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Hi :) This oneshot takes place late in season 6, a little while after Izzie's departure. It's my take on the roadtrip Alex promised Izzie - but without her. This is my first attempt at writing for Grey's Anatomy, so I'd love to know what you think - reviews would be much appreciated! Thanks, and I hope you enjoy it :)
"We could take a road-trip. Stop in Iowa. See some corn."
"Doesn't your mom live in Iowa?"
"Yeah. I think she'd like to meet you."
Alex has driven, eyes on the road, with only a brief stop to catch a few hours' uneasy sleep in a lay-by, for twenty-six hours and forty minutes, and so far he has done so with a head empty of thoughts and eyes blind to anything except the road in front of him.
It's only as he turns onto a road he recognises, more of a track really, strewn with stones, his tyres bumping over random clumps of grass, that he lets out a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and relaxes his iron grip on the steering wheel. For a second, she's in the car with him, blonde hair streaming in the breeze from the open window, laughing, eyes lit up with happiness as she glances sideways at him, tongue caught between her teeth.
Alex allows himself a small smile. Izzie would have loved it here. The trees, the sunshine, the warmth. And his mom. They'd have got on like a house on fire. For a second, he can see it all. Dusky evenings out on the front patio, the last rays of the dying sun glancing off the surface of the lake as they sit and talk. His mom would be fashioning wind chimes out of cedar branches. Or weaving, or making wood cuttings, or whatever her latest idea was. Izzie would admire her handiwork, would maybe try it herself, before abandoning the attempt with a laugh and shaking her blonde curls out of her eyes. Alex's mom would ask all the right questions, about surgeries, about friends, about family, and if – when – she saw the shadows flicker in Izzie's eyes, she'd smile at her and offer her another maple cookie, and turn the conversation to something else. And when Izzie excused herself, tired after their long drive, his mom would put her hand over his and nod, a twinkle in her eye, and he'd feel her approval a thousand times over.
A stoat ripples across the road in front of him, and Alex blinks. He knows there's no-one in the passenger seat, not Izzie, not anyone. But he doesn't look, because he doesn't want to see it. Right now, he can pretend that the setting sun in the corner of his eye is a curl of blonde hair, that the gentle sound of the babbling brook alongside the track is a lilting laugh, that he is not alone.
Alone. That's what it comes down to, now. Sure, he's got friends, and mentors. But no matter how much consolatory tequila Meredith can offer him, no matter how much therapeutic abuse he can hurl at Cristina, no matter how much encouragement Shepherd and Sloan can give him, none of it can make him feel any less crushingly alone right now. For all he'd said, he hadn't realised quite how much he had relied on Izzie, how deeply he had needed her, until she was gone. Until he'd told her to leave.
His mom wouldn't understand that. When you love someone, you hang on tight. You hang on so tight your damn knuckles go white, and you never give up. He doesn't remember when she told him that, or why. He just remembers the conviction on her face. He'd never be able to explain to her why he told Izzie to leave him. He doesn't even really know, himself. Just that it shouldn't have to hurt that much. And, most of all, that had it been the other way round, had he been in her shoes, he would never have left in the first place. He wouldn't have been able to. Nothing fate could have thrown at him would have torn him away from her, as long as he had the breath left in him to beat the crap out of the universe. She'd just neatly cut her ties and left. That was why it hurt. And, deep down, he couldn't trust her not to do it again. That was why.
Alex spends the next couple of days by the lake, fishing for salmon and swimming, diving into the crystal clear water and hauling himself back onto the warm, smooth rocks to lie in the sun and let the beads of water evaporate from his skin as he drifts, eyes closed, to a world of his own.
It's not as if he grew up here, or anywhere like here. His childhood was one of fighting and shouting, broken bottles and purple bruises, his father's whiskey-fuelled rages and the terrible, heaving sobs that followed them, full of the remorse that he couldn't articulate, that he struggled to cope with, that he drank to forget so that eventually he didn't feel it any more. Alex's mother had managed at first, had got the kids dressed and fed, sent them to school in the morning and kept the house running, after a fashion. But there was only so much she could take, and when the rings of exhaustion around her eyes became permanent and she started to leave the oven on or the bath overflowing, and the kids appeared at school with unbrushed hair and no money for lunch, that was when the authorities stepped in and the rest, as they say, was history.
Now, Alex likes to think they've got through it. He still feels responsible for his family, still makes sure his mom takes her medication and keeps an eye on his brother and sister, whether they realise it or not. But things are better now. Even after everything that's happened, since his brother flipped out and...well. It hasn't been easy. But it's bearable. And, really, bearable is all Alex's life ever has been. For a little while, for a few shining moments, life had been good. With Izzie, everything had fallen into place. And even then, even when she'd gone and got cancer, which was horrible and frightening and so, so typical of his life, they'd been all right. He remembers what she said that night, that night when he realised that it didn't have to be hard, that not everything was supposed to be difficult, that some things were just right. "I care about you," she'd told him. "I care about you and I'm not going to go crazy. And I'm not going to try and kill myself. And I'm not going to stop caring about you, no matter how hard you push me away." The irony of it would make him laugh if he didn't feel as if his heart was shredding to pieces just thinking about it. Crazy she might not have been, and Alex would have beaten the crap out of anyone who'd suggested it, but conversations with your dead fiancé beat any number of hysterical pregnancies hands down. And yet how could she possibly have known? How could she even for one second have known how things would turn out, that in the end, she was going to hurt him so much more than anyone else ever had? Her promises had given him absolution, had allowed him to love her as he always should have, and then, in the end, they had lain in shards at his feet, along with his pride and his fragile faith and the pieces of his shattered heart.
She had healed him, and in return he had loved her so much that life without her ceased to make sense. And then she'd left, and the firm foundations she'd built beneath his feet had crumbled into sand, and the fortress she'd pulled down, brick by brick, from around his heart, had picked itself up and hardened, once more, into flint.
One afternoon, Alex finds his mother sitting on the porch step, shelling peas. She looks up as he approaches, one hand shading her eyes from the sun. Around her neck hang wooden amulets and mismatched beads, each of which, if he asked, would have a story just waiting to be told. But Alex sits down, without saying a word, beside his mother and reaches into the bowl for a handful of peas. She nods her thanks, and for a moment there's silence, save the rustling of the grasses and the caw of a blue jay hidden among the trees. Eventually, without looking up from her work, his mother brings up the subject he's been waiting for.
"You said there was a girl."
Alex doesn't answer for a moment. The pod splits open in his hand, spilling cool green peas into his cupped palms. "There was."
His mother offers him the bowl. "Past tense."
"Yeah." He scuffs his sneaker on the edge of the step. "She...left. A while back. It was complicated."
"Well, if you've got a story, I've got the time." Her patient voice stirs emotions in Alex which he hasn't felt for a long time. Suddenly he's a child again, and she is his mother to whom he can entrust all his secrets and know that she will keep them. So he confides in her. He tells her everything. He tells her about the moment he first saw Izzie, how stunningly, incredibly, spellbindingly beautiful he thought she was. He tells her how much joy she got from her work, how good she was with her patients, how loved she was by everyone who met her. He tells her about the late-night, tear-soaked baking sessions, the tequila she kept beneath her bed for when things got too much, the edge she had that made her tough. And then he tells her about the cancer, and the chemo, and the way she tried to hide it from her friends. He tells her that he married her. And that he loved her. And that no-one he's ever met in his whole life has made him happy like Izzie Stevens did.
And then he stops.
The peas are done, by now. His mom has been quietly shelling them as he's been speaking, and now there is a pile of discarded husks at her feet. She fingers one of the amulets around her neck, and looks out across the water, deep into the forest that borders it on its far side. A breeze ruffles the surface of the sapphire lake.
