Every Five Years

Fic: Enter Night (Jaina, Leia G)

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sat, 26 Jul 2008 23:18:39 GMT

Title: Enter Night
Author: lyraeinne
Fandom: Star Wars EU
Character: Jaina Solo
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 878
Rating: G
Warnings: Just a bit of angst.
Summary: Following her latest kidnapping, five-year-old Jaina Solo can’t quite get to sleep.
Disclaimer: I owneth naught. Title from Metallica’s Enter Sandman, which I also don’t own.

Mommy wanted her to close her eyes, and go to sleep, and be brave

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 11 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 08:17:20 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 11
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 55
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina is not used to needing anybody.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 11

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 10 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 23 Dec 2007 05:13:58 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 10
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 50
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: She imagines, just for a minute, what they would do if she came back from the dead.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 10

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 9 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 05:26:07 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 9
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 45
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina is going to kill Arvin Sloane.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 9

Dawn's Advent

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 14:32:13 GMT

Title: Dawn's Advent
Author: Etcetera Kit
Fandom: Mahou Sentai Magiranger
Character: Sungel/Hikaru
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 1,547
Rating: PG
Warnings: Referenced death, but nothing explicit.
Summary: For the past two years, Sungel has been afraid of the darkness. If courage is the source of magic, can the Heavenly Saints who care for him explain why there is nothing to fear?
Disclaimer: It's Toei's sandbox. I just play here because it's fun.
Author's Notes: I feel like this story implies knowledge of the fandom (which is almost required in some sense) and that the story is based on some previous personal fanon. (People who follow my writing know what it is.) So, to make things clear, Sungel's family was killed by the Hades Gods when he was three. Feedback is appreciated, but not required. I like to know what's going right in a fic, and what's going not-so-right. :)

Dawn's Advent

He watched the setting sun with growing trepidation. Taking a deep breath, he tightened his grip on the small stuffed dog, clutching the toy to his chest. Nights always seemed longer than the brilliantly sunlit days. The sun held no secrets—nothing bad could hide in the shadows. But when those shadows got longer and longer, eventually pulling the world into their arms, he felt the fear and panic creep up on him.

What if the monsters came back?

That simple fear haunted every waking moment. The monsters had come during the night—with no warning—and had taken everyone away. Aneki and Chii-nee, Tou-san and Kaa-san… all of them had gone away because the monsters came to their house.

This wasn’t their house, though. It was Snowgel’s house. He took small comfort in knowing that this was in a different place. The monsters might not be able to find this place. But there was always the possibility.

Tears burned his eyes and throat. He didn’t want to cry. He heard what the adults said about him when he was supposed to be asleep. Their words echoed in his mind. He hated the darkness, but he didn’t want to cry or panic, because that would make Snowgel and Blagel worry. They wanted him to be happy, and live a normal childhood. Blagel had said something about moving to the Surface so he could go to school. His small mind knew there was a difference between Magitopia, where Magiel lived, a Marudeyouna World, like where his family had lived and where Snowgel lived, and the Surface, but he wasn’t sure what that difference was.

Voices drifted down the short hallway to his bedroom.

“Blagel, it’s only been two years. You know where we found him!”

“He didn’t know what was happening.”

“No, and that terrified him.” A pause. “Time heals all wounds—you know that. He’s only had two years to heal. By the magic, Blagel, you know how close his family was.”

He shouldn’t have been listening, but he crept away from the window and towards the door of his bedroom. He remembered his family in hazy fragments. He clung to those pieces, trying to remember what it was like to have a mother and father, older sisters, instead of night terrors and waking nightmares, dreading the sunset in every moment.

“Stargel was my friend,” Blagel said softly. Tou-san… “He was like a brother to me.” Another pause. “He always said that I would find the right girl someday, settle down, have children… know that children do mean the world to a man.”

“Blagel,” Snowgel replied, her tone gentle. “Sungel is still just a child. His element is the sunlight and because of what happened he fears the darkness.” She sighed. “Can you blame him?”

“No.”

“I want to take him to the Surface,” Snowgel continued. “I want him to go to school there, at least elementary school. If he goes further, that is his choice. His apprenticeship as a Heavenly Saint will not begin until he turns twenty. You know that.”

