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Because I Couldn't Say Doesn't Make Me A Liar
By: unperfectwolf
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of name calling
Disclaimer: The entire thing isn't mine, and while I would love to have it, I'm not staking claim. Title from "Wow" by Snow Patrol.
Authors Notes: Comedy's never been my strong suit, so I hope this was good enough. Now, drama I can do (in fic or in real life!). Beta'd by the wonderful ranhuo, most likely because she was sick of me bitching about my lack of beta. Happy Holidays, kireinakanjou.
Summary: "For your in-for-mation, Draco," she pronounced carefully, "I'm not pissed. I'm just slightly inebriated."
"Why don't you get down off your high horse - or stool as it may be - and join us, Granger?"
She turned her head enough to glance at the man out of the corner of her eye. "No thank you, Blaise."
The man, who was taller than she was despite that she was sitting on a tall bar stool, rolled his eyes. "Granger, when will you learn?"
She sighed. "Not this year, Blaise. Please?"
"Oh, but Granger, Malfoy will be so disappointed." The man leaned against the bar next to her. "Come on, you know you want to."
Hermione looked at him for nearly a fully minute before she snorted and turned away, picking up her beer and taking a nearly too large gulp.
The man sighed. "Don't make me do this. Please don't make me do this, Granger." Hermione only looked at him again, causing him to rub his eyes before he reached out and took the glass from her.
"Hey!" she cried out, grabbing for the glass. Blaise smiled faintly at her attempts and set the glass down on the bar, out of her reach.
"Come on now," he reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her down off the stool, towards the back of the room, supporting her in her half drunken stumble.
"I really don't want to go, Blaise. Really really."
The man shook his head. "Granger, you knew we'd be here and you still came."
"Blaise," she begged him softly, tears welling up in her eyes. As sure sign, the man knew, that she was far drunker than she'd ever admit to. "I really don't want to see him. Please," her voice broke slightly as she pleaded with him.
Blaise stopped. "Hermione, you wouldn't be here if you didn't want to see him."
"What if I came to see you?" her voice was small, almost childlike.
He rolled his eyes. "Then you'd have dropped by, love. You know where I live."
Hermione pouted and he laughed. "All of your excuses used up now?" she nodded slowly, bringing a hand up to wipe her eyes. He sighed and began to lead her back towards the table he, Hermione and Draco used every year on Christmas. Or, the one that the three of them had used every Christmas.
The tradition had started the year of what would have been their seventh year. Harry had defeated Voldemort and the Wizarding World had rejoiced and somewhere in the middle all of the celebrations were those who were still lost got left behind.
Hermione Granger, Harry Potter's best friend. She was the "brains of the operation" and the "know-it-all" and after everything was said and done, she had nothing more that the Wizarding World wanted. No one wanted to know what obscure books she'd found her information in, or how she'd managed to come up with the right modifications to ancient spells or how she'd figured out what eccentric wizards from centuries past meant in their writings. They wanted the action heroes, the ones who had exciting stories to tell, the ones who looked good on the front of the newspapers.
After the initial interviews, people began to ignore her and slowly she faded into the background. People didn't stop her on the street and while her name rang some bells, people didn't really see her as a hero.
Never mind that with out her, there wouldn't have been a plan to defeat Voldemort or the means to implement said plan. Never mind she was the one who taught Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived Again, how to use the spells that she had found.
And so she'd become the allusive ghost-like figure who only went to the events that she was dragged to and was seen coming to and from the houses of people who were worthy of public scrutiny, but otherwise had mostly disappeared.
Draco Malfoy had been the center of attention from the time he was born, if not since the public had known he was going to be born. After the failed attempt to kill Albus Dumbledore, which no one than a few close friends of Harry Potter actually knew about, he'd completely disappeared. He'd been found by Hermione Granger on one of her trips into the less reputable places where she gathered knowledge. She'd kept her mouth shut in exchange for his help, something he felt marked her as having matured more than anything else did.
They'd spent nearly four months working together. In the end, it hadn't been any of his help that had allowed her to find the information she needed, but often she would credit him to her sanity through the months of research.
Through it all, only Blaise Zabini knew that they were in contact, and he wasn't going to be telling anyone. Upon occasion he would joined them, and Hermione hadn't been surprised by either boy's intelligence.
When Hermione had turned away from the spot light and faded from public memory, both Draco and Blaise had followed her lead. Upon occasion, Draco was mentioned in relation to one person or another, but all three of them had managed to scrape a life out of ministry jobs and obscurity for nearly ten years.
On the Christmas Eve before Voldemort's demise, Hermione, Draco and Blaise had been locked in the back room of a shop in Knockturn Alley, deep in the depth of some insane wizard's journals from nearly a thousand years before. When the shop keeper, who was allowing them to search the books with out purchasing them, had come to kick them out, all three had been at loss for where to go.
Hermione, of course, could have returned to her parents home, or the Burrow, and celebrated, but neither place was entirely comfortable to her. Her parents had become distant when she'd explained what had been going on in her life for the past years, and why her school had closed. The Burrow was awkward, with so much tension and so much sadness. She preferred solitude to the strangeness that had invaded a place that had once been a warm and inviting place.
Draco was on his own, stuck in a hide-away in Knockturn Alley. His mother was somewhere in France, staying with relatives, and even if it had been safe enough for him to go to her, he wasn't sure he would have.
