1 Divinity Stones
1.1 By: Melanie Rhudy
The bridge is damp and cold during the long winter months. If you sit on the stone long enough the snow melts and the seat of your pants gets wet. This bridge is were young people go to find love during the spring and summer; but the ridge is lonely during the winter.
*
The Doctor stood there watching the time rotor rise and fall in the middle of the TARDIS console. Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric stood around the console. Adric was preparing himself for the lecture that he knew he was going to get for doing something wrong that he had done on impulse. Although the Doctor often did things on impulse and allowed himself to get into trouble that never stopped him from lecturing Adric on what he should and should not do. This irritated Adric. Sometimes there was nothing he could do to please the Doctor and sometimes he did not handle this frustration well.
Tegan and Nyssa did not wish to hear the Doctor fight with Adric again so they sighed shook their heads and left. Adric knew what they were going to talk about to; they were going to talk about how he was a bad boy and that he should be more careful before he hurt himself.
Before the Doctor had a chance to yell at him he stomped off into his room to calm himself. That's when the whole TARDIS began to shake violently.
He ran back into the console room to find three very angry faces staring at him.
"What did you do to the TARDIS Adric?" The Doctor yelled angrily over the crashing of furniture and statues.
"What, I didn't do anything to it." He answered even more angrily.
"Yes you did Adric. When you disrupted the signals from the alien ship you knock everything out of alignment." The Doctor Ignored him so he could concentrate on repairing the damage. When the shaking subsided and the time rotor stopped he shoved the door control lever forward and ran out as far as he could go until his lungs ran out.
Tegan and Nyssa started to run after him when the Doctor stepped in front of them. "Let him go. He'll come back when he's ready."
*
It was cold. Adric stopped at the bridge. He leaned against the side and bent over double to put his hands on his knees. Just a soon as he caught his breath, he thought, he would walk around to get warm. He could have done something to the TARDIS but he could not think of what he could have done.
He would not worry about it now. He'd just go back later and apologize for what ever he had done. First he wanted to look around here for a minute. It was a pretty place. There was no need to go back now especially since he knew that the Doctor was only going to lecture him.
He drew himself upright and turned so he faced the river. The river was not very large but it was too big to be call a creek. The sides were frozen and the snow piled up on the ice. He forgot about being cold and just stared at the water. Everything was white from the snow. It was easily the most beautiful earth winter he had ever seen.
Adric was still seething with anger toward the Doctor but it was slowly starting to subside as he began to become more aware of the beauty of his surroundings. It was obvious that he was at a park on a bridge but as he looked closer to were he was he could see more than just the night but the snow as it swirled down to the ground and softly hit the ground.
Beyond the swirling masses of snow he could make out lights against the dark sky. He became aware that he was cold and only got the slightest thought of "maybe they can help me" before he collapsed to the ground.
One of the greatest things that had ever happened to Hermione is that she had been accepted to teach her favorite subject at Hogwarts. Since the death of the much loved Albus Dumbledoor, Minerva had taken the responsibility of headmistress.
Though she had been very sad for the passing of Dumbledoor, because he had not been able to see peace in the wizarding world when he died and because he was one of the most decent people she had ever known, she was happy that she was to be able to take on the responsibilities of Head Of Gryphindor. Minerva had of course offered her counseling if ever she needed it and she was of course grateful.
Hermione patrolled the hallways. Snape, Filch, and the prefects that were helping them had already gone to bed, seeing how it was 1:13 in the morning, and left her to walk to her room alone. Hermione was very tired from walking around the halls and was ready to go to bed as well. She wouldn't sleep she knew b/c of the potion she had taken earlier to keep her awake but it would make her feel better knowing that she was in there in the room with her soft cat and cozy fire.
She was just about to leave the dining hall leading off from the dining area when she heard a crash of armour a short down way along the hall. Dismissing the noise as just another prank being played by peeves she continued down the hallway in the opposite direction of the crash to avoid a confrontation by peeves.
