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Freaked - Hacked?

2009-03-17T19:56:24Z

Okay... anybody else had their default userpic change to something they never even updated as an icon? *changes passwords*

My first, my last

2007-07-01T12:29:02Z

Since I didn't get around to handing in my last French homework, I thought I'd post it here:

Mon premier amour? Alors, c'était en été 2005. J'avais été célibataire depuis plusieurs années (10 ans, au moins). C'était comme ça: j'ai eu un petit ami quand j'étais au lycée, mais je n'étais pas amoureuse de lui.
Mais en 2005 je suis tombée amoureuse tout à coup. Il était vraiment prompt. Un jour j'ai cherché un texte sur l'Internet, et l'autre j'ai eu des papillons dans mon cœur. Mon petit ami est américain est l'an prochain, il va vivre avec moi, en Autriche.
Mon premier amour était parfait. Il est toujours.

Dreamtrip to Reykjavik (SS/RL, 1/1)

2007-04-19T06:40:16Z

Dreamtrip to Reykjavik (SS/RL, 1/1)
Title: Dreamtrip to Reykjavik
Sequel to: Hogwarts' Sweetheart
Author: MajinSakuko
Beta-reader: Vaughn, Blueisa, JamesMarsters15
Translation from German: Noreen McAlba
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JRK the rest.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main Chara: SS/RL
Rating: R
Genre: Humour, Romance (Slash)
Summary: Snape and Lupin's trip to Iceland goes just as Snape had feared.
A/N: I have absolutely nothing against Iceland. Just to be clear on that.

The Sorrows of Severus Snape just wouldn't end. It was not enough to live through the humiliation of having to divulge his not so advanced sexual experiences in a very public setting. Oh no! Albus Dumbledore wouldn't be the pesky, twinkling wizard he was if he couldn't find a way to prolong Snape's suffering. He found a way in the form of a vacation-trip to Iceland with his chosen (Snape was sure that Dumbledore had rigged the choosing of the candidates to pair him with Remus). Iceland, of all countries! What in Merlin's name was Snape supposed to do on an island whose inhabitants won their energy from sheep dung and hot wells? Snape might be a wizard, but even he had gotten used to the luxury of ever-available energy with time (how he did not miss Hogwarts) and couldn't imagine a life without it. Lupin, the poor peasant, on the other hand spent most of his shabby time in wolf form in the woods anyway. *He* surely would feel homey in a poorly insulated cabin and with monotone meals.

Snape gnashed his teeth. He'd felt like killing Dumbledore – or Lupin or Lee; he wasn't that particular about it – when the destination of their trip had been announced. Well, now it was … not quite too late for it, but his immediate fury had settled. He might have to wait for the second wave of anger to settle things with Dumbledore the way he dreamed of. Then the old man wouldn't have anything left to twinkle about.

At the moment, though, it was Snape's turn to have nothing to twinkle about – don't assume it had ever been different of course. He stood as stiff as a rock, arms crossed in front of his bony chest, and waited for the journey to begin – 'cause, and this the retired Potions Master knew, – the sooner they started, the sooner they would be finished with it.

The Portkey came in form of a cigarette packet with the slogan "Smoking ruins you teeth!” – could that be a subtle hint from Dumbledore? – and was currently deformed to the point of near unrecognizability in his hand. But that didn't bother Snape.

Just like Lupin's careful, shy glances in his direction, or his suppressed sighs, or the fact that he gnawed at his lower lip didn't bother him. It drove him to distraction, sure. But it didn't bother him.

"Click!”

The already beaten cigarette case made a last groaning noise before it rose to the tobacco heaven. Merlin, if Snape would be allowed to hate just one person, in this moment it'd be Colin Creevey and his damned camera! This good-for-nothing wanna-be photographer would snap Snape's last measure of restraint if he went on like this. How, in Merlin's name, was Snape supposed to tell himself this was all a terribly real nightmare when this urchin reminded him of the fact that it *was* real every five minutes? He had to be in hell!

"Colin? Could you maybe tone down the snapping of pictures? The waiting is very unnerving …”

What … was that? Lupin, coming to rescue the peace of his soul? Snape must be dreaming after all.

"But I was told to deliver detailed documentation, so we later can …”

"Please.”

Unbelievable. That five letters, when put together formed such a degrading word, could be spoken so they sounded like an order… that was impressive indeed. Of course Snape could never admit that out loud; he'd sooner volunteer for Wanted: Hogwarts' Sweetheart - right, he couldn't say that any more. Well, then he'd sooner go back to Hogwarts as a Potions Master then to lower himself and say a nice word to Lupin. It was enough that he'd be shipped off to the next best island with him. One really couldn't complain about his bad mood.

Surprisingly Creevey did keep his mouth shut and his fingers still after Lupin's "Please”. Snape just wanted to show his unbound joy by changing his stance (his back already hurt a bit due to his stiff posture), when an announcement echoed through the room – "Attention please! Passengers of the flight Cleaner-Free Six-Six-Six, your Portkey will activate soon!” – immediately followed by this uncomfortable pulling behind Snape's navel, and off he went.

"Brrr, is it cold here!"

"Here, just use a Heating Charm.”

The hope that maybe at least one of the Portkeys hadn't worked properly was beaten down immediately. Damn it all to hell. There went the only spot of hope in this whole vacation.

It could only get worse. And Snape would be right about that.

"Those* are supposed to be our beds?” Snape exclaimed in shock. The fact that these two 'beds' (Colin had gotten the single room with the shortest mat) were occupying *one* room hadn't really registered yet. "Where are we? In Japan?”

"I think even in Japan the strew-mats are a bit thicker …” Lupin replied weakly.

Adventure Holiday was officially given a new definition. Compared to this hole of a living quarter, Hogwarts really was a Five Star Luxury Hotel with every service imaginable. Until now, Snape and Lupin had only seen the small well in the front yard (running water was overestimated anyway) and had stumbled into the living, eating and sleeping part of the lodge. If this Backwater Eight only had an outhouse, though, Merlin help Dumbledore if Snape got his hands on him …

"It should be mentioned that Snape couldn't get his hands on Dumbledore, even if the just mentioned outhouse played no role in our little story.

"It's a true nightmare!" wouldn't do the whole situation they were in any justice. It was worse than that; worse than an aching tooth; worse than headaches; even worse than a sore throat – and Remus knew all three forms of pain too well by now. For lunch they'd had a serving of lamb and ample salt potatoes. Remus had almost lost a tooth by biting on a largely dimensioned caraway that came with the side dish. And if he had to listen to one more remark about 'wolfs' and 'lambs' there would be serious injuries to treat. And if Snape didn't place his stool closer to him soon, he'd have no choice but to jump him. That surely wouldn't encourage a more relaxed atmosphere, but then at least Remus' need for contact would be appeased – not to mention the Wanted: Hogwarts' Sweetheart' audience's need for scandals… But why should Remus be bothered by this audience? He threw another careful glance in Severus' direction – "Click!” – and prayed that he didn't look as yearning as he felt.

In a way, Remus was looking forward to the white water rafting the next morning – there were, after all, many dangers for a small, not floatable camera out there …

Actually, Remus hadn't needed to worry about that. Colin Creevey, just like his younger brother Dennis, wasn't blessed with dexterity after all. The rafting went fairly well – if one didn't count the numerous bruises they got from the wildly lurching canoe. Everybody was still alive – yes, still – and in good health, which was proven by their well-working, pain transmitting nervendings. Remus was sure some bones hurt now that he hadn't even felt during his monthly transformation yet. And that meant something.

"Aw, crap …” Colin muttered and eyed his dripping wet camera. It surely wasn't up to doing its job anymore. "Professor Lupin, do you know a camera-repairing charm by any chance?”

"Unfortunately not,” Remus replied with an apologic smile and crossed fingers. He knew *two* camera-repairing charms. Not that Colin would ever hear of that …

Colin refrained, for his health's sake, from asking Professor Snape the same question. That only left him with one choice: to make the tedious trip back to their lodge – Iceland was some kind of 'Accio-Bermuda Triangle'; everybody attempting that charm vanished mysteriously. Colin couldn't Apparate, though, so he was stuck walking.

Five minutes later, Remus and Snape were alone. Remus felt the tips of his ears getting warm again while he pressed his back bag containing a blanket and some food to his chest. Severus was totally absorbed in reading the map that showed the way to the next hot well.

"At least there won't be any photographic evidence of our bath in the wells.” Remus tried to lighten the mood. His success was rather minor, to say the least, judging by Snape's unnerved expression. But maybe he just couldn't read the map and was furious about that. Remus couldn't tell for sure. Only one thing was sure: even after Colin left the stage, the bath wouldn't be the most enjoyable.

Snape literally was in deep water. That wasn't nice little well, it was a bottomless hole. If he actually cared for Lupin, he might have been worried. But that, fortunately, wasn't so, and Snape could fully concentrate on soaking his aching body. He had survived Voldemort and now a canoe almost had been his doom.

Lupin was about to advance in an 'unobtrusive' fashion – again. Yes, Snape knew *he* was the professional spy, but that didn't mean Lupin couldn't at least try for a minimum of subtlety. Was that really that much to ask for?

"Lupin, one more step nearer and you'll wish I had chosen to take Potter on this trip.” Which of course Snape would never have done. He wasn't suicidal after all. Lupin – who was looking at him like a beaten puppy now - didn't need to know that, though. Just like he didn't need to know that this advancing wasn't really bothering Snape. It 'excited' him more. But in Snape's eyes nothing good would happen between the two of them. For that reason, he'd smothered any kind of closeness from the start. This way it'd be easier for them to go on as before after they came home from this trip: alone. And that was right and proper. Lupin wouldn't be suitable for him anyway.

Remus had temporarily gone back to pining after Severus from a middle distance. It really was pathetic; Snape had only reprimanded him with a couple of words and he already shied away like a docile baby-wolf from its alpha. At this analogy Remus blushed again, which fortunately wasn't that obvious in the hot air. Remus chewed his lips. Somehow he'd imagined his short trip to be different. In his fantasy Severus had behaved in a totallydifferent way – Remus slid under the water until only his nose peeked out, to hide his glowing cheeks – but not *that* much different from now, that he treated Remus with such indifference. His Severus, as Remus called him secretly, was very different from how the Potions Master usually carried himself. His Severus was perfect. His Severus was – actually only a couple of feet away.

Remus swallowed. Dryly. Twice. That really came suddenly; this sudden rush of adrenalin, this flare of – passion? The steam, yes, the steam must have befuddled his head! This was really a new side Remus discovered in himself. Frightening. But maybe – Remus risked a glance in Severus' direction, who was suppressing a content sigh – just in time.

Severus wasn't known, after all, to be an outgoing man. Some people just had to be shown what is good for them (Remus was one of them). Well, if he could find enough courage to make clear advances toward Severus, he would kill two birds with one stone: He would, on one hand ,outgrow his own shyness, and on the other hand, he could show Severus what was what. Remus closed his eyes and allowed the fantasy to continue for a while … Now he only had to think of a plan to achieve his goal. That was the catch: Remus had no clue about how to meet with people in an amorous way. Severus probably had the same level of experience and there lay the main problem. How should Remus go about wooing someome if said person had an aversion toward] it? Would be difficult, except … well, except that Remus was going to use a full-out attack.

Remus might be shy and reserved most of the time, but when it came to keeping Severus from ruining both their potentially fortunate love life, he could show his other side. It might come with lots of blushing and lip chewing, but that mustn't be harmful by fault.

Snape was just counting the crinkles, which adorned his fingertips due to the lengthy bath – a sure sign of his utter boredom – when there came an underhanded attack from – umm – in front of him. In the first second of shock, he made sure that he wasn't being attacked by an alligator – anything was possible, after all. In the next second of shock, the real horror dawned on him: it was Lupin who'd had the balls to make a grab for his knob. Fortunately, the towel had been in the way, resulting in Lupin only getting hold of the terry cloth.

"Yes, fortunately …”

"What fortunately?” Lupin asked. He had to admit that the combination of fiery cheeks and enquiring gaze suited him quite well.

Snape could have pinched himself – or should he leave that to Lupin? – for saying his thoughts out loud. That never had happened to him before. And if it had happened, he wouldn't be here to tell of it. What to do? *What to do?* Oh, yes, covering up had always been the best choice.

"Got hearing problems, Lupin?” Snape asked in a demonstratively pitiful tone. "I hear that wolves tend to go deaf with age... and not blind. So there's some truth to it?”

Lupin took a short breath and tugged at Snape's towel. "If I were in your place, I would not talk like that. My hand could go – up – otherwise.”

Snape was so shocked at this obvious threat – by Lupin! – that he almost took a step back. Which would have left Lupin behind – with his only piece of coverage. "Lupin, get your paws -!”

"I know exactly why you choose me, Severus,” Lupin interrupted and had to break eye contact for only a second, "and I feel the same.”

"You are also disgusted by Draco's infatuation with Potter?” Snape tried to save what could not be saved anymore.

"You know quite well what I mean!”

"Excuse me, but you talk in riddles.” If Snape had thought a bit ahead, he might have seen his mistake sooner. But as it was, he was allowed a couple of seconds of blissful ignorance more.

"Shall I say it more clearly?” Lupin asked. The breathless quality of his voice should have come to Snape's attention. But he was much too busy foolishly saying:

"Yes, please.” The famous last words. After that Snape could only cough water when Lupin attacked him – with all of his might, let's not forget. He might have looked thin but had some muscles on him anyway.

Snape had no time for more thoughts when the next event of the century overcame him: there were lips covering his own, teeth that were not his, and a tongue, which tried to worm its way into his mouth. To scream at Lupin would have required the opening of his mouth. And Snape didn't want to risk that for anything. The werewolf might take it as an invitation. Which left Snape with the only one option: to push Lupin away, which turned out to be harder than Snape had thought. Lupin clung to him like a Boa Constrictor – he was no weakling, that much he had to admit – and Snape was almost strangled to death. What was that supposed to be? Lupin's version of the Kiss? Felt like it anyway. Somebody should – Oh ….

And suddenly everything changed: Severus' rigid posture relaxed, he even kissed back. Remus thanked his finely tuned senses for their quick uptake and Severus for his overly sensitive left hip. Remus was definitely surprised but in a good way.

A kiss was a kiss and no sign of engagement. But it felt very good and right, in some way. Whatever would become of them – and Remus hoped it would rather be more than less – this meeting was the beginning of something great.

"Click!”

-End-

Never Ending Story - Frau zu sein bedarf es wenig

2007-03-08T19:23:01Z

Es ist doch ein leidiges Thema, oder? Dieser Frauentag! Andauernd wollen Frauen etwas; Aufmerksamkeit, Gleichstellung, Geschenke. Gleich drei Dinge auf einmal - ja, wo kommen wir denn da hin?

Nirgends, richtig? Also, warum belassen wir nicht einfach alles beim Alten. Beschweren wir uns doch über den dreisten Mangel eines Männer-Feiertags (so ein Pendant ist überflüssig). Es ist ja auch nicht so, dass der Ruf nach einer Ehrung des Mannes den Sinn und Zweck des Frauentages unterminiert.

Frauen haben doch von vornherein schon genug: sie dürfen die Kinder austragen (was sind die Männer da doch scharf drauf), sie dürfen oft halbtags arbeiten (wobei die Männer ganztags eingespannt werden), und sie müssen weniger Steuern zahlen (da sie glücklicherweise von vornherein weniger Geld verdienen).

Außerdem gibt es Ladys' Nights in diversen Nachtclubs und vergünstigte Handygebühren speziell für die Gespräche des schwachen Geschlechts - wenn es sich da nicht auszahlt, eine Frau zu sein, dann weiß ich auch nicht.

Aber Frauen können sich einfach mit nichts zufrieden geben.

Es ist doch ein leidiges Thema, oder?

Crystal Clear in Finnish Version

2007-03-01T10:04:09Z

Wow, I feel so honored!

jasmiin wanted to read a Finnish version of my fic, she found Merenwen Telrunya who translated the story, and now it's finished. The title is still the same, but the rest changed dramatically - I don't understand a word! Draco ymmärtää nyt, että on vain yksi mies, jonka hän haluaa elämäänsä. It's so cool :D

For everyone who knows Finnish, here's the link.

Thank you so much!

ETA: thanks for the translation help!

Meaning of Flowers

2007-02-13T07:12:23Z

For everyone who is near their loved one on Valentine's Day: What does this flower mean?

Hogwart's Sweetheart (SS/RL, HP/DM, 1/1)

2007-01-21T18:14:40Z

Title: Hogwarts' Sweetheart
Prequel to: Dreamtrip to Reykjavik
Author: MajinSakuko
Beta-reader: Vaughn, Blueisa, JamesMarsters15
Translation from the German: Noree_McAlba (who did fantastic work!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR the rest.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: SS/RL, HP/DM, GrW/HG (mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humour, Romance (Slash)
Warning/s: OOC
Summary: What to do if four of the most (un)favoured characters are still single? Quiet simple: you put them on a matchmaking-show.
A/N: Writing of this story began before reading of HBP and was finished afterwards.

"Welcome, Ladies and Gentlemen, to a new episode of Wanted: Hogwart's Sweetheart! Today you see the Gay Virgin-Edition!" young and hyperactive Lee Jordan yelled into his microphone. "The show for everybody who didn't get any yet!"

"Mr Lee!" Professor McGonagall scowled. "I would ask you–"

"But you are not one of the candidates," Jordan fell into her words without thinking twice and turned around, his robes flying, and faced the wall that was going to separate the three single men from the chosen candidate. A smile for the camera – a couple of seconds being blind as Colin Creevey took ten pictures in short succession using super-flash – and Jordan took up his postition in front of the three still empty stools.

"And now I present today's candidates," Jordan said with a sweeping gesture. A door behind the stools slid open and three more or less young singles came into the room. They only had one thing in common: they were unable to get their non-existent love life under control.

"The first is Draco Malfoy, who, despite having been less of a coward than usual in the Second War, is still being shunned like the plague itself."

Draco's glare could have been pure poison, it was so strong. But he held back – yes, it was pathetic but even Draco Icicle Malfoy didn't want to spend his days alone. So it came that he sat down on his stool with a glower in hopes that this spectacle would be over as soon as possible.

"And let's greet Harry Potter! No one has yet put claim on our kind-hearted Saviour, which is quiet incomprehensible," Jordan said.

Harry's face turned beet red and he mumbled something about killing Hermione very slowly and painfully – maybe with a wooden spoon? Harry was so kind-hearted, though, that he bore the shame of being outed as a twenty-two year old virgin in front of the wizarding world. Well, at least he wasn't the only one. So he meekly sat down on the stool next to Draco's. The Ex-Slytherin threw him a derisive glance, which Harry ignored.

"And now to our last bachelor. He's a well-liked fellow, even if he isn't seen as a potential partner for life due to his monthly transformation into a bloodthirsty monster: Remus 'I know Honeyduke's better than the back of my shaggy paw' Lupin!"

Remus smiled politely if a bit embarrassed and sat down on his stool. He looked over to Harry who threw him a pained smile and then to Draco who looked like he was posing for an ice-sculpture. Lupin felt sorry for him because they were in the same situation. He actually hadn't planned on participating in this silly show (but everybody claimed that). Only the acute lack in candidates was his reason to come. Maybe the candidate who would choose was also a reason. But Lupin thankfully wasn't sure of it. But now it was too late to think about that. Jordan already asked the candidates to give a short introduction.