Blaise's mother was still in England, but he'd given up on holidays with her long before. Always too enthralled with her latest conquest, she'd rarely had time for him if she was home.
So the three of them had exited the shop, cloaks wrapped tightly around them and scarves pulled up across the lower half of their face to ward off what they could of the biting wind. At the corner where they would have normally gone their own ways, they'd turned and looked at each other. After a few seconds, Hermione had rolled her eyes and they were off to a small corner pub, seated in the very back in the shadows.
It wasn't until the tenth year that things had changed. Hermione hadn't shown up and Draco wouldn't tell Blaise why. Now, a year later, she was there again. And even if things had changed, Blaise was glad his two friends were there.
Draco looked up as they returned, his blond hair falling into his eyes and causing him to flick it aide. Hermione's eyes followed the movement before flicking back to the floor.
Thinking she could hold herself up and get herself into the booth, Blaise released her. She immediately stumbled towards the table, catching herself at the last second, if only barely.
"Thanks," she muttered darkly.
Draco eyed her, then looked over at Blaise. "Where in the seven hells did you find her? In a gutter? She's completely pissed, Zabini!"
Blaise rolled his eyes and settled into the both across from Draco, sprawling enough to make Hermione eye the seat next to Draco.
She didn't end up taking it, but instead shoved Blaise over, nearly toppling herself. "For your in-for-mation, Draco," she pronounced carefully, "I'm not pissed. I'm just slightly inebriated."
Draco snorted. "Same thing, Granger."
At the sound of her last name, she started sharply, jarring Blaise too. He eyed them, wondering what would have made her last name sound so foreign. For as long as they'd been meeting, the boys had referred to her and each other by their last name and she'd called them by their first names. Something had happened, though he didn't know what.
Dinner progressed quietly. Hermione downed several more beers and Draco wasn't been far behind with a stronger form of liquid courage. Blaise had sipped on a single beer, watching the two intently.
"So, Hermione…" he started, after an intense silence. She'd looked up and he'd almost wanted to laugh at her glazed look. "Where were you last year?"
"With Ginny and Harry," she told him, her eyes nearly crossing as she tried to focus.
Draco snorted into his glass. "Scarhead and Weaselette? Was your dinner good or did their kids eat it all before you could get a bite in?"
Hermione turned and glared at Draco. "Dinner was delicious, thank you very much. James, Sirius, Charlie and Lily are all very well behaved children, and I know that Cedric will be as well."
"All of their children, named after dead people. Can't Potter just move on?" Draco slurred his words slightly.
Hermione's eyes narrowed and she held her glare. "I think they're all lovely names."
"You would, wouldn't you Granger?" Draco snapped.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she all but snarled.
Blaise was slowly feeling less secure in his seat as the two got worked up. He'd wanted them to confront each other, but he'd forgotten exactly how bad their fights could be when they got drunk.
By now, Hermione and Draco were leaning over the table, nearly face to face, snarling insults back and forth. "I knew you were still a little ferret, out to lie and cheat. You never were sincere. I should have just told them all where you were before they found that thing and killed it."
Blaise winced and could tell that Draco restraining himself from hitting her. He was surprised that Draco even did that, since he'd always had trouble with control when he was drunk. Blaise smirked, remembering the first time he'd seen them drunk together. The tension between the two hadn't had anything to do with dislike, not then, and he suspected, not now.
"Bitch," Draco ground out between his teeth.
"Bastard," she countered.
Her eyes narrowed. Blaise could see the name at the tip of her tongue. If she said it, he knew that dinner would be over and it would be ending with wands drawn.
The word traitor never left her lips. Instead she flung a spoonful of mashed potatoes into Draco's face.
Blaise's eyes widened and he scooted as far out of their range as possible. A gravy soaked scone flew at Hermione, hitting her in the face. Carrots flew back at Draco.
The bartender eyed them, but Blaise waved him off. He knew that if they hadn't had a significant investment in the place over the years, they'd have been gone before he'd even managed to get Hermione to the booth.
As it was, he was ducking a spoonful of peas and wincing as gravy was thrown into Draco's face in retaliation. For drunk people, the two of them had amazing aim.
A flick of Blaise's wand had two pitchers of water at hand. Another had them up ended over the two of them. They both froze. Before they could gather any ammunition to fling at him, Blaise waved his wand and cleared the table. "Are you finished?"
Hermione huffed. "Not nearly."
Draco snickered. "I think you made her mad."
Blaise snorted. "Madder than she is at you? Not possible. She got drunk alone because of you."
Draco winced, and Blaise knew the story was a long one and he'd be hearing it – and the excuses for Draco's actions – sooner than later, but at the moment all he wanted to do was get his two best friends talking again so he didn't have another year of trying to do everything twice.
"I…" Hermione looked down and licked her lips. Draco sighed and looked up, eyeing the top of her frizzy head.
"Um," he cleared his throat. Hermione looked up and cocked her head to the side. Their eyes met.
Draco smiled slightly, the dazed drunk look slowly left his eyes. Hermione bit her lip, then spoke. "I'm sorry, Draco."
"I," he sighed. "I am too."
Blaise smiled. An apology was a start. Maybe next year they'd be back to normal.
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Wildly looking about, wondering what to do next. Hands cold, body numb. I turned to something I hadn't trusted completely before. Giving myself away bit by bit. Hesitant trust, but wanting to trust completely.