“I know—it’s just… what he did… all that power…”

“The laws of Magitopia do not bend on that issue.” Snowgel paused. “The other two light elementals are still young, but they will need to go to the Surface for that education.”

He thought for a moment. Snowgel must have been talking about the baby girl and the little toddler boy. He hadn’t cared much for them when he met them, but if they grew up, they might be more tolerable. He shifted the stuffed animal in his arms, noting with a fresh burst of panic that the sun was almost gone beyond the horizon. The sky turned midnight blue as the last fingers of pink and orange were fading.

Without thinking twice, he bolted from his bedroom, barreled down the short hall and burst into the living room. He collided with Blagel, who reached out to steady him.

“Sungel,” he asked. “What’s the matter?”

He looked up at the Heavenly Saint, the one who his father had always said was a great warrior and someone to be respected. Gathering his courage, he replied, “Nothing,” but couldn’t quite stop the tremor in his voice.

Snowgel smiled. She had a blue, snowflake form—or at least that’s what Chii-nee had called it. He’d only seen that form once before, at the Winter Solstice Festival in Magitopia. Ice elementals of all kinds appeared at the celebration. Light elementals performed the Summer Solstice, and he only knew that because he had vague memories of his family participating. But in the house, in this Marudeyouna World, Snowgel appeared as a woman, her hair long and white, eyes crystal blue, and skin almost as white as her hair.

“We’re going to the Surface soon,” she said. “So you can go to school.”

“Are the monsters there?” he blurted, automatically. His dread doubled when he realized what he had said. A tear slipped down his cheek and he wrapped his arms tighter around the stuffed dog.

“Monsters?” Snowgel looked to Blagel.

Blagel guided him to the table in the room and gently sat him down. He began to sob uncontrollably, burying his face into the worn fur of the stuffed animal. What if the monsters found him on the Surface? They had hurt Chii-nee—there had been blood everywhere. He hurt his knee several times and there hadn’t been that much… but with Chii-nee… The sobs wracked his small frame. The stuffed animal had been Chii-nee’s and she never let him hold her dog, until the night that the monsters came. She gave him the toy at bedtime and told him to take care of it.

“Sungel,” Blagel said, his deep voice soothing. “The monsters are not going to find you—Magiel banished the monsters so that they’re far, far away. They can’t hurt you.”

“Where did she put them?” he sniffed.

“Deep underground—so far underground that no one can get to them.”

“Not even Magiel?”

Blagel smiled and pulled him into his lap. He took comfort in the embrace of another, his sobs quieting. “I think Magiel is the only one that could find them.”

He nodded, taking in those facts.

“Sungel,” Blagel continued. “I want you to listen to me very carefully.” The small boy nodded, looking up at the man who had become as close to a father as he would have. “Magiel put the monsters deep underground, but she wasn’t the one that banished them from your family’s Marudeyouna World.” Blagel paused. “You did that.”

He looked at Blagel, jaw dropping slightly and his grip on the stuffed animal loosening. Blagel had to be teasing, right? Aneki had done that sometimes—she would tell him one thing, but another thing would be true. But there was no laughter in Blagel’s eyes. He was serious.

“I… I can’t.”

“No, you can’t do it consciously, but in time of great peril, your courage will bring out your magic.” Blagel gave him a pointed look. “You can’t be trained as a Heavenly Saint until you turn twenty, but you can be trained as a magician.”

“Blagel—“ Snowgel started.

Blagel held up a hand, silencing the older Heavenly Saint. “Sungel, you have the power to defeat the monsters—you don’t have to be afraid.”

He stared at Blagel, not quite understanding. Tou-san had great power, but the monsters had still hurt him, taken him away. And Aneki had been a warrior… but still. He wasn’t sure where the calm came from as he went to bed, clutching Chii-nee’s stuffed dog, and staring at his night light as he listened to the adults talk.

“Sunlight,” Blagel was saying. “It’s the most powerful of the lights, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Snowgel responded. “It burns hot, eternally. Other lights have varying degrees to heat, but none of them are as intense as the sun.” She paused. “It’s why he survived when the others didn’t. Starlight, rainbows, sky… none of that could equal the sun.”

All was quiet for a moment. He could feel himself begin to drift off.

“You really intend to train him as a magician?”

“Yes.”

“You know what that means?”

