Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Zeee]

"Can't I have a dream too?"
I tugged, being the little one I was, on the ladies skirt. She smiled, but it fragily withered into a frown. "No," She replied harshly. "Orphans don't have dreams."
Her words hit me like a bullet. Despite it, I knew she was wrong. Orphans can have dreams, and they do. Whether dreams of finding parents, or sometime being president or an astronaut, those are actually dreams, aren't they? I've never been exactly able to tell. But I knew they were something.
Something special.

---

As an orphan, my only friend was a small teddy bear I had named Franklin. Franklin, as usual, helped me through tough times. One day, I was holding him up close to my chest as I walked, but my arms got tired. I let him fly freely in my hand for a while, until a close ripping sound caught my eye. I looked down and my poor, dearest bear was ripped in the belly. Him being a small orphan child's dream, of course I was devastated. I ran back as fast as my legs could go, back into the orphanage. Only one person could help me, the only true lady who cared. I tugged on her shirt and held up Franklin. She smiled and took him from my hands, "Poor Franklin got hurt?" I nodded, fighting back tears. It may sound stupid, but as an orphan, I couldn't rely on many things; Franklin was my only source for guidance, even though he couldn't speak. He spoke through the soul. The woman vanished into the other room and soon was recovered with stitches over his rip, and a bandaid. I smiled and thanked her, holding Franklin, my dearest, close to my heart. The scars over my eyes had actually intruiged the woman, she asked me about them. "What happened?" I shrugged, as for me it wasn't such of a big deal. "Not alot of good things, I can tell you that." I said in my deepish-high voice, the voice of a child. She smiled and patted me on the shoulder, "Well, Franklin will be better than okay. Just don't let it happen again." I agreed, promising to never let him rip again, of course; why would I? Franklin was my only friend. Before I left, I asked this lady a question. A familiar question that had been asked before. Just as she was leaving, I stopped her with a 'wait.' She turned and knelt down to my height.

"Lady," I said, as I didn't know what else to call her. "Can't I have a dream too?"
Being how nice she was, her answer wasn't. "No, son. Orphans can't have dreams. They will most likely be in orphanages their whole life, and dreams are pointless." She left with a frown. But I knew she was wrong. I knew someday, a orphan would get adopted and be able to live out that dream.

Someday.

---

I lay on the curb, letting Franklin sit in my lap cozily. Just as I woman walked near me, I turned towards her. Her beautiful blonde curls wrapped around her shoulders, her shimmering blue eyes striking me. I smiled. She lean down and sit next to me, glancing at my bear. "A teddy, huh?" I nodded and looked down at him. "Yes. His name is Franklin." I held him up to my ears and whispered okay, then returned to her gaze. "Franklin says hi." She chuckled and waved to Franklin. "Well Hello, Franklin. Is he shy?" I nodded and held him up to her. "Yes, he doesn't talk to anyone but me. I talk for him. Because for me to talk for me, he needs to be able to talk to me." Sweetly petting Franklin's head and observing his bandage, she remarked, "Your one smart or-" She stopped in her tracks. "Im not sure what to call a child with no parents without it being offensive."
I put Franklin down on the curb on the opposite side of me and turned to her. "Orphan? Offensive? No, not really. The ladies here use it all the time." She nodded and looked off into the sky, then returned to Franklin, fiddling with a bracelet she had on. "What's your name?" I said quietly, the suns rays beating down on me.

"Rae," She smiled. "Jillian Rae."
And yet I didn't know that'd be a name i'd remember forever.

---

As the days grew longer, venturing into even hotter days, I sighed quietly sitting on the curb where I was before. I had been swinging Franklin around, throwing him in the air, and catching him afterwards. I'd never drop him. I swung him one last time and he ended in the middle of the street, limbs laying in all directions. Worried, I stepped onto the street and looked for cars. As soon as I was about to grab him, a speedy car swept across the road and Franklin had been run over. I was instantly crying for my prized possession. I swept him off the street and ran inside, tears marking my trail. Sniffling, I tugged on the same ladies shirt I had before. "Lady," I sniffled. "Franklin was run over!" She turned and grabbed him viciously. She opened the garbage can and threw him in, not to mention throwing my heart in with him. "Franklin is stupid." She yelled. "Dolls are stupid. Calling this thing your dream makes you stupid." Franklin was my dream achiever. He was my dream.
"But can't orphans have dreams too?" I asked one last time. With a shove, she shouted,