I slowly allow myself to break-down. Tears streaming down my face as I feel him gently take my heart into his hands. I can feel his presence saddened by the state of disrepair I have let myself live in. He holds my heart, and slowly starts to tear away the band-aid's.
Its torturous. All those wounds, left untended, festering, have grown into something much larger than it should have been. The hurt, the memory. The agony of losing myself into something I know I'm not. The torture of finding myself again. Dying to myself.
He handles my heart gently, so gently I know he loves me more than anything. He whispers promises into my ear, saying I'm loved. I'm forgiven. My past doesn't matter.
He isn't finished with me yet. Everyday he pulls away my hands as I try to temporary repair myself, asking me to allow him to heal me. I can't heal myself. Its an everyday struggle to give myself away. Its an everyday struggle to love myself.
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On 17/06/2006, at 6:36 AM, Otis Gospodnetic wrote: > Hi Simon, > > - GData oversion page describes the auth with "send a cookie/token, > save in server-side, and then expect it from the client on > subsequent requests" (paraphrased). That sounds fine to me. I > don't think you need to worry about the client IP, as long as your > cookie/token is long and random enough (please correct me if I'm > wrong about this), although you might want to add the IP to the > string you base your MD5 checksum on. > If you store the token in the session, it will automatically get > the TTL of the HttpSession. if you are going to use the IP, and you only use the first 3 quartets (ie 218.214.209 instead of 18.104.22.168) there are several proxy servers out there which load balance HTTP requests through different ip's. regards Ian > > Otis > > > ----- Original Message ---- > From: Simon Willnauer <firstname.lastname@example.com> > To: email@example.com > Sent: Friday, June 16, 2006 12:48:59 PM > Subject: GData - Milestone 2 > > Hello everyone, > > it was quiet the last week, well I had a bad cold so Milestone 2 > starts a bit late... > Milestone 2 is about client authentication. GData client auth is also > defined (well kind of) in the gdata protocol reference on > code.google.com. The client is supposed to support either a cookie > base auth or just an auth token send back as an post response. The > client authenticates itself via a post request to the servers auth > interface sending following parameters: > > firstname.lastname@example.com&Passwd=north23AZ&service=servicename&source=Gu > lp-CalGulp-1.05 > > the email represents the account name which is associated with a > service provided by the server. Each server can provides m services > with n feeds. Each feed belongs to one account. > As it is quiet hard to figure out whether a client does support plain > token or cookie auth I will send both back to the client. after the > client has received the auth token or cookie it will call some > restricted resource on the server sending either the cookie or the > auth token. The cookie contains only the auth token. > So these are facts, I will generate a MD5 key as the auth token using > the email, password and a timestamp or something similar and save it > on the server in a kind of a session storage. the session storage will > hold the sessions for a certain time and will invalidate it if it is > timed out. Additionally i will save the client ip (at least the first > 32 bits) within the session and check it on subsequent > requests. So > this is fine as long as the server is a stand alone server. What > happens if there is a load balancer and a server farm with more than > one gdata server instances?! > I could define all gdata servers in the cluster / farm in each config > file and if a session is created or modified the current server sends > a notice to all other servers to replicate the session. (Session is > not the HTTPSession). But this could be quiet a lot of work so > synchronize all hosts and register / unregister them if the crash... > I guess this should be done in a later state of development, I just > have 2 month left... So this might be a task for development after the > SoC program has finished. > > Any Ideas about that? > > yours simon > > --------------------------------------------------------------------- > To unsubscribe, e-mail: email@example.com > For additional commands, e-mail: email@example.com > > > > > > --------------------------------------------------------------------- > To unsubscribe, e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com > For additional commands, e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com > --------------------------------------------------------------------- To unsubscribe, e-mail: email@example.com For additional commands, e-mail: firstname.lastname@example.com
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Blackburn Rovers put in a much improved display on their travels but were left pointless at Old Trafford as second half goals from Dimitar Berbatov and Wayne Rooney saw the home side claim all three points.In the games played earlier on Saturday in the Barclay's Premier league there had been no less than eight red cards issued, but there was little to raise the pulses in a first half short of drama.The home side had the better of the few opportunities available in the opening 45, a header and a fiercly struck shot from Dimitar Berbatov were both well saved by Paul Robinson.At the other end, Chris Samba's inviting header across the box deserved a Rovers player on the end of it, whilst John O'Shea blocked well to deny El-Hadji Diouf.But aside from that there was little in the way of goalmouth action.That changed ten minutes into the second half with a piece of good fortune and some skill of the highest order as United took the lead.The Rovers defence backed off to allow Patrice Evra the opportunity to shoot, but as the Frenchman's effort curved away from goal it fell to the feet of Berbatov who turned brilliantly to lash home.Rovers huffed and puffed but offered little up front and three minutes from time Wayne Rooney grabbed United's second, flicking home Anderson's centre.There was still time for late drama when Nikola Kalinić had a perfectly good goal chalked off for offside after van der Sar had saved Benni McCarthy's shot.Had that been allowed to stand it could have set up a nervy last four minutes for the Champions, but alas it wasn't the case.
Sam Allardyce was able to call upon Pascal Chimbonda,Chris Samba,David Dunn and Franco Di Santo for the trip to Old Trafford.
