Title: Pirate Tales
Author: Bj Jones
Rating: R
Summary: Yo ho a Pirates life for me!
Author’s Note: Last chance to read the original series. Come Pirate Appreciation Day we’ll be taking down the old ones.
Afternoon Fic
Some of you may know of my Afternoon Fic’s that I post on my tumblr.
The final products have always been posted in the General’s Office.
Because of recent entitled twats, who felt they were wanted to cause drama – I’m no longer posting my Afternoon Fics to Tumblr.
Lucky You! I’ll be posting them here.
Now how does this work??
One: These are not Sylum related stories – these are my palete cleansers when I just can’t deal with Nico and his damn children … or Ernesto … or John … you get the meaning.
Two: The stories are not edited, they are raw form. Once finished and edited they’ll be posted in The General’s Office.
Three: There will be days you won’t see anything, but I will always come back and finish it.
Four: During Sylum Events there will be no Afternoon Fics
Five: Enjoy
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And now for the new Afternoon Fic … I’m working on. Though I can’t actually believe I’m writing in the X-Men fandom … I blame Speed completely!
Oh do I need to mention that this is AU *smirks*
He needed to protect his fellow Mutants. Charles didn’t see that, the Humans needed to learn that Mutants couldn’t just be eradicated. They were like children, who stomped on the bug because it was ugly and scared them.
He easily turned the missiles around, and just as he started to send, he was tackled to the ground.
Damn it Charles!
He didn’t want to hurt him, but this had to be done.
Why didn’t he understand!
Taking power back over the last missiles, he concentrated on what had to be done.
The first bullet caught him unawares.
Really!
The second one he deflected.
With a snarl, he turned to see the Moira, the CIA Agent shooting at him.
Really?!
Did she miss the part where he was holding a dozen or so metal missiles with his powers, and shooting at him was a stupid idea!
He heard a groan behind him.
Charles!
She was still shooting at him, with Charles nearby.
Erik dropped the missiles into the water, and focused on the real threat. She was taking pot shots, barely aiming, just shooting at his vicinity. Charles was in danger because of her recklessness.
Time slowed down as each bullet, raced towards him.
He lifted his hand to deflect with ease, only to realize it was already on the path to hit Charles. Without thought he moved …
He should have felt the pain on impact, but he couldn’t.
Shaw had stolen that from him, right along with pleasure.
“ERIK!”
He felt Charles’ arms move around him, as he fell towards the sandy beach. He blinked, trying to take a breath, to tell him that it was okay – he was safe now.
“Erik, just stay calm.” Charles moved his hand over the uniform, trying to pull it apart to get to the wound. He couldn’t lose him, not like this. With a yell he pulled off the damn helmet and tossed it as far as he could. <<Erik listen to me.>>
<<Safe. Charles. Safe.>>
“Oh God. No.” He saw it with ease, Erik stepped into the shot to protect him. <<Stay with me.>>
“Protect them.” Blood spilled from his mouth, he tried to wipe it but Charles held his hand. “All of them…”
“NO! You will not leave me!” He gripped the back of his neck and made Erik look at him. “I refuse to let you go.”
Erik suddenly cried out in pain, scaring Charles even more. He looked down to see the bullet in Erik’s hand. <<Oh dear…>>
“Charles get away from him, he’s dangerous.”
His head snapped up, mind roaring with anger and desperation. “You did this!” He yelled, his gaze was like steal as he mentally shoved her away, wrapping the dogtags around her neck and squeezed.
<<Charles…>>
“Charles!” Raven ran towards the fallen agent. “Stop it Charles you’re killing her!”
<<Charles…>>
He focused back on Erik, letting her go, not caring that she dropped the ground gasping for air. <<Erik.>>
<<Promise me you’ll take care of them.>>
“Not without you, my friend. We want the same thing. I can’t do this without you.” He cupped his face, wiping away the blood.
<<Liebling.>>
“I will not lose you.” Charles was desperate to do anything to save him. He wondered if his own powers could be used to heal if he wanted it bad enough.
“Hold on.”
Charles looked up startled to see one of Shaw’s men standing over him. Azazael was menacing looking in all the wrong ways.
“Hold on to me.” He held out his hand, towards Charles. “Hold on to him. I take you to doctor.”
Charles reached out and took it, in a flash they were no longer on a beach but instead in the lobby of a hospital.
“HELP! I need Help!”
Doctors and nurses came rushing towards him instantly. He looked up to thank him, but Azazael was already gone.
