A/N: Hey, people of Gone! It's me, Caris. Okay, so here's the run-down: Tomorrow, February 25th I will be leaving for a two week vacation in Europe. No internet. This means that the Drabbles will be the last thing I update before leaving. I know, I know, you all feel so honored, right? Anyway, what you can expect upon my return is an update of Um, Poof? and a new oneshot for Hyperactive Lioness. Seriously, I am so sorry for not getting it out before I leave…I just didn't have time! So, to make up for that suckishness on my part, I will leave you a preview just as you did for me!

Dedication: To Zypher teh Geekaziod, cheenyoo, and thebabygurl93. Especially you, baby girl. You gave me my first flame! Yay! *gets pathetically excited over said flame*

Disclaimer: Guys, if I owned Gone I would have had Caine and Drake make-out in book one. They haven't, so I don't. However, if you do see Caine thinking gushy thoughts about said psychopath, know that I have taken over Michael Grant's brain for my own devious purposes.

Note: These Drabbles will be separated into two sections: the pre-FAYZ Drabbles and the Preview Drabbles. The pre-FAYZ Drabbles were suggested by ARandomBlonde and Miss Rouge Apple, while the other two are my previews for Lioness. Enjoy!

Pre-FAYZ Drabbles!

Little flower:

Dekka is sweating, her hands trembling, her eyes dilated. She pants hard and finally lowers her arms.

"I can't do it anymore, Caine," she whispers. "I'm too tired." She slumps against the wall, falling like a feather.

Caine scoops her up into his arms, one soft cheek resting against his shoulder. He's pushed her too hard; worn her out.

He carries her to her room and lays her on her bed. She looks delicate and crumpled.

"Good night, Little Flower," Caine whispers, kissing her forehead.

Because that's what she is. A lovely little flower, waiting to be crushed.

English, please:

"Orc, won't you even try to listen to me?" Orc glances up at the girl before him. Astrid is frowning, her blue eyes frustrated, her fingers resting on the math book between them. She is trying to teach him about polynomials, whatever those are.

There are days that Orc thinks that Astrid speaks a separate language. She talks and explains, but her words are like exotic music; beautiful and unknown.

But still. She is there every day, trying to teach Orc, never giving up or going away. This lovely, intelligent girl believes in him.

And that is the reason Orc takes the book back again and says, "Sure, I'll give it another shot."

Preview Drabbles!

What do you want from me?:

I open the door to the mayor's office with a slam. I'm flaming mad at the boy who sits so casually in the swivel chair before me. I point an accusing finger at Caine.

"Orc killed Bouncing Bette," I hiss. "He murdered her in cold blood and he's still out there, free. What's the matter with you? Why are you just sitting there? Do something! Why won't you—" I'm cut off when Caine rises, his eyes glinting with cold fury.

"What exactly do you expect me to do about it, huh? Hold a trial? Put him in prison? Exile him? God, Astrid, what do you want from me?!" We stand in stunned silence for a moment before I hang my head.

"I don't know, Caine," I whisper, "I don't know."

And I really don't, even as he puts his arms around me, comforting, and tells me that he'll try harder, that everything will be okay.

Stalker:

I don't think of myself as a stalker. After all, Caine was the one who asked me to keep an eye on Sam. Better than getting patrol duty with Drake, he said. I agreed.

But now, as I watch him, I can't help but feel creepy. Like a peeping Tom. I guess it's because I take my job a little too seriously. For instance, now; Sam's at home, lying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. His shirt is off, and I can't help but take a quick peek at his bare chest. Just a small one.

And now he's standing, walking toward the window. Crap. I duck and hide in the bushes, hoping he won't see me. He stands at the window sill, grinning.

"I'm going to make some pasta for dinner," he announces. "You're welcome to join me, Diana." My cheeks burn as he closes the window and walks into the kitchen.

And then I pick up my pride and follow him in.

And now…and extra Drabble! Yay! This one is an idea for a new story that I've been thinking about writing. Know that it won't be out until I finish at least one of my continuous stories, whether it be on the Gone site or the Max Ride site, is completed. Please enjoy, and review on it! I want to see if this story is worth writing or not, and your input always helps!

Ice Angel:

"Drake." The Ice Angel whispers his name like it is a sweet and desired chocolate. She presses herself against him, hot breath on his sanguine colored cheeks. Drake's panting breath hitches as she spreads herself over him, just like wings. Yes, just like butterfly wings. They cocoon him in her sticky web, shutting out the rest of the world, trapping him in her.

The scent of lilacs is in the air. It is too sweet, too much, and makes Drake want to hurl. He wants to pull away. To scream. But he can't. He is trapped, frozen, like ice.

Frozen like ice yet burning like fire.

"Drake," Ice Angel whispers again. The world spins, burns, freezes, and then is painfully still.

A/N: And that's all folks! I hope you enjoyed. Please R&R, and include your comments about the last Drabble. I'd love to hear your theories/ ideas about my upcoming (eventually) story. Peace!