"Let's begin with you, Harry – I mean, Mr Potter," Jordan said in a suddenly professional tone. It surely wouldn't be good if he was intimate with two candidates and distant towards the other two. "Tell us something about yourself."

"Errr, well," Harry stammered, searching for words. "I am twenty-two years old, live in London and work - as an Auror in the Ministry..." His voice faded away. Merlin, he really was a nerd. Auror in a leading position at the age of twenty-two. What a surprise it was that he hadn't had a serious relationship yet.

"And how about something the audience doesn't yet know about you, Mr Potter?" Jordan asked bluntly. "How come no one jumped on you yet? Cannot be due to lacking charisma..."

Harry's face turned deep red and his skin felt like it was on fire. He surely would make a fine lighthouse like that.

"Errr..." he said again eloquently. That was the smartest reply his brain could come up with at the moment. He had fought against participating tooth and nail – and for good reason. 'A heart for Snape'. Very funny! 'Life as a double spy isn't easy' Hermione! If she wanted it done at any cost, *she* could pop his cherry! And just because he, Harry, had no George didn't mean he would throw himself at anybody. He would take care that Snape chose someone else. It would be easy....

"What Harry wants to tell us with his elegant words," a smirking Draco cut in, "is that all his fans are just after his popularity and no one sees the poor, little boy underneath, who's hungry for warmth and security..."

"Malfoy!" Harry hissed after coming out of his thoughts. "At least I've got several layers that can be discovered. You are all 'what you see is what you get': you are vain, smug and egocentric!"

"Oh, you wound me with your," Draco said and smiled sweetly, "highly accurate description of my character!"

"I must have forgotten sarcastic and full of yourself!"

"Ah, if that isn't a good introduction of candidate number one," Jordan, who had begun with the second candidate, interrupted. "Why are you here, Mr Malfoy?"

Draco froze in the middle of coming up with the next witty remark, which left him looking less than elegant: his mouth hung open and only after Creevey's camera flashed did he snap his mouth shut.

"Well, well, glass houses and stones..." Harry whispered and gave Draco a goading smirk, which was answered by a furious glare.

Draco cleared his throat and said, "That is a very long and complicated story which would be difficult to tell and therefore would be beyond an average person's..."

"Subject, Verb, Object," Jordan cut off Draco, "you may talk in simple sentences."

Draco looked like a fish on dry land. What was wrong with his way of speaking? He had always talked like that. He probably would have to lower his standards for the sake of the peasants.

So Draco did exactly that and said, "Pansy, the bitch, gave me an ultim- left me two choices: either I marry and move out or she would tell all my Slytherin secrets. No real choice for me – so I'm here." Draco shrugged.

"Interesting," Jordan replied ("Spineless coward," Harry mumbled), before turning to Lupin. "Candidate number three? If you'd introduce yourself?"

"Of course... My name is Remus Lupin, I am forty-four years old and have a known taste for chocolate..."

"Obviously," came Draco's cutting remark, which was delivered with a pointed look towards Lupin's waist.

Lupin just smiled apologetically.

"I already mentioned vain and egocentric, didn't I?" Harry grumbled with a dark look towards Draco.

Jordan wasn't disturbed by these little arguments amongst the guests and announced the candidate of the evening instead, "And here comes our highly esteemed, because finally retired, Potions Master: Severus 'Neither water nor shampoo will touch my hair' Snape!"

Thundering applause from the studio audience accompanied Snape's entrance. He looked like he did the day Harry graduated: as if he would prefer to be anywhere else but here – his foreboding face and rigid posture made that very clear.

Jordan, being full of energy, almost bounced around the wall to greet Snape.

"Pro – I mean, Mr. Snape – without further ado – would you introduce yourself? Our audience surely wants to know what you've been up to since you left Hogwarts."

"Indeed?" Snape drawled and raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, indeed," Jordan repeated and nodded enthusiastically before he got himself under control. "Yes, indeed," he said again. "What are you doing now – professionally and privately?"

For a second it looked like Snape would draw his wand and hex Jordan into next week. Just for a second, though. Because in the next moment he only ground his teeth and answered like a good boy, as if somebody had given him Veritaserum to force him to reply.

"I am a much sought after Potions Master – I exclusively brew on order – and I am booked out for months. Concerning my private life: If I'm not occupied keeping Dumbledore and his silly advices off my back, I am usually in my study, writing."

"And what do you write?"

"Recipes," Snape answered shortly.

"Curry, chilli, soufflés?" Jordan asked in interest.

"Poisons."

That kept Jordan from asking more. He cleared his throat, gave a bit of a forced smile into the camera and then turned back to Snape.

"Well, if we have finished the introductions, we can start in on the first question. Shall we?"

Snape flinched slightly at that and looked down on his card, only to flinch again, more obviously this time.

"Candidate one, we are on our second date – given the first didn't end in a complete catastrophe – and we're having fun," Snape began and made a face at the word 'fun'. "For the last activity we are dining at my favourite Greek Restaurant. Suddenly I react badly to my food. What are you doing?"

"That depends," Draco said. "If we like each other I'd use a vomiting charm. Else I'd vanish as unobtrusively as possible. But, Professor Snape, I really don't think it'd work between the two of us..."

Snape frowned and suppressed an unnerved groan. What use was this show if anonymity wasn't even a given? What use had the wall, then? It was a farce. But Dumbledore had been unrelenting and if he couldn't satisfy him for a couple of weeks, he'd never get any peace. So his only choice was to keep on asking and hoping it'd be over soon.

"What about you, candidate two? How would you react if I showed a sudden allergic reaction?"

Harry, who'd learned quiet a bit about healing during the Second War, blurted the proper healing charms. Then, cursing his Boy Scout instincts, he said in a rush, "No, errm, I'd call for help or a doctor!" Hopefully that had been fast enough. It wouldn't help him to give good answers.

Snape only rolled his eyes.

"And candidate three?" he asked.

"Don't Greeks use a lot of goat milk in their cooking? I'd summon a Bezoar-stone from the kitchen."

Snape frowned again. That had been the best answer yet and he hadn't even taught Lupin in Potions.

"Candidate number two: if you had to describe the person left from you, what would you say about him?"

Harry looked over to Draco and frowned. "Even if this description is rather old: he looks like a styled albino ferret, just without the red eyes. And his nose is so pointed, you have to worry to get your eye poked put while kissing."

"WHAT?!" Draco screamed and jumped from his seat. "Take that back, you walking rat's nest!"

"Never!" Harry grinned maliciously, which simply didn't look effective on his face.

"You-" Draco obviously was lost for words. Styled albino ferret! He'd really had to listen to a lot of impertinent things already but that was the most outrageous he'd ever heard!

Jordan who was finally fed up with this attitude cast a temporary silencing charm on the blond. Now he could just throw poisonous looks.

"And how would you describe the candidate to your left, number three?" Snape continued. He really wanted to get this over with as fast a possible without being slowed down by retarded twens.

"Oh, well..." Lupin said slowly. "Right now he behaves like a child." Remus threw Harry a glance in apology. But he was ignored in favour of a staring-down contest between Draco and Harry.

"And now candidate one: how would you describe candidate three?"

"Well," Draco began slowly and leaned forward in order to see Lupin better. "I already commented on his – physique... Couldn't I gloat about number two–" he put emphasis on that number, as if he'd finally won a contest to his satisfaction, even if it was just the position as candidate, "instead? I wouldn't even know where to begin..."

"Begin with candidate number three, if you please," Jordan cut into his words. Draco put on the fish-on-dry-land act for a second before he remembered his vanity and snapped his mouth closed. This Lee really had the gall... no one ever dared to be so foolish if they liked to keep their toes. But as long as he was here, he had to play by their rules.

"Well, you can tell his favourite food with one glance," Draco said with a critically raised eyebrow. "And he cannot do the colouring charm properly. That grey is really a bit much."

"Be glad you are so blond," Harry hissed quietly. "At least *your* grey hair won't show so much!"

"I won't even get any grey hair!" Draco hissed back.

And finally Snape had reached the last question. He was so happy about that, he could read it without gagging.

"Candidate number three: what is a romantic evening for you?"

"Oh, I guess a romantic evening means a comfortable atmosphere in the first place. If you don't feel comfortable, the evening won't be good," Lupin answered.

Not a bad reply. If that kept up Lupin really had a chance at a justified victory. "And what is a romantic evening for you, candidate number one?"

"Even with the risk of sounding mushy: but I think it needs candles, music – and your absence, Professor." Draco grinned in apology. Harry laughed but stopped at once when Draco turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice to know," Snape replied dryly. "And how looks a romantic evening for you, number two?"

"That's a first in history, but I agree with Malfoy," Harry said.

"I always knew I was right," Draco interrupted and smirked again. Jordan raised his wand in warning, which silenced the former Slytherin – for the moment. Slytherins were known to answer with revenge when they were ordered around, after all...

"Luckily there's no danger that it'll become permanent!" Harry continued with a burning glare towards Draco.

"So, those were all the answers already," Jordan said and smiled exaggerated in hopes to distract from the younger candidates' bickering. "And now our lovely assistant will summarize the answers."

"Well, my dear Professor, now you have to make a decision," she began with a smoky voice. "Who's it going to be: candidate number one, the albino ferret, who'll let you die a painful death on your second date because the evening is not romantic enough? Candidate number two, whose Boy Scout instinct answers faster than his common sense and who would rather be with number two anyway? Or number three, who, honestly spoken, is the only acceptable choice in your rather advanced age-group and who'll heal you with Bezoar stones if the atmosphere is right?"

Remus coughed.

Jordan rubbed his hands and asked, "Well? Who's it gonna be?"

"Take Lupin!" Harry called.

"Yes," Draco called. "Take Lupin, sir. Please..." he added. It was the second time in history that he and Harry were of one mind.

Remus blushed and tried to slide down in his stool. That was almost a conspiracy. Why was everybody so intend on seeing him and Snape together?

"You may ignore the remarks of the candidates, of course..." Jordan said. "But you have to decide."

"Potter's comments are not noteworthy anyway," Draco mocked. "You don't need to listen to him..."

"My comments were the same as yours, Malfoy!"

"Which only proves that you can't think of your own remarks..."

On that Harry suddenly turned red. Draco had copied *him*, not the other way around!

"Is that so?" he asked, oddly calm.

A crash could be heard. Harry had jumped up from his seat and pushed the stool over. His breathing came in pants and his chest rose and fell in swift succession; his hands were balled and raised in front of his face. He stared at Draco with a furious scowl. "Come on, if you have the courage!"

Draco smiled thinly. "Brute force? You don't know me at all, Potter."

But before he could draw his wand, Harry was on him and had thrown him down.

Remus looked half afraid and half amused as his pseudo-godson and his worst enemy rolled around on the floor. After a couple of minutes he noticed something vital missing: no cussing, no kicking, no hitting, only – bites? – on the enemy's lips. So the moaning was of another nature as well... Remus turned red again.

"Well," Jordan said carelessly. "I guess we are two candidates short. If that doesn't decrease the choices drastically..."

Snape didn't seem to like this development. Had he had at least the illusion of a choice before (he'd sooner apply for the most charming smile in Witch's Weekly than start something with one of his former students) now he was even forced to choose Lupin. On the other hand, though – and now he hesitated because he hadn't thought of that before – now nobody could criticize him over his choice because he had no choice to begin with. That thought raised Snape's mood some and he announced his choice with an almost-smile.

"I choose candidate number three."

Harry stopped kissing Draco for a moment and said, "Did you hear that?"

Draco's face darkened at once and he grabbed Harry's neck so he couldn't sit up.

"No," he answered. "And I don't care. And now kiss me – or are you afraid you'll lose your sight, Potter?"

Harry smirked and pressed a small kiss to Draco's pointed tip of his nose. "Nope... I've got my protecting goggles for that."

Remus was obviously nervous as he followed instructions and stepped in front of the wall to wait for it to slide back. It wasn't that he was waiting with baited breath to see whom the wall would reveal. That had to be Severus Snape. This fact didn't calm down his nerves at all, though. They got even worse. And that was reason enough to worry because usually Remus didn't become nervous so easily. Why should his nerves betray him when it was only Severus Snape, the embodiment of all things he wasn't? It was illogical and yet real. With every inch the wall slid back, Remus' heart fluttered more and pumped blood into the tip of his ears. That had happened last time when Sirius had smuggled in some dirty magazines when they were in fifth grade. Now he wasn't nervous because he was *not* interested, though, but because he *was*.

What would his friends – the few that were left – think now when they discovered that he wasn't disinclined towards Snape? Maybe they would turn away, maybe they would – after an amount of time had passed and they were used to it – accept it. If the worst should happen, Remus wouldn't be able to do much anyway. And his past had shown him that one didn't have to be a spineless yes-sayer to be accepted.

But maybe – and Remus swallowed hard and scolded himself for fantasizing too much as Snape's shoulder came into view – maybe he was exaggerating. Maybe this whole show was only that: a show, to entertain people and not to bring people seriously together. Maybe Remus had imagined more than there really was and now he would get his bill in form of a malicious smirk.

Just that that never came.

The separating wall fully vanished into the sidewall and re-connected the two parts of the room again. Remus looked up hesitatingly, almost shyly. The distinctive moaning and slurping from the background made him blush hotly. And then his breath caught: there was no malicious expression on Snape's face. Remus didn't know what to think about that.

Jordan raised his eyebrows for a moment because after that one look no real greeting between these two had happened. But then he remembered their past and didn't think about it any more. He fished around in his left pocket and came up with three red envelopes.

"Of course we have prepared a nice trip for our winning pair." He raised the three envelopes and grinned. "Who'll decide where the trip will go?"

After a short round of "You"/"No, you" the honour fell to Remus, whose ears had turned even more red. With a sigh he reached for the second envelope and drew it out from between Jordan's fingers. The paper felt oddly dry, almost as dry as his throat was at the moment.

Severus was occupied with reminding himself that Lupin *did not* look cute when he was watching him like that. And that the word 'cute' wasn't even in is vocabulary. And just because Severus had taken – uh, chosen – Lupin didn't mean they had to make the trip together – well, they would have to, because it was part of the show and Dumbledore's conditions – but they wouldn't be forced to enjoy it! At least Severus had fought for this right, if anything else lay in the hands of his former headmaster. There was no escape where Dumbledore was concerned: once his charge, always his charge. Severus would have to deal with it, as he would have to deal with the horror trip Jordan was just proclaiming.

"We invite you both to a romantic weekend for two," he read with twinkling eyes. "You'll travel together via Portkey to Reykjavik, where everything needed for an adventurous trip through the woods is prepared. After an exciting white-water rafting you'll find relaxation in one of the many hot wells..." Jordan let the sentence fade away and grinned. "That does sound promising, doesn't it?"

Snape's only reaction was to frown and Remus' to turn beet red. White-water rafting and bathing naked in a hot well, somewhere in nowhere. That would be magnificent.

"I'm already looking forward to your reports about what happened next week," Jordan added and grinned even more. "And I'm sure our audience can't wait, either."

Snape swallowed dryly and Remus groaned to himself. What had they gotten themselves into?

"So I'll see you again next time at Wanted: Hogwart's Sweetheart. Coming again with match-making late bloomers!"

"Mr. Lee!" McGonagall called, scandalized.

"Yes, Professor," Jordan interrupted her carelessly again, "you may participate next time."

-End-

The Ten Most Important Questions to Ask Before You Get Married

2007-01-12T15:40:18Z

I've been doing some research on romance lately. After finding this quite informative site, I couldn't help making a short post on my journal.

If you're interested in what about.marriage has to say about which topics fiancés should work out before their big date, I suggest you take a look at the article.

Link can be found here!

Kaffee (JJ/SR, 1/1)

2007-01-10T17:24:46Z

Titel: Kaffee
Autor: MajinSakuko
Disclaimer: Mir gehört nix, CBS alles andere
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing/Main-Chara: JJ/SR
Rating: PG
Genre/s: Romance (Het)
Inhalt: Die Kaffeemaschine beim BAU ist kaputt – was soll Reid denn jetzt bloß trinken? Fluffy Drabble.

Reid starrte die gurgelnde Kaffeemaschine ausdruckslos an, bevor er seine Aufmerksamkeit JJ zuwandte. "Kaputt", sagte er anklagend.
"Hab ich gesehen, Genie", antwortete JJ, ruhig an ihrem Tee nippend. "Willst was von meinem?" Sie deutete zum Wasserkocher. "Kamille. Gut für deine Nerven..."
Reid runzelte die Stirn. "Ich brauche Kaffee um ein höheres Leistungslevel zu erreichen, nicht um meine Nerven zu beruhigen. Die Menge an Koffein in Tee ist nicht-"
"Ein einfaches 'nein' hätte genügt", fuhr JJ dazwischen. Sie grinste, um ihre Worte abzuschwächen.
"Vielleicht wenn ich mehr Zucker als üblich dazugebe..." begann Reid zögerlich.
JJ lächelte und reichte ihm ein Häferl.
-Ende-

Quantico High (JJ/SR, 1/1)

2007-01-07T16:06:22Z

Titel: Quantico High
Autor: MajinSakuko
Beta-leser: noodle_soother
Übersetzung aus dem Englischen: Noreen McAlba
Disclaimer: Mir gehört nichts, CBS der Rest.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing/Hauptfiguren: JJ/RS, DM
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romanze (Het), Fluff
Zusammenfassung: Es stellt sich heraus, dass man an Reids neuer High School mehr als nur Mathe und Physik lernen kann. A/U, leider auch ein bisschen OOC
A/N: ein Überraschungs-Weihnachtsgeschenk für yumekodragonfly – hoffe, es gefällt : )

Für jeden normalen Teenager ist der erste Tag in der High School beängstigend. Alles ist neu: die Schule, die Lehrer, die Mitschüler. Und das schon für normale Schüler.

Spencer Reid zog den Kopf ein und schlurfte weiter, immer bemüht, in der Menge unterzugehen, die sich in Richtung des großen, furchteinflößenden Gebäudes bewegte. Er hatte heute keine Lust, in die Schule zu gehen. Immerhin wurde am ersten Tag nichts Neues unterrichtet. Und er wollte sich gern das unleidliche "Sich kennen Lernen" Ritual ersparen, das er so gut aus der Grundschule kannte. Besonders, wenn ein Lehrer es gut meinte und ihn aus der Klasse pickte, um sich vorzustellen. Was war so schlimm daran, dass er wieder zwei Klassen übersprungen hatte? Er war ein Genie, kein Insekt, das man anstarren konnte.

Reid fand seine Klasse, 1B, schnell. Er ignorierte die neugierigen Blicke und das Geflüster, das ihm folgte, und betrat entschlossen den Raum. Unglücklicherweise waren alle Plätze in der ersten Reihe besetzt, also setzte er sich in die zweite. Er sah vor zur Tafel und musste den Hals recken, damit er an einem großen Mädchen mit langen blonden Haaren und... einem netten Lachen... vorbeisehen konnte. Ihre Freundin musste wirklich witzig sein. Reid schauderte. Um sich sofort selber zu mahnen. Er durfte sich nicht durch belanglose Sachen ablenken lassen.