All four had been absent from the defeat at Stamford Bridge seven days earlier.
The home side were without defensive stalwarts Rio Ferdinand and Nemanja Vidic, and the evergreen Ryan Giggs.
With heavy defeats to Arsenal and Chelsea still fresh in the memory, a more defensive-minded Rovers took on Sir Alex Ferguson's side.
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When the United attackers did break free of their shackles, the back four of Chimbonda, Samba, Nelsen and Givet were on hand to block any danger.
Rovers' best chances in the first half came within four minutes of each other. On 18, a Paul Robinson free-kick into the United area was headed across the six yard box by Chris Samba, but there wasn't a Rovers player there to take advantage.
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Sam Allardyce will have been satisfied with his side's first half display, but less so with the defending that lead to the home side taking the lead ten minutes after the restart.
Against Chelsea last time out in the league Rovers were guilty of sitting back and inviting the opposition onto them and that occured once again as Patrice Evra was allowed the space to shoot, but although his effort was wayward it was soon forgotten as Berbatov controlled the ball brilliantly to turn and lash the ball past a helpless Paul Robinson.
But it took another half hour before either goal was threatened. Substitute Gabriel Obertan missing a sitter after being set up by fellow substitute MIchael Owen when he hit the post when it seemed easier to score.
Wayne Rooney had no such worries on 87 however when from Anderson's cross from the left the England striker swept the ball home in style.
The goal seemed over for Rovers, but there was still time for another talking point involving the officials as Sam Allardyce's side were robbed of a perfectly good goal as the game entered stoppage time.
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So thats the month of October out of the way, all are hoping for improved results in November.
MAN UTD: Van der Sar (c), Evra, Brown, Anderson, Berbatov (sub Owen 79 mins), Rooney, Carrick, Nani (sub Obertan 64 mins), O'Shea, Evans, Valencia.
Subs not used: Kuszczak, Scholes, Fabio, Fletcher, De Laet
ROVERS: Robinson, Chimbonda, Samba, Nelsen (c), Givet, Emerton, Andrews (sub Pedersen 58 mins), Nzonzi, Diouf, Dunn (sub McCarthy 84 mins), Di Santo (sub Kalinić 76 mins).
Subs not used: Brown (GK), Grella, Hoilett, Salgado
Booked: Emerton, Chimbonda (Rovers)
Attendance: 74,658
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When tasked with designing a replacement model for the 335 Offshore - the best selling model in Pursuit's history - our engineers had a tall order to fill. Fortunately, our staff is full of over-achievers and the OS 345 was born. Slightly longer and wider than her predecessor, this model features an expansive cockpit for fish fighting and a large cabin for cruising and overnighting in comfort.
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- Port-side hanging locker, cedar lined w/ light
- Overhead dinette lights (3), fwd. LED accent reading lights (2) & v-berth overhead LED accent lights (2)
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I jogged down the paving, wondering whether there was actually anywhere to go running around here. I mean, we'd only pulled up here last night, and I was half asleep at the time so all I'd wanted to do was to have a cookie and go to bed-call me crazy but I'm not really in the most curious of moods when I'm tired. I passed four girls talking with one another- one of them was wearing a skinny top and I instinctively breathed in as I ran quickly along. I didn't mind my legs-I could quite happily go out wearing shorts for running, but the whole pot(tish) belly/flat chested thing wasn't really the desired effect, so I stuck to baggy tees. I went past a school, which I recognised from the website, and would have to recognise the next day when I started up.
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'Tobias! Did I leave the door open?' I put him in my arms and turned back, ready to take him home.
'Nahh, I got out of my own accord.' Oh great, I forgot he was talking. He jumped out my arms and put a paw in the air, as if to silence my protests which I felt bubbling inside of me. 'I want to see what's in here...' he sniffed about, slinking towards the petrol station.
'Tobias...' I groaned, running after him. 'There's nothing in there, it's disused! It's completely empt-Oh.' I looked around at the group of people my age hanging around, a boy and two girls and a...bird of prey? I picked up Tobias hurriedly. 'Hi.'


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Beauty and the BeastMature
A quiet flip of the page was the only thing to disturb the silence in the apartment. Nimble fingers ran along the edge of the paper, gentle as they moved over the side of the book. There was a small clunk as a cup filled with half cold tea was put back on a glass coffee table. A creak of springs as the disturber of the peace leaned back on the sofa, hand flicking under dark tresses to let it spill over the back of the furniture.
It was a favorite book of Nikita's. Sherlock Holmes, The Hound of Baskervilles. She had read it countless times and still it held the same intrigue. With a slight grunt, she pulled her legs up on the couch to cross. From there, the hazel eyes became absorbed in the words, flicking from side to side as she mentally picked over the story she knew very well. All in all, it looked to be another quiet day in the cambion's apartment.
That is, until there was a knock at the door. Her eyes flickered up to the door, a bit to her left. A frown tugged down the corners of her lips, as was customary to her face. What was not customary was the knocking. Shekti was gone. She had intimidated the neighbors plenty and they had stopped calling on her. Her landlord only ever called by phone, and even that was rare. She always got her rent in on time. So who would be calling on her?
A light purple bookmark was inserted between the pages as the woman stood slowly, letting her body arch and pop to adjust to the new position. A glance at the clock showed she had been reading for nearly four hours. How odd, she hadn't even noticed the time. Only out of habit did one of the pale hands skirt down the length of her hair, assuring herself it was in place. Nikita had long ago given up on the opinion of humans.
