum work and are we all really connected on some deep, invisible levels that most of us are blissfully ignorant of? I loved the fact that we got a look at this from Meg's perspective, given her dynamic, flamboyant personality and love for life and theory of signs (and leather clad Kirk too... yes, I was musing about that sight of him too ). The moment for Alex's confession was just perfect, seemingly spontaneous, but actually a result of skillful plot composition. You got to that point so smoothly, no one saw it coming. And of course she had to tell Meg at some point! So, here we are still immersed in thoughts about signs and past lives when another significant plot development occurs. They enter the shop and there it is, the wolf pendant, as the culmination of all signs so far. But is it really the culmination? Of course not, it's Olya we're talking about here, of course there is more to the whole story! So we get the twist with Alex's own pendant as the second design in the maker's dream. Just PERFECT! Now I can't wait to see what happens next! Are the four of them going to end up in medieval times once again? As for the weather remark discussion the post-structuralism theory of intertextuality is very dear to me, so even if it were originating from somewhere outside Olya's head, it would still be perfect. And, as we are all connected on some level or dimension, I wouldn't be surprised if the Manchester hotel manager actually picked it up from Olya, while passing her by on the streets of London |
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| Lenne13 | May 11, 2011, 8:21 pm Post #582 |
Arrogance and ignorance go hand in hand!!
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Olya, I loved the intimate way you conducted the conversation between Alex and Meg.... So natural and so well described ... And the pendant of "James viking"... Wow! I marveled at how quickly the guy decided to sell the pendant to Alex when he saw the pendant her .. :eyerub Thanks Olya!!
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| Olyamet | May 14, 2011, 7:55 pm Post #583 |
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Jäger.....
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Thank you girls!!!! Love you all! Here is more. XXXXII (Kirk's POV) I turned in the bed, slowly dragging my face on the pillow and stretched my arm to the other side in search of warmth, but my hand slipped over empty covers. Oh... how did she get so far.. I pulled myself from one pillow to the other and felt the edge of the bed. What the hell.. she's up already? I moved my head, barely opening one eye, and looked at the clock on the night stand. Twelve thirty-six... fuck... so early! “Meg! It's so not fair to deprive me of our morning cuddle! What are you doing up?” My voice came out muffled by the pillow. Silence as an answer to my question made me turn onto my back and open both eyes. “Meg?” Nothing... What the fuck? I sat up rubbing my eyes, yawned, and slid my feet off the bed. Where the hell..? “Meeeeg!” The faint sound of water reached my ears. Shower... mmnnn... okay, shower sounds nice! I stood up, stretching, and made my way to the bathroom door. “Meg, why did you--” I stopped mid-sentence, staring at the empty and dark bathroom. What the fuck..? Where is she? Maybe she went downstairs for something? Wait, we're in a hotel... if she wanted anything all she had to do was make a call. I scratched my head and slowly turned to the light sound of water. Between the half closed curtains I saw the glass covered in tearing drops. Rain... the best time to sleep... but really, where in the hell did she go? I came closer to the window and looked down at the wet pavement. Yuck.. cold and wet... I doubt she's out in that... maybe Alex knows... I pulled my jeans on, barely closing the zipper, and stepped out into the corridor. Some couple passed by me, the guy throw me an irritated look, while the girl's eyes slid down my figure, before she lowered her face with a shy smile. Hehehe.. like what you see? I smiled, passing by a few doors, slowing down right before James' room. What if Meg's not there... what if Alex has no idea where she is? Why am I so stressed about it, anyway? I mean... it's not like I can't just wait for her to comeback... but she didn't say anything about going anywhere last night... maybe she needed to get something and didn't want to wake me up? Or maybe she just ran downstairs for... I don't know... newspapers... nah, what the fuck does she needs newspapers for? Plus they would bring it to the room... My bare feet stopped at James' door and I looked at the 'do not disturb' sign with very familiar, James style marker editing on the bottom: 'Ya knock, ya dead!' Yeah... sounds right... James is not exactly a morning person, to wake him up is deadly enough, but if I intrude on his... morning time with Alex... Maybe I should just go back and wait. Oh, stop being such a pussy, Kirk! What the fuck? I just need to make sure there's nothing going on and... I pressed my ear to the door, listening. Nothing... I raised my hand and was about to knock when I noticed that the door wasn't completely closed. “Okay... for the record, I'm not knocking.” I carefully pushed it slightly open. Nothing happened. I pushed it farther, voicing my presence. “Alex... James...?” No answer, nothing flew in my direction. Everything was quiet... I peeked in, sticking my head through the door opening. “James, are you--” James' naked body was stretched out on the bad, with a noticeable morning 'pitched tent' over his groin. Fuck... the last thing I want to see is that! I turned away and looked at the open bathroom door, no sight of Alex. Okay... so both girls are gone... where the hell did they go to? Wonder if James knows... I stepped in, leaving the door slightly open for an easy retreat in case I needed a quick escape, and walked to the bed. My friend was peacefully snoring, with his arms spread over the covers. Fuck.. okay, just wake him up and ask. I carefully patted James on the shoulder. “James.” He moved his leg, making the covers slide completely off of him, but didn't wake up. Shit... really don't want to see that... I