shimmerandsing: (costume)
The Nexus portal spits you out (Not literally! That would be gross. Although, now they're planning that for next year...) at the gates to an old, renovated, Japanese castle. The normally clean and well kept castle gates are left hanging open and are draped with spiderwebs. The path leading away from the gate and toward the castle is lined with cauldron shaped lights that smoke and glow. Eeeerie.

A fork in the path! One path leads to the castle. One path leads to... buh-buh-buh-boooom! Certain Death! ... err, candy! Delicious candy!

Follow the path that's lit, anyway. Do you want to stub a toe?

The path winds through a small orchard of plum trees. Spiderwebs and plastic -- you hope! -- spiders dangle from the branches and tickle faces and necks. Spooky music plays from up in the distance. And there are more lights. Sure, some of them have an evil, red glow... but more light is better than no light, right?!

When the path spills into a clearing once again, you find yourself walking amongst the graves of those who have come before you. Or, possibly, those are cardboard cut-out tombstones and some of them have clever epitaphs like:

Here lies my older bro.
Ate too much candy and 'sploded.
Now, there's no bro
no mo'.


Somewhere amongst the sadly departed, you might find a retaliatory tombstone for a younger sister. But, you're here for candy, aren't you? Persevere, intrepid Trick or Treater! Treats await you up ahead. Possibly a few tricks. But, they'll be nice. Promise!

On a slightly elevated area of the castle grounds ahead is an old building with wide doors that may have been a carriage house at some point. Tonight it is a PORTAL TO HELL! MUHAHAHAHA!

Ahem. Err. It is a welcome center. For weary travelers. Also, candy. There will be candy, yes.

The bones of travelers past crunch underfoot (Or is it just really neat gravel on the path? OR IS IT?). The doors hang open and loom ominously over those foolish brave enough to enter. That spooky music? Yeah, you found it. Fog rolls out from the building and down onto the path. Large cauldrons on either side of the entrance glow bright red and smoke billows forth. A tall, wooden perch stands next to another large caulron in the center of the room. Bouncing excitedly on top of the perch is a pygmy marmoset dressed as Jack the Monkey from Pirates of the Caribbean. The cauldron below him is indeed filled with delicious candy! Do you dare steal Monkey Jack's loot?

From the fog gathering at the back of the room, Alison emerges bearing a tray of caramel and toffee dipped apples decorated with Halloween sprinkles. Her devil's horns glitter merrily in the light from the cauldrons and her own, personal glow. She's decided to glow red, just for the occasion.

"Who's hungry?" She grins.
shimmerandsing: (Dazzler)
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shimmerandsing: (mirror)
037. Sound )

038. Touch )

043. Square )

050. Spade )

056. Breakfast )

077. What? )

084. He )

090. Home )
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Charatcer: Alison Blaire (Dazzler)
Fandom: Marvel Comics

001.Beginnings. 002.Middles. 003.Ends. 004.Insides. 005.Outsides.
006.Hours. 007.Days. 008.Weeks. 009.Months. 010.Years.
011.Red. 012.Orange. 013.Yellow. 014.Green. 015.Blue.
016.Purple. 017.Brown. 018.Black. 019.White. 020.Colourless.
021.Friends. 022.Enemies. 023.Lovers. 024.Family. 025.Strangers.
026.Teammates. 027.Parents. 028.Children. 029.Birth. 030.Death.
031.Sunrise. 032.Sunset. 033.Too Much. 034.Not Enough. 035.Sixth Sense.
036.Smell. 037.Sound. 038.Touch. 039.Taste. 040.Sight.
041.Shapes. 042.Triangle. 043.Square. 044.Circle. 045.Moon.
046.Star. 047.Heart. 048.Diamond. 049.Club. 050.Spade.
051.Water. 052.Fire. 053.Earth. 054.Air. 055.Spirit.
056.Breakfast. 057.Lunch. 058.Dinner. 059.Food. 060.Drink.
061.Winter. 062.Spring. 063.Summer. 064.Fall. 065.Passing.
066.Rain. 067.Snow. 068.Lightening. 069.Thunder. 070.Storm.
071.Broken. 072.Fixed. 073.Light. 074.Dark. 075.Shade.
076.Who? 077.What? 078.Where? 079.When? 080.Why?
081.How? 082.If. 083.And. 084.He. 085.She.
086.Choices. 087.Life. 088.School. 089.Work. 090.Home.
091.Birthday. 092.Christmas. 093.Thanksgiving. 094.Independence. 095.New Year.
096.Waiting (Writer‘s Choice). 097.Writer‘s Choice. 098.Writer‘s Choice. 099.Writer‘s Choice. 100.Writer‘s Choice.


Originally posted November 2, 2006
shimmerandsing: (holding hands)
Getting Longshot moving to go to the last doctor's visit had been a challenge. This time was like pulling teeth. Without pliers. Alison did everything she could to reassure him and not get aggravated with the delays. She was well aware of why he was dragging his feet. He was terrified. And, with good reason. Anyone who had ever messed with his brain had done him damage. This trip was supposed to fix that damage. She believed it could. The trick was convincing him.