“Yes,” Blagel said again. “His mother’s necklace will serve as his pendant. And his father’s oath ring will be given to him when he begins training as a Saint. I will train him.”

There was a pause, before Snowgel replied, “Then we will leave for the surface within the week. You went to school in Japan, did you not?” Her last question was lilting, laughter behind the words.

“I did. I also had to go to a university to learn the languages that the Saints need to know.”

“Then I will entrust his education and training to you.” She let out a long breath. “I know he is strong, but he is still a child. Remember that, Blagel.”

“Of course.”

He turned the thoughts over in his mind. I banished the monsters. How did I banish the monsters?

Your courage will bring out your magic.

Courage.

With that simple thought, he slept, for the first time in two years, without the nightmares that had plagued him.

Fin.

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 8 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 09 Dec 2007 06:49:27 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 8
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 40
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Irina lost her allegiance to the KGB years ago; Katya's allegiance has always been with Irina.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 8

Hard Hitter (Clark Kent/Smallville)

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 05:35:01 GMT

Title: Hard Hitter
Author: RobynAdele0406
Fandom: Smallville
Character: Clark Kent
Character’s Age: Ten
Word Count: 1,033
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark learns not to throw stones in glass houses. Or anywhere else, for that matter.
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark Kent or any of the characters in this story. But oh, how one can wish!
Author's Notes: This is Clark at age ten. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

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Hard Hitter

It was the third time in as many days that he’d underestimated his strength. Whenever he let the fact that he was “special” slip his mind for even a second, he wound up damaging or destroying things around him. Luckily, it had only been happening at home, when he felt the most relaxed and unguarded, but it wasn’t always in the company of the same person.

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The first time it happened, Clark had been shoveling hay into one of the horse stalls when he heard his father grunt from across the barn. Jonathan wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at the red tractor in defeat.

“Son, could you throw me that wrench?”

Clark bent down to pick up the tool and held it up for his father. “This one?”

Jonathan nodded and Clark swung his arm back, then forward, and the wrench went flying through the air at warp speed. It collided with the tractor, putting a large dent in the metal. Jonathan’s eyes widened and Clark couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped from his throat. His father reached up to turn the key in the ignition and the engine came to life instantly. He chuckled.

“Maybe I’ll let you repair the old tractor from now on…”

Clark blushed and returned to bailing hay, hoping the wrench had survived the collision.

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The second time it happened, he and his mother had been in the kitchen, baking cookies together to bring over to their neighbors, Nell Potter and Lana Lang. It was Lana’s birthday, and Martha knew that her son was rather fond of the young girl. She caught him peeking inside the oven and smiled.

“Are they done?”

He nodded, opening the oven door a bit. “They smell good.”

“Alright, you grab those and I’ll go get your father.”

She was leaving the room as he grabbed the potholder from the counter and reached for the cookies. His hand paused as he realized, he could grab the hot cookie sheet from the oven with his bare hands. His abilities usually scared him or made him uneasy, but sometimes they were fun to play with.

He dropped the potholder and reached for the cookie sheet, pulling it slowly out of the over. He grinned as he held it front of him, the cookies looking perfectly brown and delicious.

His fingertips grew hot as the heat from the pan began to penetrate his skin. He gasped and threw the pot straight to his left, watching as it flew through the living room and out the window, shattering the glass. His parents walked into the kitchen at that moment, Martha frowning and Jonathan grinning from ear to ear.

“Son, I think you should hold off on throwing things for a while. Or atleast until we get that window fixed.”

Clark’s blush this time around was a deep red as he sulked out the door, going to retrieve the cookie sheet from the yard.

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The third time around, it was his best friend who witnessed his super strength come into play. They were playing basketball on the side of the barn and Pete was currently winning by seven points, which did not please Clark. He knew deep down that if he wanted to, he could run laps around Pete and catch up in no time. But he had to keep his abilities in check. Not only to keep Pete “out of the know”, so to speak, but to keep the game fair.

Pete threw the ball at Clark and smiled. “Come on, man, you said you were a force to be reckoned with in basketball.”

Clark angled the ball in his hands and threw it into the air, the ball bouncing swiftly off the rim and back toward Pete.

“Well, atleast I didn’t break anything this time.”