Her walk was silent as she made her way across the small space, socks muffling any further noise. A twist of the knob and the door stood open just enough to reveal the brunette's slim form. Her face was troubled when she saw her visitor. A positively sunny young man with an enormous smile, as though calling upon his oldest and dearest friend. Nikita had no memory of ever seeing him before. Well practiced eyes gave him a once over, trying to detect a hint of a concealed weapon.
"Who are you and what do you want?"
"Oh, well, I don't want anything. Just thought I'd come say hi to a pretty girl." Nikita barely blinked at the confident, little wink he sent her way. "You're a quiet one, aren't you? You don't seem to come out of this gloomy little house of yours often."
Nikita's responsive frown was almost immediate. He seemed a little overly cheery to her. This almost always translated to trouble. She straightened, an unconscious attempt to intimidate, perfected from years of practice. Yes, she didn't leave her place all that often. What was the point? When you get attached to humans, you have watch them die again and again. Staying tucked away in the apartment was simpler; easier to keep from getting attached.
"Listen, there's got to be a reason you're here. People don't just randomly show up here. In fact, most people avoid it." A sudden, disturbing thought occurred to her. "Did Cain send you?" A lighter thought followed. "Or Shekti?"
He seemed deep in thought as he pursed his lips, directing his eyes upwards for half a moment before back into Nikita's suspicious ones. He shook his head as he spoke. "Nope. Does sending myself count?" He tilted his head with a definitely playful tone. "You must not have many friends." Nikita repressed a snort. "Most wouldn't automatically think this was a trick. My name is Eros, by the way." He nodded now, still flashing around that bright smile.
"No, I don't have many friends. It's better that way." What was it about him that seemed so off? Her eyes narrowed as she thought about it, earning a smirk from him. It was a familiar feeling, the sense that phenomenal power was contained in a harmless looking body. The last time she had run up against it was when she looked into a mirror or talked to her siblings. Excluding those times, she had last seen it on the battlefield, slaughtering demons alongside angels. If that's who he was, then she wanted no part in it. "Polite of you to come down and comment on my social habits but I think you'll be going now."
As Nikita backed up slightly, the door began to swing into its frame before being caught by something hard and a muttered, "Ow." Nikita glared down at the foot that had inserted itself into the path of her door. The man, Eros, was frowning down at his foot. It only took another moment before bright blue eyes zipped up to meet her own once again, the smile gracing his face. Nikita had to force herself not to slam the door again.
"Sorry, I'm not trying to be rude." Well, you are. "Simply wanted to come and talk to you. You seem like an interesting person." Though his smile was apologetic, Nikita's gritted teeth showed her plain irritation with him. Thoughts of the power in him, sensed by her own magic, interrupted her turbulent thoughts. Perhaps it would be beneficial to learn if the theory forming in her head was correct.
The cambion allowed the door to swing open, admitting the strange man with the strange name. She turned her back on him at once, stalking across the room to the kitchen. "I'm going to eat. Would you like anything, what was it, Eros?" She pulled a box of crackers from one of the higher shelves as she spoke, before turning to pluck strips of cheese from her refrigerator. "I assume not because angels don't eat."
Nikita waited for conformation from the being, not looking up as she organized the crackers and cheese into piles on the platter. If only she was eating, there was no need for them to look aesthetically pleasing. She could hear the groaning of her armchair as it bore new weight. She resisted the impulse to look up at him. She was right, she knew she was. This conviction led to the surprise at his response.
"Angel? Oh no, you have it all wrong dear, I'm no angel." Nikita's teeth were grinding at the use of the familiar term "dear." He was quickly getting on her nerves. "I'm far more powerful than any mere angel. Good guess though."
Good guess? No, she was right. He must be lying to her. "No, you've got to be an angel. I worked it out." Picking up the tray, she padded around the bar and into her living room. The tray quickly joined her cold tea on the glass coffee table. "I can tell you're older than you look. It's obvious." It was the eyes. His eyes screamed of a deeper, hidden pain, despite his sunny personality. She had seen the look too many times in the mirror.
"That, coupled with the fact that you're taking notice of me, means you're not what you seem." She resumed her previous place on her couch, moving her book aside. "You haven't killed me yet, so you're no demon." Demons were bitter. They held grudges. They would be glad to kill the woman that had lost them the battle so many thousands of years ago. She picked up a few crackers and a bit of cheese from the platter. "Thus we come to angel. It's obvious." She didn't look at him as she nibbled at her food, confident in her own reasoning.
."And those are all very good and well though out observations. But I'm not an angel." Nikita looked at him now. He had leaned forward, interlocking his fingers and looking down. He was shaking his head. "Of course a lot of people have made up the fact I have wings in stories. That is a lie. And I don't know where they got the idea." There was a moment's pause before he turned his head to look at her. "I'm higher in status than an angel. Far higher."
The woman's eyes narrowed at this man, this Eros. A lot of things came to mind, but most of them were from books she had read. "It's impossible to be higher than an angel. The only one higher is God and I've met him. You, sir, are not God. So, what are you? I've met the archangel Michael himself and you claim to be higher in status? While I can see from you attitude you believe it, I'm not sure how you can get higher." She stared at him, wondering what he could possibly be thinking. What other kind of creature had wings?