Fortunately, she'd started getting ready for the visit two hours early. She'd allowed for things like feet dragging, breakfast, and nervous breakdowns. The last one hadn't happened yet, for either of them. But, she was waiting for it.

Eventually, they got moving. Alison held his hand the entire way to the doctor's office and then in the waiting room. And she intended to hold it the entire time he was under the anesthetic. If he decided to go through with it. She reminded him for perhaps the thousandth time in a month that he didn't have to do this. And he didn't have to do it for anyone but himself. She wasn't going to push him or demand. She loved him how he was and never thought of him as broken or damaged.

Somehow, she suspected that the words didn't really help him. But, it was all she knew to give him. She was equal parts relieved and nervous to see Dr. Beverly appear in the doorway. She so wanted this visit over.

"Good morning, Doctor."
shimmerandsing: (buttercups)
Alison had been fidgeting about this for a while. Quietly. As much as she hated asking for things -- particularly when she already had so much and had been given so much -- there was something on her mind that she just couldn't shake. The nursery that Robbie and Miyuki set up for the babies was wonderful. She had no complaints at all. But, there was something missing.

Every time she was in the room and every time she imagined herself with the twins after their birth, she saw herself with one tiny infant held against each shoulder and sitting in an old fashioned, wooden rocking chair. Rocking them to sleep; feeding, nursing.

All the chairs in the stores and catalogs she'd seen lately had been the new, modern kind with all sorts of mechanical looking, moving parts. Not at all what she wanted.

Dakota had made beautiful furniture for the babies so far. The crib and changing table he'd given them was breathtaking. The work he'd done on the little bridge over their koi pond was lovely, too. She had no doubt in her mind that if she asked, he could make her exactly what she wanted.

But, he and Rogue were on vacation. And they'd already abused him enough with the koi pond.

She sighed to herself as she stepped out the back door and carried a cup of warm tea down the steps and out toward the pond. She wandered barefoot across the grass and marveled at how quiet it was. Longshot had gotten up early this morning to take the kids out on a horseback ride. A couple of horses had to be borrowed from camp to carry them all, but Alison had yet to see them deny Longshot anything.

She discovered she wasn't alone at the pond, though. Dakota was sitting on one of the benches overlooking the koi pond. Glad for the company and amused by the coincidence, Alison wandered over to sit by him.

"Enjoying your handy work?"
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Alison didn't like it when her husband wasn't home. There were a variety of reasons for it, but the main reason was because he wasn't with her when he was gone. She had spent most of the day in a funk, waiting for Longshot and Asuka to return home from a clan mission. She couldn't complain too much when he was sent away. The jonin knew Alison was pregnant and somewhat clingy where her husband was concerned. So, if he had been called away, it was probably very important.

She still missed him, though.

So, she spent most of the day in her music room. Her single had done remarkably well since its release and now she was looking to find more good material to record. She had almost an album's worth already.

She was taking a break from working, having a sandwich for lunch in the kitchen, when she saw the glowy orange light from John's arrival. She hoped Lisa was with him. The girl had not been in her room this morning and that had worried Alison, too.

"Hi, guys!" She called. "Come have some lunch with me."
shimmerandsing: (Ali and Longshot)
Alison had asked her husband to wake her early this morning. It was not a request he took lightly and she had to promise not to take the inevitable grouchiness out on him. Then she made him promise to remind her of that, too. Mornings were never her happy times, but add morning sickness to the equation and things really got out of hand. She did her best, but hormones got by her sometimes.

A little preparation helped, though. She had been sure to leave a few crackers and a bottle of warm ginger ale by her bedside before going to sleep the night before. She was still horribly nauseated when she got up, but at least she wasn't camped out on the floor of their bathroom. That was an improvement.

The tricky part was being unsure of whether or not she would run into Rogue downstairs. Or the kids. If she had, she'd have happily left them to it and gone back to bed. But, the kitchen was empty and quiet when she arrived. It wasn't that early, but there was no reason to be up early on a Sunday. And, she figured, the couple upstairs had a good reason to stay in bed.

It took a little over an hour and a lot of help from her hubby, but the hour went by fast. She nibbled as she cooked and felt a little better. When they finally left the kitchen, they were both fed and he was carrying a tray for her. She smiled and kissed him on the cheek as they paused outside Rogue and Dakota's bedroom door. And, then she continued up the stairs to their own bedroom. Longshot had promised to leave the tray by the bedroom door, knock, and then scurry up the stairs to snuggle back up with her. She always rested better when he was nearby.

The tray bore a breakfast for two under covered dishes. The puppy had been set free while they cooked to roam in the back yard, but it never hurt to be careful. Omelets, French toast, and bacon were warm off the stove. Blueberry muffins were baked aplenty the day before. And, for fun, an empty white wine bottle had been filled with chocolate milk and chilled in a bucket of ice beside two glasses.