"You know why I like this place?" Alex shakes his head mutely, and his mom contemplates him for a moment, her expression unreadable. "It's like it washes you clean. You come out here and, whatever crap it is you're trying to escape from, it's like it doesn't exist. It makes it better. You stay out here with me a while, Alex. Let the lake work its magic." She pauses and looks at him sharply from under the brim of her wide hat. "She leave you?"
Alex shakes his head. "I told her to go." Normally he would spit the words out. He has done, before now. To Meredith, to Cristina, to Lexie, when they've tried in their different ways to comfort him, to be there for him, to look after him in a way that he will never allow anyone to do again, since she stopped doing it. But today the words are different, and he thinks that his mom is right. This place is good for him. Today he can say those words without bitterness or regret or self-loathing, just with a sense that, however painful and terrible and heart-breaking it was to say them to her, he was right to do so.
"You couldn't do it anymore?" His mom puts his hand on his knee, and reads his silence as assent. "You're better, you know," she says after a moment. "Better than you were. You can't see it right now, but I sure as hell can. I think she mended you, Alex. I think she put you back together when you didn't even know you were broken."
"She did," he mutters, feeling his voice shake with an unaccustomed emotion he tries hard to suppress. "She did, and I loved her for it. But I deserved better than the hell she put me through, and it was her who taught me that."
His mom nods, and for a moment a tear glints in her eye. "Of course you deserve better," she tells him, and he is surprised to hear her voice crack slightly as she speaks. "I'm so proud of you Alex. You're a good man, even if you don't always like to show it. You're good at what you do, and you care. Of course you deserve better. Doesn't mean you have to like it." She pauses, and he finds himself amazed at both her impassioned praise and the ease with which she has accepted his reasoning. He was expecting to be told he'd thrown everything away, wasted his chance, turned tail and run away from happiness. But instead, his mother understands. She understands why he did what he did, and she understands the agony he feels about having to do it. She squeezes his hand, and for a moment, he lets her. Then she smiles, somewhat sadly. "I'll tell you what, Alex, that girl must have been something special."
Alex smiles slightly, feeling some of the bitterness ebb away. "You'd have liked her, mom. You'd...really have liked her."
She inclines her head. "I'm sure I would." For a moment, there's silence. Then, looking away from him, she continues. "It's not easy for you, is it? To let someone love you. It never has been. Ever since you were a kid. There aren't many people you'd give that chance to."
"One in a million." His eyes start to sting, and rather than look at her face he studies the ground beneath his feet. It's peaceful out here, by the lake, and for the first time he feels a twinge of regret that he can only stay a few days. His mother made herself a life here; why shouldn't he? But, he reminds himself, he has a life of his own. He has friends, and a job, and a house with reliable central heating and a microwave. He doesn't kid himself; he knows that the city is where he belongs, really. He'd go mad stuck here forever. But sometimes the peace and quiet, the closeness to nature, the solitude, is exactly what he needs. And sometimes, childish as it may sound, his mom is exactly who he needs.
After a while, his mom breaks the silence that has settled over them. "Want to know what the old legends say about this place?" she asks.
Alex nods, watching a lizard skitter over the shards of a broken plant pot. "Go on then."
"They say..." Her hand strays to the string of beads around her neck and she winds them between her fingers like some kind of talisman. Alex, who has never held any faith with these things, finds himself strangely, inexplicably transfixed. "They say that this lake holds the spirits of the people we've loved and lost. That we can reach them. They say that it only takes faith. Faith which we don't always realise we have. If we want to see them, if we really want to see them, they will come."
To hide his unease, Alex laughs. "Nice story, mom." She smiles knowingly and takes his hand in hers, and together they sit on the porch step as the shadows lengthen and the minutes stretch into hours and the golden afternoon turns slowly into purple twilight.
When Alex wakes the next morning, he feels instantly that something is different. The last tendrils of an escaping dream flutter before him in a haze of sunshine, and the warm breeze drifting through the open window touches his cheek like a whisper. The pillow beside him is cool and slightly damp, and when he puts his face to it he can smell the lake.


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Graphene, the one-atom-thick material made of carbon atoms, still holds some unexplained qualities, which are important in connection with electronic applications where high-conductivity matters, ranging from smart materials that collectively respond to external stimuli in a coherent, tunable fashion, to light-induced, all-optical networks. Materials like graphene can exhibit a particular type of large-amplitude, stable vibrational modes that are localised, referred to as Discrete Breathers (DBs). The secret to enhancing conductivity by creating DBs lies in creating the external constraints to make atoms within the material oscillate perpendicular to the direction of the graphene sheet. Simulations-based models describing what happens at the atomic level are not straightforward, making it necessary to determine the initial conditions leading to the emergence of DBs. In a new paper published in EPJ B, Elham Barani from the Ferdowsi University of Mashhad, Iran, and colleagues from Russia, Iran and Singapore use a systematic approach to identify the initial conditions that lend themselves to exciting DBs in graphene, ultimately opening the door to understanding the keys to greater conductivity.
The authors first used simulations to understand the dependency of the amplitude of the DB vibrations on the frequency of oscillations. Barani and colleagues then established the dynamic equations describing the vibrating motion of the atoms in graphene and the influence of external energy potentials. They discovered that there is exactly one solution to the equation corresponding to the emergence of DB excitations, which is dictated by the regular symmetry of graphene.
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I'm one of those chaps who's having a particularly good time of it, since shortly before the scandal broke I sank all my money into Amalgamated Rope, Lynching Gibbets and Flaming Torches (Bridport) Ltd, so if things carry on the way they are, I stand to make enough out of this little caper for a couple of duck islands all of my own.
People are cross, aren't they? Not just cross like when you lose your keys - properly cross, like your wife is when you lose her keys.
On the one hand, this has had unexpected positive benefits: it has united an often fractured and fractious public in a way that can normally be achieved only by England making it to a World Cup semi-final or the death of a royal.
On the other hand, the downside is that if we allow the hammer of fury to fall too hard, we do seem to be in some danger of breaking democracy.
So let us take a moment for some rational thought before we all do something we might regret. What will we get when the deed is done? What will replace democracy?
To begin with, of course, it will be mob rule. A bit of a mixed blessing, that - great in that everyone gets a say, terrible in that it means no decision will ever get made, as anyone who's ever seen a group of more than five students trying to decide which pub to go to will know.
Pretty soon we're going to have to settle on a new system of government. So what are our choices?
There's monarchy. On the one hand, this would be an excellent choice if we doubled it up with a decision to try to claw our way out of our current financial horrors by refocusing Britain's economy so that there is less reliance on the selling of futures and derivatives and more on the selling of souvenir mugs.
On the other hand, it would mean Big Liz wouldn't have enough time for going around opening all those hospitals, which would only add to the waiting lists.
There's gerontocracy, which is government by the old people.
This, though, is potentially disastrous because even when the country couldn't afford it they'd be forever sending us tax rebates with little notes saying: "Buy yourself something nice - don't tell your mother."
There's gynaeocracy - government exclusively by women.
That sounds excellent but we tried it between 1979 and 1990 and, speaking as someone from the formerly industrial north, it didn't work out that well, to be honest.
So look, maybe instead of breaking what we've got, we should disband the baying hordes, calm down a bit and see how we feel in the morning. That would certainly seem the sensible thing to do.
On the other hand, as a heavy investor in Amalgamated Rope, I would like to offer the following, contrary piece of advice:
Tough luck, boys - you've been rumbled
The News of the World love a sting, don't they? To them, this earth is peopled by two groups, hapless officials and ne'er-do-wells, and barely a month goes by without them pompously trumpeting some breach in security or other that they've been able to achieve thanks either to the bungling of the former or the moral decrepitude of the latter.