He seemed to be calculating the best way to say it as he looked at her, a smaller smile playing along his mouth. "You know my name, Nikita." Had she even told him her name? "Eros…you've heard that name somewhere before have you not?" No, don't be stupid. "I am higher in status than any angel…but I'm not the God. I'm a god."
"No. No." She refuted immediately, shaking her head, some loose brown locks floating around her head. "There are no gods. The Greeks and Romans just really loved a good story. There were no real gods. Eros, the original, is just a myth." He must have been mentally damaged to believe himself a god. Perhaps she ought to take him somewhere with humans to watch over him. "Don't tell me you're so inclined as to think you're a god. There is no way."
Nikita leaned back as he stood and began to roam the small living room area, partially walled off by the kitchen bar. Her hazel eyes followed him, listening to the sigh that escaped his lips. This went on for a few moments before he looked back at her. "I can see why you wouldn't believe me, but it is true. I can prove it if you'd like. We'd have to go outside for me to do anything properly though."
He seemed exceptionally eager for her to believe him. It was odd. She wasn't sure what exactly it was he hoped to prove. There was no way he was a god. He had nothing to convince her unless he decided to pull a few cheap magic tricks out of his sleeve. Although, why that entailed them going outside, she wasn't sure. Perhaps he wanted the space in case he aggravated her and she decided to force him to reveal what he really was.
"Fine, Eros, we'll go outside." She also stood, jerking her head towards the door, indicating him to follow. Despite her disbelief, her curiosity had still been piqued. Without bothering to wait for him, she walked out of the apartment, grabbing her tennis shoes from the side of the door. She pulled them on as she walked, determined not to look back at the stranger. They took the single flight of stairs down and out of the building, emerging onto a busy, well lit street. Nikita blinked slightly, pulling her arms around herself at the chill breeze.
Eros appeared to be looking for something, frowning around her street before focusing on the bus stop nearby. Nikita glanced over the two sitting there. A woman on her phone, evidently working, and a man in a suit and tie were sitting as far away from each other as possible on the small bench. Her gaze wandered back to Eros who was looking at her again.
"Okay, I want you to watch closely. Those two are a couple of strangers." He leaned back against the wall of her apartment building, eyes now roaming back to the couple as he spoke to her in an undertone. "Never even met each other. Now, I promise you this isn't staged whatsoever." Nikita resisted a snort, her attention turning back to the couple. As if she would believe any promises he made. "That's not how I do things."
Nikita watched until he gave a casual flick of his finger towards the two. The cambion looked between Eros and the couple. He was looking down at the ground. Her attention returned to the couple who were now looking at each other. One brow raised in curiosity. They were smiling now. "Wait a moment." Eros warned her. She threw an annoyed glance at him.
There was a clatter as the woman's phone fell from her hand. She scooted across the bench towards the man smiling shyly at her. Without any warning, she lifted her mouth to the man's, kissing him. A slight flush was on Nikita's face before her skeptical look returned. She wasn't intruding on anything. He set this up to trick her for some bizarre reason.
"Don't even know each other." Eros said fondly, looking over them with a proud expression, as though he were a parent surveying his child and a well picked companion. "They're going to be a cute couple." Nikita tried to refrain from an eye roll. Sure, this was set up to prove that he was the god of love. The cambion was not so easily fooled. It was with an irritated expression that she trailed behind the man who had begun to walk down the street.
"I can do more than that, though, since you're probably still in disbelief, so-" A finger snap. That's all it took. One snap of his fingers and everything around them froze. Nikita did so also, though it was more out of surprise. The cars were frozen, their drivers firmly fixed with their hands on the steering wheels and their feet on the gas pedals. Eros had turned to look at her, still walking backwards. There was complete silence around them now, except for his footsteps against the pavement.
He stood still then, grinning at her. "This is one of my favorites. Helps me when I need to stop and think about something for a moment." Nikita blinked slowly at him, unsure of what to say. Instead of taking the time to craft a response, she moved over to a man in mid-stride, frozen with his phone to his ear. She gave him a hard poke in the stomach. No response. She put all of her strength into a slap to his face. He didn't move an inch, though there was now a large red print of Nikita's hand on his cheek.
Frozen. Time had stopped. She arranged her face into a carefully impassive mask as she turned back to the god in front of her. She had to admit, he was powerful. Although that boyish grin he flashed around gave him a bit of an innocent look. "I'll admit, you're pretty good." She walked closer to him, slowly and with her hands clasped tightly behind her back. "There's still something I'm having trouble understanding." She stopped walking a mere foot away from him.
"If you're this powerful, then why take notice of me? Surely you have other gods to socialize with, more interesting people to see and to meet. If you are really who you say you are, then why are you wasting your time on me? Not even humans take the time to do that." Even if he was faking this somehow, which she was beginning to doubt, she still didn't understand why he had come to her. What was the point? Why would he bother with her? She was dying to find out why someone with the power to stop time even knew her name.
Nikita had never managed to stop time this way. She had tried a fair few times out of simple curiosity. The closest she had come was being able to freeze her test subject, a cockroach, for twenty seconds. Time was complex and she hadn't wanted to tamper with it for several centuries. She had thought perhaps when she was older and wiser, she might go back and try again but she had never had the motivation. And here he was, able to do what she never had been able to.
