Orange-Flavored Kiss (The Juicy Remix) A Miracles/Supernatural Crossover by Emma DeMarais Original Fic: Orange-Flavored Kiss, by Sailorhathor Remix: Orange-Flavored Kiss (The Juicy Remix) Pairing: Paul/Dean Word Count: 300 Rating: Parental Supervision Suggested for children under 13 Summary: Any sleep without nightmares is good sleep. Really good sleep? Has dreams.         Dean finds himself sitting on a bed with Paul. No words spoken, just knowing glances.         In his hands are an orange and his pocketknife. He cuts a slice from the orange, not caring when the juice coats his hand and slicks his fingers.         Putting aside the rest of the orange, he raises the wedge to his mouth to eat it only to have Paul take his other hand and bring it to his mouth. Dean watches, entranced, as the flat of Paul's tongue licks the sticky sweetness from his palm. Paul's eyes flick up to stare at him as he sucks each finger into his mouth suggestively.         Breathing quicker, Dean cuts another slice - licking the blade just to see Paul's hard swallow - and offers it to him.         Paul bites into it lustily, making rivulets of juice run down his chin. The half-eaten slice falls away forgotten as Dean lunges in to lap up the juice from Paul's skin - stubble rough against his taste buds.         The flavor of orange and Paul all in one is intoxicating and he chases it into Paul's mouth, sharing an orange-flavored kiss: bright with passion and sweet with promise.         Wanting more, Dean cuts a slice and squeezes it over Paul's neck - any excuse to let his mouth wander. He runs his tongue over Paul's collarbone, into the hollow of his throat and up the curve of his neck. *         Dean wakes, fully aroused and somewhat annoyed with the echo of Paul's begging in his ear and the image of himself smiling in return.         With an orange peel grin.         He shakes himself, perplexed. Weird dream...         Still, he makes a mental note to himself as he settles back down.         Buy fruit. Something juicy... Confession This fic was written for Round 5 at remixthedrabble. The original author was my friend Laurel (Sailorhathor) whose fic I remixed. This is hands down my favorite of Laurel's fic - always has been. I'm sorry, but two hot guys sharing an orange? Way too sensual to not have imprinted on your brain for the future. I never forgot it and kept going back to it. "Oranges are juicy" my mind would think and off I'd go. LOL. So now I have my very own version as homage to the delicious original. Just to show you how delectable this morsel is, it got remixed by *another* Miracles person in the same round! Go read Melody's remix too: Succulent (The Orchard of Dreams Remix). She covers Paul's POV, which gives us a wonderful rounding out of the original tale. I decided that since Imaginary Reality was based on the original Orange-Flavored Kiss that my own Orange-Flavored Kiss should be part of Imaginary Reality. (Lost yet? LOL) Since OFK inspired IR I decided my OFK should be a prequel to IR. (Now you're really lost!) Just go read the Confession post on Imaginary Reality. It has links to pretty pictures of hot men and you can forget all about this prequel nonsense. ;-) After all, it's all about the hot men. And oranges. /grins/ Thanks, Emma DeMarais Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories or Back to Brokeback Mothman

Coffee and Companionship A Miracles Fanfic by Emma DeMarais Rating: Parental Supervision Suggested for children under 13 Spoilers: "The Ferguson Syndrome" Summary: Paul and Alva need each other but neither would admit it. Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ         They pass the thermos of coffee between them now almost on autopilot.         Whether it be during research - stacks of books, papers, newspapers creating a fortress around them in the depths of forgotten library basements - or on a late night supernatural stakeout - shivering in Alva's old car - Paul's presence has become normal to Alva, familiar even.         They split up from time to time, but Alva's grown to try to avoid that unless absolutely necessary. If pressed he would probably say it's because of the potential for danger or something more practical like only having one car, but in truth he finds himself out of sorts when Paul's away.         If he had to put it into words, he might actually admit he misses Paul.         But that's not Alva's way; he admits nothing.         He just paces, rants and worries his hands until things are set to rights again. ^         Paul was tentative the first time he showed up at Sodalitas Quaerito, nervous even.         Meeting Alva had thrown him for a loop at a time when life already had him reeling. He spent hours staring at the ceiling of his bedroom in his spartan apartment, so like a monk's cell, imagining himself a fool for throwing in his lot with Alva so impulsively.         He'd grown up following Poppi's lead in so many things this smacked of rebellion of a sort - against his father figure, against what his father figure stood for.         Those concerns disappear when he's with Alva; this is where he belongs.         He might not fully trust Alva, but when he's by his side Paul's doubts no longer plague him.         He wishes he could thank Alva for that, but that's not Paul's way.         He just keeps showing up, keeps working cases side by side, keeps sharing Alva's bad coffee. ^^ Confession More Miracles fic, because I'm full of surprises... ;-) Thanks, Emma DeMarais Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories

Dying is the Easy Part A Miracles Fanfic by Emma DeMarais Rating: Parental Supervision Suggested for children under 13 Spoilers: "Paul is Dead" Summary: It was hard to go see Tommy and harder still to return. Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ         He hears Alva yelling, calling his name, the sound fading into the distance as oblivion tugs at him, as death beckons him back into the fold.         Returning to the world of the living isn't as easy as he'd hoped.         Tommy was right; something wants to keep him here.         All he has to do is stop struggling, he thinks, just let go, but one thought pervades his addled mind: Matty.         Matty needs him. Evie needs him.         He has to come back.         So he fights, comes back kicking and screaming, gasping as the cold hits him with a shock to the system, pain welcoming him back to life with a vengeance.         And then Alva is there with towels, rubbing him down to warm him. It hurts, but it's what he needs, shaking so hard he almost can't hold the steaming cup that appears in front of him to drink.         He feels like hell. He needs to curl up in a ball in a warm bed and sleep for a week.         But that has to wait. Matty's still missing.         "I need to see Evie," he manages.         He has the information he died for. He needs to be sure he didn't die in vain.         Hours later, when Matty's safe at home in his mother's arms, Alva helps him to his apartment, the last of his scant strength failing.         Alva draws a bath, steaming hot, and Paul knows it's what he needs to chase the chill from his bones, but it's hard. He died in a tub. He wishes he could never see one again.         Still, he gets in, eyes wide open, letting the heat sink in.         Alva - to his credit - doesn't leave, but doesn't look either, just keeps rambling on as Paul silently grieves for Tommy.         And maybe a little for himself. ^^ Confession Surprise! More Miracles fic! I figured since you all saw my last fic in advance you deserved something brand spanking new to make up for it. ;-) Thanks, Emma DeMarais Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories

Alva Keel - Revelations A Miracles Fanfic by Emma DeMarais Rating: Parental Supervision Suggested for children under 13 Spoilers: Entire Series Summary: 50 Prompts, 1 sentence each, based on the character Alva Keel Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ #01 - Blend It's not his favorite single malt scotch, but it's 12 years old and imported from Scotland - it will do. #02 - Stain He gets Paul to the hospital in time, then stares at the blood staining his hands, his jacket, his shirt and then shakes himself out of his stupor - the blood doesn't form words for him, that's for special people who are not him. #03 - Island 'No man is an island' had been pounded into him by his father, but until Paul held out his hand to him, pulling him from what would have been his coffin had Paul and Evie not found him in time, Alva never truly believed that sharing his mission with the two of them truly made them a part of him. #04 - Apple She looks more like a model than a grad student as she lays the apple on his desk with a seductive smile, but Alva doesn't notice - he just winds up eating the apple mindlessly hours later, still absorbed in the same research that kept him from noticing her in the first place. #05 - Paper It's his first published paper - and he's the youngest ever to do so in that journal - yet his father can't even muster a 'good show, lad' for him when he proudly hands him a copy. #06- Relax "Ha," Paul says, "as if Keel even knew how to relax." #07 - Leaves Modern music is for heathens he decides while enduring yet another loud rock song until one lyric cuts through the din and a memory of clearing the leaves from his mother's grave hits him so hard he has to leave rather than risk hearing the line 'brush the leaves aside so you can reach us' again. #08 - Proof "People don't care about faith any longer," Alva cried, "what they want is proof: proof that they can touch and label and put in a box where they know it'll be safe and where they can hide it from small children who aren't ready for the ugly truth of the world." #09 - Ugly When he falls asleep at his desk, face down on Paul's open file, he dreams of a hideous man - a man so malicious and evil he wakes up in a sweat praying that Paul's father can't be that horrible person. #10 - Book He runs his fingers over the intricately carved leather spine of the book, wearing protective gloves in the environmentally controlled rare book room, and a sense of reverence comes over him - in his world knowledge is his religion and this might well be his bible. #11 - Brood He thought he was a world-class brooder, but then he met Paul. #12 - Mesh They don't even have to say anything - they work as a team automatically: Evie gets the girl to safety, Paul holds the man down and Alva begins the exorcism ritual as if they were of one mind all along. #13 - Soft He smoothes Matty's soft baby hair as the boy settles into his nap and not for the last time Alva has to