"Entschuldige bitte", sagte er, nachdem er sich geräuspert hatte. Das Mädchen reagierte nicht. Das machte ihn ein bisschen sauer. Aber Reid war noch neu und damit vorsichtig, also lehnte er sich vor und tippte dem Mädchen auf die Schulter und sprach sie noch mal an. Wie der Blitz fuhr sie nun herum so dass ihre Haare flogen. Wow... war sie schön.

"Was ist?" fragte sie ungeduldig. Als sie Reid sah hielt sie inne und hob eine Augenbraue. "Soll ich dir den Weg zur Grundschule zeigen?" fragte sie liebenswürdig. Ihre Freundin kicherte, aber die Blondine brachte sie schnell zum Schweigen.

Jetzt ruhte die Aufmerksamkeit der gesamten Klasse auf Reid. Es war ihm unangenehm, wie zwei weitere Mädchen und drei Jungs ihn musterten, und er wurde rot.

"Ich..." stammelte er, erfolglos nach Worten suchend. Er hätte wirklich die fünf Minuten dem neuen Buch über soziale Kompetenzen in peinlichen Situationen widmen sollen. Das würde ihm jetzt viel mehr helfen als Hawkings "Eine kurze Geschichte der Zeit"...

"Du...?" setzte die Blondine nach.

Ihre Freundin rollte die Augen. "JJ!" zischte sie. "Komm schon, ich muss dir das hier zeigen, bevor der Unterricht losgeht."

Reid sackte in sich zusammen. Aber das Mädchen, JJ wie er gerade gelernt hatte, sah ihn immer noch geduldig an. Darum konnte Reid all seinen Mut zusammennehmen und leise murmeln: "Ich kann die Tafel nicht sehen..."

Dafür erntete er schallendes Gelächter, aber JJ lächelte nur und nickte. Da waren immer noch Fragen in ihrem Blick, aber sie wollte nicht wissen, was er hier zu suchen hätte.

"Joan, wir tauschen die Plätze", ordnete sie an. Joan grummelte, tat aber wie ihr geheißen. Sie war nur wenige Zentimeter größer als Reid und er konnte ohne Probleme an ihr vorbei sehen.

"Danke... schön", sagte er schüchtern.

"Gern geschehen."

Na ja, vielleicht war diese neue Schule doch nicht so schlecht...

Schon am nächsten Tag hatte Reid es sich anders überlegt. Er war auf dem Heimweg von seinem zweiten Schultag, die Hände in den Taschen seiner Kordhose vergraben. Bis jetzt ließen sich die Scherze auf seine Kosten und die missbilligenden Blicke aushalten. Reid wusste, dass sie einfach eifersüchtig auf seinen brillanten Geist waren. Das einzige, mit dem er zu kämpfen hatte, war seine schwere Schultasche... Er ächzte und wechselte den Tragriemen auf die andere Schulter.

"Warum kann mein Körper nicht genauso schnell erwachsen werden wie mein Gehirn?" brummelte er vor sich hin. Ungewollt tanzten Bilder von einer bestimmten Blondine vor seinem inneren Auge. Aber Reid schüttelte sie ab. Streng erinnerte er sich daran, dass Mädchen nur eine Ablenkung von der Schule waren. Und dafür hatte er keine Zeit. Er musste die Schule so schnell wie möglich beenden, einen gut bezahlten Job bekommen und seine Mutter in einem Krankenhaus einweisen, wo sie ihr tatsächlich helfen konnten. Dann musste er es nicht mehr tun...

Im selben Augenblick schoss ein Fahrrad an ihm vorbei, so dass der Windzug ihn fast von den Beinen riss. Reid ruderte mit den Armen und schaffte es gerade so, auf den Beinen zu bleiben. Er sah auf und wollte dem davonfahrenden Rowdy böse hinterher gucken. Doch da wurde er von einem kurzen, entschuldigenden Lächeln überrascht.

"Sorry, Kleiner!" rief der Teen über seine Schulter zurück.

Reid konnte nur ungläubig starren. Das war etwas Neues. Ein älterer Mitschüler, der sich bei ihm entschuldigte... Dann zuckte er mit den Schultern und ging weiter – er hatte auch für so was keine Zeit. Aber wie es schien kümmerte sich auch jemand anderes nicht um seine Pläne.

"Na, was haben wir denn hier, Mike..." säuselte eine honigsüße Stimmer hinter ihm.

Ein Schauder lief über Reids Rücken, als er die Stimme erkannte. Sie gehörte Joe Marny, einem der schlimmsten Schlägertypen an der Schule. Reid musste sich nicht umdrehen um zu wissen, wie Mr. Bodybuilder Mike aussah. Er war erst zwei Tage an der Schule, aber er hatte schnell gelernt, vor welchen Typen er sich in Acht nehmen musste.

"Wenn das nicht unser Wunderknabe ist", hänselte Mike, "das Genie."

Reid drehte sich immer noch nicht um, wenn er auch etwas schneller lief als zuvor. Er wusste, dass 74% aller blöden Anmachen schnell im Sande verliefen, wenn das Opfer nicht mitspielte. Er konnte aber nicht wissen, dass Joe zu den restlichen 26% gehörte...

Eine Hand packte seine Schulter und zwang ihn schließlich anzuhalten. Reid schluckte hart. Das konnte nicht gut für ihn ausgehen...

"Ich rede mit dir, Schlaumeier", zischte Joe in sein Ohr. "Oder hältst du dich für was Besonderes, nur weil du 10.000 Wörter in der Minute lesen kannst, Musterschüler?"

"20.000", berichtigte Reid ihn automatisch. Dann schnappte er nach Luft und zuckte zusammen. Uuups, falsche Antwort.

Mike drehte den Jüngeren rüde zu Joe um, der vor Wut rot angelaufen war. "20.000?" wiederholte er. "Oh, entschuldige bitte, Schlaumeier. Ich hab mich verzählt. Nicht jeder von uns hat ein fotografisches Gedächtnis wie du."

Reid biss sich auf die Zunge, um sich die nächste Verbesserung zu verkneifen. Joe war um einiges größer als er. Und Mike wäre auch stärker, wenn sie gleichaltrig wären. Reid war schon immer recht dünn gewesen und wusste, dass er in einer Prügelei keine Chance hatte. Reid schloss seine Augen, ergab sich in sein Schicksal und ging im Kopf die Statistiken über Opfer von High School-Prügeleien durch. Nun ja, zumindest hatte er eine gute Chance die Sache hier zu überleben...

Keine fünf Sekunden später merkte er, wie Mike ihn losließ und zurücktrat, ohne seinen Job gemacht zu haben. Reid runzelte die Stirn und blinzelte mit einem Auge, nur um Joe zu sehen, der nervös auf etwas hinter seinem Rücken starrte.

"Hey, Morgan, wie geht's, Kumpel?" sagte er, irgendwie angespannt. Reid traute sich noch nicht, sich umzudrehen.

"Lasst den Kleinen in Ruhe", sagte eine neue Stimme. Das muss dieser Morgan sein, dachte Reid. Ihm kam die Stimmer bekannt vor – wo hatte er sie nur gehört?

"Wir haben nicht mal-" fing Mike an sich zu verteidigen.

"Halt die Klappe!" zischte Joe. Er warf Reid einen letzten, hasserfüllten Blick zu, bedeutete Mike ihm zu folgen und rannte dorthin zurück, wo er hergekommen war.

"Sie sind weg", sagte Morgan. "Alles in Ordnung? Reid, nicht war? Ich habe von dir gehört. Ich bin Morgan."

Reid zuckte zusammen, als er eine warme Hand auf seiner Schulter spürte. Doch dann drehte er sich schnell um.

"Mir geht's gut", sagte er. "Danke." Dann erkannte er den anderen Jungen und war überrascht. Er war dunkelhäutig, groß gewachsen und sah aus, als würde er regelmäßig Judo oder eine andere Kampfsportart trainieren.

"Du bist der mit dem Fahrrad", rief Reid erstaunt, "von vorhin!"

Morgan lachte. "Err, ja, das war ich", erwiderte er entschuldigend. "Tut mir echt leid. Ich hatte es eilig. War auf dem Weg zu 'nem –" Er wurde von Hundegebell und einem Mädchen, das nach einem "Derek" rief, unterbrochen, "-Date." endete er mit einem Grinsen. Dann drehte er sich zu dem dunkelhaarigen Mädchen um, das mit einem Runzeln auf der Stirn und einem ziemlich aufgekratzten Hund an der Leine auftauchte.

"Hey, Elle!"

"Hi", erwiderte sie knapp. "Was denkst du wo du hin willst? Und mich einfach mit deinem Hund allein zu lassen!"

"Tut mir leid, Liebling, Ich musste-"

"Komm mir nicht mit Liebling."

"Ich... is gut", antwortete Morgan seufzend.

Dieses Date kam Reid komisch vor. Nur gut, dass er keine hatte. Morgan zeigte in seine Richtung und berichtete Elle in ein paar Sätzen von den Schlägern, die ihn bedroht hatten. Daraufhin änderte sich Elles Haltung schlagartig.

"Das hast du aus der Entfernung gesehen, Derek?" fragte sie. Morgan zuckte nur die Schultern und grinste. "Da hast du aber gute Augen." Dann drehte sie sich zu Reid um und fragte: "Alles in Ordnung bei dir?" und musterte ihn von oben bis unten und suchte nach sichtbaren Anzeichen von Verletzungen.

Reid wurde die Sache zunehmend unangenehm. Er nickte schnell. "Ich muss jetzt nach Hause. Meine Mutter wartet..." Okay, das tat sie nicht, aber das mussten die beiden nicht wissen.

"Wir bringen dich hin", entschied Morgan aus dem Blauen und warf Elle einen Blick zu, "stimmt's?"

Sie nickte. "Klar."

"Aber ich weiß selber, wo ich lang muss", protestierte Reid. Er fühlte sich immer mehr wie ein kleines hilfloses Kind in einer Welt voll Erwachsener. "Ihr müsst das nicht machen!"

"Da hast du recht", sagte Morgan. Reid atmete erleichtert auf. Doch die Erleichterung war kurzlebig.

"Aber wir wollen", beendete Elle den Satz. Sie hakte sich bei Reid unter, die Hundeleine in der anderen Hand. "Dann mal los."

Reid sah von Elle zu Morgan und ergab sich zum zweiten Mal an diesem Nachmittag in sein Schicksal.

Er schwieg die restliche Zeit. Er hörte seinen zwei Begleitern zu und antwortete auf die eine oder andere Frage mit "ja" oder "nein" oder "hmm".

Als sie an der kleinen Wohnung, in der er mit seiner Mutter lebte, ankamen, hielt er an. "Wir sind da", sagte er. "Danke fürs herbringen. Ich weiß es zu schätzen."

"Kein Problem, Kleiner", sagte Morgan gutgelaunt.

"Genau. Und halt die Ohren steif", setzte Elle hinzu.

Reid lächelte höflich. "Das werd ich."

Plötzlich fing der Hund, den Reid schon ganz vergessen hatte, wegen irgendetwas in der Wohnung an zu bellen. Reid rutschte der Magen in die Kniekehle. Morgan und Elle sahen zum linken Fenster, von dem die Gardinen weggezogen waren, hinauf. Dort stand eine Frau, die Reid sehr ähnlich sah, und beobachtete sie eindringlich. Doch bevor sich ihre Blicke trafen, ließ sie abrupt die Gardine los und trat vom Fenster zurück.

"Ich muss jetzt rein", sagte Reid leise.

Morgan nickte. "Wir sehen uns, Kleiner."

Reids Stimmung verdunkelte sich darauf noch mehr. "Na klar."

Auf dem Weg zur Schule am nächsten Morgen fror Reid und seine Haare wurden ihm vom Wind zerzaust. Er zog seinen Schal enger und murmelte zu sich selbst: "Muss mir die Haare mal wieder schneiden..."

"Das stimmt."

Reids Herz blieb beinah stehen, als Morgan sein Rad mit quietschenden Reifen neben ihm zum Stehen brachte. Ein paar Sekunden später hatte ihn sein Hund eingeholt.

"Morgen, Reid!"

"Morgen – was machst du hier?" wollte Reid wissen.

"Wir haben denselben Weg. Also dacht ich mir, du könntest mir Gesellschaft leisten", erwiderte Morgan grinsend. Er trat mal vorwärts, mal rückwärts in seine Pedale, um so langsam zu fahren, wie Reid lief.

"Dir Gesellschaft leisten", wiederholte Reid gedämpft. Er wusste, dass das eine Lüge war. Er hatte gesehen, dass Morgan einen anderen Weg nach Hause nahm, bevor er ihn noch mal getroffen hatte, mit Date und Hund. Er hasste es, wenn Leute ihn als ihr kleines Projekt ansahen – lasst uns "das arme kleine Genie beschützen" spielen! Was war da wohl schlimmer? Die Schläger oder sie?

"Ich brauche keinen Aufpasser!" gab er missmutig zurück. Am liebsten wäre er schmollend zur Schule gestapft, aber das hätte so kindisch ausgesehen. Also entschied er sich stattdessen für einfaches Gehen.

Morgan passte sich seinem schnelleren Schritt an. "Sei nicht so. Du hast einfach den großen Bruder in mir geweckt."

Reid schloss fest seine Augen. "Wir sind aber nicht verwandt."

Morgan brachte sein Fahrrad vor Reid zum Stehen, so dass auch der anhalten musste. "High School ist nicht das selbe wie die Grundschule", sagte er mit Nachdruck. "Du solltest die Hilfe akzeptieren, die dir so ehrlich angeboten wird."

"Ich weiß, was du vor hast", entgegnete Reid, "aber ich weiß nicht, warum du es tust..." Und dieses Gefühl hasste er. Er fühlte sich schwach und bloßgestellt, wenn er etwas nicht wusste.

Für einen Augeblick lag Traurigkeit in Morgans Blick, so als wäre ihm zum ersten Mal etwas klar geworden. Er stieg von seinem Rad, um Zeit zum Nachdenken zu gewinnen. "Na gut, ich könnte dir einen Grund liefern."

Reid sah zu ihm auf. "Was?" Worum ging es jetzt wieder?

"Du glaubst nicht an selbstlose Hilfe, stimmt's? Wenn du mir was dafür gibst, würdest du mich auf dich aufpassen lassen?"

Reid blinzelte verwirrt. Morgan machte einen ehrlichen Eindruck. Komischerweise fühlte Reid sich von dem älteren Jungen nicht bedroht. "Was könnte ich dir geben, was du haben willst?"

Morgan grinste, selbstbewusster, jetzt, da Reid nicht mehr so abweisend war. "Weißt du, ich sehe gut aus und bin stark, aber selbst ich habe einen Schwachpunkt", sagte er mit einer Stimme, die nach Mitleid heischte. "Ich bin beschissen in Mathe. Ja, es stimmt..." und drehte sich weg, so als sei ihm die Sache peinlich.

Reid schmunzelte. Morgan versuchte, die Stimmung zu heben, erkannte er.

Morgan drehte sich wieder zu ihm, mit einem Grinsen auf dem Gesicht. "Also, hilfst du mir? Ich kann's mir nicht erlauben, durch diesen Kurs zu fallen. Mein Dad würde mich umbringen..."

Reid war jedoch unschlüssig. Er wusste, dass er manipuliert wurde. Morgan würde das bekommen, was er wollte und brauchte. Aber war das wirklich so schlimm? Reid würde ebenfalls einen Vorteil daraus ziehen, wenn er nicht mehr vor Schlägern auf der Hut sein musste. Er durchdachte das Angebot und kam zu dem Schluss, dass eine Symbiose wirklich die beste Lösung wäre.

"Abgemacht", stimmte er zu und schüttelte Morgans Hand. "Wir treffen und nach Schulschluss vor der Bibliothek. Fangt ihr mit quadratischen Gleichungen oder Vektorberechnungen an?"

Jetzt war Morgan an der Reihe, verwirrt drein zu gucken. "Ääähm... da muss ich erst mal in meinem Buch nachgucken."

Darüber musste Reid laut lachen. "Okay." Er lächelte seinen neuen – konnte er es überhaupt wagen, so zu denken? – Freund vorsichtig an und lief dann wieder Richtung Schule los. "Wenn wir nicht zu spät kommen wollen, sollten wir uns beeilen."

"Hast Recht." Morgan begann sein Fahrrad zu schieben. Dann drehte er sich um und pfiff nach seinem Hund. "Da steckst du also", rief er dem kleinen Vierbeiner zu, als dieser aus einem benachbarten Garten gerannt kam.

"Das ist Clooney", stellte er den Hund vor. "Clooney, sag hallo." Der Hund bellte daraufhin zwei Mal. "Du kannst ihn gerne streicheln, wenn du willst.”

"Ich glaub nicht, dass das so 'ne gute Idee ist..."

"Ach komm, sei kein Angsthase", stichelte Morgan.

Reid schluckte. "Okay..." meinte er und streckte vorsichtig einen Finger aus. Noch bevor er den Hund berührt hatte, fletschte Clooney die Zähne und knurrte. Reid sprang zurück.

Morgan reagierte prompt, nahm seinen Hund beim Halsband und schimpfte mit ihm. "Pass auf, mein Lieber!"

"Ist schon in Ordnung. Ich wusste, dass das passieren würde", schaltete Reid sich schnell ein. Dann meinte er seufzend: "Kleine Kinder und Hunde mögen mich nicht. Das ist das Reid-Syndrom."

Morgan hielt inne. "So ist das?" Dann lachte er.

Reids erste Stunde war Mathe, sein Lieblingsfach. Zahlen machten immer das, was er wollte; sie hatten eine beruhigende Wirkung auf ihn, wenn ihm alles zuviel wurde. Sie fingen mit den mathematischen Folgen an. Reid erfasste das Prinzip schnell, andere hatten mehr Probleme. JJ fluchte leise. Sie schien schon jetzt einige Schwierigkeiten zu haben. Vielleicht konnte er seine Hilfe anbieten...

"Sei kein Narr", mahnte Reid sich leise.

"Ja? Mr. Reid?" fragte Professor Durmin. "Sie wollen das erste Rechenbeispiel lösen? Gut, nur zu."

Reid wurde rot, als er die Blicke der ganzen Klasse auf sich spürte. Er konnte es nicht ausstehen, im Mittelpunkt zu stehen. Er zwang sich jedoch, den Kopf hoch erhoben zu halten, als er zur Tafel ging. Insgeheim wünschte er sich aber, dass sich der Boden auftun und ihn verschlucken möge... Er nahm sich ein Stück Kreide und sah hinauf.

<1, 4, 2, 8, 4, 16, 8...>

Das war nicht so kompliziert. Mit der ersten Zahl anfangen, diese mit vier multiplizieren, das Ergebnis durch zwei teilen, dann erhält man die nächste Zahl. Mal vier, durch zwei... Reid machte ein paar schnelle Berechnungen im Kopf und kritzelte dann an die Tafel:

a_1 = 1
a_n+1 = a_n * [2.5 + 1.5 * (-1)^n] / 2

Professor Durnim war angenehm überrascht. "Das ist... ausgezeichnet, Mr. Reid. Sehr gut, in der Tat. Sie können sich wieder setzten. Aber unterlassen sie bitte das Reden, oder ich muss trotz allem einen Eintrag ins Klassenbuch machen."