This scoop is usually achieved by one of them posing as a sheikh. I don't know why it's always a sheikh - possibly that's the only costume in the NoW dressing-up trunk that isn't a leopardskin lady-thong. Their latest escapade - revealing serious security lapses at Buck House - involved reporters dressing up as Middle Eastern businessmen because, I suspect, the sheikh costume was at the dry cleaners and they didn't have time to work up another character.
I think it's time for a change. The NoW reporters have operated from within their comfort zone for far too long.
They've proved that everyone falls for the Arabian shtick, so let's see them challenge themselves.
Next time they want to get on a plane, how about a pirate costume? If they can get past security with a hook for a hand, they'll deserve their exclusive.
The most interesting aspect of the News of the World's story about getting to sit in the Queen's car was not so much the fact that a palace employee was so easily able to cause a security breach but that the place is normally so tightly locked down that even the Duke of Edinburgh and the Prince of Wales have to show photo ID to get in.
How absolutely marvellous that the royal family have such a thing. What else on earth might they need it for? Can you rent carriages from Avis?
Are the utilities bills for the royal palaces in their names as well in case they want to get a DVD of 2 Fast 2 Furious out and it isn't their usual branch of Blockbusters?
What of the Queen, though? Does she not have to carry ID? No. Of course not.
But the palace staff do have to keep a fiver with them at all times, just so they can check it really is her.
Any big ideas on life? Not a sausage
Life is difficult for many reasons - relationships take work, career success is dependent on the whim of others, Waitrose sometimes runs out of that nice yoghurt you like.
Really, human beings owe it to one another to pass on the little lessons, the nuggets of wisdom that smooth the path from breakfast to bed.
Nothing major - no life-changing Damascene revelations, just the small stuff of life.
It is in that spirit that I offer this advice, born of many experiences, most recently last night: however the cooking instructions on the packet of sausages may read, you should always take the first one to be "Disable the smoke alarm".
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Chapter One Part 2
Silvernist was shoved hard into her bedroom by Aviel's big hands. Once she landed on the ground on her side, she turned to see Aviel closing the large, heavy metal door.
"I will send another maid to tend to you so for now, sleep." The door closed and Silvernist stood up and stared at the door. Not very long ago had she snuck into the necropolis and was roaming inside, until she came across a kitchen where there were a few maids cooking food and talking about Aviel; a wizard who lived in the necropolis for over a hundred years and who had known Andorra. Silvernist became interested wanted to meet this wizard so she decided to pose as a maid. At first she was to tell her master his breakfast was ready but Instead, he acted strangely telling her that she had a task for him to do. Aviel didn't even tell her, her task. And what did he mean by training? She began searching her room that was mainly dark and cold although there were torches that were lit vibrantly around her bed and along the walls. Then she walked over to the side of her bed and fell back on top of it, staring at the black ceiling.
Silvernist thought of everything that happened up until now. Her grandmother told her that her mother and father died when was she was a baby so her grandmother raised her. Her life was incredibly hard and full of discrimination. Her hair and eyes kept people away from her; especially Emma and Stella who was rude to her.
"How can boys not like that beautiful face?" Her grandmother would comfort her when she was being bullied and teased. Her grandmother always made her feel better when she was depressed and alone.
Silvernist doubted she even had a purpose in this life. She constantly questioned her existence and wondered, was there really something for her in this world? Was she born this way… for something important? Why was she the only one with silver hair and silver eyes?
She lay on the bed with her eyes closed. Her head began to pound and she felt exhausted from climbing down from the cliff and walking all the way here. Her body and herself needed sleep but she was afraid that when she woke up, she would be back in the village with Louisa and this would all be a dream. Silvernist relaxed and pulled the blankets over her and instantly fell asleep.


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A/N: And this marks the final chapter of this story. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much I did writing it. This story is kind of special, because this is very much how 2 people I know got together. Some parts are embellished and added a bit, but a lot of things in the story actually happened. So its been fun to think back on and write about. I really hope you enjoyed it. Thanks guys!
The panic sets in the next morning.
Once she showers and gets ready for the day, the realization finally hits her.
Noah Puckerman is in love with her.
Ever since she met him almost 7 years ago, she didn't think she would have this chance. He said no.
He said no to dating her 3 times.
Mercedes comes out of her room, getting some cereal and milk while Rachel sits at the table still thinking. Her mind is in a far place, thinking of what she's even going to say to Noah tonight. But Mercedes interrupts her thoughts.
"Was I…was I dreaming or did Puck basically profess his love for you earlier?"
Rachel looks up in surprise. "You heard all that?"
Mercedes shrugs. "I heard it while I was sleeping. So really…did that happen because…that's crazy Rachel."
She bites her lip. "I know…I know it is. And he's supposed to come over tonight to talk and I just…Mercedes I don't know what to do!" she cries.
She picks up her phone frantically and dials the 3 in her speed dial. That used to be Jesse but once he completely messed up Tina took that spot.
"Hey Rachel!" her best friend greets.
"Where are you?" Rachel asks quickly.
"Um…why?" Tina responds confused.
"I just…I need to talk to you."
"What's wrong? You never ask me where I am. Do I need to come up to New York? I can. I can get on a bus right now and come to New York. I don't have class tomorrow so I can stay overnight just tell me what to do," Tina worriedly says.
Rachel smiles and bites her lip harder to keep the tears from coming out. "Tina you'd really come? Because I could really use you right now. You wouldn't believe what's happened."
"I'm getting a ticket right now and the bus leaves in a half hour. I'll see you soon ok? Don't worry," her friend assures her.
She says ok and that she'll see Tina soon.
Her friend might be the only one that understands.
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Grace bursts into the room 15 minutes later full of tears and apologies that Rachel can't understand or begin to care about.
So she shuts her up by telling her about Noah.
"What?" the girl shouts. "You and Puck…you…and Puck?"
"Don't make it sound so strange, they've known each other since middle school you know," Mercedes retorts.
"But…you hooked up with his friend last night and-"
"Oh that was nothing," Rachel waves off. "Finn…I dated Finn my freshman year of high school and it was just not a good idea. Last night was a one time thing."
"Are you sure?" Grace asks unconvinced.
"Yes," Rachel begins firmly. "Finn and I have always had a more physical aspect to our relationship. It was never deep. And the physical part was never that good. I mean…last night all he could talk about was how hot I was. But Noah? He said I was beautiful. Even when I had my terribly awkward haircut."
"I've seen that haircut. It was pretty unfortunate," Mercedes agrees.
Grace sits there in wonder. "I just never thought about you two together before. He's been with Brittany and you had Jesse and then Matt and…I don't know."
"I've never actually thought about us together either. And that's the problem," Rachel groans.
"You know Rachel…you need a movie made on your life. Cause really girl? You have too many ridiculous things happen to you," Mercedes comments with a smirk.
"Yeah we need to make friends with a film major. We could make so much money off of telling your story," Grace agrees with laughter.
Rachel cracks a smile. They're probably right. With everything that's happened, her life has turned into a romantic comedy.
And hopefully complete with a cliché happy ending.
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When Tina arrives, Rachel hugs her friend for about 5 minutes and then proceeds to tell her of last night's events.
By the end her jaw is dropped.
"What?" her best friend breathes.
Rachel simply nods solemnly. "He's in love with me."
"Rachel…do you understands what this means?"
"Besides the fact that our middle school years weren't completely pathetic?"
"It means…Noah Puckerman being in love with you means…" Tina trails off.
"See! I can't even comprehend this Tina! What am I supposed to do?" Rachel cries.
"What are you talking about dummy? You meet him tonight, tell him you love him too and then make out with him."
"I'm surprised you didn't tell me to have sex with him," Rachel jokes.
