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[Friday Night Lights] Cuarenta y ocho horas (y contando)

Title: Forty-eight hours (and counting)
Fandom: Friday Night Lights
Warnings / Spoilers: Set in the 2x07 , Pantherama, so basically minor spoilers of the first and second season.
Characters / Pairs: Tim / Tyra
Summary: When pidió asilo en su casa, Tyra sólo le dio cuarenta y ocho horas.
Notas: escrito prácticamente de un tirón en una noche de insomnio, estoy retomando la serie y revisionando la segunda temporada, luego de ver un capítulo surgió este plotbunny y el resto es historia.
Adaptado más o menos para el prompt de eugeart en san_drabbletin , porque Tim y Tyra siempre van a tener reencuentros en mayor o menor medida. Ojalá te guste ^^
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—Cuarenta y ocho horas, ni una más— es la sentencia before letting go, plus a clear warning not to come to your room. Tyra says everything with such conviction that if it were another person, would be really threatening. But Tim knows all his gestures and tricks, there's nothing that can scare Tyra Collette really, at least not for five minutes straight. So is installed at home on the couch, her new bed for the next forty-eight hours. Follows the outline of Tyra to the kitchen, look carefully open the fridge and pour a glass of juice. Does not take long for her to lift an eyebrow, looking defiant.

- What? -

- Are not you going to offer even a glass of water to your new tenant? - it covers half the face with a sofa cushion, hiding the smile that would leave no place to sleep. Tyra looks mourning continues for a few moments longer, while completing their juice and re-save the rest.

"Your time is running out, Riggins says without more, disappearing down the hall.

& & &

Mindy Tyra surprises him with a few hours later, almost at nightfall. They're not doing anything wrong, take a couple of beers watching television and discussing football. Nothing really out of place, but Mindy's knee rubs against hers and Tyra is a clear warning sign. Yanks to get it up and insists, almost out loud that not even think.

"It is a big no. Will not you come to my house to my sister groping on the couch, Riggins, yes ... not -

"Now do not exaggerate ... -

" No, I will not hear your excuses, returns to give another tug shirt, defying the haughty look. Without blinking, as he always does that threat-need not remind you that the clock is ticking, it says with an almost sweet, which contrasts with a smile and before he can say once again that he is exaggerating the things, it turns around. The banging indicates that there is no right of reply.

& & &

Try apologize the next morning, which is very difficult because you do not know for sure why he is apologizing. Only approach the kitchen while preparing breakfast Tyra. Rub her shoulders and she pretends to ignore him, but Tim knows it too well. Each time you wrinkle your nose in this way is because his game is indifference to burst.

-Tyra, I do not want to think about ... -

- You gonna tell me why you're here, "then leans to him, looking straight in the eye and your mouth feels dry Tim. He knows he is trapped and whatever you do, you can not lie. That would not be much problem if the truth were not so painful, if you do not burn the throat, so looking down before answering.

-Billy and Jackie, they are coming ... and say ... I need some time before you get used to you know? All ... - does hint of a shrug, is the only explanation I can give more or less close to the truth. Needs time. Do not know exactly how much, but now can not live under the same roof as her brother.

When he looks up, is waiting for her to scold, to wrinkle the eyebrows and say for the umpteenth time that is immature. Will not be running always worth the trouble or something, because when they were together and discussing, these always were recurring themes. Wait for the attack as if on the football field, entrenching against the ledge of the kitchen, but Tyra just nods slowly and slide the sandwich fresh to him.

-Riggins ... Eat well - her lips curved in a faint smile, because it only takes a few moments his expression hardened again, your brain needs fuel to think about what you do when your time in my house is finished, "Tim gives

a bite sandwich after she leaves the kitchen. It was delicious.

& & &

The notes carefully that day in high school. Walk beside her without looking, playing casual games but the truth is that talking to Julie on the stairs. Squints how Landry struggles to keep pace when walking and is fixed when it leaves the books of the last class in the box. Want to believe that she has not noticed a single time, clings to the idea thinking otherwise and would have claimed. Think

take her home, the thought crosses your mind with a childlike innocence, was carried by moments of the past. When Tyra was fixed on him with a smile and slid his hand under his jacket for the Panthers. Knows she can not return to the past but sometimes when you're lost, you can not help find a safe place known, although it no longer belongs to you. However

stops halfway, it recognizes the silhouette next to it. The long dark hair is unmistakable and Tim stands there, watching them talk in the distance. The perfect blend of what was and could be, which can never be. Past and fantasy.

