A/N: Hello, Gone lovers! I'm sorry I haven't posted in a while---these aren't my best Drabbles, but I had them all written up in my notebook and thought I'd post for once. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Gone…-weeps over lack of slash-

Dedication: To LittleMissProngs, frogandwoodfan, and Bwisit. Thanks for the reviews! Just one thing…I have no idea what yours says, Bwisit. None. If you could just write a new review or PM me the translation, I'd be happy to read it…I really do enjoy reading and understanding all of my lovely reviews…

Note: The last Drabble was requested by ARandomBlonde. Thanks for all the great suggestions! You rock, girl.

Behind locked doors:

Jack opens the door to his room; his hair ruffled from sleep, his eyes blurry. In front of him stands Diana; midnight pools of eyes follow his every move.

"Caine wants to see you."

"Oh," Jack yawns. "Right now?"

"Well, actually, not for another hour. Can I come in?"

Before Jack can even think of denying Diana entrance, she has swept in, closed the door, and turned the lock.

And again:

Diana gasps, waking with her heart trying to escape her chest. She closes her eyes, regaining her composure, before turning to glance apologetically at the girl by her side.

"I'm sorry," Diana whispers. "That one was bad. Do you want to me to leave?"

Orsay, starting straight ahead with emotionless eyes, says, "No. I enjoy watching your dreams…especially your nightmares."

After shuddering, Diana closes her eyes once more.

Words:

Sam turns over once again, his hands clenching into fists, his eyes glaring straight ahead. Guilt, want, hurt; these feelings fill him like poison.

Two arms snake around his waist. Creamy lips trace patterns on his neck and cheeks.

"What's wrong?" a seductive voice asks.

"Everything," Sam replies shortly. "I already have Astrid…I shouldn't need anything more, want anyone else."

She sighs. "You've been telling yourself that for weeks, Sam. Does it do any good? Do those words change your mind?"

Sam turns over, facing the girl lying beside him.

"No, Diana, they don't."

Deal with the devil:

"I won't let you hurt them."

Mary stands bravely before Drake, her hands shaking. He's holding his whip above one of her kids, the coyotes crowding him, looking for fresh meat. She can't stand it. He's thinking of hurting one of her kids. The kids she'd sworn to protect and serve. No way. No way in hell.

Drake lowers his whip, his eyes ablaze like fire. He grabs her arm and drags her over to a corner of the Daycare. John protests, but is held back by a snarling Pack Leader. Somewhere, frightened, Isabella cries into her hands.

"You trying to get yourself killed?" Drake growls into her ear. His breath is sour and his nails dig into her arm. Mary begins to hyperventilate.

"I won't let you hurt my kids," she gasps.

Drake leans in close; so close she can see the whites of his stone-cold eyes. They seem to pierce her soul.

"Alright, have it your way Mary. But remember this; if you make a deal with the devil, he always comes to collect." Drake winds his whip around her waist, letting it linger on her hips and chest. Mary is close to tears.

"I know."

"Fine, then." Drake removes the whip and releases the trembling girl. "It's your life, Baby Mama."

He walks away with a new confidence.

With tears unshed, she follows.

I hope you all enjoyed, because I'm about to do something dangerous—something no one suspects or has tried to do before…

I'm going to ask people to suggest OC pairings. That's right, people; if you've got an OC in a story in the Gone fandom and want me to write a drabble about him/her, I'm gonna do it. My only rules are that you specify what kind of pairing—friendship, siblings, romance, ect. You must also be the author to suggest the OC—I don't want to start a war, here.

So, please, suggest away! I'm ready for the chaos that will surely ensue. –cue ominous music-