Ein dunkelhaariges Mädchen mit einer dickglasigen Brille hob ihre Hand und winkte ungeduldig. "Verzeihung, Professor. Ich dachte die Lösung sei a_n+2 = a_n * 2?" Einige Mitschüler murmelten in Zustimmung. Das schien die offensichtliche Lösung zu sein, da jede Zahl genau zweimal so groß war, wie die Ziffer zwei Stellen zuvor.

"Oh, ja, das ist sie..." Der Professor eilte zur Tafel und fügte die zweite, einfacherer Lösung hinzu. "Mr. Reid hat nur einen allgemeineren Lösungsweg aufgeführt."

Reid, der wieder in seinem Stuhl saß, rutschte nach unten. Das war nicht, was er hatte erreichen wollen. Es war einfach das Erste gewesen, was ihm bei den Zahlen in den Sinn gekommen war. Für ihn war das die einfachere Lösungsversion. JJ schien auch nicht sehr beeindruckt zu sein... Reid verfluchte sich selbst. Diesmal im Stillen. Er musste dem wirklich Einhalt gebieten, bevor diese... diese Sache zu einer ausgewachsenen Vernarrtheit wurde.

Der Rest des Tages verging schnell und ohne größere Zwischenfälle – Reid schauderte, als er sich an seine erste Sportstunde erinnerte – und jetzt kam Morgans Mathenachhilfe. Da Morgan auch im ersten Jahr an der High School war, in der Klasse 1D, hatten sie glücklicherweise dieselbe Anzahl Schulstunden jeden Tag. Ihr Unterrichtsplan war jedoch verschieden aufgebaut, weil Reids Kurse den Schwerpunkt auf Mathe hatten, so dass sie unterschiedliche Sachen zu unterschiedlichen Zeiten lernten. Während Reid zur Bibliothek ging, dachte er sich einen Stundenplan für Morgan aus. Zuerst würde er sich Morgans Stundenplan ansehen und einen Plan aufstellen, wann er ihm Nachhilfe geben konnte. Dann würden sie Bücher zum Vertiefen des Stoffes suchen, die Morgan dann zu Hause lesen konnte. Vielleicht würde er ihm sogar ein paar Probetests schreiben. Das würde dem älteren Jungen bestimmt zu Gute kommen.

Zwei Jungs aus einer höheren Klasse gingen an ihm vorbei, einer hatte einen Piratenhut unter seinem Arm. Die beiden unterhielten sich.

"Du solltest Garcia fragen, ob sie dir bei deinem Soziologieprojekt hilft. Sie hat das echt drauf."

"Wer?" fragte der andere verwirrt nach.

"Garcia", wiederholte der erste Junge. "Penelope? Aus unserer Klasse? Die Blonde mit der Brille?"

"Ach ja!" dem zweiten schien der Groschen zu fallen, von wem sein Freund sprach. "Die in der Bücherei an den PCs aushilft. Schlaues Mädchen, da hast du recht."

Reid hörte nicht mehr hin. Er hatte gerade Morgan am Eingang zur Bibliothek entdeckt. Bevor er seinen Schritt beschleunigen konnte, bemerkte er das Mädchen neben Morgan. Die zwei sahen sehr... beschäftigt aus. Vielleicht sollte er ihnen noch eine Minute geben, damit sie fertig... flirten konnten. Irgendwas zog sich in ihm zusammen. Das war so ungerecht...

Reid ging etwas schneller und setzte ein falsches Lächeln auf. Er kam nur einen Schritt von Morgan entfernt zum Stehen.

"Bist du fertig?" fragte er pikiert, als die zwei ihn nicht zu bemerken schienen.

"Oh, Reid. Hör zu..." fing Morgan an.

"Ich hab' nicht so viel Zeit", unterbrach ihn Reid. "Tut mir leid, aber wenn du das hier nicht ernst meinst, will ich nicht meine Zeit vergeuden."

Morgan wog schnell seine Optionen ab. Er schien nicht sehr erfreut zu sein, als er sich zu dem blonden Mädchen beugte und ihr etwas ins Ohr flüsterte. Sie schien aber auch nicht sehr angetan zu sein. "Wir sehen uns später, Chester!" rief er ihr nach. Dann drehte er sich zu Reid und brummte: "Tolle Strategie, Mann." Er betrat die Bibliothek, mit Reid auf den Fersen.

"Wir hatten eine Abmachung", gab Reid Morgan zu verstehen.

"Manche Dinge sind wichtiger, als 'ne Abmachung", meinte Morgan seufzend. "Hör zu, du musst auch ab und zu mal locker sein. Hast du 'ne Freundin?"

Reid wurde rot, weigerte sich aber zu antworten. Das brauchte er auch gar nicht.

"Das ist also dein Problem..."

Reid hasste den pseudo-wissenden Ton in seiner Stimme. "Ich habe kein Problem!" sagte er mit Nachdruck. "Ich bin hier, um dein Problem mit Mathe zu lösen. Aber ich kann genauso gut gehen, wenn deine Freundin im Moment wichtiger ist." Er kreuzte die Arme vor der Brunst und wartete auf eine Reaktion. Er hatte gedacht, dass Morgan ihn wirklich als Freund betrachtete. Aber wenn er falsch lag, dann war es nur gut, dass er seinen Fehler so zeitig bemerkte. Morgans Reaktion überraschte in jedoch: er lachte lauthals.

"Chester? Meine Freundin?" Er legte seinen Arm um Reids Schulter, ignorierte dabei die Anspannung, und steuerte die Computer der Bibliothek an. "Du hast noch 'ne Menge zu lernen, Kleiner..." Das verwirrte Reid etwas, aber er wollte sich nichts anmerken lassen.

"Wir behandeln als erstes quadratische Gleichungen", wechselte Morgan das Thema abrupt.

"Okay, dann lass uns erst ein paar Bücher holen." Also zurück auf sicheres Terrain.

Die Bibliothek war riesig. Sie würden hier sicher alles finden, was sie brauchten und noch mehr. Es waren gerade nur wenige Schüler da. Drei Tische waren besetzt. Reid erkannte die zwei Jungs aus dem Flur, sie waren vor ihnen an der Reihe. Der größere der beiden rief: "Garcia!" und vier große, blonde Jungs drehten sich gleichzeitig zu ihm um. Dann gab ihnen ein kleines Mädchen mit großen Augen und einer Brille einen Klaps. "Er meint mich! Also, was soll ich für dich zaubern, Hotch!"

Reid wand sich wieder zu Morgan um. Dieser starrte das blonde Mädchen mit der Brille an, Garcia. Reid sah wieder zu ihr hinüber. Was war so besonders an ihr?

Als Garcia die Fragen der beiden Jungs beantwortet hatte, wand sie sich den anderen vier Garcias zu. "Also, meine lieben Brüder. War nett, dass ihr mich vom Arbeiten abgehalten habt, aber ich muss auch was dafür tun, dass ich hier sein kann, n'est pas? Macht's gut..."

Sie wartete bis sie, wahrscheinlich an ihr autoritäres Gehabe gewöhnt, außer Sicht waren. Dann grinste sie Reid und Morgan an. "Na, was für ein Gewebe soll ich für euch zwei Hübschen auftrennen?"

"Was?" fragte Morgan verdutzt. "Ein einfaches 'womit kann ich euch helfen' reicht wohl nicht mehr?"

Reid wurde bei dem Kosenamen ganz rot. "Sie bezieht sich auf eine griechische Heldin, die das Leichentuch, das für ihren angeblich toten Mann bestimmt ist, immer wieder aufdröselt, um gierige Freier hinzuhalten", erklärte er schnell.

Garcia wand sich überrascht Reid zu und lächelte. "Das stimmt!"

"Ja, aber wie...?"

Reid deutete auf Garcias Namensschild. "Penelope war die treue Gemahlin des Odysseus. Diese Eigenschaft kann ihm jedoch nicht zugeschrieben werden. Er betrog sie und der Sohn, den er mit seiner Geliebten hatte, heiratete Penelope, nachdem Odysseus starb und –"

"Okay", unterbrach ihn Garcia. Morgan warf ihr einen dankbaren Blick zu. "Das ist mehr, als ich je über meinen Namen wissen wollte. Wie kann ich euch helfen", fragte sie neckisch und musterte Morgan anerkennend, "Zuckerpüppchen?"

Zwei Stunden später musste Reid nach Hause. Er sagte nicht direkt, dass er seine Mutter für den monatlichen Check ins Krankenhaus bringen musste. Das würde nur zu weiteren Fragen führen – und Mitleid. Und Reid hatte schon genug von beiden.

"Wo ist Clooney?" fragte er, um das Thema zu wechseln.

"Oh, der ist schon zu Hause." Morgan grinste und schloss sein Rad auf. "Er kennt den Weg wie seine Hundemarke..." er verstummte und sah übers Reids Schulter. "Oh, das Fußballteam!" Dann wackelte er mit den Augenbrauen. Er stieg auf sein Rad und fuhr im Kreis um eine kleine Gruppe von Spielerinnen, die noch ihre Trikots anhatten.

Reid sah zu, wie sie sich amüsierten. Er wusste, dass er um Jahre jünger war als sie, aber er war bei weitem nicht so kindisch. Seufzend drehte er sich um und schlug den Weg nach Hause ein. Er konnte nicht auf Morgan warten, und selbst wenn er könnte, wollte er nicht. Er wollte ihn schließlich nicht von den "wichtigeren Sachen" abhalten...

"Hey, Spence, was machst du noch hier?"

Reids verräterisches Herz setzte einen Schlag aus. "Ich... ich hab' jemanden mit Mathe geholfen", murmelte er und hoffte, dass er nicht so rot war wie er sich anfühlte. "Und du?"

JJ grinste und wies auf ihr Trikot.

"Ach, richtig", sagte Reid dümmlich. Das konnte so nicht weitergehen. Noch heute würde er alle Knigge-Bücher lesen, die er in die Finger bekommen konnte.

"Ich wollte dich was fragen", setze JJ an, plötzlich ganz ernst. "Ich hatte heute echt Schwierigkeiten in Mathe. Ich brauch' aber die besten Noten, um im College aufgenommen zu werden..." Sie hielt inne und sah Reid bittend an. "Könntest du mir auch helfen?"

"Ich weiß nicht", gab Reid zurück, total erschrocken. Träumte er? Wenn ja, dann wollte er noch lange weiter schlafen.

"Nein, kann er nicht", antwortete Morgan plötzlich und ließ einen Arm um Reids Schulter fallen. "Er braucht seine ganze Energie für mich, Jenny", meinte er grinsend. JJ grinste zurück. Reids Herz zog sich schmerzhaft zusammen. Für einen Moment konnte er nicht mal atmen.

"Ich könnte dir aber meine Hilfe anbieten..." setzte Morgan hinzu. JJ lachte laut darüber.

"Du?" sagte sie, nach Luft schnappend. "Sorry, Derek, aber da du mit Ach und Krach durch die Grundschule gekommen bist, riskier' ich das lieber nicht."

"Aww... na gut. Du weißt ja, wo du mich findest, falls du deine Meinung änderst."

"Das werde ich nicht."

Reid horchte bei der Endgültigkeit in ihrer Stimme auf. Er hoffte, dass es bedeutete, was er dachte, dass es tat – auch wenn es dumm und sinnlos war. Zumindest lockerte es die eiserne Faust, die sich um sein Herz gekrallt hatte.

Ein Auto hupte und JJ lächelte ihnen noch mal zu. "Okay. Das ist meine Mom. Ich muss los. Denk noch mal drüber nach, okay, Spence? Bis dann!"

Reid sah zu, wie sie in das Auto stieg. Sie hatte ihn 'Spence' genannt – zweimal. Bedeutete das irgendetwas? Als er sich wieder umdrehte fand er sich Angesicht zu Angesicht mit Morgans wissendem Grinsen.

"Du hast keine Freundin, stimmt's?" meinte Morgan foppend. "Aber du hättest gern eine!"

"Nein!" wehrte Reid schnell ab. "Ich habe nur ihr – Auto – bewundert. Heutzutage sieht man VW Käfer nur noch selten, oder? Und die Farbe..." er verstummte. Morgan hörte ihm nicht mehr zu. Seine Schultern sackten mutlos nach unten. Das Leben hasste ihn...

"Ich könnte dir ein paar Tipps geben, wenn du willst", rief Morgan.

"Ich brauche keine Ratschläge."

"Übers Ausgehen, meinte ich." Morgan hielt inne und sah Reid prüfend an. "Oder vielleicht doch wie man erst mal ein Date bekommt."

"Ich brauch' so was nicht", beharrte Reid. "Ich brauche keine Freundin und ich brauche keine Ratschläge!"

"Dann vielleicht einen Freund?"

"Nein!" rief Reid.

Morgan zuckte mit den Achseln. "Wär' auch nicht schlimm gewesen."

Reid sackte in sich zusammen. "Ich will das einfach nicht. Kannst du das nicht verstehen?" sagte er unglücklich.

Morgan folgte ihm. "Das glaub ich nicht", sagte er leise. "Gerade noch warst du eifersüchtig. Vielleicht kannst du es dir selber gegenüber nicht zugeben, aber jeder braucht ab und zu ein bisschen Liebe..." Als er sah, wie sich Reids Augen in Panik weiteten, fügte er schnell hinzu: "Na ja, vielleicht bist du noch ein bisschen zu jung dafür", gluckste er. Reid gab seinem Arm einen Knuffen. Darauf lachte Morgan nur noch mehr. "Oh, jetzt werden wir wohl auch noch aggressiv?"

Reid schwieg eine Weile. Dann sagte er zögernd: "Du hast sie Jenny genannt?"

Morgan sah ihn aus dem Augenwinkel an. "Jepp. Wir sind zusammen in die Grundschule gegangen. Sie ist ein sehr nettes Mädchen – und jeder, der ihr wehtun will, bekommt es mit mir zu tun." Dann zwinkerte er Reid zu, doch der sah, wie ernst es ihm war. "Du magst sie wohl?"

"Ich..." stotterte Reid. "Vielleicht", endete er unglücklich.

"Bitte sag mir, dass das ein Scherz ist", empörte sich Morgan gleich, nachdem er sein Fahrrad zum Stehen gebracht hatte. "Diese Aufmachung kann doch nicht dein Ernst sein!"

"Warum?" fragte Reid und schob seine Hornbrille hoch. "Was ist so falsch an meinen Klamotten?"

"Was falsch daran sein soll....?" Morgan musterte Reid von Kopf bis Fuß. Na ja, die Langweiler-Klamotten waren nichts Neues. Die schreckliche Brille war es aber. Und die kürzeren Haare, aber die standen Reid ganz gut.

"Hast du jemals was von Kontaktlinsen gehört?" fragte er und fuhr gleich fort. "Deine Chancen bei JJ schwinden so schnell, so schnell arbeitet nicht mal dein Gehirn, Kleiner."

Reid presste seine Lippen zu einem schmalen Lächeln. "Danke für den Hinweis", gab er zurück.

"Hast du deine Meinung geändert oder was?" fragte Morgan. "Ich dachte du magst sie? Ich könnte dir wirklich helfen. Du solltest sie fragen, ob sie mal mit dir ausgeht. Nur um zu sehen, ob sie überhaupt an dir interessiert ist."

"Ich habe meine Meinung über gar nichts geändert", gab Reid genervt zurück. "Und wie du dich vielleicht erinnerst, brauch' ich deine Hilfe nicht." Er seufzte und warf Morgan einen langen Blick zu. "Lass es einfach gut sein..."

Morgan nickte widerwillig. Reid schien über seine eigenen Entscheidungen nicht ganz glücklich zu sein, aber er konnte damit leben. Fürs Erste.

Zwei Tage später betrat Reid das Klassenzimmer viel früher als gewöhnlich. JJ und ihre Freundin Joan waren schon da und sahen sich gemeinsam ein Modemagazin an, wie Reid niedergeschlagen bemerkte. Plötzlich fühlte er sich in seiner Kleidung ganz hässlich. Ungeschickt stieß er gegen einen Tisch. Er war durch JJ ein kleines Bisschen abgelenkt gewesen...

JJ sah auf und lächelte, als sie ihn sah. "Hallo. Neuer Haarschnitt? Steht dir", meinte sie.

Joan grinste. "Alte Brille? Sie steht dir nicht..." JJ gab ihr einen Klaps.

Reid zuckte mit den Schultern. "Ja." Er konnte ihnen ja schlecht sagen, dass die Brille sehr wohl neu war und dass seine Mutter sie ausgesucht hatte, weil sie ihn an seinen Vater erinnerte.

Joan wand sich wieder ihren Büchern zu, blätterte in ihnen und fluchte leise. "Ich kann meine Hausaufgabe nicht finden. Hab ich wohl in der Garderobe liegen lassen", sagte sie. "Bin gleich wieder da." Sie stürzte aus dem Raum in Richtung Garderobe. Reid bewunderte ihre Hingabe zur Schule, auch wenn er an ihr als Person nicht sonderlich interessiert war.

"Lass dich von ihr nicht stören", meinte JJ leise, als sie allein waren. "Sie ist nett, nur manchmal etwas schwierig im Umgang..."

"Das hab' ich schon bemerkt." Reid lächelte. "Aber ihr Verhalten ist recht harmlos, wenn ich es mit dem von anderen 'Bekanntschaften' vergleiche..."

JJ schüttelte den Kopf. "Tut mir leid."

"Is' doch nicht deine Schuld." Reid war überrascht. Warum sollte sie sich für etwas entschuldigen, wofür sie nichts konnte?

"Ich weiß... Trotzdem denke ich, dass niemand ausgestoßen werden sollte, nur weil er etwas Besonderes ist."

JJ sagte noch mehr, aber Reid hörte sie nicht mehr. Ihre letzten Worte gingen ihm im Kopf herum. Etwas Besonderes? Sie hielt ihn für etwas Besonderes? Wenn er die kleine, sarkastische Stimme in seinem Inneren hätte hören können, dann wäre er nicht so berauscht gewesen. Die Stimme sagte, dass sie nur seinen IQ als etwas Besonderes betrachtete, nicht jedoch seine Persönlichkeit. Doch Reid hörte diese Stimme nicht und sah JJ weiter durch seine plötzlich rosa-rote Brille an. Die wunderbarste junge Frau, die ihm je begegnet war.

"Hast du noch mal darüber nachgedacht?" fragte JJ gerade. Reid kam schuldbewusst wieder auf die Erde zurück. "Hörst du mir überhaupt zu?"

"Was? Oh, tut mir leid. Ich hab' letzte Nacht schlecht geschlafen..." Das war sogar die Wahrheit. Immer wiederkehrende, eigenartige Träum raubten ihm seit einiger Zeit den Schlaf.

"Oh. Okay. Was ich wissen wollte war, ob du mir mit Mathe helfen wirst? Derek hat mir erzählt, dass er schon nach einer Woche riesen Fortschritte gemacht hat."

"Hat er das?" Dieser manipulative...