remind himself why he decided long ago never to have children of his own. #14 - Shelf He puts the book back on the shelf, fingers lingering lovingly on the spine; he doesn't just read his books he communes with them and where people have left him, his books are always there for him. #15 - Alone He sits in the darkened office, the lamp on his desk the sole light and thinks they're all gone now, it's just me. #16 - Fall Paul will not fall like Chad did; Alva promises himself he won't let that happen. #17 - Knot There's a knot in his stomach as the police raid the motel room, Evie tense at his side waiting, and when they bring Matty out he feels it unwind, only later realizing it never quite went away. #18 - Crowd There were so many people at the funeral he couldn't even count them, but it made it easy to slip away into the crowd, to run and hide behind a distant mausoleum and sob out his loneliness and grief after his father yelled at him not to blubber like a baby in front of all the important people. #19 - Denial Long after Paul storms out Alva's still telling himself it will blow over, he'll be back. #20 - Train The train pulls out of the station and unlike the other teenagers going off to university there's no one on the platform waving goodbye. #21 - Fur The women enter the party in grand furs and pearls on the arm of tuxedoed escorts, but little Alva knows his mother is the most beautiful of all of them by far. #22 - Chrome It's just a scratch on the bumper, but his father beats him silly over it and confines him to his room so long the staff sneak him food, feeling bad enough to risk Dr. Keel's well-known wrath. #23 - Heart Without her, the house is no home; its heart died with her. #24 - Intention "When I grow up I want to be a doctor just like Daddy!" #25 - Push He worries, paces long nights after the others have gone home, thinking perhaps he's wrong - that in trying not to interfere he's inadvertently pushed Paul towards the path of evil. #26 - Look Evie sees 'the look' and obeys it wordlessly, knowing to stay away, and then Paul comes along and takes it as an invitation to stir things up, the bastard. #27 - Weight Perhaps he has put on a few pounds over the years, but he's not his father. #28 - Spider Idiots: not one of them has any medical training nor their wits about them while the young man is rapidly turning blue from lack of oxygen so he curses his father's usefulness under his breath as he performs what's not so euphemistically called a jungle tracheotomy to save the man's life. #29 - Robe Before Paul, before Evie, he had lost weekends where he never showered, shaved or got out of his robe, he just stared at the walls and struggled to stay sane in the face of so much evil that he alone saw and understood. #30 - Umbrella He misses his umbrella the second he steps out of the car and into the driving rain, but the violence of the train hitting Paul's car is seared into his mind and he thinks of nothing else but getting to him until he sees it all and he's frozen in place: Paul, so near death, the blood and Tommy... #31 - Surface He breaks the surface gasping for air, for once letting his guard down as the primal fear of drowning envelops him in unfamiliar panic. #32 - Idea He's in the bath of all places, but he gets out dripping wet all over the floor just to write down his idea: Sodalitas Quaerito - the perfect name. #33 - Diamond He remembers her hands - frail towards the end but always soft, always gentle - overpowered by oversized diamond rings by day and far more human at night after she shed her jewelry to come tuck him into bed. #34 - Blind The doctor says it's only temporary, but the blindness sets him into a near panic despite Paul and Evie's reassurances they'll take care of him because no one takes care of him - ever. #35 - Flow He watches momentarily mesmerized as the water flows into the ice filled tub and every fiber of his being wants to scream no!, but instead he watches as Paul lowers himself into the frigid waters and prepares to die. #36 - Movement He screams his name, but Paul is so still - so unresponsive - that Alva's sure he's lost him. #37 - More He reads everything he can find, seeking some sort of explanation for her voice, for this impossible yet somehow possible miracle, but refuses to admit to himself what he wants isn't answers, it's more - a way to hear her speak to him again. #38 - Honey His accent is perfect, honey smooth, and the woman melts under his silver tongued flattery, finally letting him into the restricted archives 'just for a minute'. #39 - Weather The weather in Scotland this time of year is always foul, but he'd rather walk to town in a bloody downpour than spend one more minute in that house with his father. #40 - Blue She has lovely blue eyes, red hair, freckles all over and is from the wrong side of town, which means Alva thinks she's perfect as his first girlfriend - as if he's only bringing her home to spite his father. #41 - Double His breath catches and he stops short in the middle of Paddington Station because the woman walking towards him looks just like her. #42 - Braid Evie comes in with her long hair in a braid once and Alva looks at her so funny, almost sad in a way, that she never does it again. #43 - Thread His mother plucks a loose thread from his smart new suit and primps him with