LONG FICTION

Catapult -- Hanson, featuring Taylor
09/01 - 08/05 -- Complete
I suddenly went blank. You know how that works sometimes -- it’s like when someone asks you what they should name their new pet, or to pick a number between one and a million, or to name any member of the Wu-Tang Clan. There are practically infinite possibilities to answer these questions with, yet you can’t think of a single acceptable one. My blood rushed up my body, towards my face, as I realized that I was about to be caught in my lie.

Anna Begins -- Hanson, featuring Isaac
01/05 - ? -- on hiatus
“Why do you do it?” she said suddenly, desperately, unable to stop herself. Her face felt flushed, her heart fluttered in her chest. “What is wrong with you, with all of you? Why do you tease us, lead us on, treat us like dirt? Why are you all such arrogant pricks? Why can’t I meet a normal man who isn’t a total bastard?” With that off her chest, she fluttered past him, ignoring his pleas for her to wait; ignoring the amused catcalls of the other drunken men who had heard her impassioned speech.

Genuine Need -- X-Men, featuring Angel (aka Warren Worthington)
07/06 -- ? -- in progress
I don’t know why I did it. Maybe it was a by-product of my heightened emotional state; the toll of being alone, turning down that beautiful girl in the grocery earlier in the week, dealing with my mother’s well-intentioned intervention. Maybe it was the need to feel like I was doing something right. I took no time to think, no time to plan; I was just struck with the recognition that if that girl was going to live, it was going to have to be via me. In one swift movement, I catapulted myself over the rooftop railing and back into the air. I swept upwards towards the tower, eyes locked on that one window. I ignored the heat and smoke, focused only on my goal.

SHORT FICTION

Catapult extras -- Hanson
1/1/06 -- updated
All the short, Catapult-related stories can be found here. A little bit of anything and everything.

Money Well Spent -- Hanson (an entry for Eve's Hearts Will Bind You challenge) -- Taylor
02/06 -- Complete
“Come in,” you offer dryly, shutting the door behind him. You admire the back view of this beautiful man as he strolls into your den – his snug vintage Beatles t-shirt, the way his torn jeans hang just so on his lean hips. The way his hair falls in haphazard layers against the nape of his neck. You stop for a moment, imagining yourself, your hands tugging at his clothes, pulling at his hair. You wonder if he likes it rough and fast or slow and gentle; on top or on bottom, or even some way you’ve never yet tried. But you are paying him, you remember, and those questions become irrelevant. For the evening, anyway, he is yours to mold.

Sharp Dressed Man -- Hanson, featuring Zac
10/01 -- Complete
“So, how is everyone today?” She smiled brightly at us. From the corner of my eye I noticed the girl roll hers. I suppressed the urge to laugh again. “Fine,” we answered in unison, although that was pretty far from the truth. Isaac was about to have a nervous breakdown, I was bored out of my mind, and Taylor was, well, Taylor.

After the Show -- Hanson (a birthday fic for the lovely Lily (Susan) Fox) -- Taylor
11/04 -- Complete
The crowd parts, just barely, and she sees her chance. A gentle shove from her sister and she’s stepping forward, wedging herself in. She scoots to the front as the ones who have had their allotted five seconds move on, their minds replaying the sparse words he’d sent their way. In a matter of minutes – though to her, it feels like a lifetime – she’s directly in front of him, assaulted with a perfect blend of blond and blue, laced with a soul-searching intensity that melts her composure. A veritable Molotov cocktail of infatuation.

Next in Line --Hanson (an entry for Eve's Blue Collar Challenge) -- Zac
09/05 -- Complete
The sky was a bold, dark red early the next morning, as Zac began his mind-numbing trek to his equally mind-numbing job. The sun hadn’t completely risen, but he could see the faint, weak light peeking over the horizon, cutting through the clouds, washing the world with a cherry-stained hue. There was a storm coming, he knew – from some sort of nursery rhyme his mother used to sing to all her flaxen-haired children when they were little. Red sky at night, sailor’s delight, red sky at morning, sailor takes warning. It brought back memories of sitting on his back porch at dusk with his family, eating vanilla bean ice cream in cheap sugar cones and watching the sun drift slowly into the west.

The Set Up (You Need This) -- Orlando Bloom
“Seeing my brother in his boxers and seeing Orlando Bloom in his boxers, or briefs, happens to be two entirely different things, Nina. I really don’t know why you all don’t seem to understand that.” I ignored the sex comment, deciding that an argument would be fruitless. After all, she was probably right.

“It could be worse,” she said. “They could have wanted naked pictures.”