"Well don't do that because then he'll have to spend the night and I'm the one spending the night here," Tina says as if it's obvious.
The two laugh a little as they drink their coffee.
"But really Rach…what's the problem with all of this?" Tina asks seriously.
Rachel takes a deep breathe and begins to speak. "Tina…he just got out of a relationship. A very long-term relationship. He was with Brittany for about 4 years. That's a long time to be with someone…so what if I'm just a rebound? Maybe he does have feelings for me, but I need him to figure this whole thing out with Brittany first. I don't want to get hurt again Tina...especially by Noah."
"Rachel, Puck wouldn't hurt you like that," Tina tells her quietly.
"I'd like to think that Tina but you and I both know that nobody is perfect. No one."
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Rachel spends the rest of the day with Tina and Mercedes, doing homework and cleaning around the apartment.
She gets a text from Noah sometime after dinner, telling her that he'll be over there in 20 minutes. Tina and Mercedes know by the look on her face that "the talk" is coming soon enough.
"Do you want us to leave? We can leave. We can go to Grace's room," Mercedes asks.
Rachel furrows her brows. "No. I have my own room here and I think that'll be enough privacy."
Tina smirks. "Are you sure that's enough privacy because the walls are pretty thin so-"
"Tina!" Rachel gasps. "You know that's not going to happen."
"You sure Rachel? Cause Puck looks like he could get it. Anytime, anywhere," Mercedes jokes.
Her two friends continue to laugh at her expense while Rachel blushes and hides into herself. As nice as that sounds, she doesn't think she'll do anything like that with Noah tonight. This isn't about that. Tonight is about figuring things out…sober.
The girls leave her bedroom and head over to Mercedes bedroom to hide out until Noah leaves. Rachel putters around her room while she waits, straightening things out, making sure her hair isn't in her face and that any food isn't in her teeth.
And what of it if she brushes her teeth. She had garlic bread for dinner!
She just finishes brushing her teeth when she hears a knock on the door. She straightens out her clothes before going over to the door and opening it.
And there he is. Noah leans against the doorway with a warm smile on his face.
"Hey B," he greets her.
"Hi Noah," she breathes. Seeing him face to face, knowing what she knows makes the entire situation more real and palpable. He moves past her to get into the apartment and heads into her room. She comes out of her daze and follows him, scolding herself for getting distracted by his good looks.
He takes off his jacket and she bites her lip when she sees he's wearing a tight black t-shirt that shows off his best assets. He hangs the jacket on her desk chair like he usually does when he comes in here, and sits on her bed waiting for her expectantly.
She looks around the room nervously, fiddling with her hands and wondering where she should sit. He looks at her curiously, waiting for her to sit next to him. Soon she begins pacing the room and Noah raises a brow.
"Uh…are you going to sit down Rachel?"
She stops her pacing and looks at him. "Noah do you still have feelings for Brittany?"
His mouth gapes open a little at this question. "Um…well yeah but-"
"See this is just what I thought. You still have feelings for her but you say you have feelings for me but I think you're just confused and if we actually get into a relationship it'll end up badly and we'll end up like Jake and Grace," Rachel rambles.
"What are you talking about? Rachel of course I have feelings for Brittany. I was with her for 4 years. But I'm not in love with her anymore. I haven't been for awhile. Is that why you're freaking out so much?"
Rachel bites her lip. "Maybe," she mumbles.
Noah holds out his hand to her and tilts his head. "C'mere. Please?"
She relents and takes his hand, making a move to sit next to him on the bed. She settles next to him and resists jumping when he puts his hand on her thigh.
"You're not…you're not a rebound Rach. I wouldn't do that to you," he assures her.
"How do I know that?" Rachel counters.
"Because I'm in love with you. And I know Jesse messed you up but that doesn't mean every guy will do the same thing. I want a chance with you Rachel, on your terms. However you want."
Rachel looks into his eyes and sees the sincerity and warmth that he's trying to convey. Despite her best efforts, she manages to smile when he nudges her with his shoulder.
She stays silent, looking down at her lap even though she feels his eyes on her. When she finally makes a decision, she look at him with a serious look on her face.
"We have to go slow Noah. I mean…I like you too but I don't want us to mess this up."
"Ok," he nods.
"And you have to talk to Brittany. From what I gather you guys are on a break…not necessarily broken up. I know how that can be so you need to settle it. You need to tell her you don't intend on being with her again."
He nods again in agreement. "You're right. The break was her idea but we do have to talk. I don't know why she wanted it because it came out of nowhere but yeah. She needs to know we're not going to happen again. You're the one I want Rachel."
Rachel blushes and turns her head away from Noah shyly. He chuckles lightly and squeezes her thigh.
"You have to know that by now right? That I pretty much want to punch any guy that's ever come near you. I want you to myself," he murmurs in her ear. He lifts his hand from her thigh to turn her head to face him.
She breathes sharply, seeing that their faces are so close together. She can feel his breath on her cheek and she reminds herself to take normal breaths so that she doesn't hyperventilate like a crazy person.
"Would kissing you be too fast B?" he whispers against her cheek.
"N-no," she answers shakily.
He tilts her head slightly more before leaning in and pressing his mouth against hers. His lips are softer than she would think. She kisses him back softly, putting her hand to the back of his head to bring him closer. He nips at her lips a little bit, making her giggle and lean into him more.
They stare at each other with warm smiles on their faces.
"Would it be embarrassing for me to say that was better than I ever imagined it to be?" Rachel giggles.
Noah smirks. "You dream about me baby?"
Rachel merely shrugs with a coy smile.
She reminds herself to take a breath while Noah kisses her cheek goodbye later that night.
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Even though she's starting something with Noah, her life doesn't get any easier.
This week starts the final week before the musical opens which means hell week. As much as she would love to spend time with Noah, she can't since she has to be at rehearsal every single night.
She's walking home from her vocal lesson Tuesday afternoon when she gets a rare call from her daddy. She smiles and answers the phone happily.
Her dads don't call her that often. For the most part they give her the space she needs and she appreciates that. They know that if it's actually an emergency, she'll call them.
"Hi daddy!" she greets as she sits down on a bench.
"Rachel! How are you honey? How are classes? I know it's a busy week with the musical coming this weekend."
"Yeah it's a lot. They call it hell week. We have rehearsal every day but thankfully it's not affecting my work too much. It's just limiting my social life I guess."
"Don't forget to tell Mercedes to record everything for us! I want to see your debut," he reminds her.
She laughs. "Sure daddy I won't forget."
"So what else is going on? Anything interesting…and when I say interesting I mean any boys?" her daddy pries.
Rachel giggles and shakes her head. Her daddy is usually the gossip. She never minds telling him about any of her relationships. Sometimes he actually gives good advice.
"Well," she drawls. "There is a boy. A boy you know very well."
There's a pause on the other line.
"A boy I know? Well I know it's not that Jake boy and…is it…no…it's not Noah is it?"
"Well…it is actually," she confirms sheepishly.
She expects 2 extreme reactions. Complete happiness because it's Noah or complete horror because as far as anyone else knows Noah and Brittany are happy and together.
"Honey that's so strange because I was talking about Noah to someone at work today," her daddy says in amazement. "I was telling them about how he's a music major and writes his own songs since the man I was talking to knows a producer. That's really great Rachel," he finishes happily.
"It's not official or anything but we're definitely talking," she says shyly.
"Honey that's so great. I remember you had such a crush on him in middle school! And then he kept saying no and I kept thinking he was kind of an idiot. Seems like he wised up now."
"What! It's true!"
"He's not a stupid boy. And I don't know where this is going but we're just talking and seeing where it goes. Taking it slow."