There is nothing to do, and Collette goes home alone.

& & &

still leaves the bathroom wet hair, wiping the excess with a towel and the first thing you notice is the room light on. Tyra is in a corner of the room, with a book in her lap and pencil in hand, seems really focused, oblivious to everything going on around you. Knows he can not tell (much less now) but at times it looked thus absorbed is more beautiful when it seemed. Sometimes I can not help but wonder how things would be different if ...

-Tim, stop playing perverted stalker, this role does not suit you at times with me, do not know if he has discovered a few hours ago, but soon realizes that the tone is different. Tyra gives her a smile before to look up and know you're joking, feels less weight in the stomach. Take a few steps forward, for a moment think of relying on the arm of the sofa, but decides not to try their luck and took a seat at the other end. The silence of both, and though she did not seem uncomfortable, Tim wants to say something or end up going crazy. After all, the silence between the two used to signify the preamble to something else, he still has today.

"So ... everything ready for the Pantherama huh? - Tyra sits with a half smile, throwing a lock of hair behind her ear. Tim's viewed in profile and not think too much before asking the following- Are you going to Landry? No ... not look at me, it's a genuine question, I just like to know why ... I mean, he's not exactly your type ... -

-Riggins, I'm not asking about your progress or trip with Garrity and we can leave that issue for peace-not even raise his voice, but he knows enough to realize that there is somewhere hidden in doubt, the fear of the unknown. Think for moment that perhaps Landry (perhaps Lyla) is not the problem.

"If it makes you feel better, do not think that's going anywhere anyway," there is no bitterness in his words, only resignation. Before I took it with humor, you now know with certainty that Lyla was a fantasy, which fades by the day.

Fits best on the couch, as she leans out a little, enough to catch up. Tyra has her eyes on him, without blinking, and Tim moves instinctively, reaching out to touch her cheek. The soft touch is known, runs his thumb facial contours. I used to do that when they were together, outlining his face with his fingertips, feeling it shudder and smile, a gesture urging her to continue. Now she barely moves, but his silence lets go and he bends to touch his lips. It is a slow kiss, which barely touch the tongues and lips are pressed tightly, clinging to memories today are more dormant than ever.
But everything falls apart when he placed a hand on her waist, Tyra feels tight and in seconds she is on foot, groping for the book on the couch while her head vigorously denies.

"No, Tim ... this is here ... -

-Tyra ... -

" I mean, Riggins. This never happened, you have to go, Mindy told me she found something for you when you speak and you will get to from here ... - she is whispering things slamming echoing in his ears. Tim

sitting, almost holding her breath and suddenly feel small in the middle of that couch, an intruder in the house. Moisten your lips, the taste of Tyra that scratches the throat, causing a burning sensation on the tip of the abdomen. He knows that there is no turning back, the hours are still running but can not help wondering what would happen if instead of chasing fantasies had stuck to reality. Never stop asking.

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[Merlin] Tres días después

Title: Three days after
Fandom: Merlin
Characters / Pairs: Merlin, Morgana
Warnings: temporarily located after Chapter The Witchfinder (2x07) so spoilers there.
Summary: She went to see him three days later, he was sure he was there for him since he saw her appear at the door.
Notes: written invisible friend lamarcadenimueh as was revealed recently who had written each thing, as I hang here ~
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walked silently to the chambers of Morgana at nightfall, after leaving Gaius in bed and did not involve dodging surveillance biggest problem, as all en el castillo todavía estaban muy ocupados comentando la muerte de Aredian. Sin embargo estaba seguro que Camelot olvidaría el incidente con el paso de los días, después de algunas semanas lo recordarían como una anécdota más en que la magia (la maldita magia) era la protagonista, el centro de historias que nunca tenían un final feliz.

Pero a diferencia del resto, Merlin sabía que llevaría consigo para siempre la imagen de aquel cuerpo cayendo sobre el ventanal, del estruendo que silenció todo lo demás a su alrededor durante unos instantes. En ese momento no supo exactamente qué estaba ocurriendo con los otros presentes, pues él tan sólo permaneció en la misma posición, contemplando the few that were left broken glass on the stone frame, and legs are feeling the dry throat. He wanted to tell himself that he had done the right thing, repeated over and over again that he had no choice, but it was difficult when the rage of Aredia still ringing in his ears as a ghoulish scream indictment.

