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Chasing DreamsThe first time Jack sees it is on the night he wakes in the pond. He sits perched in the top of the tallest tree next to the water, his back pressed against the tree trunk, hands clutching the staff lying across his lap.Chasing Dreams by OfTheFullMoon
His gaze hasn't left the lights of the tiny town since he fled, torn between wanting to get far away from the people who looked right through him, yet feeling as though he could never leave. He tries not to think too much about anything and watches the steady lights in the distance for hours, their glow both comforting and condemning.
As the lights slowly flicker out, hiding the town from view, Jack decides that he doesn't much like the dark and the emptiness it brings. He sits a while longer and almost decides to leave when he sees it: a shimmering gold strand twisting through the sky straight towards the little village. It splits as it gets closer, spreading into thin tendrils that wind their way through the darkness.
He's on his feet in an instant, crouched precario
One Thing to FearNatasha Romanoff jerked awake, sitting upright in bed with both hands clutching her pistol, pointing it across the empty room at an invisible enemy. Her chest heaved as she scanned the shadows, trying to remember what it was that caused her to react as she did. It didn’t take her long to remember the dreams. She’d had them constantly for the past week, ever since Loki had been returned to Asgard. Ever since her body and mind had had a chance to slow down and relax. Natasha didn’t like to relax. Relaxing was a bad thing for a spy. It made you go off guard…made you vulnerable.One Thing to Fear by OfTheFullMoon
Natasha swung her legs over the edge of the bed, placing the pistol back under her pillow. She rubbed her hands over her face as if the motion would wipe away the images in her mind. She couldn’t forget them, though. Couldn’t forget him. Loki. The prince of Asgard. The psychopath who had tried to take over her world…tried to destroy her and every one of the Avenger
ApologiesSam stalked from Charlotte Mearing’s office, his face set in frustration. After everything that had happened that day, the director had simply dismissed him as though he was a child. Sam’s emotions fluctuated between anger and disappointment, mixed with a bit of desperation to be an important part of the Autobots’ lives again. He barely noticed when Carly took his hand, blindly following her lead as she directed him out of the office area of NEST.Apologies by OfTheFullMoon
“Come on, baby. Let’s go.” she whispered, her face filled with concern as Sam barely responded.
“Yeah, that director lady don’t care a thing about us.” Wheelie grumbled as he and Brains followed the two humans out.
Sam vaguely registered the fact that Lennox was standing just inside the doorway of the main area of the base, watching the Autobots from across the room. The majority of the Autobots were gathered in a loose cluster around Optimus and Sentinel, listening as the two Prime
#4: Box#4: Box – It amused Bumblebee to no end to watch his charge scurry around preparing for the thing he called “Christmas,” but he never expected the brightly wrapped package that the boy shyly handed him on Christmas morning.#4: Box by OfTheFullMoon
Out of all the holidays that humans celebrated, Christmas seemed to be the one that got them the most excited. In Bumblebee’s opinion, celebrating the idea that a plump human in a red suit came sneaking into one’s house to leave mysterious wrapped packages was just strange - not to mention a bit creepy. But then, he had to admit that he didn’t know everything about human culture yet. He had only been living with Sam and his family for a short time, and he was still learning. After all, reading facts off the humans’ World Wide Web was nothing like experiencing it firsthand.
So it was with great curiosity and growing amusement that the young Autobot watched the preparations begin for the upcoming holiday. The Witwicky f