"No, orphans cannot have dreams! Their too stupid to realize what dreams are!" And with that, she stumbled out. I ran outside, but before retrieving the broken bear from the trash, and sat on the curb bawling. Jillian had come across me in her car and jumped out at the immediate sight of me crying. I sniffled and looked up at her. "What happened? Why are you crying, Jae?" In the meantime of our last conversation, I had mentioned my name, Jae. I held Franklin up to her closely. "Franklin was run over... He's gone.." Jillian took him from my hands and frowned sadly, returning my sad gaze. "Im so sorry, Jae." She whispered. "I will have him fixed as soon as possible." I finally took notice to what the other lady said, and snuck him from her hands. "No," I said. "Franklin was just my dream, and dreams don't belong to orphans. Orphans are too stupid to have dreams! Franklin can't be fixed!" And with that, I threw him on the ground with one last glance at Jillian. "And neither can my heart."
She didn't come after me, but instead took Franklin from the ground and swept him away in her car. I cried a bit more and repeated, "And neither can my heart..." I saw a car in the distance. Hesitant, but truthful, I stepped out onto the curb of the road, just on the street. As it manouvered closer, I moved closer.

And before I knew it, I could feel my bones crushing and my limbs disorting. Nothing could fix me now. Not even Franklin.
The ladies of the orphanage ran out, not sad to see me hurt, but sad to see that they might lose their jobs if their boss knew that I was hurt. They scooped me up, and surprisingly I was still alive. All I felt was the impact of the car, my heart beating slowly, and all I could hear was my bones crushing and the sirens of the ambulance ringing in my disorted ears. As we quickly reached the hospital, I was rushed into emergency care.
I was being fixed, but not all of me. My heart still left broken.

--

It had been seven days since my immediate surgery. I was still kept at the hospital, healing, of course. The beeps on the heart monitor, as I coughed and felt very sick, got slower as I witnessed Jillian walk into the room with something in her hand. She walked over as I coughed and coughed, and the monitor got slower and slower. I was dying. All I wished for was my dream to be fufilled. My new dream.
Getting to hug Franklin, and feel his soft touch, one last time. I had never meant anything I said about orphans not being able to have dreams. I knew that the ladies were wrong.

Jillian crept beside the hospital bed and the beeps got even slower. As I closed my eyes carefully, I could feel a warm figure on my chest. She walked out, as I could hear her faint sniffles and stifled tears. I looked down on my chest and smiled to see Franklin. Whom was fixed beyond belief.

I hugged him and cluched him close for one last seconds before I died. I whispered to Franklin, him held near my face,

"Orphans can have dreams too."

[Valentine❤]

xXx
Connor xXx Abbey

If anybody gets this they will get a cookie.

NCIS?

[cass.]

♂. &♥& .♀
Well we’ll kiss for that’s how it begins,
We’ll embrace just to warm our skins.
I’ll think of her and you’ll think of him.

He held me close, arms wrapped gently round my waist. We pulled closer as he sighed fondly and stroked the top of my dark hair. I smiled and stood in my ties to kiss him playfully on the nose. To anyone passing by in the semi-darkness here in Paris, we would have looked just like any other young couple on a romantic weekend away. But we weren't.
Not even close.
I had just been dumped in Paris airport by my fiancée, and from what I knew he and his girlfriend split up just before they reached the hotel they were to stay. We'd met, both tearstained and angry, and we'd found solace in each other. It had just started as a hug, but I suppose we wre both not thinking right.

And we’ll talk to keep the silence from our ears,
And we’ll laugh because we’re so close to tears,
We’re just lonely, you know, that’s why we’re here.

His name I didn't know, nor his age or nationality, though he spoke excellent English. We walked to his hotel, where the receptionist gave him two identical keys. He gave one me, looking suddenly shy. He invited me in, though he was clear that I didn't have to stay. I nodded and smiled, fighting tears at his kindness. We sat on his bed and talked, arkwardly at first, but after an hour we were laughing comfortably. The room was huge, with an ensuite and two tvs. It had a grand, four poster bed.

Cos you don’t taste like you should,
And you don’t fit in my arms like she would.
Lying in the dark, it’s understood:
We are both lost.
And we won’t be found.

I stayed. I took the bed and he volunteered for the floor. It was an uncomfortable, tearful night for both of us, though we bore it silently.