She screamed as a ruff hand grabbed her arm and shoved her into an alcove just inside the hallway and slammed her into the wall. The air in her lungs was knocked out and she gasped for breath. A strong hand slapped her hard across her face and she fell to the ground weeping. The pain seared through her head making her only slightly aware of the sound of ripping fabric.
She felt the cold of the night air as her robes were torn from hr body leaving her only in her bra and underwear. She began to cry but when she got to the point of hysterics she received a sharp blow across the face. The harshness in his touch softened and this scared her.
He lifted he against the wall and he steadied her. She's quite a beautiful young lady, he thought, to bad I have to kill her. He lifted her against the wall and steadied her. She yanked off his hood and came face to face with a Death Eater's mask. A low sort of whimper came into her throat and she opened her mouth to scream but was cut short as she felt the hot sting of a hand whisk across her face.
"Don't scream. You know a raping can be so much more pleasurable if the victim just sits back and takes it." He gently lifted his finger to her face and wiped a trickle of blood from her swollen lip. He brought the blood sodden finger up to the mask he wore and lifted it half way so that he could bring his head down to kiss her full on the lips. He felt her hesitate. " Open your sweet mouth to me" he bent down again to kiss her but she still refused. He swiftly took her chin into his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. She whimpered and parted her lips slightly. He delved his tongue into her mouth and tasted the sweet peppermint on her.
Hermione was also well aware of his mouth and what it tasted like. It tasted like alcohol and bad attempt to cover it up with a spell, but that only made it taste worse. It reminded her of sprite and carrots.
His lips were soft on her at first but slowly began to get hungrier as he slammed his lips against hers and delved more passionately into her mouth. It hurt, was all Hermione could think of. The tears that she had been fighting to suppress were now flowing down her cheeks like little rivulets. He pulled away at the feel of her heaving chest against his. He lifted again his hand to her cheek and wiped away a tear.
A/N : I thought it would be good to put together the best of the British brain children. I know I know some of you may think that this is a bad thing but I have this obsession with British stuff and I just thought that it was a good mix. Enjoy.
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1.1 By: Melanie Rhudy
The bridge is damp and cold during the long winter months. If you sit on the stone long enough the snow melts and the seat of your pants gets wet. This bridge is were young people go to find love during the spring and summer; but the ridge is lonely during the winter.
*
The Doctor stood there watching the time rotor rise and fall in the middle of the TARDIS console. Tegan, Nyssa, and Adric stood around the console. Adric was preparing himself for the lecture that he knew he was going to get for doing something wrong that he had done on impulse. Although the Doctor often did things on impulse and allowed himself to get into trouble that never stopped him from lecturing Adric on what he should and should not do. This irritated Adric. Sometimes there was nothing he could do to please the Doctor and sometimes he did not handle this frustration well.
Tegan and Nyssa did not wish to hear the Doctor fight with Adric again so they sighed shook their heads and left. Adric knew what they were going to talk about to; they were going to talk about how he was a bad boy and that he should be more careful before he hurt himself.
Before the Doctor had a chance to yell at him he stomped off into his room to calm himself. That's when the whole TARDIS began to shake violently.
He ran back into the console room to find three very angry faces staring at him.
"What did you do to the TARDIS Adric?" The Doctor yelled angrily over the crashing of furniture and statues.
"What, I didn't do anything to it." He answered even more angrily.
"Yes you did Adric. When you disrupted the signals from the alien ship you knock everything out of alignment." The Doctor Ignored him so he could concentrate on repairing the damage. When the shaking subsided and the time rotor stopped he shoved the door control lever forward and ran out as far as he could go until his lungs ran out.
Tegan and Nyssa started to run after him when the Doctor stepped in front of them. "Let him go. He'll come back when he's ready."
*
It was cold. Adric stopped at the bridge. He leaned against the side and bent over double to put his hands on his knees. Just a soon as he caught his breath, he thought, he would walk around to get warm. He could have done something to the TARDIS but he could not think of what he could have done.
He would not worry about it now. He'd just go back later and apologize for what ever he had done. First he wanted to look around here for a minute. It was a pretty place. There was no need to go back now especially since he knew that the Doctor was only going to lecture him.