"Are you taking it slow because you think that's smart? Or because you're scared?" her father asks knowingly.
"It's not that I'm scared dad! It's just…he just broke up with Brittany and I just don't want this to be a rebound. I need to know this is real."
"Oh baby…you've been hurt so badly that you're holding yourself back," her daddy tuts sympathetically.
"What-what are you talking about?" Rachel says defensively.
"Honey, I think we both know that Noah is very different from Jesse. You've known him since you were in middle school. You've been good friends since getting to NYU. Do you really think he would hurt you the way Jesse did and go back to Brittany? I can't find a reason for him to break up with Brittany and get together with you other than he must really like you."
"She broke up with him dad. And that's just it! Apparently they've been having problems for the past few months and decided to take a break. And while I know he has some kind of feelings for me, I don't know if they're as strong as he says they are. Not after 4 years with Brittany. So yes I am scared because I don't want to be hurt by someone I've thought so highly of for all these years," she explains fiercely.
"I understand that. But…just trust him a little ok? Before you miss out on something great."
"I will dad. I have to go but I'll call you again soon ok?"
"Ok. I love you Rachel," he tells her sincerely.
"I love you too daddy," she replies before hanging up.
She continues her walk home and feels the vibration of a text message. She looks at the screen and sees it's Noah.
Have time for a coffee break before rehearsal?
She frowns a little bit and quickly sends a text message back.
Can't. I have a few things to do before rehearsal. Sorry.
In reality all she has to do is take a nap and eat dinner. She could do that with Noah.
But she's too scared to.
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The next few days are a blur.
It's probably irrational but she's almost positive her professors conspired together to make every important thing for their classes the same week as the opening of the musical. She has to lead a discussion for astronomy, an exam in her Shakespeare theater class, and a monologue performance for her theater workshop.
This basically gives her really good excuses to avoid Noah.
She could spend time with him. She has little nooks and crannies in her day that could be spent with him, but the fact of the matter is she gets scared.
She expected to feel better after their talk Sunday night, and while everything was wonderful, she felt the doubt creep up as soon as he left. Now that she knows how good it feels to even be remotely close to him, she doesn't want that to be ripped away from her.
So she hides and runs away. She leaves her room early in the morning for class and comes home late at night after rehearsal. She feigns homework, class, and other excuses when Noah texts her.
It's not until Thursday that Mercedes is finally able to sit her down long enough to snap her out of it.
"So…how are things with Puck?" Mercedes asks curiously while they eat dinner.
"Oh well…I haven't had time to see him this week because of how busy it is," Rachel answers.
"Well…he could be eating dinner with us right now," Mercedes says with a raised brow, already onto Rachel.
"But this is you and me time," Rachel shrugs sheepishly.
"Girl I see you all the time stop the bullshit."
"Mercedes I don't know what you're getting at," Rachel sputters.
"What I'm getting at is that you're running away from him. You're finding excuses to not see him so that you don't have to face anything. Remember…I know you," Mercedes tells her sternly.
Rachel doesn't say anything and simply keeps looking down at her food and eating it quietly.
"Rach…have you thought about the fact that maybe this was all supposed to happen?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean…of all the places you both could apply to, you apply to NYU. And out of all the kids that apply here every year you both get in. Both of you! And then with that you get accepted into the same dorm. Scratch that you get placed across the hall from each other. Rachel these things don't happen accidentally."
Rachel looks down at her food forlornly, knowing Mercedes is right.
She kind of hates it when Mercedes is right and she's wrong.
"All I'm saying is, you can't fight fate Rachel. And everything happens for a reason. Every moment in our lives leads to something, and maybe everything between you and Puck has led to this. I know you're scared because of his past relationships and your past relationships, but have you ever thought that maybe those happened to make you two grow? You couldn't have been ready to be together when you were in 7th grade but you're older, wiser. And I think you're ready….you just have to believe it."
She fights back tears by biting her lip hard. She coughs a little bit and gets up to go throw away her food and clean up her plate. The room is silent, for Mercedes has nothing else to say and Rachel doesn't want to say anything.
When she's done cleaning, she goes into her room to grab her bag and make sure she has everything she needs.
Before she leaves, she turns to Mercedes and mutters a "thank you" before walking out the door.
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On Friday, Noah is hardly a worry in her mind.
She's making her debut tonight.
Sure, it's a supporting role but she has to sing and act tonight. She has to do what she's been dreaming of. This is what she's meant for.
She spends her morning going over things with her vocal coach who wishes her the best of luck and demands she drinks plenty of tea with lemon and honey. She might as well give herself an I.V. of it.
She spends her afternoon running errands and relaxing in her favorite coffee shop going over lines and catching up on her celebrity gossip.
She doesn't hear from Noah all day besides a 'Good luck tonight.' She gets many of those from all of her friends, including Tina who is supposed to be coming for the weekend.
She heads to the theater around 4 to help everyone set things up. She knows how hard it is to be part of the backstage crew so she makes an effort to help them out when she has the time during rehearsal. She sets up her costume in her corner of the girl's dressing room, makes sure all her make up is in order, and sets up her hair in front of the mirror.
Before she knows it, it's curtain call.
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When she gets off the stage the adrenaline high is amazing.
She's never felt so exhilarated in her life.
She's performed in front of audiences before but to be on a stage in NY and get the kind of response she got? It's absolutely amazing.
She could hear the laughter when she said her lines. Her character has more one liners and is a source of comedic relief, and she knows she did a good job by the fact that everyone laughed at her antics.
And then there was her solo.
Usually people don't clap at the end of someone's part in a group number unless they really liked it. And they loved hers.
She rushes backstage after taking a bow with the rest of the cast and goes to take off her make-up and change quickly. The rest of the girls trail in and everyone congratulates each other on a great show tonight. The lead, Darlene, comes up to Rachel and nudges her.
"Hey Rach, you were really good tonight. The crowd loved you. Keep it up and you could probably get a really great role in next years show," the girl tells her with a sincere smile.
With wide eyes, Rachel nods gratefully at the older girl. Unless she's asking for something, Darlene hardly ever talks to her. She walks away with a nod and Rachel continues getting ready in a daze.
When she comes up the stairs to the main lobby, she immediately spots her friends.
Tina immediately sees her and begins yelling about how fantastic she was in the middle of the lobby full of people. Rachel blushes profusely as she walks over to the group, knowing that everyone is staring at her. She accepts their hugs and kisses with a smile, grateful that her friends were able to see this moment. She knows they're not just being nice when they say she did a great job.
She looks up from her conversation with Grace though to look around the room.
There's one person she hasn't seen.
Mercedes recognizes the look on her face and puts a hand on her shoulder to alert her.
"He's outside," she tells her knowingly.
Rachel nods and excuses herself, walking quickly to the main entrance and going out the doors.
She finds him immediately, sitting on a bench with his head down and his leg shaking. He has a bouquet of roses sitting next to him.
She's such a stupid girl.
She walks over to the bench and picks up the roses so that she can sit next to him. She puts her hand on his shoulder gently to alert him of her presence and he looks at her with a grin.
"Hey there," she greets.
"You…you were really good Rachel," he compliments.
His approval seems to have the biggest effect on her, and she tries to hide the smile on her face by putting her head down and letting her hair shield her face.
Her efforts are thwarted however, when Noah reaches over to pull her hair behind her ear.
"I haven't seen you all week," he says quietly.
"Yeah I know. That's mostly my fault. I'm sorry," she apologizes.
"S'fine. If I had seen you I would have been able to tell you that I talked to Brittany."
This catches her attention and she looks at him surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah. Why do you look so surprised though? I told you I would talk to her," he reminds her.
Rachel shrugs. "I don't know I guess I didn't want to get my hopes up."