We will wake up with each other in our paws,
You cover over white bits like I’ve not seen them before.
We’ll say goodbye and then we’ll say no more.

I woke and was dressed before he even stirred. When he woke, a smiled gently and thanked him, before waking out the door, leaving a €100 Euro note on the table.

Cause hearts won’t buy love and nor will they sell,
And there is no love in this hotel.
Though we’re walking home we know too well
We are both lost
We are both lost
And we won’t be found.

I realised we couldn't be together, not after last night. I was sad, regretful.

She was my compass,
He was your map,
We’ve come too far to be turning back.

I couldn't go back now, to him or to my ex-fiancée. I was lost, in the middle of Paris. How ironic. The city of love, full of broken hearts.

And we’ll sit on our single beds,
Nothing on our hearts and tears on our threads,

I walked to the nearest station, resolute. I would start again. I was young, I could do it.


For we know the last u n i c o r n is dead.

Lyrics belong to Passenger, 'The Last Unicorn' <3.
I love the song so much ^__^
-Banjo x

[.a m a r y l l i s.]

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Connor xXx Abbey

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Primeval? 83

I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
One look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

It was the heat of the moment

[lorreli.]

the automaton ---------------- the beautiful youth

no one's got it all...

he worked endlessly, day after day. he didn't stop to strech his limbs, he didn't pause to take a breath. he worked for the good of the people - that work could not be paused or stopped. it was his purpose...or what he was built for, anyway.
his organs creaked and clacked as gears pushed against each other inside of his metal torso. his metallic eyes focused on his work. his brain echoed the sounds around him, any thoughts tucked far away. cling, clang, cling, clang, cling, clang.
day in and day out. cling, clang, cling, clang, cling clang. the sound of thousands of machines in syncranization, their movements robotic and their demeanor monotonus. the flesh covered ones came in every once and awhile to make sure everything was in working order, but they never stayed for long. they didn't like the look to the automatons - they felt threatened by their intellegent advances in society. but they didn't have any reasons to be.
all automatons were built to function without feelings, thoughts, or ambitions. they could not think for themselves, make decisions, or feel pain. they didn't know of emotions. or so we all thought, until...

open wide, here comes original sin.

"and here, in the largest part of our factory, you will find our very own collection of workers." the tour guide said into the black metal microphone. a chorus of 'ooohs' and 'aaah's erupted from the small crowd, orchestrated by the sound of cameras snapping shots. "each automaton is hand-crafted by the world's most capable engineers. day in and day out, they manufacture all of your electronic devices - such as your cameras. they assemble the parts, and the finished product is delived to that conveyor belt there..."the automatons continuted to assemble their products, not paying any mind to the company that had entered their realm. all except for one. his ears picked up on the words of the guide as well as the soft small talk coming from the people, which he was able to hear quite clearly. without stopping, he flicked his eyes upward to study the newcomers.

it was then when she caught his eye. a beautiful woman holding an impressive looking camera, aiming the lense at the other automatons and clicking the small silver button. her eyes were large as dinner plates, her long light locks framing her gentle face. a small grin played across her full lips as she checked her pictures, making sure she had gotten just the right angle on her shot. the automaton blinked, dropping the pieces that he had previously been assembling. suddenly, nothing else mattered. not his duty, not his job. not the broken pieces in front of him, not his quota. nothing mattered but...her.

the screams bounced and echoed of the metal walls of the factory, reverbrating throughout the warehouse like room. the hundreds of automatons continued on processing their products. the tourists ran in all directions, screaming and shaking. the tour guide barked into his small radio, demanding security and special services.

amoung the chaos, the single automaton moved across the floor, his slow steps inching him forward. one arm outstreched, eyes focused ahead. the woman whom he had been admiring stood frozen in fear, holding up her camera trying to capture his photograph. when he had finally reached her, he gently moved the camera away from her face to reveal her beautiful globe like eyes, even wider with panic and fear. she let out a loud shriek, but the robot gently covered her mouth with a cool hand. his eyes grew wide as well - he hadn't meant to frighten her. he held her by the shoulder, trying to calm her by giving a sympathetic look. the robotic man could not communicate his feelings to the lovely woman of whom he now cared so much about. she shook with fear as he pointed a finger at her chest, where her heart would be. she became puzzled, staring up at the man in confusion. slowly, he pointed to his chest as well. he reached for a small compartment on his upper body, tapping on it with a metal finger. still confused, the woman shook her head and stuttered a few words. the automaton shook his head, pressing a finger to her lips. slowly, he touched the compartment again, prying the bolts off of it with ease. when he opened the small conpartment...