"Jepp", bekräftigte JJ. "Ich weiß, dass du wahrscheinlich so schon genug um die Ohren hast, aber ich brauche dich – du bist der Beste, laut Derek." Sie warf ihm ein gewinnendes Lächeln zu. "Ich weiß nicht, was ich dir als Wiedergutmachung anbieten könnte, aber –"

"Ein Date." Die Worte waren gesprochen noch bevor sich Reid auf die Zunge beißen konnte. Hatte er das wirklich laut gesagt? Ein Blick in JJ plötzlich verschlossenes Gesicht bestätigte es, leider.

"Das ist ein bisschen mehr, als ich mir vorgestellt hatte", sagte sie kühl.

"Oh, JJ, das tut mir leid." Reid bemühte sich um eine schnelle Entschuldigung. "Ich wollte dich nicht-"

"Um ein Date bitten?" unterbrach sie ihn. "Komisch. Gerade noch klang es so, als würdest du eins verlangen."

"Nein – ich meine, ja..." Reid seufzte. "Es tut mir wirklich leid."

"Ich kann mir nicht vorstellen, wie du unter diesen Umständen von mir verlangen kannst, mit dir auszugehen..." sagte sie und schüttelte den Kopf. "Du bist wirklich sehr romantisch."

Damit drehte sie sich um und Reid war verwirrter denn je. Er öffnete den Mund, um etwas zu sagen, doch wusste er nicht, was. Dann schloss er ihn wieder. Reid fühlte sich wie ein Fisch auf dem Trockenen... All die Bücher von Knigge und über den Umgang unter Menschen halfen ihm nicht viel. Das Verhalten von Frauen war ihm immer noch ein unlösbares Rätsel.

"Was meinst du mit 'sehr romantisch'?" fragte er schließlich. Das musste er unbedingt wissen.

JJ drehte sich nicht herum. Tatsächlich schien sie ihn völlig zu ignorieren, was Reid ziemlich ärgerte. Zuerst gab sie solche zweideutigen Bemerkungen von sich und dann stellte sie es nicht einmal klar! "JJ?" versuchte er es noch einmal.

"Das war Sarkasmus, du Genie." sagte sie bissig. Als sie sich nun umdrehte, kippte sie beinah ihren Stuhl um. "Weißt du, was das ist?"

"Eine stark ironische oder verächtliche Äußerung", antwortete Reid postwendend, so, als ob er aus einem Wörterbuch vorlesen würde.

JJ starrte ihn verständnislos an. "Das hatte ich nicht- Hör zu, Spence", sagte sie entschieden. "Ich würde nie mit jemandem als Gegenleistung ausgehen."

Reid nickte niedergeschlagen. "Ich verstehe", gab er trübsinnig zurück. "Es ist mir einfach so rausgerutscht. Ich konnte nichts machen... Ich wollte dich nicht beleidigen."

JJ seufzte. "Du bist nicht so schlau, wie du denkst, weißt du..." Sie sah weg und schob ihren Stuhl zurück. "Trotzdem bist du irgendwie süß." Sie grinste als seine Wangen rot anliefen. "So wie jetzt, zum Beispiel", setze sie hinzu und strich mit ihren Fingerspitzen über seine Wange.

Reid musste sich sehr zusammenreißen, um nicht ihre Hand zu fassen und sie dort zu halten. Seine Haut brannte, wo sie ihn berührte, doch verbrannte er nicht. Sein Körper füllte sich mit einer Wärme, von der er bis jetzt gar nicht gewusst hatte, dass sie ihm fehlte.

Zu schnell war der Moment verflogen und JJ ließ ihre Hand sinken. "Du hättest mich einfach fragen können", meinte sie. "Ich hätte nicht abgelehnt."

Würde sie wirklich? Er musste es versuchen... "Würdest du-?"

"Nein", unterbrach JJ ihn sofort. "Nicht, wenn du die Regeln aufstellst. Dafür ist es zu spät."

Reid ließ seinen Kopf hängen. "Ich hab alles versaut, oder?" fragte er in den leeren Raum. Plötzlich fühlte er sich leerer, als er selbst vor JJs Berührung gewesen war. Alles, was er wusste, all die dummen Fakten, halfen ihm jetzt nicht viel, um sich besser zu fühlen. Am schlimmsten war, dass JJ mit ihm ausgegangen wäre - wenn er nur früher gefragt hätte! Dafür könnte er sich selber in den Hintern treten...

"Es tut mir alles schrecklich leid. Natürlich werde ich dir mit Mathe helfen, wenn du noch willst. So gut wie ich –"

"Würdest du mit mir ausgehen?" fragte JJ plötzlich.

"W-was?" stammelte Reid. War etwas mit seinen Ohren? "Warum?"

"Warum ich mit dir ausgehen will oder warum ich mich anders entschieden habe?" JJ lächelte. "Weißt du, erstens mag ich dich und zweitens würde ich es bereuen, es nicht zu tun."

"Ich – Ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll", gab Reid ehrlich zu.

"Dann sag gar nichts", entgegnete JJ mild. "Diesmal sag aber ich, wie es läuft, okay?"

Reid nickte schnell. "Danke..."

"Das mache ich nicht aus Mitleid, Spence." JJ lächelte wieder – Reid wurde ganz schwindelig – und dann tat sie etwas, was er nie erwartet hätte: sie küsste ihn auf die Wange. "Wir gehen ins Theater", fügte sie bestimmt hinzu.

Reid konnte nur benommen nicken. Im Moment hätte er allem zugestimmt. Er hätte am liebsten seine Hand gegen die Wange gepresst, um diesen Kuss – seinen ersten Kuss – für immer zu bewahren.

"Ich wusste nicht, dass du das Schultheater meinst.” Es war der nächste Samstagabend und Reid löste seinen eng gebundenen Schlips. Nur gut, dass er sich für den leger-eleganten Look entschlossen hatte – der sich nicht sehr von dem unterschied, was er alltäglich zur Schule anzog. Nur trug er jetzt eine neue Anzughose und einen grauen Pullover über seinem weißen Hemd.

"Ich hoffe, es stört dich nicht", sagte JJ mit glitzernden Augen. Sogar ihre Kleidung und ihr Make-up glitzerten an diesem Abend. Sie war so schön, dass sie förmlich strahlte.

Reid konnte sein Glück nicht fassen. Dass sie ausgerechnet mit ihm ausging! Er wollte aber nicht zu weit gehen, idem er sie zu lange oder zu offensichtlich anstarrte. "Nein, natürlich nicht", antwortete er. "Ich bin zufrieden, egal was du dir aussuchst..." Himmel, das klang für ein erstes Date viel zu platt.

JJ lachte amüsiert. "Sogar wenn ich dich morgen zu dem Spiel der Redskins geschleift hätte?" neckte sie.

"Die red skins?" fragte Reid verwirrt. Rothäute? Hatte das etwas mit Indianern zu tun?

JJ schüttelte nur den Kopf, ein amüsiertes Funkeln in ihren Augen. Sie hakte sich bei ihm unter und zog ihn in die umgestaltete Turnhalle. "Du bist wirklich einmalig..."

Die Halle war mit vielen Reihen aus Plastestühlen gefüllt und die meisten waren schon von Schülern, deren Eltern und Geschwistern besetzt. JJ und Reid mussten sich an einigen älteren Schülern vorbei drängen, um zu zwei leeren, nebeneinander stehenden Stühlen zu gelangen. Mit einem Seufzen ließ sich JJ in ihren Stuhl fallen und legte ihre Handtasche auf ihren Schoß.

"Was wird überhaupt aufgeführt?" flüsterte Reid. Es war schon dunkel im Saal, nur ein wenig Licht blieb den letzten Besuchern, die ihre Plätze suchten. Doch die Bühne war noch leer und der Vorhang unten.

"Ich bin mir nicht sicher", flüsterte JJ zurück, "irgendwas mit Piraten..."

"Schhh!" zischte ein älterer Herr hinter ihnen.

Reid zog den Kopf ein. Er drehte sich zu JJ um und als er sah, dass sie ihn anlächelte, musste auch er grinsen. Das war besser als alles, was er bisher erlebt hatte, ob mit Morgan oder jemand anderen. So sollte eine Verabredung laufen, zumindest beim ersten Mal. JJ war bei ihm und obwohl hundert andere Menschen um sie herum waren, verschwanden diese. Reid hatte das Gefühl, dass dies der Anfang von etwas Besonderem werden könnte.

Sie blickten zur Bühne, als der Vorhang gehoben wurde und das Stück begann. So wie Reids Leben als ein mehr oder weniger normaler Teenager begann. Später legte sich JJs warme Hand auf seine und ließ ihn im Dunkeln erröten.

Ja, dies würde auf jeden Fall etwas Besonderes sein.

-Ende-

Table Claim

2007-01-04T11:08:10Z

All right, I blame yumekodragonfly for reading her last lj entry. Here's what came out of it, from 10_cliche_fics:

Sexual Healing	Right first time	Never felt like this
Sex Pollen	You want us to...what?	I hate you. So much.
We're pretending, right?	Let's go again!	Where did you get that?
	I'm lost for words...

I'll claim JJ/Reid out of the Criminal Minds fandom ^^

Quantico High (JJ/SR, 1/1)

2006-11-30T07:04:25Z

Title: Quantico High
Author: MajinSakuko
Beta-Reader: noodle_soother
Disclaimer: I own nothing, CBS everything else
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing/Main-Chara: JJ/SR, DM
Rating: PG-13
Genre/s: Romance (Het), Fluff
Summary: Reid's new high school turns out to teach more than math and physics. A/U, unfortunately also a bit OOC
A/N: written for yumekodragonfly as a surprise Christmas present – hoffe, es gefällt : )

The first day of high school was something scary for every average teenager. Everything was new: school, teachers, school mates. And that was only for average pupils.

Spencer Reid ducked his head and trudged on, trying to blend into the crowd moving toward the huge intimidating building. He didn't feel like going to school, today. Nothing new would be taught on first days, after all, and he wanted to spare himself the awkward "getting to know each other" sessions he knew all-too-well from grade school, especially if some well-meaning teacher picked him out of the crowd for introduction. So what if he'd skipped two more grades? He was a genius, not an insect to gawk at.

Reid found his class, 1B, quickly. He ignored the curious looks and the whispering that followed in his wake, determinedly moving into the room. Unfortunately, all the front row seats were already taken, so Reid sat down on a table one row behind. He looked towards the blackboard, craning his neck to see past a tall girl with long blond hair and... a nice laugh. Her friend must be very funny. Reid shivered. Then he berated himself immediately. He mustn't let himself get distracted by trivialities.

"Excuse me," he said, after clearing his throat. The girl didn't react. Feeling slightly peeved, but still cautious due to the new environment, Reid leaned forward and tipped the blonde's shoulder, repeating his words. Now she turned around in a flash, hair flying. Wow... she was beautiful.

"Yes?" she asked impatiently. Upon seeing Reid, she stopped short and raised her brows. "Do you want me to show you the way to grade school?" she asked kindly. Her friend snickered, but the blonde shushed her quickly.

Now, the attention of the rest of the class, consisting of two more girls and three boys so far, all older than him, rested on Reid. He flushed uncomfortably.

"I..." he stammered, looking for words but coming up empty. He should've really spent those five minutes on that new book on social skills in embarrassing situations. It would've helped him much more now than Hawking's "Short History of Time"...

"You...?" the blonde prompted.

Her friend rolled her eyes. "JJ!" she hissed. "Come on, I need to show you these before the bell rings."

Reid deflated, but the girl, JJ as he'd learned just now, was still looking at him patiently. This is why Reid could gather all his courage and mutter quietly, "I can't see the blackboard..."

Roaring laughter met his ears, but JJ just smiled and nodded. There were still questions in her eyes, but she didn't ask what he was doing here.

"Joan, let's swap," she ordered. Joan groaned, but complied. She was just half an inch taller than Reid, and he could look past her just fine.

"Thank... you," he said shyly.

"You're welcome."

Well, maybe this new school wouldn't be that bad, after all...

Reid changed his mind the very next day already. He was on his way back home after his second school day, his hands stuffed inside his corduroys. So far, the making fun of him and the frowning stares were bearable. Reid knew they were only jealous of his brilliant mind. The only thing that was a bit much for him was his heavy bag... He groaned, slinging it over his other shoulder.

"Why can't my body mature as quickly as my mind does?" he muttered to himself. Unbidden, images of a certain blonde flashed before said mind's eye, but Reid shook that off. Girls were merely a distraction from school, he reminded himself sternly. He didn't have time for that. He needed to finish school quickly, get a well paying job and enroll his mother in a hospital where they could actually help her, then he wouldn't be required to do it anymore...

Just then, a bicycle rushed past him, nearly knocking him over with the wind gush. Reid rowed with his arms, barely holding his balance. He looked up to glare at the retreating back of the rider and was surprised to find him flash him an apologetic smile.

"Sorry, kid!" the teen called back over his shoulder.

Reid blinked. That was a new experience for him. Older classmates apologizing to him... Then he shrugged and walked on – he neither had time for that. It seemed, though, that someone else didn't care for his plans, either.

"Well, will you look at that, Mike..." a dripping sweet voice drawled from behind.

A shiver ran down Reid's back as he recognized that voice. It belonged to Joe Marny, one of the nastiest bullies at school. Reid didn't need to turn around to know what good old bodybuilder Mike looked like. He'd only been at the school for two days, but he learned quickly, especially about those he had to look out for.

"If that isn't our new wonderboy," Mike mocked, "the genius."

Reid still didn't look back but walked on, if a bit quicker than before. He knew that in 74% of the cases, bullies quickly lost their interest if the victim didn't reciprocate. He couldn't know that Joe belonged to the remaining 26%...

A hand grabbed his shoulder, finally stopping his movements. Reid swallowed. That couldn't go out very well for him...

"I'm talking to you, genius," Joe hissed into his ear. "Or do you think you're something special just because you can read 10,000 words in a minute, teacher's pet?"

"20,000," Reid corrected automatically. Then he sucked in his breath, cringing. Oops, wrong thing to say.

Mike turned the younger boy around roughly, letting him face the fierce redheaded Joe. "20,000?" Joe repeated. "Oh, I'm sorry I got the word count confused, genius. Not every one of us has such a photographic memory as you do."

Reid bit down on his tongue to hinder his next correction from slipping out. Joe was much taller than him, and Mike would even be stronger if they were the same age. Reid had always been more on the skinny side, and he knew he had no chance in physical fights. Giving himself over to his destiny by closing his eyes, Reid went through the statistics of injuries during high school beat-ups. Well, he had a very good chance to make it out alive, at least...

Mere five seconds later he felt Mike let go of his arms and step back, deed undone. Frowning, he cracked open one eye and saw Joe looking nervously at something behind his back.

"Hey, Morgan, how's it going, dude?" he said, kind of tense. Reid didn't dare turn around yet.

"Leave the kid alone," a new voice commanded. Must be this Morgan guy, Reid thought, feeling like he'd heard that voice before already – but where?

"We weren't even-" Mike started defensively.

"Shut up!" Joe hissed. He threw a last hateful glare at Reid, motioned for Mike to follow, and then ran off in the direction they had come from.

"They're gone," Morgan said. "Are you alright? Reid, isn't it? I've heard of you. I'm Morgan."

Reid flinched, feeling a warm hand settle on his shoulder. But then he turned around quickly.

"I'm fine," he said. "Thanks." He blinked when he recognized the other boy. He was dark-skinned, tall and looked like he would be exercising judo or some other Eastern sport every other day.

"You were the one on the bike," Reid exclaimed, "from earlier!"

Morgan laughed. "Eh, yeah, that was me," he said ruefully. "Sorry again. I was in a hurry since I had a-" The barking of a young dog and a girl calling after a "Derek" cut into his sentence, "-date," Morgan ended with a grin. He turned around to the dark-haired girl currently wearing a frown and holding a rather energetic dog by the leash.

"Hey, Elle!"

"Hey," she snapped. "Where the heck d'you think you're running off to? Leaving me all alone with your dog!"

"Sorry, sweetheart, I needed to-"

"Don't you sweetheart me."

"I... yes." Morgan sighed.

Reid found this was a strange date. He was glad he didn't have any. Morgan gestured to him and told Elle in a few sentences about the bullies threatening him. Elle's demeanor changed quickly.

"You saw that from that distance, Derek?" she asked. Morgan shrugged with a smirk. "Good eyes." Then she turned around to Reid, asking, "You all right?" by the way checking for visible signs of harm.

Reid's discomfort grew by the second. He nodded quickly. "I need to go home now. My mother's waiting..." Okay, she wasn't, but they needn't know that.

"We'll bring you," Morgan decided unexpectedly, throwing Elle a glance, "right?"

She nodded. "Sure."

"But I know my way home," Reid protested, feeling more and more like a helpless little kid in a world of adults, "you don't have to!"

"That's right," Morgan said. Reid breathed a short-lived sigh of relief.

"But we want to," Elle finished. She hooked one arm around Reid's elbow, holding the dog leash in her other hand. "Lead the way."

Reid looked from Elle to Morgan and, for the second time this afternoon, resigned himself to his destiny.

Reid kept silent for the rest of the way. He listened to his two companions and answered the odd question now and then, sticking to "yes" or "no" or "hmm".

Arriving at the small apartment he inhabited with his mother, he stopped. "We're here," he said. "Thank you for accompanying me. I appreciated it."

"No problem, kid," Morgan said pleasantly.

"Yes, keep your ears up," Elle added.

Reid smiled politely. "I will."

Suddenly, the dog Reid had already forgotten about barked at something within the apartment. Reid's stomach dropped. Morgan and Elle looked up towards the left window that wasn't curtained where a woman, who resembled Reid greatly, was watching them intently. Before they could make eye contact, though, she abruptly let go of the curtains and moved back into the room.

"I have to go in now," Reid said quietly.

Morgan nodded. "See you around, kid."

Reid's mood sank even lower. "Course."

The next morning's trip to school had Reid shivering, his hair whipping around his head. He pulled his scarf tighter, muttering to himself, "Need a haircut soon..."

"That's true."

Reid almost had a heart attack when Morgan's bike came to a screeching halt next to him. A few seconds later, his dog came running, too.

"Morning, Reid!"

"Morning- what are you doing here?" Reid demanded.

"We have the same route, so I thought you could give me some company to school." Morgan grinned, pushing into his pedals to and fro, in order to drive as slowly as Reid walked.

"Give you company," Reid repeated dully. He knew that was a lie. He'd seen Morgan take another route home with his bike, before he'd met him again with date and dog. He hated it when people thought he could be their pet project – let's play "protect the poor little genius"! What was worse? Them or the bullies?

"I don't need an escort!" he said irritably. He wanted to stamp to school, but that would seem so childish. He opted for simple walking instead.

Morgan adapted to his brisk pace. "Don't be like that. You simply roused my big brother streak."

Reid clenched his eyes shut. "We're not related."

Morgan drove his bike in front of the younger boy and stopped, forcing Reid to copy his movement. "High school isn't the same as grade school, kid," he said intently. "You should accept help when someone honestly offers it to you."

"I know what you're doing," Reid said, "but I don't know why you're doing it..." And he hated that feeling. Not knowing something made him feel weak and exposed.