"You're special, Nikita." She snorted. "You are, aren't you? You know it. Of course, everyone has to find love at some point." A second snort and an eye roll to boot. Her? Love? Ridiculous. "I suppose I'm scoping you out. It's been a bit hard for me to understand you when you're tucked up in that house so much." She raised an eyebrow now. He had been watching her? He merely watched her a moment longer, as though fascinated by her. Then his eyes narrowed in a curious manner. "How long have you been watching humanity, Nikita?"
A muscle in her jaw twitched as she looked away from him. She had been having such a great time until he had to ask that question. She hated thinking about the past. "Ten thousand years, roughly. Lost track after about two thousand." She looked back at him with a steely glint in her eye. "I don't need love." She stated firmly, saying it slowly and clearly so that he would be sure to understand. "Any sort. I stay tucked up in that house to avoid any sort of attachment to people."
A disturbing thought occurred to her. "I don't want you making me suddenly fall in love with some man, no matter who he is. I might be special, but I'm not important." I've served my purpose. "I'm a shadow mover, not disturbing history's course if I can help it. And that includes disturbing the histories of the individual." She stepped forward with determination. "I don't want to charge into someone's life and ruin it."
Eros leaned back against the brick wall, away from the slightly angry cambion. She watched his arms cross over his chest and his lips pursed. "You're still young. Young compared to me, that is." He let out a short laugh. Young. Young. The last time anyone had called her that was her brother and the memory was not at all pleasant. It wasn't a characteristic one applied to her.
"I understand why you wouldn't want to get attached to someone but everyone deserves affection, Nikita." Not her. That was the last thing she deserved. "I don't think you'd be ruining anyone's life by coming into it. You might make it better." Bullshit. "So far you've kept a very low profile, but I'm sure things must get boring."
"Maybe I like boring." She countered immediately, her arms crossing tightly over her chest. "Maybe I've seen enough not-boring that the boring is actually okay. I don't want love, Eros. I don't understand why you want me to have it. I don't want that pain anymore." Here it comes. The pain. The memories. "I watched my family grow up and die right before my eyes. Brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews. You really think I'm ready to jump into that kind of crap fest? My emotions have been toyed with enough, thank you."
She hated that look of sympathy he gave her. She hated this conversation and she hated him. Why did he have to come around asking these things, making her feel those old emotions? Was she being punished? She was seriously considering stomping away but she was sure that with his power he would be able to drag her right back, force her to listen.
"I want you to have it because you deserve it, Nikita. Of course I'm not going to make you." Her eyes widened, surprised. "It takes time. But I understand how you feel." How could you possibly? "I've seen a lot I wish I hadn't seen. A lot of things that have stayed etched in my brain for too long. And I know that there are things you wish you could forget." Did he mean her entire existence? "But sometimes we just have to move on from that.
"I'm not going to toy with you or force you into something you don't want."
"I've lost everyone." She said quietly, not looking at him. She had watched everyone die, her brother turn on her and her sister leave her. How was she supposed to let anyone, let alone a lover, back in after that? The first thought that went through her head when she met someone was that they would be dead before she could blink her eyes. She wasn't sure he completely understood. If he was a god, then surely there were others, family members that were always there, as immortal as he. He had them, even if he did also watch the humans wither. She just had herself now.
Sure, Shekti was still out there, as was Cain, but her sister was too stubborn to ever come back. Cain wanted to strip her of her flesh and dissect her. She brushed off a shiver at the memory of her brother's twisted experiments. No, there was no one left for her, no one she could care about again, no matter what this god told her.
"You've seen humans die. No matter how many times you see it, it still leaves a hole behind. Every time." She fought to keep her voice at a steady volume, looking back up to him. "How am I supposed to live with another hole?" I've got more holes than soul. "How am I supposed to care about someone else and watch them die?" And why would I chain them to a monster? What do you think would make them love me back?
He gave her a little nod, sadness evident in his eyes. "Yes, I have watched many people die. And it hurts me every time, to be honest. I know what you're thinking, that I still have friends." The other gods. "I don't really." Did you give them the same love pep talk? "I was pushed aside by most of the others because I wanted my one friend I still have to be treated with respect. For them to stop treating him like scum.
"But he was still pushed away, and I've been pushed away too. Anyone who disagreed with them was basically thought of as useless. So, of course, they don't want anything to do with me anymore, and I don't really want anything to do with them either." Nikita looked away for a moment, trying to process this. However, he kept speaking and her eyes were drawn back to his face. "The thing about caring for someone is they never really leave. And you know that from experience. I simply want you to be happy. I'm sure it's probably been years since you've ever smiled genuinely, Nikita."
"What's to smile about?" Her tone was bitter as their eyes locked. "The only think I want in this world is the only think I cannot have just because of my ancestry." Her tongue suddenly stilled, realizing how much she had said and all that she had almost let on to. She didn't talk about her real father, not ever. She certainly didn't talk about him with a stranger.
Nikita was frustrated with the whole idea. All she wanted was to die. That was all. It was the only thing she couldn't have. She had bank accounts bursting with money, she could have any man she liked, she could overthrow a government with a snap of her fingers She could have everything she could ever want. Except death. It was all she had ever wanted and it was what she couldn't have because of her parents. Her mother's reoccurring mistake and her father's reoccurring deceptions.