When reacted a little more, slowly emerging from the lethargy that had sunk, he recognized the voice of Arthur, and watched her silhouette come quickly to the window frame, peering into the void. She could see from your site curving lips in a grimace of distaste, whispering something to her father and other soldiers who were with him. Took a deep breath and thought of retiring because everything else was controlled.

Only then noticed her. Morgana stared at the window frame with an expression impossible to decipher. Her lips tightened, she was pale and seemed to hold their breath. Their eyes met (within a few seconds) and could see fear in them. A flash, to remember it hours later was not even sure why it seemed fear. But I could not stop thinking about it, in the words of Gwen affected by describing what was, for once again he decided to tempt fate and get closer to their rooms.

knocked on the door twice, neither too soft nor too slow, believing that at any time Arthur emerge from the shadows to say once again that should forget about their "feelings" by Morgan. She did not want to explain again, because what he felt for Morgana certainly not anything approaching the perverse mind of Arthur was afoot. What he felt for Morgana was different, was ...

- Merlin? "She frowned just to open the door, watching with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. His hair was matted and looked tired, as if he had not slept in days. He was so out of place was tempted to use magic to disappear from their eyes and let the rest follow.

"I'm sorry if I did not interrupt ... ... should be back, sorry ... - ...

-Merlin - the half smile of Morgana (this distance was easy to see that her cheeks had more color and lips looked relaxed) will relaxed a little and at times stopped feeling like an outsider. She motioned to pass and once inside, he leaned back against the door, without moving too far from its place as the feeling he was on the ground outside was present again. There was a silence between them, and wanted to hit Merlin porque había venido preparado con todo un discurso, con preguntas sobre su bienestar o si todo eso fallaba, decir que Gaius ya estaba mejor y descansando plácidamente en su cama. Ahora tenía la mirada de Morgana sobre él, fija y analítica, por un momento tuvo la ridícula idea que podía leer sus pensamientos.

—Imagino que Gwen te habrá comentado algo, pero ya estoy bien, de verdad. Sé que no todos los días viene alguien a interrogarte si practicas magia, pero ya estoy bien…— Morgana miró al piso durante unos instantes, sus labios volvieron a tensarse de nuevo y a Merlin le pareció tan pequeña así, estuvo tentando a extender su mano para tocarla. Decirle que estaba well scared, nothing happened. But just stood there, his back is embedded in the wall, watching her drown in their own fears, which were similar to yours, I could feel it.

Magic. Don and cursing in unison. Unfortunately greatness and holding hands.

- How's Gaius? I hope you are well, wanted to visit but I chose to let it rest for now ... - he could guess what was in that silence. It was not just the horror of the memories, the anguish of having almost lost a friend in the fire, was more palpable and frightening.

The certainty that could have been her. Or him. Him Merlin has not stopped thinking about it. How close he was to be in place for Gaius, and would not have made much difference, because he knows that no matter Uther face leading to the fire, provided that if the result is a sorcerer least in Camelot.

"He is fine, but now has to rest secure in a few days will be like new ... - the lie could burn your throat if it were another strategy to maintain sanity. So I could pretend that things were back to normal just for tonight. Morgan seemed to believe it but smiled and nodded in a gesture hardly noticeable. "I'm glad

also you ... I mean that nothing happened to you ... -

After hearing what had no reply, could only fit the look on the floor because she sounded sincere and he had done nothing but lie from the time that was now a distant memory. If he closed his eyes was enough to evoke the image of Morgana trembling, speaking in whispers of magic as if it were the worst punishment that could happen to anyone. When he looked up he still had many phrases, too, gripped in his throat. Half-truths, lies necessary, that this night was unable to speak. Not now, not her.