For a second, a sad expression entered Morgan's eyes, as if he'd just realized something for the first time. He climbed from his bike, taking the time to think something through. "Well, I could give you a reason."

Reid looked up. "What?" What was he talking about now?

"You don't believe in selfless help, right? If you could give me something back, would you let me look after you?"

Reid blinked, confused. Morgan looked honest enough. It was strange, but Reid didn't feel intimidated by the older boy. "What could I give that you'd want?"

Morgan grinned, more confident now that Reid didn't seem to be so refusing anymore. "Well, I'm good looking and strong and all, but even I have a weak point," he said in a voice that seemed to ask for pity. "I suck at math. Yes, it's true..." He turned away, mock-embarrassed.

Reid chuckled. He was trying to lighten the mood, the younger realized.

Morgan turned back over with a grin. "So, you'll help me? I can't fail the course. My dad would kill me..."

Reid was still torn apart, though. He knew he was being manipulated. Morgan would get what he wanted and what he needed. But, on the other hand, was that really a bad thing? It would benefit Reid as well if he didn't have to be afraid of bullies anymore. He pondered the question, coming to the conclusion that a symbiosis would really be a great solution.

"Deal," he said, shaking Morgan's outstretched hand. "I'll meet you after classes at the school library. Are you starting with quadratic equations or vector calculations?"

Now it was Morgan's turn to blink. "Well... I'll have to check my books first."

Reid laughed aloud at that. "Okay." He offered his new – dare he even think so? – friend a small smile and got back on track for school. "We'd better hurry if we don't want to be late."

"Alright." Morgan opted to push is bike. Then he turned around, whistling for his dog. "There you are," he called as the small four-legged animal came running out of a neighbor's garden.

"That's Clooney," he introduced. "Clooney, say hello." The dog barked twice. "You can stroke him if you like."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea..."

"Come on, don't be a scaredy-cat," Morgan teased.

Reid swallowed. "Okay..." he said, tentatively reaching out with his fingers. Before he could touch the dog, though, Clooney bared his fangs and growled. Reid jumped back.

Morgan reacted swiftly, holding his dog by the collar and berating him, "Watch it!"

"It's okay. I knew it would happen," Reid said quickly. He sighed. "Little children and dogs don't like me. It's the Reid effect."

Morgan stopped short. "I see," he laughed then.

Reid's first lesson of the day was math, his favorite. Numbers always did what he wanted them to; they had a soothing effect on him when things got out of him. They started on mathematical sequels. Reid understood the concept quickly, others didn't. JJ cursed under her breath. She seemed to have a few problems already. Maybe if he offered some help...

"Don't be stupid," Reid chided himself quietly.

"Yes? Mr. Reid?" Professor Durmin asked. "You'd like to solve the first example? Fine, go ahead."

Reid blushed, feeling the eyes of the entire class on him. He hated being the center of attention, but forced himself to hold his head up high on his way to the blackboard, even though he wished the ground would swallow him whole... He grabbed a piece of chalk and looked up.

<1, 4, 2, 8, 4, 16, 8...>

It wasn't all that complicated. Starting with the first number, you had to multiply it by four and then divide it by two to get to the one after that; multiply by four, divide by two... Making some quick calculations in his head, Reid scribbled the following:

a_1 = 1
a_n+1 = a_n * [2.5 + 1.5 * (-1)^n] / 2

Professor Durmin looked pleasantly surprised. "That's... very good, Mr. Reid. Very good, indeed. You may sit down again. But cease the talking or I have to make an entry in the class-registry, nonetheless."

A dark-haired girl with thick glasses raised her hand and waved impatiently. "Excuse me, Professor. I thought the solution is a_n+2 = a_n * 2?" Several class mates murmured their agreement. That seemed the obvious solution, since every number was exactly twice as large as the one two before it.

"Oh, yes, it is..." The professor hurried over to the blackboard and added the second, easier solution to the example. "Mr. Reid only presented us with a more universal version."

Reid, back at his seat, slid lower. That's not what he'd wanted. It was simply the first thing he saw when he looked at the numbers. For him, it was the easier version. JJ didn't seem very impressed, either... Reid cursed himself, wordlessly this time. He really needed to stop it before this... this thing turned into a full blown infatuation.

The rest of the day passed quickly with no major incidents – Reid shuddered, thinking back to his first PE lesson -, and now it was time for Morgan's math lesson. Since Morgan was also in first grade, 1D, they had the same number of courses per day, fortunately. They learned different things at different paces, though, since Reid's branch at high school put more emphasis on math than Morgan's. While Reid made his way over to the library, he thought up a lesson plan. First, Reid would look through Morgan's lesson plan and work out a schedule when he could help him. Then they'd get some books for further reading Morgan should do at home. Maybe he'd even write him some training tests, Reid thought. That would surely benefit the older boy.

Two boys from higher grades passed him, one holding a pirate's hat under his arm and talking to the other.

"You should ask Garcia if she could help you with your sociology project. She's great at it."

"Who?" the other asked confused.

"Garcia," the first one repeated. "Penelope? In our class? Blonde with glasses?"

"Oh!" the second seemed to realize whom his friend was talking about. "The one behind the library PCs. Clever girl, that one, yes."

Reid didn't pay them much attention. He'd just spotted Morgan in front of the library. Before he could accelerate his step, he noticed the girl next to Morgan. They seemed rather... preoccupied. Maybe he should give them another minute to finish their... flirting. Something clenched inside him at the thought. It was so unfair...

Plastering a fake-friendly smile on his face, Reid picked up his pace, stopping only one foot short of Morgan.

"Ready?" he asked pointedly when they didn't seem to notice him.

"Oh, Reid, listen," Morgan started.

"I don't have much time," Reid cut in. "I'm sorry but if you aren't serious about this, I don't want to waste my time."

Morgan contemplated his options quickly. He didn't seem very happy when he leant closer to the blond girl, whispering something in her ear. Neither did she, by the way. "See you later, Chester!" he called after her retreating back. He turned to face Reid, muttering, "Way to go, man." Then he pushed his way into the library, Reid following.

"We have a deal," Reid pointed out.

"Some things are more important than deals," Morgan said, sighing. "Listen, you need to lighten up some, too, once in a while. D'you have a girlfriend?" he implored.

Reid flushed but refused to answer. He didn't need to.

"So, that's your problem..."

Reid hated that pseudo-knowing tone in his voice. "I don't have a problem!" he said forcefully. "I'm here to solve your problem with math. But I can go just as well if your girlfriend is more important right now." He crossed his arms over his chest and waited for Morgan's response. He'd thought Morgan really cared for him like a friend. If he'd been so wrong, it was probably a good thing he recognized his error so soon, though. Morgan's reaction surprised him, however: he laughed out loud.

"Chester? My girlfriend?" He put his arm around Reid's shoulder, ignoring his tension, and steered him towards the library PCs. "You've got a lot to learn, kid..." That confused him a bit, but Reid didn't want to let it on.

"We'll start with quadratic equations," Morgan changed the subject abruptly.

"Okay, let's get some books first." Back to safe territory, it was.

The library was huge; they were sure to find everything they needed and more. There weren't many students at the moment. Just three desks were claimed. Reid recognized the two boys from the hallway ahead of them. The taller one called, "Garcia!" and four tall blond boys turned around simultaneously. Then a small girl with huge eyes and glasses smacked one after the other. "He means me! Tell me what magic I can work for you, Hotch!"

Reid turned back to Morgan only to find him staring at the blond girl with the glasses, Garcia. Reid looked back. What was so special about her?

When Garcia was finished with the boys' questions, she turned to the other four Garcias. "So, dear brothers of mine. It's very nice of you to keep me from work, but I think I should also do something to earn my stay, n'est pas? Bye-bye..."

She waited till they, probably used to her bossy behavior, were out of sight. Then she grinned at Reid and Morgan. "Well, what kind of fabric shall I unravel for you two sweethearts?"

"What?" Morgan asked blankly. "A simple 'how can I help' won't do anymore?"

Reid flushed at the nickname. "She refers to the Greek heroine who unraveled the shroud of her supposedly dead husband in order to ward off greedy new suitors," he supplied quickly.

Garcia turned her surprised gaze to Reid and smiled. "That's right!"

"Yeah, but how-?"

Reid motioned to Garcia's name tag. "Penelope was the faithful wife of Odysseus, though that quality can't be attributed to him, as well. He cheated on her and the son that resulted of this affair married Penelope after Odysseus died and-"

"All right," Garcia cut in; Morgan threw her a grateful glance. "That's more than I wanted to know about my name. How can I help you," she asked teasingly, throwing Morgan an appreciative glance, "sugar dolls?"

Two hours later, Reid said that he needed to leave now. He didn't particularly point out that he had to bring his mother to her doctor for the monthly check-up. That would only raise more questions – and pity. Reid had enough of both of it.

"Where's Clooney?" he asked to change the subject.

"Oh, he went back home already," Morgan grinned, unlocking his bike. "He knows the way like the back of his paw..." he trailed off, looking back behind Reid. "Oh, the soccer players!" He wriggled his brows. Then he mounted his bike and drove a circle around a small group of girls still in their team dresses.

Reid watched them have some fun together. He knew he was the youngest of them in years, but he wasn't half as much a child. Sighing, he turned around and started on his way back home. He couldn't wait on Morgan, but he wouldn't even if he could. He didn't want to keep him from some of the "more important things", after all...

"Hey, Spence, what are you still doing here?"

Reid's heart, the treacherous thing, skipped a beat. "I... I've helped someone with math," he mumbled, hoping he wasn't as red as he felt. "And you?"

JJ grinned, gesturing at her soccer dress.

"Oh, yeah," Reid said stupidly. This couldn't go on like that. Today, he was going to read all the Knigges he could get his hands on.

"I wanted to ask you something," JJ said, suddenly serious. "Today in math, I was pretty much lost. I need the best grades to get into college, though..." She paused, looking at Reid pleadingly. "Could you help me, too?"

"I don't know," Reid answered, stunned. Was he dreaming? If so, he didn't want to wake up for some time.

"No, he can't," Morgan answered suddenly, dropping one arm around Reid's shoulder. "He needs all his energy for me, Jenny." He grinned. JJ grinned back. Reid's heart constricted painfully. For a moment, he couldn't even breathe.

"I could offer you my help, though..." Morgan continued, causing JJ to laugh aloud.

"You?" she gasped. "Sorry, Derek, but since you barely made it through grade school, I won't take my chances with you."

"Aww... well, you know where to find me if you change your mind."

"I won't."

Reid looked up at the final note in her voice. He hoped that meant what he thought id did – even though it was stupid and pointless, anyway. At least, it loosened the iron fist around his heart somewhat.

A car honked and JJ smiled at them once more. "All right. That's Mom. I gotta go. Think about it again, okay, Spence? Bye!"

Reid watched her climb into the car. She'd called him 'Spence' – again. Did that mean anything? When he turned back over, he saw himself confronted with Morgan's knowing smirk.

"You don't have a girlfriend, right?" he teased. "But you'd like one!"

"No!" Reid denied quickly. "I just wanted to admire their... car! You don't see VW Bugs that often anymore, do you? And the color..." he trailed off, since Morgan didn't listen to him anymore. His shoulders dropped dejectedly. Life hated him...

"I could give you some tips, if you like," Morgan called.

"I don't need any tips."

"On dates, I mean." Morgan paused, looking closely at Reid. "Or maybe how to get one first."

"I don't need that," Reid said stubbornly. "I don't need a girlfriend, and I don't need dating tips!"

"A boyfriend maybe?" Morgan offered hesitantly. Maybe he'd been wrong with his assumptions, after all.

"No!" Reid cried.

Morgan shrugged. "No shame if you did."

Reid deflated. "I just don't want that, can't you understand that?" he said unhappily.

Morgan followed him. "I don't believe that," he said quietly. "You were jealous, a minute ago. Maybe you don't admit it to yourself, but everyone needs a little bit of loving now and then..." At Reid's wide-eyed look of panic, Morgan added quickly, "Well, maybe you're still a bit young for that." He chuckled. Reid pushed against his arm. Morgan chuckled some more. "Oh, so now you're getting aggressive, too?"

Reid stayed silent for a bit. Then he said hesitantly, "You called her Jenny?"

Morgan sent him a sideway glance. "Yeah," he said. "We went to grade school together. She's a very nice girl – and every one who tries to hurt her has to take it up with me." He winked, but Reid saw the seriousness behind it. "You like her?"

"I..." Reid faltered, "maybe," he finished miserably.

"Tell me you're kidding," Morgan said immediately after he'd stopped his bike. "You can't be serious about that make-up!"

"Why?" Reid asked, pushing his dark-rimmed shell-rimmed glasses up his nose. "I don't see anything wrong with it."

"I see all the more, believe me..." Morgan took a moment to take in Reid's entire geeky outfit; well, that wasn't new. The horrible glasses were, however; as was the shorter haircut, but that suited Reid all right.

"Have you never heard about contact lenses?" he asked, not waiting for an answer. "You're reducing your chances with JJ quicker than your mind works, kid."

Reid pressed his lips together into a thin line. "Thank you for the hint," he retorted.

"Have you changed your mind or what?" Morgan asked. "I thought you liked her? I could really help you. You should ask her out to see if she might be interested at all."

"I didn't change my mind on anything," Reid pointed out exasperatedly, "I didn't want your help, if you recall." He sighed, shooting Morgan a long look. "Leave it alone..."

Morgan nodded reluctantly. Reid seemed unhappy with his own choices, but Morgan could accept that. For now.

Two days later, Reid entered his classroom much earlier than usual, and JJ and her friend Joan were already there. They were looking at some kind of fashion magazine he noted bleakly. He felt very ugly in his clothes, all of a sudden. Clumsily, he knocked into a table. He'd been a tiny bit distracted by the blonde...

JJ looked up and smiled when she noticed him. "Hi. New haircut?" she said. "Suits you."

Joan smirked. "Old glasses? They don't..." JJ smacked her.

Reid shrugged. "Yes." He couldn't very well tell them that his glasses were new, after all, that his mother had chosen them since they reminded her of his father.

Joan turned back to her books, sifting through them, cursing under her breath. "I don't find the assignment. I must've left it in the wardrobe," she said. "I'll be right back." She practically ran from the room to get her stuff. Reid admired her dedication to school, even if he didn't particularly care for her personality.

"Don't mind her too much," JJ said quietly, after they were alone in the classroom. "She's a nice person, but sometimes difficult to handle..."

"I noticed." Reid smiled. "Her behavior is rather harmless compared to others I've met..."

JJ shook her head. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," Reid said surprised. Why did she apologize for something she didn't cause?

"I know... Still, I think no one deserves to be outcast just because they're special."

JJ said something more, but Reid's mind had tuned her out, circling on her last words. Special? She thought he was something special? If he'd been able to hear the sarcastic little voice in his head, telling him she only thought his IQ but not his personality was special, he might not have been that elated. But he didn't hear it, so he kept on looking through his suddenly pink-colored glasses at the most wonderful young woman he'd ever met.

"Have you thought about it again?" JJ asked at that moment. Reid snapped back into consciousness guiltily. "Are you even listening to me?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't get much sleep last night..." That was even true. Strange recurring dreams kept him up for a while now.

"Oh. Okay. What I wanted to know was if you're going to help me in math now? Derek told me he made huge progress even after only one week."

"Did he?" That manipulative...

"Yeah," JJ confirmed. "I know you must be busy yourself, but I really need you – you're the best, according to Derek." She smiled winningly. "I don't know how much I should offer you as payment but-"

"A date." The words were out before Reid had the chance to clamp his mouth shut. Had he really said that aloud? One look at JJ's suddenly distant expression validated it, unfortunately.

"That's a bit more than I intended to give," she said coolly.

"Oh, JJ, I'm sorry," Reid rushed to apologize. "I didn't want to-"

"Ask me for a date?" she cut in. "Strange, it sure sounded like you demanded one."

"No – I mean, yes..." Reid sighed. "I'm really sorry."

"I can't imagine how you can expect me to go out with you on such conditions..." she said, shaking her head. "You're terribly romantic, really."

With that, she turned around, leaving Reid behind more confused than ever. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what. Then he closed it again. He felt like a fish out of water... Studying Knigge and every other book on conduct among humans hadn't helped him much; the behavior of women was still an unsolvable enigma for him.

"What do you mean with 'terribly romantic'?" he asked at last. He really needed to know.

JJ didn't turn around. In fact, she seemed to ignore his entire existence now, which irked Reid quite a bit. How could she sprout such ambiguous things and then not clear it up for him? "JJ?" he tried once more.

"It was sarcasm, you genius," she snapped. She almost threw over her chair when she came around to face him. "Do you know what that means?"

"A keenly ironical or scornful utterance," Reid replied readily, as if he was reading out of a dictionary.

JJ stared at him blankly. "That's not what I- Listen to me, Spence," she said categorically, "I'd never go out with someone as a deal."

Reid nodded dejectedly. "I understand," he said glumly. "I couldn't help it; it just slipped out... I didn't want to insult you."

JJ sighed. "You're not as clever as you'd like to think, you know..." She broke eye contact, pushing her hair back. "Still, you're kind of cute." She grinned when he acquired red spots on his face. "Like now, for instance," she added, brushing his cheeks with her finger tips.

Reid fought hard against the urge to reach up and hold her there. Where she touched him, his skin was on fire, but it didn't burn him, it only filled his body with warmth he never knew he was missing.

All too soon JJ pulled her hand back again. "You could have simply asked me," she said. "I wouldn't have said no."

Did she really? He had to try... "Would you-?"

"No," JJ cut him off immediately, "not on your terms anymore. It's too late for that."

Reid dropped his head. "I ruined it all, haven't I?" he asked no one in particular. Suddenly he felt emptier than before JJ had touched him. Everything he knew, all those stupid facts couldn't help to make him feel better now. Worst of it was that JJ said she would have gone out with him – had he only asked earlier! He could've kicked himself...

"I'm sorry about everything. If you still want to, of course I'll help you with math as much as I-"

"Would you like to go out with me?" JJ asked suddenly.

"W-what?" Reid stammered. Did he have something in his ears? "Why?"

"Why I want to go out with you or why I changed my mind?" JJ smiled. "Well, firstly because I like you, and secondly because I think I'd regret it otherwise."

"I – I don't know what to say," Reid said honestly.

"Then don't say anything at all," JJ said gently. "This is on my terms, though, you understand?"

Reid nodded quickly. "Thank you..."

"This is no charity, Spence." JJ smiled again – Reid was getting really dizzy – and then she did something he would have never expected: she kissed him on the cheek. "We're going to the theatre," she added firmly.

Reid could only nod dazedly. He would have agreed to anything right now. He wanted to press his palm against his cheek and preserve this kiss – his first kiss – forever.

"I didn't know you meant the school theatre," Reid said next Saturday evening, loosening his tightly knotted tie. At least he'd chosen the casual elegant look – which wasn't much different from his usual school clothes, except that he wore new slacks and a grey pullover over his dress shirt.

"I hope that's no problem?" JJ asked, her eyes sparkling. In fact, even her clothes and her make-up was sparkling this night. She was positively glowing, she was so beautiful.

Reid couldn't believe his luck that she chose to go out with him, of all people! He didn't want to push it by staring at her too much or too openly, though. "No, of course not," he said. "I'm happy with whatever you choose..." God; that sounded far too corny for a first date.