Noah sighs and reaches his arm over to wrap around Rachel's waist and bring her closer to him.
"I told her it was over. That there wasn't a chance of us getting back together because I have feelings for you and it wouldn't be fair to either of you to keep that going," he explains.
"What did she say to that?" she asks nervously.
Noah scoffs. "Well she wasn't really happy. She thought we just needed space and time to figure things out. I mean she's pissed and I'm sorry about that but there isn't much I can do."
Rachel nods in understanding and sighs. "I'm an idiot too you know."
"What are you talking about?"
"I've been avoiding you," she admits guiltily.
"Gee I didn't notice," he retorts.
"I'm so sorry. I've been so stupid and…scared. But I don't think I am anymore. I missed not hearing from you today you know."
"Really?" he smiles.
She nods and leans up to kiss him on his cheek. "Yeah," she breathes. He looks at her intently with a look in his eye Rachel doesn't recognize.
"I guess we'll be 2 idiots together huh," he comments before giving her a quick peck on her lips. She giggles and opens her mouth to say something else but is interrupted by the arrival of the rest of their friends.
"Yo lovebirds! What are we doing?" Jake calls out.
"Well my roommates are throwing a party tonight if you guys want to come over or whatever," Noah informs them. Everyone else agrees and starts to walk over.
Noah gets up and gestures for Rachel to hand him her bag. She smiles brightly as he puts it over his shoulder and takes her hand.
She spends most of the walk to his apartment holding his hand and smelling her roses.
x 0 x 0 x
The party is in full swing and Rachel can say she's never had this much fun.
Maybe it's the peace of knowing her life is in order, that things are going her way.
Or maybe it's the way Noah watches her from across the room.
She stands around drinking beer with Tina and Mercedes, laughing and dancing with her two best friends. Noah is on the other side of the room hanging out with his friends.
She shimmies against Mercedes playfully and laughs when Tina busts out a ridiculous move. She looks to Noah again and sees he's not even paying attention to what his friend is saying. He only has eyes for her.
She holds his gaze and grins shyly, contemplating whether or not she should tell him to come over. He makes the decision for her though and excuses himself from his conversation to make his way over to her.
When he reaches her, he stays behind her and lays his hands on her hips. The beat of the music is fast but she moves her hips slowly to the beat. His breath is on her neck and as she continues to dance his right hand wanders down to her thigh. She places her hands on top of his, letting him know she trusts him.
They dance for awhile longer, not saying anything and not noticing anyone around them. The song changes to one she knows she doesn't like, so she turns around and takes his hand, leading him off to a familiar hallway.
She doesn't know why she wants to do this. Maybe she wants to make a point or make it their space. Whatever the case, she just wants Noah around her.
She finds the door to his bedroom and leans against the wall next to it. He looks around the hallway, recognizing the significance and gives Rachel a smirk. He leans into her, boxing her in with his body.
"We don't have to do this you know," he tells her.
She nods. "I know…but I want to." She fiddles with the collar of his shirt and looks at him shyly. She pulls the collar of his shirt to bring his head down and raises herself on the tips of her toes to kiss him properly.
It's slow, shy, like all of their other kisses. They're hesitant to move beyond this phase, this more than friends stage they've always known. She pushes past his lips with her tongue in an effort to urge them along. She touches his chest, moving her hand slowly downward. He groans as she deepens the kiss, running his hand through her hair and tilting her head so he has better access.
They eventually separate with labored breath and Noah looks at her pleadingly. "Tell me if this is too fast."
"It's not. It's too slow."
He sighs against her lips and wraps his arms around her waist to press their bodies together. He kisses her lips quickly and looks at her intently again.
"Are you sure," he presses.
She nods with a glassy look in her eyes. "I'm going to stay here tonight Noah," she states firmly.
He mutters a 'fuck' under his breath before walking backward into his bedroom with her still attached to him.
She won't hold back anymore.
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She wakes up the next morning nestled against him in one of his shirts with a content smile on her face.
The air in his room is on full blast, making the it shockingly cold. She burrows herself deeper into the bed, hiding her face in the warmth of his neck. He groans at her movement and opens his eyes blearily.
"God what time is it?" he rasps. She moves her eyes over to his alarm clock to see the time.
"10am," she mumbles.
"Fuck it's early," he groans.
She giggles. "What are you talking about? I'm showered and ready for the day by this time."
"That's because you're a morning person. You always were a morning person."
She grins at his remembrance. He remembers everything when it comes to her.
They lay in bed in silence, wrapping themselves around each other to escape the cold outside of the bed. He strokes her upper thigh while giving her a small kiss on her forehead, making her sigh happily.
"Let me take you out tonight," he whispers.
"I have the show tonight. Actually I have a matinee today too," she remembers.
"Let me take you out after. You deserve it. Just us and shit. I mean our friends are cool but they all don't really matter right now."
"Ok…can we go to that jazz club I told you about? I haven't been there in so long."
"Sure baby," he answers with a yawn. "Let's go back to sleep."
"Noah I can't sleep that much longer, I have 2 shows," she admonishes.
"Just another half hour," he pleads sleepily. His eyes are already closed.
She tilts her head up slightly to look at his face. He's made up of defined features and hardness, but when he sleeps she's reminded of that mischievous but still innocent boy she fell for in 7th grade.
"Ok…30 more minutes," she whispers before settling against him again.
x 0 x 0 x
They don't make things official for another 3 weeks.
"You do it," Rachel pleads with him.
"Why do I have to do it?" he says with hands up.
"I don't know. God why can't we just let it be the way it is," she groans.
"Because letting our facebook status say we're single would be a lie," he parrots back the words she said a few days earlier.
They sit at her desk with her laptop in front of them, fighting over which one will make their relationship official on facebook.
"Whatever I'll just do it," Noah says defeated. Rachel smiles gratefully while he clicks and types on her laptop for a few minutes.
The only way to describe her life right now is…happy.
The semester is ending out but she finally feels like she has a handle on everything now.
But she's never been this at peace. She's never felt like she's exactly where she's supposed to be. But in this moment, she is.
He pushes the computer towards her when he's done, and Rachel bites her lip with satisfaction at the words on her screen.
Rachel Berry is in a relationship with Noah Puckerman
"What do you think everyone from middle school will say?" she wonders.
"It's about time," he remarks.
She smacks him playfully with a gasp. "Why would they say something like that?"
"Oh please babe everyone knew you liked me in middle school," he scoffs.
"No they didn't!" she exclaims.
"Uh…yeah they did," he says seriously.
The two continue back and forth not noticing Mercedes giggling at them in the doorway. The girl watches her two friends argue back and forth until Noah begins tickling Rachel and picks her up to throw her on her bed.
Mercedes shakes her head, and walks away from the room to go back over to her own.
Everything happens for a reason, she ponders. Noah and Rachel ending up together happens to be a very good one.


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does anyone know how to make TaskIT work over a group of employees for example one employee posts tasks that have to be done, and all the employees can see what has been posted
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Sep 13, 2011 at 9:18 UTC
I think TaskIT would work for the personal Task which an admin or user creates for himself to do the work. I think it does not work over the group, if you want more information regarding that plugin. Post the question on that plugin feedback comment so that they can better assist you in this regards. See link below
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Sep 13, 2011 at 9:18 UTC
Or if this option that you want is not added in it they will add it in this probably after feedback


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they had at the end of the season as part of the deal, according to ESPN's Jared Zwerling . Earl Barron and Quentin Richardson are two candidates. Howard Beck of The New York Times reports the Knicks also will include their 2016 first-round
overcome. Garnett was suspended for a playoff game in 2010 after throwing a careless elbow in the direction of Quentin Richardson and the Celtics not only won that game, they advanced all the way to Game 7 of the NBA finals . Of course, they had Glen Davis around to replace him. More recently, Paul Pierce was thrown out of a playoff game against Miami
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a dog at Jerryd Bayless in an incident that just felt plain weird and got suspended for throwing a wild elbow at Quentin Richardson during the playoffs. On Wednesday night against the Bucks, Garnett charged down the lane with all the speed of a sprinter and threw down a vicious dunk with the ferocity of a middle linebacker. It was a play that seemed pulled
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All my life I have cared for animals, rescuing many stray pets along the way. Animals are not just pets, they are family members and best friends. The bond between a pet parent and its: fur, finned, feathered or hoofed baby, is often stronger than most human relationships. Pets are always glad to see us, they love us unconditionally and they are usually the centre of our universe.