Pete laughed, all in good fun, but Clark didn’t like to lose. In fact, he hated losing. He wanted to win, and he knew he could! It was immensely frustrating for him. Pete bounced him back the ball and Clark dribbled it on the dirt ground, putting a little more force than intended behind the ball. He aimed for the shot again, this time the ball hitting the backboard and bouncing back into Clark’s hands.

He let out a growl and squeezed the ball in his hands, pushing it away from his body and towards Pete. Unfortunately for his friend, his strength had decided to kick in at that precise moment and the ball made a sickening thud as it hit Pete dead in the chest, sending the young boy flying back on the ground.

Clark supersped over to Pete and kneeled down beside him. Clark could hear this dad running toward them and he felt tears form behind his eyes that he wouldn’t allow to fall. He’d broken a window, yes, but now he’d broken his best friend!

Pete’s eyes opened slowly and he began to sit up with the help of Clark’s father. His hand rose to his chest and he winced.

“Yeah, you weren’t kidding about that force, man.”

Behind the wince, he saw Pete smile slightly to try and lighten the mood. But Clark felt horrible. He’d hurt his best friend with his abilities, one of the things he’d always dreaded happening.

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“Sweetie, it wasn’t your fault. You haven’t gotten full control over your powers yet. These things take time.”

Clark glanced down at the milk and cookies his mother had set out for him and sighed. He knew he hadn’t meant to hurt Pete, and that it was an accident, and that there wasn’t much more to do than apologize to Pete for the hundredth time and give his powers “time.” But he didn’t have time. He was ten years old, when would things get easier for him?

Perhaps he just wasn’t meant to be normal, to play basketball with friends or help his dad with the chores or bake cookies with his mom. Normal boys did these kinds of things all the time, yet he was a walking, talking catapult.

Time. He had a strange feeling that time was something he would one day come to dread.

Fic: This (and so much more) Pt. 7 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 02 Dec 2007 07:25:15 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 7
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character's Age: 35
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The KGB thinks they have broken her.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 7

Mad Dash for Metropolis (Clark Kent/Smallville)

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Fri, 30 Nov 2007 22:41:13 GMT

Title: Mad Dash for Metropolis
Author: RobynAdele0406
Fandom: Smallville
Character: Clark Kent
Character’s Age: Five
Word Count: 850
Rating: PG
Summary: Clark's first trip to Metropolis is a very memorable one.
Disclaimer: I don't own Clark Kent or any of the characters in this story. But oh, how one can wish!
Author's Notes: This is Clark at age five.

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Mad Dash for Metropolis

It was just another cold, December morning on the farm for Clark and his parents. His mom had made him blueberry pancakes, his favorite, and his dad had hurried him through breakfast so that they could go play outside.

Clark bounded down the steps of the farmhouse, with no coat or gloves or anything that a child would normally wear to keep warm out in the snow. But then again, Clark was far from normal. On the outside, he looked like any other five year old boy. He played and threw hissy fits just like any other little boy. But on the inside, he was capable of so much more. He was from a planet far, far away from Earth and he had the gift of amazing strength, something that had been exhibited the first day Martha and Jonathan Kent had set their eyes on young Clark. So far, this was the only special ability Clark exhibited, but his adoptive parents were always on the lookout for new developments in the boy.

“Dad! Come on, it’s not that cold!”

Jonathan walked out of the house after Clark, a heavy coat on his shoulders. Actually, now that Jonathan thought of it, Clark wasn’t especially sensitive to hot and cold. He still felt it, but not as much as normal humans did.

“Alright, son. Go long!”

Jonathan threw the football he’d been holding up into the air, and Clark took off across the yard. The ball came to rest a few yards away from Clark, but he ran until he reached the ball and brought it back to his dad, a sad expression on his face.

“Not so far, dad! I’m not fast enough.”

Jonathan nodded and grasped the ball in his hands. “Alright, son. Let’s try this again.”

Jonathan sent the ball sailing through the air, wincing when he realized that he might have thrown it a bit too far again. Nevertheless, Clark dug his feet into the snowy ground and tried his hardest to reach the ball before it hit the ground. He gained speed and it felt as if his feet had a mind of their own. As if they were gliding over the ground.

“That’s good, Clark! Keep running!”

Clark’s hands rose above his head and the ball landed gracefully in them. Jonathan let out a holler of excitement, but his eyes widened as he watched Clark continue to run across the yard.