JJ laughed, amused. "Even if I had dragged you to the Redskins game tomorrow?" she teased.

"The red skins?" Reid asked in confusion. Was that something about Native Americans?

JJ merely shook her head, the amused twinkling in her eyes never leaving, looped her arm around his and pulled him into the redecorated gym. "You are an original..."

The hall was filled with rows and rows of plastic chairs, most of them already occupied by students, their parents and their siblings. JJ and Reid had to squeeze past some higher grade pupils to get to two empty seats next to each other. With a sigh, JJ plopped down, setting her handbag on her lap.

"What are they showing, anyway?" Reid whispered. It was already dark, only a few sparse lights guiding the visitors to their places, but the stage was still empty, the curtains drawn shut.

"I'm not sure," JJ whispered back, "something with pirates..."

"Shh!" an elderly man hissed from behind.

Reid pulled his head in. He turned around to look at JJ, and when he found her smiling at him, he couldn't help grinning back. This was much better than anything he'd ever witnessed before, either with Morgan or anyone else. This was how a date should be, as far as first dates went. JJ was here with him, and even though they were surrounded by a hundred other people, they all disappeared around them. Reid felt that this could be the beginning of something special.

They turned to face the stage when the curtains opened and the play started, as did Reid's life as a more or less normal teenager. Later, he felt JJ's warm hand settle over his, causing him to blush in the dark.

Yes, this would definitely be something special.

-End-

Coffee (JJ/SR, 1/1)

2006-11-18T15:18:41Z

Title: Coffee
Author: MajinSakuko
Disclaimer: I own nothing, CBS everything else
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing/Main-Chara: JJ/SR
Rating: PG
Genre/s: Romance (Het)
Summary: The coffee machine at BAU is broken – whatever is Reid going to drink now? Fluffy Drabble.

Reid stared at the gurgling coffee machine blankly, before turning his attention to JJ. "It's broken," he said accusingly.
"I saw that, genius," JJ replied, calmly sipping her tea. "Want some of mine?" She pointed to the water-heater. "Camomile. Good for your nerves..."
Reid frowned. "I need coffee not to soothe my nerves but to achieve a higher level of efficiency. The amount of caffeine in tea isn't-"
"A simple 'no' would've been enough," JJ cut in, smirking to soften her words.
"Maybe if I add more sugar than usual..." Reid started tentatively.
JJ smiled and handed him a cup.
-End-

Criminal Minds: JJ/Reid Masterlist

2006-10-27T09:38:19Z

Criminal Minds: JJ/Reid Masterlist

currently there are 128 English and 9 German fanfics listed!

Actions speak louder than words by Platypustvlover: K+. The team is sent on a case to South Dakota where they must deal with a series of abductions and beatings. A little Reid/JJ towards the end.

Afraid of the dark by criminally-dirty-mind: M. after revelations, both Spencer and JJ need some absolution. WIP-3

All are punished by and dark skies: PG-13. Short and relatively pleasant looking, he didn't look like he would cause anyone any harm let alone the pretty blonde girl and that nice boy of hers. WIP-1

All grown up by Pacwoman: K. Ever since Reid’s father left him he has feared rejection. Especially from a certain co-worker who he's developed feelings for.

August and Everything After by bachelor-girl: JJ Jareau and Spencer Reid have a friendship.

Baby Boom on the Fourth of July by mabelreid: K+. The Fourth of July is for barbeques, parades, fireworks and... giving birth? What will Morgan and Reid do when their wives go into labor at the same time? Morgan/Garcia JJ/Reid pairings.

Bad Day, A by Beth: FRT. Reid takes JJ to meet his schizophrenic mother and mayhem, et cetera, ensues. Reid/JJ, JJ/Reid, I don't know which way it goes.

lost! Be my escape by Ice: Jeder hat bemerkt, dass JJ seit geraumer Zeit nicht mehr die Alte ist. Sogar Reid...

Big empty, the by Shawngf: In the aftermath of revelations, a sadistic killer strikes in the team's own backyard. the brutality of the butcher forces the BAU to confront demons they'd rather not. WIP-10

Blood lust by Lady_of_Scarlet: R. Sequel to the kiss. The team pursues a suspected serial killer in North Dakota. The case seems harmless until one of their own falls victim to the killer’s deadly obsession. Prequel to The Remainder of the Day

Breakdown by Deanne Stevenson: M. It is six weeks since Reid’s ordeal. Morgan knows something is wrong. JJ/Reid, Morgan/Garcia

But for now by Andrea: While the sky fades into orange her skin bleeds into his.

By default by Masonjar: K. JJ wakes Reid up after yet another plane ride. Fluff ensues.

Camaleón, El by heartoutofstone: T. The BAU runs into a unique serial killer; a man that has as many faces as he does victims. WIP-8

Career day by mabelreid: T. Sequel to the proposal. Lisa Reid asks Spencer to speak at her high school's career day. Nothing can possibly go wrong with something as simple as that, right?

Chivalry is not dead by Mokyta: T. JJ is having a bad day. Who is the knight in shining armor that's gonna save our damsel in distress? Beware, she has a dirty mouth sometimes.

Christmas in the Rockies by mabelreid: T. Reid and JJ are on their own again to interview a witness. A snow storm traps them at the home of the witness who is a little old lady.

Coffee by MajinSakuko: PG. The coffee machine at BAU is broken – Whatever is Reid going to drink now?

Coffee cup romance, a by heartoutofstone: PG. Certain objects bring certain people together. A DVD, a favorite book... but a coffee cup?

Date, the by Jayer: K+. What happened on Reid and JJ's date.

lost! Dear Sigmund by mabelreid: M. Reid has been writing to Sigmund Freud for therapy, today he has something really interesting to write.

Deepest Cut, The by mabelreid: K+. Reid has been kidnapped and tortured more times then we can count in Fan fiction. Now he's about to lose something that could break him.

Don't Know Which Way To Turn by Reid N JJ forever: T. It is time for JJ to face her inner demons. The dogs and her guilt over what had happened to Reid during the Henkel case. Will she accept the rest of the teams' help? WIP-2

Dr Reid’s hands by mabelreid: K+. JJ ponders what she likes most about the BAU's resident genius.

Face by jmck: T. A traumatized young agent... it takes one to know one. Something’s happened to JJ. Reid can't ignore it anymore.

Facing the Demon by mabelreid: T. Sequel to The Winter Moon. Reid’s uncle is released from prison and he intends to punish Stephanie for putting him there in the first place.

Falling awake by Ainsleyhayes: T. He felt like a voyeur, watching these private moments of her pain, uninvited, unsuspected. Nevertheless he found himself drawn to her; he always had. WIP-2

Family dinner by ribbitjen23: NC-17. Entire BAU team, mostly Reid’s POV: humor, character development, Reid/JJ insinuated Morgan/Garcia.

Fireworks by batgurl88: FRC. While celebrating the 4th of July with the team, JJ discovers something about Reid. JJ/Reid friendship fluff.

Fisher King Revised by luv2write89: K. What if one of the team members of the BAU went to check on Elle at her house before she was shot and they took her place instead? WIP-3

Fishhooks by Matociquala: FRE. She can't beat him at poker, but she can beat him at gin.

Flyin' by Judas Escariot: T. It was odd, that this lanky, awkward, ubergeek would have caught her interest while spouting off information about Jeffrey Dahmer, but, somehow, while watching him push his glasses back up his nose, she felt herself warm...

Forever by Alisajt: T. The team are called to New York to help with a violent spree of cop killings... and with little idea of how much danger they'll all get into. team peril situations, S3 minus mantegna. All the team, mainly Reid. JJ/Reid, maybe Morgan/Garcia. WIP-8

Forgiven by Shawn Carter: FRT. An in-between piece taking place during revelations and dealing with JJ’s thoughts and emotions. The scene likely would take place sometime after the bathroom scene with JJ and Prentiss and before the two of them went to interview Tobias’s sponsor.

Forgiveness? by mabelreid: T. sequel to Obsessions. JJ and Spencer try to repair their relationship after Karen but keep missing each other.

Freedom of an Unknown Boy by criminal_fanfic: NC-17. Everyone thinks they've got Dr. Spencer Reid pinned, especially JJ.

Genius by Kylie Anderson: T. A killer is one the lose and he's preying on young geniuses. What does Reid know and could he be next? If so, will the team be able to find him? Hints of future JJ/Reid

Growing Pains by mabelreid: K+. One Shot Sequel to "I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus". JJ and Reid are about to have their first child together. How will Hope react to finding out the gender of the baby?

Hate me by phate3092: T. Songfic. I don’t want to go, darling, but we both know its the best thing for both of us.

He ate her green jelly-beans by kay-kay11: K. Oneshot between JJ and Reid. Involves some candyfied fun. Short and pretty silly.

lost! Here you get into trouble von Gabby-freak: P6. „Lass uns Derek und Emily holen und eine Runde Flaschendrehen spielen biiiiitte.“

lost! Him watching her by Pinkforensics: K. drabble.

Hold Me Fast and Fear Me Not by ninhursaq: R. JJ's struggling between helping Reid and saving herself. They may turn out to be the same thing.

How did this happen to me? by mabelreid: T. Reid must help JJ when she is raped. Will the aftermath tear their fragile relationship apart?

Human reaction, a by a red burn: T. It was a sum of errors that brought them to the one situation she didn't know how to deal with.

lost! Hunter, the by Dr. Matty: T. Spencer is being hunted and tortured by someone that knows a lot more about his life than he should.

I saw mommy kissing Santa Claus by mabelreid: k+. One shot Sequel to How did this happen to me? Hope catches her mother kissing Santa Claus and damage control must be done to her belief in Santa.

I’m counting on you to throw more than shapes by pulaski_casimir: g. ~~Four~~ Three times JJ kisses Reid (and one time he kisses her)

Increments by Andrea: T. He often wonders just how much impossible really is impossible.

Infant Mortality, 2, 3 by ozdust_princess: FRT. Newborn infants are being discarded like trash in New York City. The BAU's team must work to find the killer before more innocent babies die. (Undertones of jj/reid) WIP-3

In the Telling by x_1013_x: FRT. this is a short Songfic inspired by The Secret's in the Telling by Dashboard Confessional

In Your Time of Need by MedievalContessa: M. Spencer doesn't want to be alone after the team rescues him from Henkel. WIP-2

It happened one night! by mabelreid: M. Reid goes to JJ's home one night after a difficult case. What does JJ do when she catches him watching her through her bedroom window?

Jerk by batgurl88: FRT. Sometimes the thing we claim we want most is the very thing we keep pushing away. One-sided JJ/Reid

JJ, happy valentine's day by Pacwoman: K. Reid's social IQ was as low as his IQ was high. He had no idea of how to wish JJ a happy Valentine's Day.

JJ's Journal by mabelreid: K. JJ keeps a journal... beginning with the pilot. We see her impressions on the team with special look at our hot young genius and how she really feels about him. WIP-43

Kaffee von MajinSakuko: PG. Die Kaffeemaschine beim BAU ist kaputt – was soll Reid denn jetzt bloß trinken?

Kiss, the by Lady of Scarlet: PG-13. Reid and JJ in an elevator.

Knock at the door, A by mabelreid: M. Reid has company in his hotel room after a case. Morgan shows up at the wrong time.

Lecture Circuit by Serialbathera: PG-13. Spencer Reid is apparently giving a lecture of some kind on Friday, and he just learns about it on Monday.

Lesson Well Learned, A by mabelreid: M. One shot Song Fic JJ/Reid JJ is not pleased with Reid's behavior in "Elephant's Memory." AU ignores current pregnancy storyline. Warning for language and Adult situations.

Let it go by Shawngf: T. JJ struggles with her emotions in the aftermath of a disturbing case. Reid tries to help.

Letter he never sent, the by mabelreid: T. He's dead, he's never coming back, there's only a letter he never gave her.

Liasons by ThnksFrThMmrs87: T. Just who exactly is Reid with? Morgan is determined to know.

Like Butterflies Pinned to Pages by and dark skies: Teen. and he realizes that despite how much his life has fractured since Tobias, no matter how hard it gets to function sometimes; the idea that she needs him even a little helps more than he can express.

Listen not at the Keyhole lest ye be Vexed by mabelreid: T. Something is going on with Reid and Garcia and Morgan is determined to find out what it is even if he has to listen at her office door.

Listen to your Heart by Erinne Willows: K+. This is a JJ/Reid story. spoilers for The Big Game and Revelations. It’s a Songfic. It’s kinda sad, but not really angsty...just melancholyish.

Love is in the Air by Gothicgal: T. The team need help, not with a case but their love lives. WIP-4

Love me tender von MerlinsBraut: M. Zwei BAU-Agents kommen sich näher.

Lunch Date by heartoutofstone: T. The team goes out for lunch and decides to learn a little bit more about each other. [JJ&Reid] Note: not all facts are true to the show.

Mistletoe by LiaBelle: K. Garcia does some holiday matchmaking

Mr Monderful by mabelreid: K+. JJ is love with the mysterious local hero, but is he someone very close to her?

My good shirt's for church by star sheep: T. Reid reflects back to an incident that happened when he was in high school that helped form who he is today. WIP-2

New Addition, a by mabelreid: T. Sequel to Facing the Demon. JJ is pregnant, Reid is terrified, fluff, angst, and laughs abound.

Nobody Knows by Beth: FRT. Nobody knows but them.

Obsessions by mabelreid: T. A beautiful new agent replaces Elle and catches Reid's eye, much to JJ's dismay, but is the agent all she seems to be?

Of Chocolate, Books and Butterflies by mabelreid: T. A misunderstanding means a surprise for Reid on Valentine's Day.

Of Drugs and Dance Floors by Lady of Scarlet: FRAO. Summary see title.

Oh, tie me up tightly by your side by pulaski-casimir: T. "the proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding." -- Oscar Wilde WIP-4

Omen, the by Modern Physics: T. The BAU team investigates murders in Salem, mass near Halloween. A satanic cult referred to as 'the omen' is supposedly responsible, but how can they be sure? And what happens when the unsub decides to take on one of the BAU's own?

One of You Own by Kavi Leighanna: T. Nightmares were the bane of her existence.

One Night by mabelreid: M. We all give in to our baser desires now and then, even geniuses!

Parties and Dancing by LiaBelle: K+. JJ helps change Reid’s mind about some things. New Year's fic, Sequel to Mistletoe!

Pictures from a haunted past by fitegirl: K+. A new serial killer holds a grudge against old classmates from high school. WIP-3

Playing God by and dark skies: PG-13. Do you know what was different this time?

Proposal, the by mabelreid: T. Reid has decided to ask JJ to marry him. He goes to Garcia for help, which may be a big mistake especially when she recruits Morgan to help.

Quantico High by Majinsakuko: PG-13. Reid’s new high school turns out to teach more than math and physics.

Quantico High von MajinSakuko: PG-13. Es stellt sich heraus, dass man an Reids neuer High School mehr als nur Mathe und Physik lernen kann.

Quantico Vignettes by mabelreid: T. A collection of snapshots into the lives of our favorite characters. Different pairings are explored. JJ/Reid chapters are the following: 1. Gold, 8. The Morning after, 11. You can't fool the good Dr Reid, 13. Was it Fate?, 15. Jealousy, 18. It isn't logical, 22. Did she really mean it?, 26. The Psycology of Donuts, 32. Cravings, 36. Late night tests, 38. A fly on the Wall, 39. A day out with the girls, 42. Sick Day, 42. Watching a movie with Spence, 45. The Power of a Name, 52. Throwing Darts with JJ, 53. The Date, 56. The Magic Eye, 58. Big Brother, 59. Rainy days and Mondays, 63. Girls are Icky, 64. Charcoal and Paper, 65. Adventures in birthday shopping, 68. Next time, 73. The Car wash, 77. The Easter puppy, 79. Missing out, 80. Dropping the mask, 83. Snowball saves the day, 88. Shattered hope, 92. The bet, 93. Truth or Dare, 94. What you have to do to survive, 98. A quiet evening at home, 100. Then end is the beginning

Reaction by Christianlovesme: T. The team returns to Quantico and everyone deals with what happened in their own unique way. Pairing is JJ/Reid

Release by secrets09: T. Reid’s drug problem is escalating, but when JJ accidentally finds out so does their relationship. Can she keep his secret or will it destroy him? WIP-3

Remainder of the Day, the by Lady of Scarlet: R. Sequel to The Kiss and Blood Lust. When a case is over, all that remains are those left behind to pick up the pieces.

lost! Ringmaster by whitewolfaura: T. Several shocking murders in pa have the team in a frenzy. What’s worse the unsub seems to have developed a fascination with a certain genius. Will Reid bend to the will of the killer, or beat them at their own game? WIP-3

lost! Safe in my own Shell by dutchie_1991: G. Would he know I’m staring at him? Maybe he can feel my eyes burning a hole in his back, staring at him, trying to figure out this complicated person he is inside.

Santas Elfen von Jessy01: P12. Ja auch im BAU wird Weihnachten gefeiert und natürlich wird es Geschenke geben, es gibt Geschenke, die nicht materiellen Wertes sind.

lost! Seeing Red by ros-myers-01: K. This time the case is personal as one by one the team members go missing. JJ/Reid

Serve and Protect, to by mabelreid: M. CSINY/Criminal Minds crossover: There are three people dead, few clues and now Peyton is missing and Flack has been shot. Enter Jason Gideon and his team of profilers can they save Peyton and catch a killer before it's too late.

She calls him Spence by mabelreid: T. JJ is taking a new job at FBI headquarters, will she and Reid resolve their relationship?

Sibling Rivalry by criminalmindscsinyfan87: T. So this is my second story and it is a Sequel to my story “what the hell were you thinking”. This is a definite Reid and JJ story that follows them through raising a two year old, work, and the new addition that is going to be arriving. WIP-7

Similarities by heartoutofstone: FRT. "...they also work the same job, a job that encourages strong relationships between co-workers. Not only because it’s hard to balance their personal lives with work, but because they get each other."

Sleeping Beauty by mabelreid: K+. Who said sleeping beauty has to be a princess? What if Reid were a prince, and cursed at birth by an evil wizard? Will a kiss be all it takes to wake him? Parody!

Sleepless Nights by mindless fear on fire: T. JJ and Reid fight their feelings for each other after Georgia. Where will they end up? A visit to the hospital?

Slide by ninhursaq: Adult. JJ's very convincing when she wants to be. Mild, informal d/s.

Smell of Desire by Mokyta: T. The desire burns between them and they can't wait. But what happen if...? JJ/Reid pairing.

Smile by rogueandkurt: K. This job gets to everyone eventually. Oneshot. JJ perspective, ReidCentric.

Some Assembly Required by kdzl: K+. How to deal with a genius.

Someday by LiaBelle: K. JJ and Spencer must get through a tragedy together.

Some Days by Masonjar: K. Some days, he remembers the pleasant blur that he felt with the drugs that Tobias put in him, and he feels the temptation to fall, again.

Something Wonderful by mabelreid: K. Sequel to how did this happen to me? It's hope's first Halloween and the BAU is having a party. How will the rest of the team deal with a baby in their midst?