a small, metal heart was anchored withen the compartment, gently beating like the wings of a butterfly.
whoever had created the automaton had given him a heart...given him a way to feel.
it hadn't been activated properly until he gazed upon the face of the woman.

her face lit up with understanding and sorrow, and all fear had been erased from her eyes. as she reached up to touch the heart of the robot man, he was yanked away from her reach. two men in black suits had a hold of the automaton, gasping when compartment swung open with force to reveal his beating heart. "he needs to be deactivated, immediately." one said frantically, as the other one nodded. "no, wait!" screamed the woman, lurching forward to grab the limp hand of the automaton. she was quickly restrained by another man, who held fast to her as she struggled. the automaton was dragged from the room, despite the screams of the woman that echoed in his head. the last he saw of her was her eyes, now frantic, filling up with tears. then the door was closed on the room in which she struggled. she was gone.

not soon after, everything went black. the automaton's heart stopped it's frantic butterfly beating.
the men tracked down the engineer that had created the heart and had him fired immediately.
all other automatons were checked for other such organs that would enable any sort of resistance.
and, just as quickly as the disaster had happened...it ended.

it's alright, it's alright, it's alright...
no one's got it all...

(kind of a random story...
this is the song i listened to while writing.
i think it goes well with the story.)

[Lennie]

the prince of dreams ------------------------------ the one fearing dreams

to fear dreaming because you fear to even wake up...

Every evening the routine was the same, every evening she lay down upon her soft bed with an expression of bitter sweet happiness as she closed her eyes to drift off into sleep. She didn't really mind the world into which she fell, it was as if she fell through a sea of clouds, finding herself awake in a small bed of flowers as snow gently fell in a world that showed as spring. It wasn't cold as it landed in her oddly colored pale silver hair, and she managed a soft smile as she recognized a head of dark hair showing just faintly through the batch of flowers beside her. A white crown was rested haphazardly on his head, a small smile revealing itself on his handsome face as his gold earring glistened in the pale spring sunlight.

Sitting up, her smile grew without her thinking about it, as he sat up as well, stretching his arms before resting them on her shoulders.The odd wrist decorations that he wore on his arms causing her to laugh slightly as he smiled at her, his lazy gold eyes seeming to wink at her. He rested his head on her shoulder for a moment as he dropped his own arm so that it rested behind her.
His voice was lazy seeming, drawling a little in the manner it always did as he pulled his head up to meet her gaze. "G'morning."

Still maintaining her expression she glanced over at him once more, "G'morning." It took him a moment, but his gaze changed as he looked down at her arm, his golden expression flashing darkly for a moment. Gently taking her left hand in his own, he rolled up her sleeve a tad noticing the bandage upon it. "Did someone hurt you?" Her own smile faded a tad before returning in an attempt to comfort him as he looked at her worriedly. She shook her head after a moment, and his own smile returned after a moment,brushing her hair out of her eyes with the gentle movement of his hand. "I want you to tell me if someone does, you hear? I don't ever want to see you hurt." As tears slightly welled in her eyes the young girl smiled softly, nodding a tad once again as she found herself unable to speak.

But there was a tugging sensation at her feet, and as the tears failed to leave her eyes she noticed him vanish slowly before her eyes. "No..." Her voice faded as she jolted awake on her bed, tears staining her face as she wiped them away, preparing for a day knowing that all she had to look forward to was the next time she fell asleep.

...because that's when you know reality will never match your dreams.

[vee.]

the automaton ---------------- the beautiful youth

Oh this was lovely, and so sad! What a wonderful idea, very well done♥

[OctoberNights]

xXx
Connor xXx Abbey

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NCIS for one cookie?

[TigressJaguiar]

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Connor xXx Abbey

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Primeval? 83

I never meant to be so bad to you
One thing I said that I would never do
One look from you and I would fall from grace
And that would wipe this smile right from my face

It was the heat of the moment

It's Primeval. *gives alouett cookie*

[Herdier]

Inspector Gustav and Lisette

"I was injured in the war and it will never heal."

... Based off of the moment in the movie Hugo where Inspector Gustav finally works up the courage to talk to his crush.