Clark’s arms begin to flail at his sides as he was suddenly catapulted across the Kent farmland and down the road. The world around him turned into a mere blur as his feet took him clear across Smallville and down the main highway leading toward Metropolis.

His feet finally slowed as he came to rest in front of the Daily Planet, the newspaper headquarters of Metropolis. His eyes scanned the crowd of people around him, everyone practically towering over his three foot five inch form. Tears sprung to his eyes as he realized what had just happened. It had only been fifteen seconds ago he was talking to his dad, and now he was in Metropolis, alone and scared. The football fell from his hands as he began to breathe heavily.

A woman walking out of the Planet slowed when she saw Clark standing there alone and bent down to speak to him.

“Son… are you lost?”

He stumbled back, more scared than ever. He’d just run the distance of a three hour drive in less than a minute. And now, some strange woman was following him as he walked backwards to get away from her. Who knew what could happen while he was out in this big city, alone with nothing but his abilities.

“No. It’s okay, hunnie. I won’t hurt you. I need to find your parents… or call them. Do you know your mommy or daddy’s phone number?”

He nodded slowly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he held onto a garbage can with intense strength. He told her the number his parents had made him memorize and she walked a little ways away, speaking into the phone. Clark’s hand tightened on the metal bin and it bent under the pressure. He gasped and walked toward the woman, not wanting her to see what he’d done. This was shaping up to be an incredibly horrible and scary day for him.

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“MOMMY!”

Martha ran toward her son, tears running down her own face as she scooped him up in her arms and rocked him back and forth in a soothing manner.

“Mom! I ran. I ran so fast!”

She exhaled, ruffling his hair a bit. “I know, Clark. I know.” She placed him down on the ground and checked him over.

“Are you okay, sweetie?”

He grinned. “Yes, mom. I was so scared at first, but… I ran.”

The last two words were whispered, with such awe in his voice that both of his parents couldn’t help but smile down at their son. He’d developed a new ability. And Clark’s mind raced with the thought that this was only the beginning.

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 6 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 25 Nov 2007 09:55:22 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 6
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 30
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It still surprises Irina to realize how deeply she loves him.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 6

double post

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sat, 24 Nov 2007 22:27:14 GMT

Title: The Day Fred Weasley Made a Life Plan
Author: Lorei
Wordcount: 908
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Fred Weasley
Character’s Age: 15
Rating: PG for kissing (in jest!)
Warnings: none
Summary: Fred & George hate the cold and they hate school. They do like jokes, though, and being the best, that too.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Notes: N/A

whilst the other kids are freezing, we could...well, we could not.

Title: The Day Fred Weasley Kicked In The Door To Death
Author: Lorei
Wordcount: 786
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Fred Weasley
Character’s Age: 19
Rating: Still very G ♥
Warnings: BOOK 7 SPOILERS
Summary: Fred's at the end, but he just won't fade. Never-ever ♥
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Notes: N/A

Sometimes there's just nothing else to do but...

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 18 Nov 2007 08:41:30 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 5
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 25
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: As much as she wants to pretend otherwise, one day she is going to have to leave.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 5

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 11 Nov 2007 04:28:42 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 4
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 20
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: Despite Katya's disapproval, Irina knows she will accept the assignment.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 4

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 21:43:42 GMT

Title: From One Life To Another
Author: jjustsurrender / thousandocean
Fandom: The Office US
Character: Pam Beesly
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warnings: character death; no details what-so-ever
Summary: Pam learns the finality of death.
Disclaimer: I don't Pam/The Office
Author's Notes: I don't think this is a great way to start this off, but whatever. It fills the missing gap of Pam never talking about her father for me. :] This was also written for writing_binge. For more stories, please add my writing journal: thousandocean.

When Pam was five, her father died.

Her father was a minister at their local church, and he loved to draw and paint. He was the one who taught her to appreciate art. Her first piece of artwork that went on display was at his wake, and it was appropriately titled, "Daddy".

The wake, which was filled with rows upon rows of sad, crying people, confused Pam. She couldn't understand why they were crying. They would all walk over to the bed he was laying on (her mother later informed her that it was called a "casket"), pray, and then move on to hug her and tell her that it was okay. Of course it was okay. Her father would jump up in a few minutes, laughing at the hilarious prank he had just pulled on all these people. They would all laugh and then he would go on to start his sermon. He always went in with a bang.