"Listen, I'm sorry for your friend and you and all, but I don't really see anything to be happy about. It is nice of you to care but I had best be going now." Without another word to him, she turned on her heel and traced the path back to her apartment. Her mental walls came up automatically, even as the street burst back into life around her. The conversation had brought up too many unpleasant feelings, things she had tried to keep hidden.
The god made no attempts to follow her back into her apartment building and she was grateful. Once inside, she tore up the stairs and into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. No more visitors. Not now, not ever. Smoothing down her ruffled self, she sat on the edge of her couch again, picking up Sherlock Holmes and flipping open to her previous page.
It was quickly evident that she would not be able to resume her previous behavior. Her fingers tapped an erratic beat on the book cover, her mind not taking in any of the words on the page. With a frustrated huff, she put the book back down, running her hand over her face and slumping backwards. Her quick mind was filled with images of the golden haired god with the soft eyes and sad words. Why today? Why now?
Abandoning the cheese, crackers and tea still on her coffee table, she kicked off her shoes. The cambion stood and exited the room which was considerably messier than it had been less than an hour ago. Past the door leading out to the world where that god was, she went through the door frame leading to her bedroom. The mattress squeaked as she threw herself on top of it, pulling a pillow to her face.
What had that been all about?


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This is a discussion on Sheep letter within the Concealed Carry Issues & Discussions forums, part of the Defensive Carry Discussions category; Hey guys, I recall reading some time ago a email or letter on a fourm about sheep and the sheep dog. Does this ring a ...
Hey guys,
I recall reading some time ago a email or letter on a fourm about sheep and the sheep dog. Does this ring a bell to anyone? It points out that some of us choose to be sheep while others choose to be the sheep dog. I was telling my wife about this letter last night and I have been trying to find it all day without luck. If anyone has it or can point me in the right place that would be very helpful!
Thanks to all in advance!
"The only purpose for a pistol is to fight your way back to the rifle you should have never laid down". -unknown
Sweet...Thanks JD!
"The only purpose for a pistol is to fight your way back to the rifle you should have never laid down". -unknown
Just to let you know this is a very famous piece of writing in the gun owning, gun carrying community.
DEMOCRACY IS TWO WOLVES AND A LAMB VOTING ON WHAT TO HAVE FOR LUNCH. LIBERTY IS A WELL ARMED LAMB CONtestING THE VOTE.
Certified Instructor for Minnesota Carry Permit
NRA Pistol and Personal Protection Insrtuctor
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The email you received originated (as far as I can determine) was published in a book by Lt. Col. Dave Grossman, entitled "ON Combat". On pg 176, 177, he tells of a conversation he had with a old retired Colonel from the Vietnam era. The old Colonel told him the story.
In essance 98% of the people run through their lives like sheep. Nothing to insult them, but they go through their life taking care of their kids, going to the mall; doing as they wish. They do not think of the wolf lurking around the ATM when the get the money as they often do.
The other 2% of the people are either sheep, or sheep dogs.
Sheep dogs look a lot like wolves to the sheep. The sheep don't like anything with hair and fangs. But, when the real wolf comes around, they hide behind the sheep dog.
So when you go out without your weapon, just say Baaah!
"ONn Combat" can be purchased at any of Grossman's seminars or at Amazon. It is a Most Execellent read..
Hope I helped.
i had never heard of that before. that was a great read. bookmarked :D, and i think i might have to foward that to a few sheeple i know.
"Dead is dead"
"Yea, till we show up with jumper cables and drugs to debate it"
It's an excellent read, and sad. Most folks go through life totally blind to the dangers out there.
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"We are poor little lambs, who have lost our way. baaa! baaa! baaa!"
The Yale University Wiffenpoofs (hardcore Gun Guys)
Upon an up-close & personal visitation from a wolf, most sheep can only go one of two ways. Find a Sheep Dog...or BECOME one.
(*There are rumors of a secret sect of Tactical Sheep Ninjas...but I have no more intel. They're impossible to spot)
There are only TWO kinds of people in this world; those who describe the world as filled with two kinds of people...and those who don't.
"I pledge allegiance to the war banner of the united states of Totalitaria. And to the Republic, which no longer stands, several bankers, who are now god, indivisible, with Bernanke bucks and credit for all."
you guys are too much
thanks for the link
I had not read that ,it explains a lot to me about myself
Zoe: "Preacher, don't the Bible have some pretty specific things to say about killing?
Book: "Quite specific. It is, however, somewhat fuzzier on the subject of kneecaps."
You should read the entire book:
"On Combat" - Lt Col Dave Grossman


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Wrote a program, called Enquire, which he called a "memory substitute" for his personal use to help him remember connections between various people and projects at the lab
Also wrote the first web server
Described a theoretical machine he called a "memex," which was to enhance human memory by allowing the user to store and retrieve documents linked by associations. This associative linking was very similar to what is known today as hypertext.
Knew the Web was mostly used by academics and engineers who had access to such machines; called their new browser Mosaic; Mosaic changed to Netscape
Known for coining the term "hypertext." Nelson's system was very similar to that envisioned by Vannevar Bush.
What once may have taken days or weeks of diligent library research now can be accomplished in just a few hours of Net surfing.
An application program created by Bill Atkinson for Apple Computer, Inc. that was among the first successful hypermedia systems before the World Wide Web. It combined database capabilities with a graphical, flexible, user-modifiable interface.