A card on the tray read: Happy Birthday! Since it's your birthday and you're on vacation, you don't get to make your own breakfast. Ha! Today you have the option of spending the day with the kids, or leaving them here for us to stuff full of baked goods while you and Rogue do some proper sightseeing. A fun tour brochure is conveniently placed underneath you Vintage Moo if you decide to go. Longshot highly recommends the soba making classes. Either way, the two of you have reservations at a big fancy restaurant down town that I can't pronounce or spell, but Longshot assures me it's one of the best in town. No fancy dress or dancing required. Enjoy!

Love -- Alison and Longshot.
shimmerandsing: (holding hands)
Aside from their initial visit, the rest of the visits Alison and Longshot had made to see Dr. Crusher had been exciting and pleasant. Tiny heartbeats and surprise twins. Things had always gone well and been fairly painless.

This one promised to be somewhat less appealing. Not baby-wise, of course. The twins were still growing healthy and strong. Alison had felt no pain or discomfort so far -- aside from a little morning sickness. The tea the jonin had given her was helping. She was anxious to see another ultrasound to see how big they'd grown.

But, this would also be the day that Longshot allowed the doctor to give him deeper brain scans to test the depth of the damage Mojo's constant mind wiping had caused. Her husband had been anxious about it for the last two days leading up to the visit. Alison had done her best to keep him occupied and not thinking about it. Her new habit of narrating everything she was doing for the benefit of the tiny lives growing inside her had been a constant source of amusement for the household. If the books said they could hear sounds, then she would give them sounds, darnit.

She had to sleep, though. And she kept waking to a husband with haunted eyes. If there was something she could do to ease his pain and fear, she would gladly do it. But, all she could offer was support.

They'd arrived to the visit with a portable DVD player borrowed from Lisa and a stack of new films neither of them had seen. Alison also brought some children's books to read to him so that they could pick out favorites to read to the babies. It was all she could think of to do for him.
shimmerandsing: (Ali and Longshot)
Once again, Alison found herself in the Nexus office of Dr. Beverly Crusher. She was laying on the exam table and trying very hard to hold still as she waited for the doctor to get her equipment set up. Today was they day they would hear their babies heartbeats for the very first time. The excitement was so overwhelming that she was nearly vibrating with it as she waited. It seemed like forever! In actuality, it was probably only about ten minutes. But, it was a very long ten minutes.

They might also get to discover what sex the babies were. Alison had spent a great deal of time with Dakota's daughter, Gloria Jean. And, with John's daughter, Lisa. Miyuki was a constant presence in their lives now, also. And she never regretted any time spent with those girls. Part of her was wishing for a couple of adorable little girls to dress up and spoil.

Part of her was also wishing for little boys to shower with all the affection her first son should have had. Two, beautiful sons to chase their daddy around the castle and learn ninja tricks that would give her premature gray hairs.

She turned to smile at the Daddy in question and squeeze his hand as he stood beside her. Whichever gender they ended up with would be perfect. And, whichever they didn't get would be what they tried for next. She had already pretty much made up her mind that one more baby, at least, was in the cards for them.

Somehow, she didn't think Longshot would require much convincing.
shimmerandsing: (holding hands)
Two weeks later, as arranged, Alison and Longshot were back in Dr. Crusher's office in the Nexus. Alison was anxious to hear what the doctor's scans and tests had concluded. She was hoping with the technology Dr. Crusher had that the doctor would be able to tell them definitively whether or not her previous miscarriage had just been a tragic combination of stress and environment as she had always thought. Or if the situation was much worse and her DNA was not compatible with her husband's. Alison would be inconsolable if that were the case.

Now, she waited -- as patiently as possible -- as Dr. Crusher set up her medical files and gathered her information for their visit. She sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. Longshot was beside her in the other chair and she had a tight hold on his hand. Her thumb rubbed restlessly against the back of his hand.

There had to be good news. She needed good news.
shimmerandsing: (buttercups)
The knock at the door came almost exactly fifteen minutes after Alison had hung up the phone with John. He had said fifteen minutes, after all. It was little wonder which parent Robbie took after. The boy was almost -- almost -- never late.

Alison grinned as she swung the door open and smiled at her husband's adoptive father. To her eyes, John didn't really look old enough to be Robbie's father. Let alone Longshot who was a fully grown man. But, it worked for them and it made Longshot happy. Ultimately, that was what mattered the most to her.

"Hiya, John. Come on in." She stepped back to let him in. "Longshot's in the living room. Robbie and Miyuki are off doing something top secret for the clan. I don't even ask anymore." Actually, she did know. They were working on plans for Longshot's birthday and adoption celebration with the jonin. But, she wasn't going to say that while her husband was within hearing range.

"Everything okay?" He looked at her curiously as he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it on a hook by the front door. She eyed the gun holsters on his forearms. She could use guns, she just didn't like them. Too unpredictable for her.

"Yup. Just wanted to tell you something." His perplexed look made her giggle. "It's a secret. Go on in." She nudged him toward the living room and followed after.

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