However, her father did not get up. Her mother took Pam by the hand and led her outside, to a nice limo. Pam did not see the pall bearers close the casket and take her father out to the hearse.

When they arrived at the church, she was surprised to see a different minister standing at the alter- a different minister, standing on her father's alter. A different star standing on her father's stage. She was even more surprised to see the pall bearers bringing the closed casket down the aisle.

"No!" she screamed. "Let him out! Let him out!" She attempted to run out into the aisle to intercept the pall bearers, but her mother stopped her, while sobbing quietly.

"Pamela," her mother said, in a hoarse voice, "control yourself."

And so she did. Those words seeped down into the deepest corners of her mind, to control herself in the face of confrontation. The other minister then began to speak, and the topic was her father.

"We all know that Joe Beesly was a vital member of this parish and community," the minister said, "and that his passing is a terrible tragedy to us. But instead, let's look on the positive side. Instead of mourning over what he left incomplete, let us rejoyce over what he completed. Let's remember all the wonderful things he has done for this parish. He always put on a show to get a laugh or two. He always went in with a bang, and he definitely went out with one."

The minister then stepped down, and Pam's mother took Pam up to the alter.

"My husband was one in a million," her mother began. "He was the most kind, caring, and passionate person one could ever hope to know. Although he has left this life, I will hold onto his memory for all of eternity. His words encouraged me to be a better mother and wife. I love him unconditionally, now and forever."

And that was when Pam realized it- her father had died.

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 3 [Alias, Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 04 Nov 2007 09:56:06 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 3
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 15
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: "Does your sister know you're here?"
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 3

Fic: This (and so much more) pt. 2 [Alias/Irina Derevko]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 28 Oct 2007 07:25:55 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 2
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 10
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: This new Elena scares her a little, but Irina will never tell anyone that.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author's Notes: Written for everyfiveyears.

Part 2

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sat, 27 Oct 2007 19:27:50 GMT

Title: The Day Fred Weasley Met Arthur's Muggle Pal
Author: Lorei
Wordcount: 1916
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Fred Weasley
Character’s Age: 10
Rating: Still very G ♥
Warnings: None.
Summary: Fred & George, upon being told that they shouldn't aspire to play pranks forever, run away. Fred draws the short straw, or not, and tries to be a Muggle..for a bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Notes: Hmm, not my favorite fic. But it sets up the fic I have planned for age 15, and I do like the idea in it.

fake cut to my writing journal~

Fic: This (and so much more) [Alias]

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 11:07:26 GMT

Title: This (and so much more), part 1
Author: melanie_anne
Fandom: Alias
Character: Irina Derevko
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Summary: It is her first birthday without Papa.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.

5 years

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sat, 06 Oct 2007 03:19:13 GMT

Title: The Day Fred Weasley (Albeit Unwittingly) Created An Arachnophobe
Author: Lorei
Wordcount: 957
Fandom: Harry Potter
Character: Fred Weasley
Character’s Age: 5
Rating: Very G ♥
Warnings: None. Well, minor book three spoilers, if you like...
Summary: It's a lovely day, but Fred can't go out and fly in it. So he turns his energy to finding out the reason why he can't.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Author's Notes: I have never written HP fic before. Awesome. But I love writing Fred, and I'm having fun with this claim so far~

In the interest of broken toys & spiders!

Equilibrium

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Tue, 25 Sep 2007 23:47:25 GMT

Title: Equilibrium
Author: Angel Leviathan
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character: Elizabeth Weir
Character’s Age: 5-55
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Spoilers for Seasons 1-3 and what was Season 4 speculation.
Summary: The second person she feels she’s become doesn’t remember being so young and innocent. This person was born in Atlantis and doesn’t understand exactly how Earth operates anymore.
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis, the characters, concept, etc, don't belong to me.
Author's Notes: This is the whole fic series from start to finish.