“He was shot in the chest, still breathing.” Charles informed the doctor as they lifted Erik onto the gurney. “Save him.”
“We’ll do our best…”
He lifted his blood stained fingers to his temple. <<Save him.>>
Clan Check In
We’ve had a lot of natural disasters and events.
So I’m sending a call out to the clan to check in, let us know you’re okay.
Sylum Inspiration: Jason Doyle
Border: Hunter
Jason Doyle was born in 1802 to Pamela Winthrop and Sean Doyle, in Indiana. When he was twelve, a man named Chris Larabee arrived in town and became a farmhand on his parents’ farm. When he was nineteen, Doyle found out by accident that Larabee was a Vampire, and became a Chosen One for him. At the age of 31, after both his parents passed, he asked Chris to Turn him, because he was all the family Jason had left.
Sneak Peek: Pirates Appreciation Day
As you know Pirates Appreciation Day is coming up!
We’ve got some great things coming:
Aesthetics
Pirate Q&A
POTC Series Rework!
And because I’m either evil or nice … here’s a sneak peek at some of the re-work of the 3rd Pirates story. Stories 1 & 2 are in the edits stages after being re-worked.
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“I won’t insult you by asking how you’re doing.” Nico settled himself against the opposite railing.
“I feel like I’m being pulled apart.” Will ran a hand over his face. “I have moments I’m perfectly find, usually while I’m fighting or too busy to think of anything else. Other moments I don’t think I can survive.”
“We’ll get Sparrow back.”
“I know. Even if I have to find Davy Jones and roast him over a hot pit, until he lets me into his damn locker.” Will gave him a sadistic smirk. “By the way did you know he has a kid!?”
Nico had no doubt Will would carry out his threat, and he didn’t blame him. Hedgehurst doesn’t exist anymore, so he understood better than most. He startled at the idea of Davy Jones having a child only to roll his eyes and groan.
“Jack Frost. That was what he had meant about making sure dad didn’t do anything stupid.”
“You know him … it?” Will asked with a sense of childlike curiosity. The kid had made him smile and feel hope for the first time in weeks. He wouldn’t be able to thank him enough for that.
“He’s a Sprite.”
“As in the myths? Like Sirens?”
“He said the Sirens were mermaids.”
Will stared for a moment, and then shrugged. “I rescued Elizabeth from undead pirates and my Mate is in Davy Jones’ Locker, who I might add looks like a walking squid. So you know Sprites and Mermaids … sure why not.”
“And how do you feel about Elizabeth?” Nico needed to know, especially as they had a long journey ahead.
“The Pirate in me gets it. The Vampire in me wants her dead. Most of the time the Pirate is winning.”
“So we’ll keep Tony on her as a guard.” It was good to hear Will’s chuckle. “What’s the next part of the plan?”
“Get Jack.” He straightened up, grabbing the map.
Coffee House Friday
So anyone back to school? As student or teacher?
Kids out of the house?
Or is it ‘ah classes’ I remember those ….
Sign Ups Closed: Advent, Ask A Pirate & Auditions
Thank you all for participating!!
At this moment Sign Ups are closed for Advent, for those who signed up expect to see check in posts in the next few months!
Thanks for the questions for Pirate Appreciation Day which is coming soon – this September 19th!
We’ve got some great new additions to the Sylum Wiki!! You’ll be seeing those being showcased during Advent!
Sylum Inspiration: Thomas Anderson
Border Clan: Lead Hunter
Thomas Anderson was born in 1890 to John and Michelle Anderson.
He grew up in Baltimore, Maryland and lost his parents to a house fire in 1895 while he was off visiting relatives. His uncle, unable to care for him along with his own seven children, sent him to live with his grandparents in London.
He enlisted in the military in 1914 and was part of the African theatre in World War I. During these skirmishes, he befriended Morpheus, who Turned him when he was mortally wounded.
Archived: Bj Jones Fic (CSI: Miami)
I’m working slowly but surely through my older fics … I never realized how much i had written outside Sylum … *pointedly* looks at CSI: Miami.
So far I’ve uploaded all of: Speed/Eric, Speed/Eric/Horatio, and General (which has general stories and odd pairings)
Next Goal: The rest of Horatio/Speed
CSI: Miami Page
Sylum Vault: Labor Day/End of Summer Sale
We’re coming down to the final days of our Summer Sale!
Selected items 20% Off! Ends Monday, September 4th!
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Coffee House Friday
It’s Labor Day Weekend in the US!
Which means 3 Day weekend!!
So what do you do when get a long weekend?