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11 January 2008 @ 01:12 pm
Korean War AU

The dull phwip of shuffled playing cards sounded over and over in the confines of the med bay, a single medic sitting off into the corner, hunched over on an empty cot, haggard and sleepless. He'd made rounds twice already, changed bandages, cleaned and reloaded his weapon and re-fit linens on vacated cots. The only thing left to do was wait.

Jamie hated waiting.

They hadn't been in camp for more than the time it took to unload supplies when the MPs had taken Kirin. And he couldn't do a damn thing about it.
05 December 2007 @ 09:34 am
Tucking the pillow under his head, Jamie stretched out along the length of the couch, eyes never leaving the television screen. Not that they actually had television. Just movies and news networks anymore, a fact which left him with no short supply of ire. Anarchy schmanarchy. No reason to no longer have publicized league sports.

Reaching forward, he snatched the bag of chips out of his dupe's hand, offering it magnanimously to the others before curling back into the couch.

"Movie's about to start," he called, drawing long legs up enough for someone to join him on the couch.
29 November 2007 @ 01:04 pm
He'd been making a valiant effort.

Not to tease as much, to be as sarcastic. To be acommodating  and less selfish and all those things that a good boyfriend was supposed to be. But this...this was crossing the line. This was testing untapped strengths Jamie did not possess.

He was not going to cave.

He was not going to give in.

He was "Not going to go outside of this house when you're dressed like that."
25 October 2007 @ 05:03 pm

Okay, we have toys. We have snacks. We have grownup snacks. Scrubbing a hand through his cropped hair, Jamie looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if he was missing anything.  Sam sat splay-legged in the freshly tidied living room, talking loudly and marching his G.I. Joe dolls around, pitting in an epic battle against Spongebob and friends.

Glancing at his reflection in the hallway mirror, he tugged at his collar briefly before forcing himself to leave it alone. He'd already changed twice, a fact which was ridiculous in and of itself. This was a playdate. For Sam and Harry. Not a date for him and Candice. Lord.

The mental rebuke didn't stop his stomach from flip flopping when he heard the doorbell ring.
24 October 2007 @ 04:42 am


The cherry Icee was staining his mouth a bright red, a consequence he was having a fun time exploiting, sticking his tongue out in the mirror, top hat perched crookedly on top of his too long hair. Growing quickly bored of it, he wandered to the other side of the store, searching for Kirin amongst the mass of ghosts and gouls and things that go bump in the night.

"Find anything?"
17 October 2007 @ 09:17 pm
Pillowing his head sleepily one one hand, Jamie slouched at his desk, tracing his name idly at the top of his notebook. First period was pre-algebra, something he couldn't get for the life of him and couldn't stand as a result. Pushing his homework to the corner of the desk for the teacher to check when she came in, he looked around the room, trying to listen in on the others' conversations.

Already edging into his growth spurt, he was awkward and gangly compared to most of peers, something that didn't go any length to help push past his natural shyness. School was a trial and for the hundreth time, he wished his parents would've just kept him home like they did before this year.

Jamie sat up slight as the teacher entered the room, mildly curious as she was followed by a slight Asian boy.
13 October 2007 @ 12:31 pm
The tug on his pantleg had him looking down, attention swiftly grabbed from eying up the relative safety of the various pieces of playground equipment. Leaning down, he picked up the five year old, settling him on his hip.

"What can I do for you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow. The little boy pointed towards the swing set, wide green eyes earnest and wheedling.

"I wan' you t' push me on, on the swing, Daddy."

He pretended to think it over, already making his way towards the equipment in question, shifting the boy on his hip. "Well, I think we could manage that. As long as you hold real tight, okay?"

That got him an enthusiastic nod, settling the boy on the swing and curling tiny fists around the chain. "Hold tight and keep them up here, so you don't get pinched."
11 October 2007 @ 09:37 pm
April 2006

Pushing shaggy hair out of his eyes, Jamie scanned through the pamphlet for about the thousandth time since they'd left the hotel that morning, shifting anxiously from foot to foot as they waited outside the convention center. Around them, hundreds of Wookies, Stormtroopers, Vaders and Luke n' Leia wannabes were milling about, some having practice lightsaber duels, others rehearsing their renditions of Weird Al's Saga Begins for the cabaret show that evening.

"Now, remember, we're seeing Billy Dee Williams at 2:30. That gives us time to browse through collectibles and take in a screening of the original A New Hope, maybe get lunch at the cantina?" Jamie rambled, pointing at the according activities on the schedule, beaming happily and adjusting the plastic blaster hanging from his waist
05 September 2007 @ 01:13 am
 He was half-asleep.

At least when he was in the field, the constant threat to life and limb kept him awake and aware. In the office, doing reports...he was as good as nearly unconscious. Tapping his pen on the manilla folders under his elbow, he shot a glance to the door, deciding it wouldn't hurt to close his eyes.

Just for a minute.
31 August 2007 @ 03:18 am
The grass was cold against his fingers, wet from the rain that afternoon, staining his jeans and leaving his hands slippery. He tugged at the tall blades, pulling them from the ground absently and staring ahead as the sun sank, stone biting into his back.

She'd come looking for him soon, he knew. She always did and he couldn't quite managed to blame her for it, even as he wished she'd just leave him here. 

Jamie blinked, the cold slicing into his skin as he watched the dying sun, turning the sky a thousand shades of red and orange.

Maybe she wouldn't come tonight.

His throat was raw from speaking, even though he didn't remember saying a thing. Resting his head back against the stone, Jamie let exhaustion bleed into his body, fingers digging into the wet soil.

Maybe tonight, she'd leave him here.