Both remained in silence, contemplándose como si un gesto tan simple fuera suficiente, como si entre ellos no hubiera secretos, y por momentos Merlin se sintió abrumado por su presencia. Inspiró hondo en un vano intento por tranquilizarse, mas la sensación de asfixia seguía apoderándose de él, por lo que terminó disculpándose entre susurros por haber venido, tropezando las palabras como un niño, diciéndole que durmiera bien. Se acostó con la imagen de Morgana apoyada en la puerta, sonriéndole a medias en un cálido gesto de despedida. Regresó casi a tropezones, tanteando las penumbras del castillo hasta desfallecer en su cama. Como era lógico, soñó con ella, esa noche y las dos siguientes; despertando siempre with headache and Morgana's voice ringing in his ears, saying over and over again not to go back to Camelot anymore, because I do not want to feel alone.

She went to see him three days later, he was sure he was there for him since he saw her appear at the door. She looked so intently that seemed vulnerable in his presence felt again dry throat but could not take her eyes off him. He was wearing a white dress and her hair in a bun, not a single strand out of place. Suddenly he was dwarfed by Morgan, feeling that was beginning to be recurrent.

-lied ... -

His first reaction was a frown, as though I was sure I heard right, I knew exactly what he meant. It was funny, yes, she spoke with him lying and precisely. Merlin was the last person who could blame him for that.

-When you came to see me that night, asked how he was and ... I ... was not right ... I'm not right ... I have not stopped thinking about what would have happened if ... - her lips trembled, he spoke hoarsely while Merlin cursed by not having the courage to break once and the distance that existed between the two. So close in appearance, so far indeed, I do not know how to live in such distress ... to think that anyone can accuse you discover you ... that no one speak out to defend ... I keep thinking how many have died that way ... how many continue to die until ... -
was silent
, although it was unnecessary to finish the sentence, they both knew he was talking about Uther. Uther and his unbridled hatred, which had claimed many innocent lives and would continue charging, just like Morgan said. He spoke with resentment but also a fear that Merlin knows very well, but tried not to think about it when the king, preferring repeated ad nauseam that Arthur will not be Prince forever and the day would come when things will change for the better.

"Oh, sorry, do not pay attention to anything I say, I've only been to intrude ... - ...

-Morgana - the name burned his throat, a reminder of the unspoken words. The list of things I wanted to say was growing day by day, there were times when he was about to falter. A point of saying that he understood, better than anyone , she was not alone and that it was okay to have doubts, have fears, but never of itself. But there they were again, the words scraping the palate, without making sounds but carrying more guilt on his shoulders, a fault and would not know how long it would be able to support "do not apologize, we're friends ... - so that seemingly simple statement (as deep matter) weighing more than ever. Merlin

was only three steps, but he seemed to have crossed a vast chasm. Morgana remained motionless, looking with a half smile that belied thanks. Gently extended his hand to touch her, just touching her, his fingers closed around the wrist. They were much more harsh than normal when contrasted with that skin so soft. Wanted to stop right then, stay well beside her, lying to himself, pretending that there were no secrets between them, nothing separated them, not living with the fear of being discovered. They could recite spells together, not in whispers, but with clear and secure voice. Morgana smiled fully, and he looked in his eyes forever.

"Thanks ... -" she whispered under his breath, relaxing your gestures and curving her lips into a faint smile.

felt a void in the stomach, breaking his fancy like the glass of the window, knowing that by now could only settle for that. With this "thank you" resonate within.

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[Dollhouse] Su lugar en el mundo

Title: His place in the world.
Fandom: Dollhouse
Warnings / Spoilers: basically located in the flashbacks of Getting Closer (2x11), so minor spoilers in that chapter.
Characters / Pairs: Bennett, Caroline.
Summary: Bennett was already accustomed to their poor social skills, but then entered the university and the unexpected happened.
Notes: rhea_carlysse called for Bennett / Caroline to san_drabbletin , not just as a couple, but speaks of their relationship so I think that school. He has more than 1000 words and I do not think so. Would you like ^ ^ _________

Bennett was not very good dealing with people, never really was, and that he strove in its infancy, but there came a point in his mid-teens when he finally had to resign to be a social misfit. Never be the life of the party, nor would the agenda to the top of appointments or phone numbers. She was the girl who was always in the last table in the library, behind a pile of books and notes, a refugee in his world of formulas and experiments, where nothing and nobody could disturb it. From there he watched the rest of his teammates, some were passed notes with obscene messages, others laughed at the expense of the library or looking for some privacy in the most remote shelves. So spent most of his years in school, and she was fine, but was already accustomed to their zero social skills would be a constant throughout his life.