When that awful day arrives when we have to say goodbye to our beloved pets, we are left feeling bereft, devastated and totally lost. Losing a beloved pet can be just as painful as losing a human loved one, sometimes it can be more painful, especially if the human parent has no family or friends and the beloved pet is only companion.
It is hard to explain to people the depth of our emotional pain, especially when we are told to 'Snap out of it, its only a pet.' Our bereavement is not acknowledged by society (Disenfranchised Grief) and often we are left feeling alone with no one to talk to and nobody to listen to our pain. If the beloved pet has died suddenly or had to be 'Put to Sleep', the grief is more difficult to resolve because of feelings of: guilt, anger, blame and intense mourning.


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A most easy to make dessert enjoyed by most in the Far East from China to Indonesia.
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The Black Lodge and White Lodge are extra-dimensional, connected places, the Black Lodge being a place of darkness and evil, while the White Lodge is a place of goodness. The lodges seem to be connected through the "Red Room" as seen by Agent Cooper in a dream, where he sees himself 25 years older sitting in a chair. The Native American policeman Deputy Hawk says that the Lodges are from the mythology of his people.
Influence Edit
It appears that those who are submitting to the corrupting influence of the Black Lodge can at times briefly, and involuntarily, exhibit this influence to others through a bizarre appearance of a corpse-gray skin tone combined with rotted teeth. Leo Johnson witnesses this appearance when he sees Windom Earle arrive with a bag filled with spiders that he intends to torture Leo with, in which Windom's face has this appearance. Harold Smith also witnesses this appearance of Laura Palmer when she begins to behave aggressively towards him, saying the words "fire walk with me". Finally Leland also gets this appearance just before entering the Red Room. The distance a person is from the entrance circle physically seems to determine its effect on that person: the effect usually corrupts the person's soul, making those easily corruptible become malicious and twisted.
The secret society of the Bookhouse Boys pledges to aid each other against the undefined "evil that lurks in those woods", beginning before the murder of Teresa Banks and the investigation led by Cooper of Laura Palmer's murder and its many consequences and implications. This evil was eventually concluded to be the Black Lodge itself.
When the Giant gives clues to agent Cooper, including "The owls are not what they seem", the woods around Twin Peaks emitted this as a transmission. This transmission was revealed by Garland Briggs and that the next morning that transmission was followed with another communication saying "COOPER" several times.[1]
Entrance Edit
Glastonbury GroveEdit
- Main article: Glastonbury Grove
When Jupiter and Saturn meet, one entrance to the Lodges is located at Glastonbury Grove in the Ghostwood National Forest surrounding the town of Twin Peaks, its location is indicated by the petroglyph in the Owl Cave. It is a pool of a substance that smells like scorched engine oil, it is surrounded by a ring of twelve seemingly young sycamore trees. However, the age of the trees is unknown, as they were striplings of equal size when encountered by Dwayne Milford and Andrew Packard in 1927[2]. In the final episode, The Log Lady in a rare coherent non-metaphoric statement made at the sheriff's station presents Dale with a jar of the same substance, claiming that her late husband (a logger who died in a fire) brought it with him one day from work and said it was used to create a portal between two worlds. This implies that it is a means of access to the Black Lodge; however, there was no apparent use or need for the substance when Dale found the portal and entered it, following Annie Blackburn, who had been abducted by Windom Earle.
Briggs knows from his abduction that love and fear open the entrance to respectively the White and the Black Lodge. When the above requirements are met and one approaches the pool in Glastonbury Grove, red curtains seem to materialize out of nowhere which leads into the Red Room.
When the gateway is breached with the near conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn. With the gateway partially open, before Bob comes out,leading the way with his right hand, struggling to reach from his world into that of Twin Peaks. The right hands of Cooper, Pete and others shake before he manages to escape.
The ritual conducted by BOB and MIKE during the murder of Laura with 12 candles around a pile of dirt is of similar design.
Abductions Edit
Major Briggs, the Log Lady and Carl Rodd's experiences show that one can be "abducted" without being at the Lodge entrance. The Log Lady was in the woods when she disappeared and the Major and Cooper were camping in the woods at the time of his disappearance. The major's disappearance was accompanied by a flash of a white light, the sound of a giant owl and the "vague shape in the dark." Major Briggs claims he was at the White Lodge, and there is no clear evidence of him affected by the Black Lodge, aside from just being near it. Upon his return in aviator uniform, he had almost complete amnesia of the events of the past two days but still could feel his memories, and that smells and sensations were palpable. In his own words "Everything is known to me, yet somehow beyond my reach."
When Briggs, the Log Lady, and Carl returned they had markings on their body. Briggs and Margaret's ones when combined reproduce the picture of the Owl Cave. These events tie all three disappearances to the Lodge.
When under the influence of Earle's haloperidol, Briggs says "Taht mug uoy ekil si gnimoc kcab ni elyts... Taht mug uoy ekil..." which is "That gum you like is coming back in style...that gum you like", backwards.[3] Which further proves that Major Briggs visited a Lodge.
Other entrances Edit
It is probable, that there are entrances in other locations around the world. Before Phillip Jeffries' surprise appearance in the Philadelphia FBI offices, he is in the lobby of The Palm Deluxe hotel in Buenos Aires where Jeffries is staying. He boards an elevator and instead of getting off on the floor where his room is, he ends up in Philadelphia on February 15th, 1989 after having been missing, according to FBI records, for near two years. He states to have found something at Judy's, in Seattle, he then "followed" and saw a meeting. Jeffries mentions a ring. This meeting above a convenience store has an entrance for the spirits to reenter the Red Room. It can be theorized to have taken place in Buenos Aires since the hotel was the last place Jeffries was seen.
The doorway picture given by Mrs. Tremond to Laura also leads into the Red Room.
The Devil's Gate in Arroyo Secco is very similar to Glastonbury Grove. A Native American tribe called the Tongva lived near it and called it the Hell Gate while the Nez Perce were close to Glastonbury Grove. Douglas Milford felt the same animalistic fear in both places. Aleister Crowley states the Devil's Gate to be one of the planet's seven gateways to hell. After Jack Parsons tried to bring "The Moonchild" by performing one of Thelema's ritual the weekend just before the Roswell incident.
The Waiting Room EditThis area is accessible in dreams as experienced by Cooper and Laura who shared the same dream at different points in time.
After following Earle in the Lodge, Cooper meets the Man from Another Place who refers to the Red Room as the "waiting room", possibly a link between the two Lodges. Cooper is then given by the Waiter a cup of coffee which keeps changing state: liquid, then solid, then liquid again, and finally similar to the substance in the Glastonbury Grove pool, maybe showing time flowing normal, slower or still. Man From Another Place watches this event closely. The Man exclaims "Wow, Bob, Wow" when seeing Cooper's coffee turn into the scorched oil substance.
Only when the Man says "Fire walk with me" does the realm erupt into flames, and then descends into flickering blackness. This is arguably the moment at which Cooper has finally entered the Black Lodge.