Statistical Analysis by ninhursaq: Adult. Fingering. Dirty talk. (Well, Reid thinks he's talking dirty)

lost! Stumble by pinkforensics: K. Fluffy ficlet.

Stuck by andrea_ms: FRC. JJ, Reid and an elevator without power. So cliché.

lost! Sweet Sacrifice von Jessy01: P12. JJ nimmt Reid mit in das Landhaus ihrer verstorbenen Großmutter um urlaub zu machen, doch das Haus hat eine seltsame Aura und es geschehen seltsame Dinge, mit denen die zwei lernen müssen umzugehen.

Taking Action by mabelreid: T. Garcia is fed up with Reid and JJ's refusal to act on their feelings. She decides to take matters into her own hands which can only mean trouble.

Time well spent by mabelreid: T. Sequel to Wasted Days. JJ and Reid play a game on a lazy Sunday morning.

Trick or Treat by mabelreid: M. Reid is home alone of Halloween night, when a friend comes knocking at his door.

Trouble times two by mabelreid: K+. Sequel to A new Addition. The thirteen year old Reid twins use their talents to borrow something of Spencer’s to impress a girl, trouble ensues.

Turning 25 by heartoutofstone: K+. Describes the implied 'date' where they went to a football game. members

Undeniable Perfection by Mandy: PG. Simple set up for the long run.

Unspoken by ribbitjen23: M. Things unsaid. Secret lovers series.

lost! Untitled by gamechamp85: T. A secret shared between three BAU members threatens to come out when the past comes out to haunt two of them. The only thing is that it doesn't want to scare them. It wants them to pay with their life. WIP-1

Unverhoffter Besuch von Niviane: P12. Er war krank. Er hatte Fieber. Aber wie immer war er alleine.

Used to be so good at this by and dark skies: PG-13. JJ and Spencer have been sneaking around with each other on and off for sometime.

UPDATED! Vegas Effect, the by Shanna1: T. Sometimes a visit to Vegas happens to follow you home. JJ/Rreid WIP-101

Voyer, The by mabelreid: Spoilers for The Last Word JJ and Reid established relationship. Remember the camera in JJ's office? Someone is watching them late one night!

Warm by shawngf: T. JJ, Reid, Morgan and Prentiss enjoy a night in Las Vegas after the end of one of their cases.

Wasted Days by mabelreid: T. Dr Reid lies in a coma after being shot and jj learns the meaning of wasted days while waiting for him to awake.

Way it Should be, The by mabelreid: K. A tag for what could have happened at the end of Amplification if JJ's baby was Reid's instead of Will.

What a tangled web by mabelreid: T. A friend of Gideon's asks for help tracking a serial killer. But what does this killer have to do with Dr Reid?

What are you doing New Year's Eve? by tutorgirlml: T. A holiday oneshot, featuring Reid and JJ, and what happens when two people decide they don't want to ring in another new year alone...uses the lyrics from a classic holiday song to set the mood in the beginning.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas maybe by loralee2: M. Reid stays in Vegas after a case to visit his mother and Morgan invites himself, JJ and Emily along for the ride.

What lies within the heart of darkness by mabelreid: T. Sequel to How did this happen to me JJ has a happy family and life with Spencer and Hope, then a women is killed in the woods of Pennsylvania. now JJ must face the horrifying truth of her fear of the woods.

What the hell were you thinking by criminalmindscsinyfan87: T. My completely different take on derailed. This is a JJ/Reid oneshot and my very first attempt at writing ever.

Willkommen in meinem Leben von wuestenblume: P6. Es geht um Garcia und Morgan und JJ und Reid. Ihre Geschichten wie sie zusammen kommen und was noch alles passieren wird. Lasst euch überraschen. WIP-4.

Winter Moon, the by mabelreid: T. Sequel to What a tangled web. Teenage girls are disappearing in rural Kansas.

Wouldn't You Like To Know by lefty31289: T. What should have happened after the Redskin's game. WIP-7

Wrong for her by and dark skies: PG-13. jealousy.

You and me by mabelreid: K+. one shot song fic of the same title. jj/reid fluff.

Help is always appreciated! If you've seen a JJ/Reid fic that isn't listed here already, please comment below - thank you : )

Rating Table
G	K	FRC	P6
PG	K+	FRC	P6
PG-13	T	FRT	P12
R	M	FRM	P16
NC-17	MA	FRAO	P18
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Gay Rights

2006-10-05T06:37:46Z

Gay Rights
"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?" - Ernest Gaines

We would like to know who really believes in gay rights on LiveJournal. There is no bribe of a miracle or anything like that. If you truly believe in gay rights, then repost this and title the post as "GayRights". If you don't believe in gay rights, then just ignore this. Thanks.

Nachschlag (HG/GrW, 1/1)

2006-09-26T12:29:43Z

Titel: Nachschlag
Autor: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: -
Disclaimer: Mir gehört nix, JKR alles andere
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HG/GrW
Rating: PG
Genre/s: Romantik, Fluff
Inhalt: Wer glaubt auch noch an Liebe auf den ersten Blick?

Wann immer Hermione Granger an Ronald Weasley, den ersten richtigen Schwarm ihrer Jugend, dachte, überlief sie ein Schauer. In etwa so ein Schauer wie wenn ein junges ängstliches Mädel alleine durch einen unübersichtlichen Park nach Hause gehen musste, Gänsehaut inklusive. Der Typ war ein streitbarer Idiot, durch und durch, das war er immer noch. Doch das hatte sie nie gestört, da sie selbst ja auch keine Friedensnatur war. Zanken gehörte für sie zur Liebe dazu, der Vollständigkeit halber, und sie wollte jemanden, der sie nicht nur ertrug, sondern der auch mal unmöglich war.
Lange Zeit hatte Hermione davon jedoch keine Ahnung gehabt, bis Ron an ihr Interesse zu zeigen begann, unauffällig halt. Leider hielt das romantische Jahr nicht, was es zu Beginn versprochen hatte.
Hermione trug spärlich Lipgloss auf, die Lieblingsfarbe ihres Mannes.
Ein Kuss war schließlich nur ein Kuss, kein Heiratsantrag, aber auch kein Treuebruch gegenüber einer zukünftigen Liebe. Ron war in dieser Hinsicht eher kindisch gewesen, und von dem was sie noch von ihm hörte, war er es noch. Es versetzte ihr einen Stich, wenn sie sich in Erinnerung rief, wie er ihr diesen einen, unschuldigen Kuss mitunter heimzahlen wollte. Die Eifersucht, die sie zuerst verspürt hatte, legte sich schnell, und bald war sie nur noch eins: enttäuscht.
Hermione hatte, für eine kurze Weile zumindest, wirklich gedacht, sie und Ron wären "für einander bestimmt", was auch immer das heißen möge. Jetzt wusste sie jedoch, dass man sich das Schicksal nicht herbeiwünschen konnte, sondern es sich erkämpften musste.
Sie lächelte ihrem Spiegelbild entgegen. George war zwar eine Überraschung gewesen, dafür aber eine überaus angenehme.
-Ende-

Der Tag der toten Ente

2006-09-25T14:24:18Z

Es ist einmal kein freudiger Anlass, dass ich mein Livejournal benutze. Vorige Woche verstarb ein sehr netter (ehemaliger) Lehrer meiner Schwester mitten im Unterricht an einem Herzinfarkt. Ich weiß, Lehrer sind selten sehr beliebt, aber ich mochte sie meistens. Eine meiner Hauptschullehrerinnen verstarb während ich sie noch in Deutsch hatte. Eines Tages, zufälligerweise mit dem Datum der ersten Schularbeit konform beginnend, kam sie einfach nicht mehr. Wochen später erfuhren wir, dass sie an Krebs erkrankt war, aber dass es ihr jetzt schon besser ging. Ich erinnere mich, dass sie die Schule und unsere Klasse einmal besuchen kam, als es ihr Gesundheitszustand zuließ. Das Kopftuch, das sie wegen ihrer Chemotherapie trug, war schrecklich. Eine Woche später hieß es, sie hätte einen Rückfall gehabt und sei verstorben.
Es ist schon eine ungerechte Sache, dass wir Menschen als einzige wissen, dass wir sterben werden. Ich persönlich könnte gut ohne dieses Wissen auskommen.

Sometimes (AI/IY, 1/1)

2006-09-22T13:55:08Z

Title: Sometimes
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Shimizu-sama everything else
Fandom: Love Mode
Pairing/Main-Chara: AI/IY
Rating: PG
Genre/s: Romance, General
Summary: Sometimes Izumi wonders about the coincidences that formed his life.
Warning: 110-word Drabble

"Sometimes I wonder what would have happened were I not sick," Izumi whispered late one night. "Would I still know you?"
"Sure thing," Arashi said. "Why shouldn't you?"
"I don't know... It is merely a thought." Izumi paused, snuggling closer to his beloved. "I wonder if I'd love you if you hadn't worked for Jiisan over the holidays..."
"I'm rather lovable, you know. I'm sure you'd have found a way to fall in love with me even if we hadn't met." He twirled Izumi's shortened locks on one finger. "You are, too..."
"Am what?" Izumi asked. He looked up from his comfy position on Arashi's chest.
"Lovable," Arashi grinned. "Aishiteru."
-End-

Sixty-Eight (HP/DM, 1/1)

2006-09-22T13:54:09Z

Title: Sixty-Eight
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Genre/s: Romance (Slash), Lemon
Summary: 69-ing is more difficult than it sounds.
A/N: This has been written ages ago. Due to personal reasons, this might very well be the last NC-17 fic of mine.

"Just be careful," Draco pleaded with his mouth full of cock, "this is precious Malfoy equipment you've got between your teeth, you know."

"I know," Harry replied not carefully, thus scraping his teeth across his husband's stiff member. "Sorry."

"Ouch!" Draco winced, then bit back in revenge. "That hurt!"

Harry bit down on his wince, not his significant other. He let go of his lover's erection and hoisted his chest up. "Do you want to stop?"

Draco made a thoughtful face, suckling slowly. "69-ing was your idea," he mumbled, the vibrations sending shivers up Harry's spine.

Harry gasped. "Yes... but you made no secret out of the fact that you don't care for it..." he wheezed.

"That's right," Draco replied with a luscious gaze upwards, "but I rather like seeing how it turned out."

Harry snickered, taking his lover into his mouth again. Draco had always been the more visually responsive of them; which was a sure way to convince him to try it at least once, despite his fear for his Malfoy Jewels. Now he was game, though, Harry noted with satisfaction – and set out to satisfy him properly, too.

Lips wrapped tightly around each other, it felt like some sort of competition: Who made whom come earlier? Who made whom moan loader? Who made whom lose control completely? It was the sort of competition they were made for. Draco loved driving his lover nuts, and Harry loved besting Draco.

He stayed hovering above the blond, working his tongue, lips and throat, spurned on by the way his lover was sucking him towards oblivion. Draco used his fingers to fondle his lover's arse, prying his cheeks apart every so often to catch a glimpse of his favourite sheath. Harry, on the other hand, was busy holding up his weight on shaky elbows. All he could do was dig his nails into Draco's thighs, which he knew the blond loved.

Draco thrust up into Harry's mouth, when he felt the suction intensify. His balls drew tight to his body, no matter how hard he sought to postpone his reaction. Harry's presence alone was making his libido do somersaults...

He couldn't help it. Even sinking his teeth into his lips would do no good right now.

With the last suck Draco came undone – and bit down. Again.

Harry was still cradling his sore bits half an hour later. He was glaring daggers at Draco's shadowy silhouette, which cured him not in the least. "You actually bit me," he repeated for the tenth time. "Hungry, were you?" Who was hyper afraid that his balls might fall off if Harry lost control? Wasn't that the same one who tried to eat him?

"No," the blond said in a small voice, "I'm sorry..."

"And here I thought you were the one overly concerned with getting their dick bitten off..." Harry mused on, not really originally.

Draco ducked his head. "I couldn't control it!"

"I didn't know you cared that much for sausages. I could've made some for you for breakfast later." Harry was in such a mood, he couldn't stop his stupid jokes anymore.

"I don't..." Draco hissed, tired of the game.

"Could've fooled me."

"Ha-ha."

Harry paused. "Okay, that was my last jibe," he said generously.

"Fan-bloody-tastic," his husband deadpanned.

Harry squeezed him, spooning him from behind. "Oh, wait, one last one-"

"Oh, spare me..."

Harry ignored the interruption. "I know I'm good enough to eat, but next time try to be a bit more considerate concerning our family planning, yes?"

Draco blushed at the nudging. "Yeah, yeah..."

-End-

Homecoming (SS/RL, 1/1)

2006-09-22T13:48:42Z

Title: Homecoming
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Beta-Reader: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: SS/RL
Rating: NC-17
Genre/s: Romance (Slash), Lemon
Summary: Home sweet home. Pure PWP.
A/N: This has been written ages ago. Due to personal reasons, this might very well be the last NC-17 fic of mine.

The first thrust felt like coming home after a long, strenuous journey. Severus pushed deeper, nudging himself as close as possible inside his mate. Remus grunted, unused to the intrusion after such a long separation.

"I missed you," he moaned in between forceful thrusts. Severus didn't give him the chance to acquire his breath back. "And fuck did I miss this-" He blushed at his own daring words, and pulled the other, now smirking, man down to snog him hello as well as to close his own mouth, lest he embarrass himself even further.

"I'll have to leave early in the morning again," Severus said softly. "Which is why I wanted to use every minute to its fullest."

Potential consequences of this next trip remained unspoken. The lovers rather focused on their already rare lovemaking bouts. Now they enjoyed it all they could, not thinking that this might be their last chance.

Severus thrust up into his lover as hard as he could, and Remus needn't be told even once to respond in equal measure. He was nearing his cycle, which made him responsive for the rougher side of bonding. When he bit down on Severus' neck, he felt his pulse race, calling out to him. Later, Remus soothed the skin with quick licks.

Severus propped himself up on his elbows, and Remus ran his hands down the other's body, stopping at his own throbbing erection. Wrapping two sweaty palms around himself, Remus tugged and pulled in sync with Severus' thrusts. The double stimulation quickly became too much – and with a stifled groan Remus groan came – all over his fists and Severus' chest.

"Don't keep me waiting too long," Remus said later.

"I won't."

-End-

Top Commenters

2006-07-17T09:03:11Z

Seen at laineys_garden ^^

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Sex fLaws

2006-07-14T12:20:29Z

Okay, so what if my mind's centering on one topic at the moment? After I heard that in Washington, there's only one legal sex position, missionary, I had to investigate strange laws in more depth. Here's what I came up with:

Sex Practices
Sex in the progressive 1890's, USA
Mosaic Taboos, oh god no...
Against the Laws, Montana: A law bans all sexual activity between nude members of the opposite sex in the front garden of a home after sundown. Darn.
Strange US Sex Laws, In Bakersfield, California, anyone having intercourse with Satan must use a condom. I second that!
More Strange Laws, Women aren't allowed to wear patent-leather shoes in Cleveland, Ohio- a man might see the reflection of something "he oughtn't!" Aha.
Sex Related Laws and Cases. Washington state has a law against having sex with a virgin... even on her/his wedding night. Eh?

Sex in Figures

2006-07-11T12:11:08Z

Summer time is bikini time - and what a better way to feel more comfortable in one than spending more quality time with your significant other?
Here are some funny/helpfull links that show you how effective sex can be, for the mood and for the figure:

Here you can calculate your average calorie consumptions, calculated by minutes and based on age, weight, height and gender.
Then there is the humorous detailed table of how much calories you lose when you undress her with or without her consent, for instance.
This is a compilation of what sex is good for.

Two of the links are in German, but they're still useful.

Bluntly (HP/DM, 1/1)

2006-07-10T06:34:22Z

Title: Bluntly
Author: MajinSakuko
E-Mail: MajinSakuko@yahoo.de
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JKR everything else
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing/Main-Chara: HP/DM
Rating: NC-17
Genre/s: Romance
Summary: Harry makes him feel - blunt? Pure PWP.
A/N: The used lyrics are ~~James Blunt's~~ Darren Hayes' and now my pun doesn't work anymore...
Thanks to laineys_garden for the correction!

Harry was licking a path down his chest and after the second nip Draco couldn't breathe anymore. It was about the way Harry was sliding his lips across his heated skin, the way rough hands gripped his hips, thus preventing him from writhing. Something was bubbling in Draco's chest, and with every moment Harry was inching lower, it gained momentum on its way up.

"Darling," Draco squealed when his mate's lips finally enclosed around one of his nipples and applied suction. It wasn't enough, as it never was, since there were places that mouth would feel even better.
Clenching his eyes shut, Draco felt teeth worrying his left nipple none-too-gently where his formerly neglected nipple was treated to gentle twisting and pulling.

Draco let out a choked gurgle, pushing his aching loins up as far as it was possible into the crouching body above his. That's when he felt it: the lips tightly wrapped around his prickling nipple were stretching into a smirk - bastard!

Draco could have cried out at that moment, both out of ire and ecstasy, since a questing hand had just sought and found his tightened balls. "You know..." he gasped.

Harry hummed in agreement.

Draco went cross-eyed, partly because of the humming sensation that got transported right from his belly button (which was being conveniently caressed) to his cock and back, and partly because, well, he knew that Harry knew that Draco himself was putty in his lover's hands. No surprise, therefore, that Harry took so much pleasure in torturing the Slytherin once in a while. This was going to be one of the worse times, Draco was afraid. And Draco was usually right...

He wasn't surprised when Harry took his sweet time to lave too much attention on his lower belly, just a few millimetres short of where he really needed it. The Slytherin's cock was jutting out towards Harry's luscious mouth, pulsating with helpless frustration. And still, Draco knew that when his mate finally listened to his wordless pleas, it would be well worth it.

Draco received his confirmation when the only pair of lips that had ever tasted him wrapped themselves around the head of his leaking erection, causing his hips to jerk up in the vain attempt to bury itself deeper in that heavenly warmth. Harry would have none of it, though. He was the one in control, carrying the power to let Draco come whenever he wanted.

And that he would come, Draco knew. He felt the telltale tightening in his balls, the sheer unbearable throbbing in his shaft, announcing the inevitable.

Harry was massaging the base of his erection now and started sucking him in earnest, drawing curvy lines with his tongue on every upward motion.

Draco's chest was heaving with every panting breath. He wanted to tell his lover how much he loved it, how much he *needed* it, even, but he couldn't. The words were stuck in his throat, unable to move past the lump that built every time Harry was with him.

When his bubble finally burst, however, and his cock started shooting streams of pearly liquid down Harry's throat, the lump also came loose.

"You make me feel..."

And then Draco came undone. He screwed his eyes shut, arched his back, while every muscle in his body drew tight and his toes dug down into the mattress on either side of his lover.

It was to this sight that Harry looked up, licking the last stray droplets of cum from Draco's spent cock.

"So beautiful," he whispered in awe.

-End-

What Women Want

2006-07-07T13:08:00Z

Why should I ask men for that...? All it results in is this, and that's more than enough. Thank you very much.
*rubs forehead* Of course, there are no tips how to manipulate your man. Women aren't DOGS!
Sex scenes to reenact? From Team America? *facepalms*
ETA: And I like facts about sex, a lot. Except the last point. Mais chacun à son goût ^^