Then came college. And it came . Caroline

burst into life with a sincere smile and a wink that made you feel strangely at home. At first, was on the defensive, wondering what could want a girl like Caroline to someone like her. Against all logic, seemed to fit two pieces of the puzzle, only with different colors. Despite this, yet sometimes, as when Caroline was about to accommodate a lock of hair behind her ear, still wondering if it will be too good to be true. But just a moment then his eyes meet and she smiles genuine, causing a slight tingling in the stomach, and ends by saying that some things are best not to analyze too much. Yes, almost blasphemous, but Caroline produced this effect on her.

"But I'm not sure, I mean, you know how ... -

-Bennie, we are only a few hours, no eternal punishment ... -

"Yes, I know, but is that ... -

" Hey, do not worry, I will not let any big guy approaches you pervert - Caroline took her to the party, her first party as a university official. I was not too excited (She? Party? Two incompatible elements no doubt) but her friend managed to convince even allowed to make up for the occasion. A little blush on the cheeks, eyebrows and lip gloss outlined, nothing too provocative but Caroline praised the outcome, saying he looked "radiant." Bennett wanted to ask what he meant exactly "radiant" but had no time to do so, the party ahead.

was not as bad as expected, only had to listen to irrelevant discussions and references to characters and musical groups to which she had barely heard about it sometimes. No one could blame her, her brain was too busy storing information about neuroanatomy. So he stayed there in the middle of a busy group, pretending that the conversation was interesting, smiling when the rest burst out laughing and sipping his beer from time to time.

"Definitely, more computers and less beer for you,

- Could be worse -

- You think? -

returned to the room in the dark, laughing and stumbling. During the whole journey took Caroline's hand clutching her waist. He insisted repeatedly that he was not drunk, but left the cause excuses after five bottles of beer were at a nearby table were shattered on the floor. All eyes were on her, put her hands to her mouth without knowing what to do until Caroline, with a carefree smile, came up to her whispering a simple "I think it's time to go back eh?".

"It was so bad right? For my first festival and that ... I mean, I thought it would be much worse, like in the movies, left locked in the bathroom to the nerds ... or sometimes thrown in the pool ... - Bennett did not believe too much have been exceeded beer, but the stomach felt light and slurred speech, I could still hear the music ringing in your ears feast. No resistance left Caroline's hands would lead to blind the room, moving smoothly as if it were a doll.

-Oh Bennie, want or get up tomorrow ... - Caroline slowly placed it on the bed, talking in whispers. I could feel his body next to hers, his hands stroking her hair with slow movements. Slowly, ear rumbling stopped, it started to sink into a silence broken only by the breath of Caroline. Inhaled and exhaled softly, almost as if holding back the slightest noise might disturb. After a few moments there was movement on the mattress and instinctively let out a pout, looking into the darkness his arm to stop it.

"No, stay ... -

- Want to ensure your dream? - Both laughed together, encompassing their bodies as if the bed will remain too small.

closing their eyes, Bennett is pictured on a beach with the sun burning his cheeks and the sinking sand under their feet. Everything seemed so vivid that at times could really feel the sea breeze around and hear the sound of the waves. Caroline was there, the sea, smiling and urging him to get to the sea with her. Bennett shyly refused several times, whispering that it was a good swimmer and the bank was a safer place. "We Bennie, you're with me what could happen?" Phrase in his head spun as she took his hand and moved slowly between waves. Some seemed too dangerous for your taste, but Caroline's hand was pinned to his, her friend never stopped smiling. Bennett eventually calm down and looked at the horizon in the evening that seemed infinite. "See? I knew you would ... "stayed with that phrase (and smile) echoing the waves, floating in a dream absorbed deeper and deeper.

Waking several hours later his eyes stinging, the body was still groggy and it looked like a needle was mercilessly squeezing his temples. Caroline was already awake, but still in bed beside her, reading a book, not enough to read the title from his position. He was frowning and seemed so focused on reading that would not move because he wanted to prolong this moment a little longer. The two of us, making company in silence, as if there were nothing else. But his eyes had to be intense, because after a while Caroline landed her eyes on, intrigued and raising an eyebrow.

- What? -
Bennett
bit her lower lip, contained a huge smile. He was full, as though (finally) have found their place in the world. "Nothing