White Lodge Edit
Briggs says that the key to gain entrance to the White Lodge is love.
Deputy Hawk describes the White Lodge as:
- "My people believe that the White Lodge is a place where the spirits that rule man and nature reside."
Windom Earle relates a past-tense story about the White Lodge which is replete with Edenic imagery, suggesting that the White Lodge belonged to a time now lost or forgotten.
- "Once upon a time, there was a place of great goodness, called the White Lodge. Gentle fawns gamboled there amidst happy, laughing spirits. The sounds of innocence and joy filled the air. And when it rained, it rained sweet nectar that infused one's heart with a desire to live life in truth and beauty. Generally speaking, a ghastly place, reeking of virtue's sour smell. Engorged with the whispered prayers of kneeling mothers, mewling newborns, and fools, young and old, compelled to do good without reason ... But, I am happy to point out that our story does not end in this wretched place of saccharine excess. For there's another place, its opposite:"
Earle then describes the Black Lodge in the present tense, perhaps indicating that it has replaced the White Lodge.
There are stories and clues that suggest the White Lodge exists or at least existed and one is Major Briggs who claims to have been there but doesn't remember more of it than seeing "a huge owl".
Black Lodge Edit
It has the appearance of the Red Room with flickering blackness.
Briggs says that the key to gain entrance to the Black Lodge is fear.
Deputy Hawk describes the Black Lodge as:
- "There is also a legend of a place called the Black Lodge. The shadow-self of the White Lodge. The legend says that every spirit must pass through there on the way to perfection. There, you will meet your own shadow self. My people call it 'The Dweller on the Threshold' [...] But it is said, if you confront the Black Lodge with imperfect courage, it will utterly annihilate your soul."
Windom Earle relates a past-tense story about the White Lodge which is replete with Edenic imagery, suggesting that the White Lodge belonged to a time now lost or forgotten. He then describes the Black Lodge in the present tense, perhaps indicating that it has replaced the White Lodge:
- "A place of almost unimaginable power, chock full of dark forces and vicious secrets. No prayers dare enter this frightful maw. The spirits there care not for good deeds or priestly invocations; they're as like to rip the flesh from your bone as greet you with a happy "good day." And if harnessed, these spirits in this hidden land of unmuffled screams and broken hearts would offer up a power so vast that its bearer might reorder the Earth itself to his liking."
The Lodge's dynamics are difficult to describe. Time seems to have no meaning in this dimension and space is fractured between similar rooms linked by similar narrow corridors of red drapes. BOB is shown to rewind time to prevent Earle from stabbing Cooper, the reason being that Earle was overstepping his own rights in the lodge.
Someone in the Black Lodge can communicate with those that are not: When the good Cooper is trapped in the Lodge, The Man gives The Ring to Laura Palmer in her dream, although she was already dead when Cooper arrived. Earle mocks Major Briggs when he is inside the Black Lodge via Sarah Palmer.
An angel appears to Laura when she is in the Lodge with Cooper.
Inhabitants of the Lodge speak in a warped dialect of English and often speak in riddles and non-sequiturs.
Doppelgangers Edit
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The presence of doppelgangers is possibly the most unsettling feature of the lodge. Doppelgangers are identical to their real-world counterparts, with the exception of glassy-colored eyes. Living and dead people and even The Man from Another Place are shown to also have a doppelganger. The full function and position of the doppelgangers in the Black Lodge is unknown, though there is a hierarchy implied for inhabitants of the Black Lodge: "inhabiting spirits," the strongest being BOB, and doppelgangers who are represented by The Man from Another Place's one. They probably are the shadow-selves or 'Dwellers on the Threshold' of those entering the Black Lodge that are mentioned by Hawk.
The following characters have a doppelganger:
- The Man from Another Place
- Laura Palmer
- Maddy Ferguson
- Caroline Powell Earle (also took the form of Annie)
- Dale Cooper
- Leland Palmer
Garmonbozia Edit
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In the meeting seen by Jeffries, the Man from Another Place and BOB haggle for Garmonbozia. MIKE claims his Garmonbozia along with the Man from Another Place in the Black Lodge after Laura's murder, which is granted by BOB. Garmonbozia is a form of currency in the Black Lodge (Pain and Sorrow) and is manifested usually as creamed corn.
- Jupiter and Saturn could not actually meet at the periods depicted in the show, between 1900 and 2100 the great conjunction happened at these times:
- November 28, 1901, at 06:10:38
- September 14, 1921 at 16:22:08
- August 15, 1940 at 13:18:42
- October 11, 1940 at 23:17:26
- February 20, 1941 at 19:14:02
- February 18, 1961 at 14:42:37
- January 14, 1981 at 07:58:37
- February 19, 1981 at 07:12:10
- July 30, 1981, at 21:32:22
- May 31, 2000 at 10:13:27
- December 21, 2020 at 13:22:00
- November 5, 2040, at 13:19:46
- April 10, 2060 at 09:01:25
- March 15, 2080 at 08:29:24
- September 24, 2100 at 01:40:38
- The coffee given to Coop might be a test to see if he should go to the White or the Black Lodge since the Red Room transformed into the Black Lodge only after this event.
- The Lodge's language may be seen as parallel to some versions of shamanism, where the inhabitants of the otherworld may sometimes speak backward. It may also be seen as an attempt to represent a lack of language, as would be the case of a purely spiritual universal exchange — which is ultimately decoded by the receiver in a mostly familiar manner (in this case the English of the show's intended audience). This is supported by having the hard subtitles, which make a point that the language being heard is not English per se, thus justifying translation.
- The Black Lodge is, evidently, the source of every oddity and unnatural feature of some people in Twin Peaks (prophets, having super strength, etc.) and modifies social behavior, causing negative emotions and discord. Most people are unaware of this effect.
- It remains unclear whether the White and Black Lodges are disparate realms. One could interpret the White Lodge and Black Lodge as one and the same place — a possibility hinted at by the mirrored black and white tiling throughout the lodge. The notion that the two Lodges are "one and the same" is consistent with the themes of duality which characterize the Lodge, reflecting the concept of Yin and Yang.
- A common conception of the Black Lodge is that it is a realm of complete evil which has usurped, absorbed, or occupied its White counterpart with the possibility that the White Lodge has become the red waiting room of the Black Lodge (still enabling benevolent spirits and angels to manifest themselves there), or that the waiting room is a neutral location, and the action of the inhabitants therein determine procession to either the Black or White Lodge. This implies that in the Lynch-world there is a great myth of heaven, but heaven is either an old belief or a place of once great goodness swallowed by hell, and the only place that really exists and has influence over people is hell.
- All "suspected" inhabitants of the White Lodge appear eventually in the Black Lodge or The Waiting Room. Even The Giant and Waiter appear beside the Man from Another Place. All of the clues and so called "help" offered by the Man From Another Place, the Giant, Mrs. Tremond and her grandson which help to solve the murders only bring the main characters closer to discovering, and finally entering, the Black Lodge.
- An oft-recited chant from the series reads:
- Through the darkness of future past
- The magician longs to see
- One chants out between two worlds
- Fire walk with me
- The red curtains, zig zag floors and bright spotlights of the White and Black Lodges have also appeared in most of David Lynch's films before and after his work on Twin Peaks. It suggests that Lynch may view their influences as ongoing in his narrative worlds. Such movies include Eraserhead, Blue Velvet, Lost Highway, Mulholland Drive and Inland Empire.
Twin Peaks's score conductor Angelo Badalamenti later helped write a song of the same name on the 1993 Sound of White Noise album by Anthrax.
- ↑ Twin Peaks - Episode 9
- ↑ The Secret History of Twin Peaks
- ↑ Episode 27, original script.


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