got a hold of the blanket, blindly pulling it over my friend's lower body, keeping my eyes on his face. “James!” “Mnnn... love ya...” Without opening his eyes, he slid his arm around the back of my leg. “Why is your sexy ass dressed?” He means Alex's... right? Before I could say anything, his arm slid between my legs, grabbing my ass and pulling me on the bed. My head got pressed to his bare chest and my hand slid on his body, ending up on his dick and I quickly yanked it back, screaming in disgust. “Fuck, James it's me, Kirk!” His arms released immediately, pushing me off, and I landed on my back on the bed, the room shook with James' loud growl. “What the fuck, Hamster! Why are you in my bed?” “I wasn't! I tried to wake you and you fucking jumped me!” “The fuck I did! You started it! Why was your hand on my dick, you perv?!” “You fucking pushed me over, it was an accident!! I was looking for the girls!” “Bull! I felt your hand before I pulled you! Wait... what do you mean? Alex is right he--”He finally looked around. “Where is she?” “That's why I was trying to wake you up, before you fucking grabbed my ass!” I kicked him in the shoulder. “You touched my dick!” He grabbed my foot, pushing it into the covers and pinning me down with his other arm. “Um... did I miss something?” A soaking wet Alex was standing in the doorway with a puzzled expression on her face. Me and James both froze in place. Him over me, naked, me on my back with barely closed jeans, half naked. Nice... “I don't know where Kirk is--” Meg's figure joined Alex's in a split second. “Here you are... Oh.. did we interrupt something steamy?” Her foxy face lit up with a wicked smile. Steamy? “Fuck, no! Hell no!” We both jumped up at the same time, James jerked the blanket from under me, covering himself and I stretched on the bed once more, with my face down this time. “Fuck!” “Did you get that lonely without us?” Meg pulled on a fake shocked expression, holding back her smirk, Alex bit her lower lip, snorting. “Fuck no! This jerk was looking for you!” James stood up, throwing his blanket over his shoulder. “Mhm... in your bed?” Meg could barely hold a straight face. “I wasn't in his bed! He grabbed my ass, and pulled me in thinking it's Alex!” I finally crawled off the bed and stood up. “Eww... I need to wash my hand... and I want to forget everything that just happened. Fucking worst morning ever!” “Same here! Where the fuck were you?” James growled, wrapping the sliding covers around his torso. Oh, this is just a fucking perfect way to ask! Shit... As an answer to my thoughts the girls looked at each other, then back at us. “Where the fuck were you? Not... oh you poor babies, you're all wet and probably cold!” Alex's eyes narrowed. Fuck.. I knew it... I just opened my mouth to try and fix the situation, but James beat me to it. “So, you poor wet and cold babies, where the fuck were you?” Nice.. The girls looked at each other again, something sparked in their eyes, both swallowed their wicked smiles, and Meg looked back at us. “We could answer that rude question... or we could just wait for you two to be less grumpy, and go take a much needed shower in my room... together... just a two of us... just me and Alex...” Meg smiled, wrapping her arm around Alex's waist, and Alex played along, turning and putting her arm around Meg's shoulders. Both looked in each other's eyes, stepping closer. “How do we get such rude guys? I mean look at you, you're so beautiful...” Alex looked at Meg and in the corner of my eye I saw James frozen in place. I couldn't dare to take my eyes of the girls and they continued, paying no attention to us. “So are you, you deserve so much better... someone gentle... loving...” Meg moved Alex's hair off her face and traced her finger over her friend's lips in intimate way. Her other hand moved over her blouse on her waist, scrunching it up and pulling the wet almost see-through fabric on her skin. Alex's hands moved to Meg's neck, slowly moving lower to her chest. The image in my head spun, unraveling in slow motion, the fact that both of them were soaking wet at the moment, holding each other, was not helping to hold back every guy's fantasy and I almost moaned. In the corner of my eye I saw James' hand pressing the covers closer to him. I stared at them with, I'm sure, the same idiotic expression that James had on his face right now, with the same thoughts running through our heads. Oh... God... this is so... Hot! Meanwhile, Alex parted her lips, catching Meg's finger with her teeth, then released it, closing her eyes and slightly tilting her head back. Meg leaned closer to her friend's lips and when I was at the point of stopping my breathing, waiting for the kiss, both of them turned to us and broke out in laughter. Meg moved her eyes from me to James and whispered. “I think that worked... what do you think?” “Should we ask them their names and see how long it'll take them to answer... maybe we overdid it a bit...” Alex smiled. “Nope, just right. Mesmerize and rule. Kirk, close your mouth, zip up your pants, and let's go back to our room.” Meg wiggled her eyebrows at me and I stepped forward, following the-best-ever-coolest-ever-poor-wet-and-cold ruler of my heart. |
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| Harvester of Sorrow | May 14, 2011, 8:10 pm Post #584 |
Some Kind Of Monster
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Why, I loved this chapter Everything about it is hilarious. I really laugh at the sight of Kirk being accidentally pulled closer to a naked "pitching a tent" James. I'd pay to see their expressions when they realized what just happened. Especially James', that would be a memorable face. Quite an ingenious plan those two came up with! What a perfect way to cause a brain melt. I think Kirk also got his share of morning wood Loved it. Keep writing
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| namenlos | May 14, 2011, 8:15 pm Post #585 |
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Hehehe... James and Kirk, "caught" by the girlfriends. I was starting to worry they disappeared for real.
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