He drew himself upright and turned so he faced the river. The river was not very large but it was too big to be call a creek. The sides were frozen and the snow piled up on the ice. He forgot about being cold and just stared at the water. Everything was white from the snow. It was easily the most beautiful earth winter he had ever seen.
Adric was still seething with anger toward the Doctor but it was slowly starting to subside as he began to become more aware of the beauty of his surroundings. It was obvious that he was at a park on a bridge but as he looked closer to were he was he could see more than just the night but the snow as it swirled down to the ground and softly hit the ground.
Beyond the swirling masses of snow he could make out lights against the dark sky. He became aware that he was cold and only got the slightest thought of "maybe they can help me" before he collapsed to the ground.
One of the greatest things that had ever happened to Hermione is that she had been accepted to teach her favorite subject at Hogwarts. Since the death of the much loved Albus Dumbledoor, Minerva had taken the responsibility of headmistress.
Though she had been very sad for the passing of Dumbledoor, because he had not been able to see peace in the wizarding world when he died and because he was one of the most decent people she had ever known, she was happy that she was to be able to take on the responsibilities of Head Of Gryphindor. Minerva had of course offered her counseling if ever she needed it and she was of course grateful.
Hermione patrolled the hallways. Snape, Filch, and the prefects that were helping them had already gone to bed, seeing how it was 1:13 in the morning, and left her to walk to her room alone. Hermione was very tired from walking around the halls and was ready to go to bed as well. She wouldn't sleep she knew b/c of the potion she had taken earlier to keep her awake but it would make her feel better knowing that she was in there in the room with her soft cat and cozy fire.
She was just about to leave the dining hall leading off from the dining area when she heard a crash of armour a short down way along the hall. Dismissing the noise as just another prank being played by peeves she continued down the hallway in the opposite direction of the crash to avoid a confrontation by peeves.
She screamed as a ruff hand grabbed her arm and shoved her into an alcove just inside the hallway and slammed her into the wall. The air in her lungs was knocked out and she gasped for breath. A strong hand slapped her hard across her face and she fell to the ground weeping. The pain seared through her head making her only slightly aware of the sound of ripping fabric.
She felt the cold of the night air as her robes were torn from hr body leaving her only in her bra and underwear. She began to cry but when she got to the point of hysterics she received a sharp blow across the face. The harshness in his touch softened and this scared her.
He lifted he against the wall and he steadied her. She's quite a beautiful young lady, he thought, to bad I have to kill her. He lifted her against the wall and steadied her. She yanked off his hood and came face to face with a Death Eater's mask. A low sort of whimper came into her throat and she opened her mouth to scream but was cut short as she felt the hot sting of a hand whisk across her face.
"Don't scream. You know a raping can be so much more pleasurable if the victim just sits back and takes it." He gently lifted his finger to her face and wiped a trickle of blood from her swollen lip. He brought the blood sodden finger up to the mask he wore and lifted it half way so that he could bring his head down to kiss her full on the lips. He felt her hesitate. " Open your sweet mouth to me" he bent down again to kiss her but she still refused. He swiftly took her chin into his hand and gave it a quick squeeze. She whimpered and parted her lips slightly. He delved his tongue into her mouth and tasted the sweet peppermint on her.
Hermione was also well aware of his mouth and what it tasted like. It tasted like alcohol and bad attempt to cover it up with a spell, but that only made it taste worse. It reminded her of sprite and carrots.
His lips were soft on her at first but slowly began to get hungrier as he slammed his lips against hers and delved more passionately into her mouth. It hurt, was all Hermione could think of. The tears that she had been fighting to suppress were now flowing down her cheeks like little rivulets. He pulled away at the feel of her heaving chest against his. He lifted again his hand to her cheek and wiped away a tear.
A/N : I thought it would be good to put together the best of the British brain children. I know I know some of you may think that this is a bad thing but I have this obsession with British stuff and I just thought that it was a good mix. Enjoy.
I I I I I I I I I I I I I \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / REVIEW \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \ I / \I/