pride, saying, "There's my little man - so handsome!" #44 - Angles If they can't use his credentials, they'll use Evie's; there's always an angle, always a way to get in. #45 - Daydream He goes into his office giving strict orders not to be disturbed, but ends up daydreaming the hours away - cursing himself for getting nothing done, but helpless knowing he's a slave to the anniversary; he can't not think about her and try to recall as many memories as possible so he'll never forget what she looked like or the sound of her voice. #46 - Nightmare Paul wakes with a start, a flare of terror on his face, but when Alva asks he shuts down, shuts him out, like he always does and like Alva's afraid he always will. #47 - Honor It's considered an honor to teach at Harvard, but Alva can't stand it; he's frustrated by the staid bureaucracy and grumbles that if he wanted stuffy politics he could have stayed at Cambridge and had better tea in the bargain. #48 - Palm The date's going well and they're having the kind of in depth intellectual grad student conversation that Alva can really sink his teeth into, but then she coyly offers to read his palm and he's immediately turned off, signaling the waiter for the check. #49 - Screen Paul sneaks a peek at the laptop screen over his shoulder, sees the nude photographs displaying elaborate mystical tattoos and chuckles, saying, "Keel, if that's your idea of Internet porn you frighten me." #50 - Warmth She's no saint, but Deborah's embrace is real - human - and carries a warmth to it Alva didn't even realize he was missing in his icy tower until she came into his life. ^^ Confession I'm not sure there's anyone left in the Miracles fandom who hasn't already read these. ;-) My thanks to Sailorhathor, Deejay, Melody, and Melissima (whom I dragged into the fandom!) for reading the sentences in advance and assuring me that I hadn't forgotten all the canon and that I wasn't off base on my assessments of Alva and his upbringing in particular. FWIW the song referred to in #7 Leaves is "Far Behind" by Candlebox. I have a hard time hearing that one myself, the lyrics are pretty haunting for someone who's lost a loved one. I confess I claimed this at 1character originally in January of 2006. It was my first ever attempt at Miracles (my favorite show ever) fic and it came to a screeching halt after about two and a half sentences. /headslam/ It took me until August of 2008 - and ficfinishing - to finally get it done. Past August it was mostly laziness on my part - a reluctance to give it one last good edit/polish pass. Mea culpa. Thanks, Emma DeMarais Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories

Saviors and Apostles A Miracles Fanfic by Emma DeMarais Rating: Parental Supervision Suggested for children under 13 Spoilers: "The Ferguson Syndrome," "Hand of God" Summary: Alva agonizes over whether to disclose information to Paul. Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ         The desk lamp shines a golden circle on the files on Alva's desk, a stark spotlight in the pitch black night of the long silent SQ office, illuminating what he keeps hidden from Paul during the day.         He turns the pages - a sketch of Paul from a vision, a woman's dreams of a man she never met - of a father Paul never knew, photographs of words in blood burned into his brain so he sees them even when his eyes are closed and sleep fails him once again.         This is not the first night he's plucked these files from their hiding place and stared at them, torn.         Perhaps it's time he shares these files with Paul. He has a connection with the God is Nowhere people. He deserves to know, or at least that's how Paul would see it.         Alva is a man constrained, paralyzed even, by the question of fate versus free will.         Would his actions send Paul down a treacherous path leading to his downfall, to the downfall of all mankind, or will it play a part in saving Paul from evil? If so, which path? Does revealing the secret cement the path for good or does it avert him from it?         Will his inaction cost him more than making a decision? If Paul discovers he knew all this and did nothing? He could lose Paul, lose his role in this great end story, lose his chance to put all the hard work and hard won knowledge to use.         Alva Keel was never meant to save the world.         But apostles are important to the cause too and Alva's accepted that this is his role in the larger picture.         Apostles can also be martyrs.         And Alva's resigned to the idea that could be his fate as well. ^^ Confession New Miracles fic! A big thank you to my friend Leda_speaks for her relatively new comm drabble123. I had hoped once I finally got around to signing up that it might finally revive my long dormant Miracles muse and so far it seems to be working smashingly! Now I can move on to longer Miracles fic, which I have been desperately wanting to do. This is the first of 20 drabbles for Miracles and 60 total drabbles for my 3 claims at the comm. I've really only steadily drabbled for my own comm and done a hodge podge outside of it so I'm excited about the prospect of serious drabbling away from home as it were. ;-) /waves to all her Miracles friends/ I missed you guys, but I'm back! Thanks, Emma DeMarais Comment on this story on LiveJournal Back to The Stories