Hello there my faithful readers. J No, it's not the eigth part of my story; this is actually a fanfic that I wrote based on the SISF (self-insertion smut fics) that the Skewed Believers have been posting on their webpage. Seeing them, I was like, "Hey, if the SB'ers can write one, then why can't a SABER?" So here is my first go at it. For you people lookin' for smut though, there's none in here (sorry.)
Anyways, y'all know the deal; Profiler and the kick-ass characters from that show are owned by NBC / Court TV and Saunder/Moses Productions. Disturbed owns their song called 'Down With the Sickness'.
Writer's Block
"Goddamn it," I mutter, crumpling up another piece of paper and aiming it at the trash can. Perfect shot. "Two points, and the crowd goes wild," I smile faintly before returning to my story in progress.
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The Fragile Pt.8
With my green eyes hidden behind the Ray-Bans I decided to pick up before I left for Atlanta, I watch the road pass by.
My driver, Agent Michael Miller, is a little afraid of me. I have that effect on most people when they realize just who or what I am.
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"C'mon, Dana…what would you do…" I tap my pen in frustration against the notebook, trying to think of a way I could bring in one of my own characters into the Profiler universe without making her out to be totally stupid. Hoping that maybe some music would help, I turn on my CD player and listen to Disturbed.
"Drowning deep in a sea of longing
Broken your servant I kneel
(Will you give in to me)
It seems what's left of my human side is slowly changing in me
(Will you give in to me)
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
No, there is no turning back now
You've woken up the demon in me…"
"Good song," A voice suddenly states from my bedroom door. I can smell the faint aroma of cigarette smoke.
"You think so, huh Jack?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Yes I do…It will fit your character most nicely, don't you think? You're making her out to be some kind of a freak of nature that goes after people like me, right?"
"Well ya, but…what the fuck are you doing here?" Jack laughs softly.
"I seem to be hearing that a lot recently."
"You're not like gonna kill me or something, right? Because that would really suck…I have an exam in my Drugs and Behavior class tomorrow that I really need to pass."
"I thought you were going into Criminology."
"Well I am but I needed a class to take during the winter, and why are you trying to change the subject?" He laughs softly again.
"No, Icequeen, I'm not here to kill you. Just to help you out with that writer's block you appear to be having." I don't even bother asking him how he knew one of my handles.
"Well I've read how you've 'helped' the Skewed Believers there, pal," I reply sarcastically. "That kind of help I don't need, thank you very much."
"Why not?" He leans up against my bedroom wall and lights up another cigarette, and I can faintly make out the scent of Rose Oil.
"Because one, I ain't interested. Two, your almost old enough to be my frigging dad, and three, I'm a SABER. I find the idea of you and Sam together absolutely revolting, when everyone knows she should be together with Bailey."
"I can't believe you just said that," Jack says, his feelings apparently hurt.
"What can I say? Robin and the rest are your faithful. You don't need me."
"But it has been noted in some certain message boards that you have some of the makings of a Skewed Believer, Icequeen. Do you deny that?"
"What is this, a trial?" Jack only smiled, and I answered his question. "No, counselor," I reply, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "I do not recall ever denying the fact that I have a fairly wide mean streak inside of me. Now can I get off the stand and continue writing my story?"
"I suppose so."
"Thank you." I lower my hand to the page and begin to write once more.
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~ A freak ~ A voice laughs in my head. ~ Just like the KoRn song, you're a Freak on a Leash! ~
~ Shut up ~ I think back, and the voice disappears. With a sigh, I wish for the millionth time that my partner had been able to join me. But he had his divorce to go through, and that was far more important.
~ You should have Passed Judgement on her, Dana, ~ The voice whispers again, and I shiver slightly. ~ You know she deserves it ~
~ Shut up or I'll take Jack out without your help ~ I snarl silently in the darkest corners of my mind.
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"Your character is going to catch me?" Jack says, his eyebrows lifted. "Dana's gonna get me?"
"I haven't decided yet," I reply wearily. "Right now I'm just trying to merge my own version of Profiler with the real version of Profiler without making me look like a total fucking idiot."
"I'm sure you'll do fine," He whispers, and my hair stands up on the back of my head as I turn to stare into his glittering icy blue eyes.
"Sorry Jack, but as I told you, I'm unaffected by your serial-killer magnetism. Now why don't you shoo and go bug some of the Believers or something, or go say hi to Robin. She just posted a new story on Fanfiction.net, and I'm sure she'll love to hear from you again." Calmly, I shove him out my bedroom door, with him protesting all the way. "Oh yeah, thanks for your help Jack. Maybe I'll be able to continue my story now after all."
Snorting loudly, I open my eyes and glance at my watch. 6:00 PM is what it says, and I find myself pondering what a weird dream I just had when I open up my door, and look down onto the hallway floor. My face pales as I slowly back into my bedroom, not being able to take my eyes off the stunning red rose left there.
"Oh…shit…"