Age 5
Age 10
Age 15
Age 20
Age 25
Age 30
Age 35
Age 40
Age 45
Age 50
Age 55

Nothing is Going Right

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sat, 22 Sep 2007 15:23:37 GMT

Title: Nothing is Going Right
Author: alphabet26
Fandom: David Eddings--Belgariad/Mallorean series (but no spoilers--this story takes place during the prequel "Polgara the Sorceress")
Character: Countess Asrana
Character’s Age: 5
Word Count: 1054
Rating: G
Warnings: Flying shoes ;P
Summary: Nothing is going right today for Asrana; her brother is leaving to be trained as knight, and now she's going to be alone.
Author's Notes: This story really assumes previous knowledge. I hope it's still enjoyable. Also, for your reference , click here for a David Eddings timeline. I made up Asrana's year of birth (she was only referred to as a "young woman" when she was introduced) and her family, but went by the timeline for everything else. For my purposes, she was born in 2294.

(Nothing is Going Right)

LJ's New Policies

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Thu, 16 Aug 2007 00:32:29 GMT

Hello! I'm just checking in with all of you re:LJ's new policies (or what we know of them so far). I'm going to assume you all know what's going on regarding the recent crackdown on underage sexuality in fandom, but if not, I'd recommend going over the most recent posts in lj_biz.

At the moment, they don't seem to be looking at any fanfiction, but it's unclear if they're about to or if the same rules apply to fanfiction as to fanart. Although this community isn't focused specifically on sex or adult situations, I fully understand that it may have a place in your characters' stories.

As I understand it, scenes with consenting, overage adults in sexual situations are entirely legal; I ask that everyone ensures that there's an obvious warning above the cut for these fics, as has always been policy here. But until everything has been fully clarified, I have to ask that no one posts fic with underage sex of any kind, even with a warning. Please understand that I don't want to limit anyone's writing in any way, but I also don't want to see nasty repercussions for the community or members themselves. We're such a small community that I don't anticipate any problems whatsoever, but it can't hurt.

Please let me know with a comment to this post if you're leaving LJ so I can open your claim up to others. Thanks very much for your help!

Suikoden I - Gremio - Age 10

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Mon, 14 May 2007 15:55:34 GMT

Title: Hour Follows Hour
Author: Hyatt

Fandom: Suikoden I

Character: Gremio

Character's Age: 10

Word Count: 992

Rating: PG for slightly-heavier-than-G subject matter, I guess.

Warnings: None

Summary: The stiffness of his back and the solemn tone of his voice made his reason for being here easy enough for even a ten-year-old boy to understand. And Gremio knew his father wasn't coming home.

Disclaimer: Gremio and the Suikoden series are property of Konami.

Author's Notes: Still not so proud of how this one turned out, but I suppose it was okay. Good news, though? I AM DONE WITH CHILDHOOD FICS. SCORE. :D

http://dam-dadi-doo.livejournal.com/2497.html#cutid1

Suikoden I - Gremio - Age 5

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Sun, 13 May 2007 20:04:10 GMT

Title: Hour Follows Hour
Author: Hyatt

Fandom: Suikoden I

Character: Gremio

Character's Age: 5

Word Count: 527

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: One damp morning, Gremio gets his first glimpse of the place he knew as home.

Disclaimer: Gremio and the Suikoden series are property of Konami.

Author's Notes I hate, hate, hate writing “childhood” fics, and this one was no exception. @_@ I’m still somewhat proud of how this turned out, I guess. Hopefully I can make the fic for Age 10 flow a little better.

Also, kudos to my girlfriend for helping me come up with the idea of Gremio’s mother having been from Crystal Valley. It certainly would explain where all those aristocratic sensibilities came from, whether or not Gremio himself was of the upper class. XD

http://dam-dadi-doo.livejournal.com/1617.html#cutid1

Sumeragi Subaru (Tokyo Babylon/X)-- 5 to 30

everyfiveyears@gmail.com — Tue, 06 Mar 2007 03:51:35 GMT

Author: Bitterfig

Title: Special

Fandom: Tokyo Babylon/X

Character: Sumeragi Subaru

Summary: Glimpses of Subaru’s life every five years from five to thirty.

Beta Reader: Nzomniac

Word Count: 2071

Rating: R

Warnings: Suggestions of Shounen-ai, Violence. Angst (it’s Subaru, you’ve gotta have angst). Spoilers for Toyko Babylon and X/1999. The final chapter (30 years old) is post-series AU.

Click here to read "Special" at my fiction journal