From this.

Hiro stopped being afraid of the dark when he was 6. That night, his sister locked him in a closet and didn't let him out until the next morning. After pounding on the door for what felt like forever, he'd finally fallen asleep, though he'd had the last laugh when she woke up to find he'd pulled all her clothes off their hangers and slept on them.

But the darkness here feels different. It's as if some malevolent shadow has laid claim to everything around it - distorting houses, streets, sidewalks. With a strange unsurprise, Hiro realizes he's in Texas again, looking down the street he walked so many times in the 6 months he lived there. Only the pale moon offers any light. However, even as he continues to walk towards Charlie's house, that scant light begins to dim, taking the last of what is normal away with it. The dark slides towards him, eager to catch him.

Hiro begins to run, his heart rate already picking up. He doesn't know what this force is that seems so intent to capture him, but he doesn't want to wait and find out. Even if it has no breath, no sound, no smell, he can feel that it is just right behind him, ready to trip him and take him down to its lair.

He can't stop, but he feels his body growing so incredibly heavy, useless, and he knows that every step is mired in tar. His lungs ache with every waterlogged breath as the fog from his mouth blends with vapors swirling around his feet. Cold is gripping his mouth and lungs as much as the shadow creature desires to do the same. Panicked, he keeps running, even though he is certain that every step will be his last.

Just as his body begins to fail, light begins to filter through the fog and without a single thought, he directs his feet to go over there, even as his mind wonders why it's appeared now. But he can't help himself. It's instinctive. Humans naturally fear the dark - even if they are 27 and have spent the night in their sister's closet. He finally finds himself in the comfortable circle of light from a lamppost. He clutches it like a child clinging to its mother's hand, turning now to see if his tormentor dares cross the boundary between the light and dark, even if the fog gives it an eerie glow.

Nothing.

Hiro breathes a sigh of relief. Just your imagination running away with you.

"How do you do?" the light says just as it bends down and eats his face.

Hiro shoots out of bed, staring at his bedside lamp like an enemy.

006. Bravery is the capacity to perform properly even when scared half to death. --General Omar Bradley



"Luka, we have to go!" While the gunfire outside the small African clinic made Carter jump, it seemed to have little if any affect on the tall Croat as he continued with the amputation of the leg of the small girl on the table in front of him.

"Not yet, take the others, I can finish up here. I'll follow with Chance when I'm done." Despite his efforts to conceal it, the tremble in his voice betrayed his own fears on the danger of their current situation.

"We're not leaving you." Carter stood firm even as he spotted several soldiers, with their rifles at the ready, cross the yard outside the window. "We won't have long and they'll be inside."

"I know, Carter, but, if I don't get everything closed before I move her, I risk losing her. I'm not taking that chance if I don't have to." Kovac's irritation toward the younger doctor was growing as the man persisted. Did he really think he wasn't aware of what was happening outside and the risk he was putting them all in by not stopping the surgery immediately? Hell, if Carter could get past his own fear he would see there was no choice in finishing, he reached for more gauze in an attempt to clear the field of the rapidly pooling blood.

"Luka!" Carter reached of the IV as the gunfire and yells outside signaled that they were now directly involved in the battle. "It's now or never, we take her as she is or they'll kill her and us."

"Damn." Kovac tied off his last stitch before hastily wrapping what remained of the young girl's leg. It would have to do. "All right, I've got her, give me the IV and let's go." After wiping his hands on the already bloodied towel on the cot, he scooped Chance up into his arms.

"Run!" As he hit the back-porch he heard the sound of the clinic's front door being forced open, it was all a number's game now, for all of them.

Muse: Luka Kovac
Fandom: ER
Words: 341

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“Okay, go ahead and put the milk in.”

“Like this?”

“Well, we were hoping most of it would make it into the bowl, but we can adjust.”

The six year old nodded, examining the bowl of brownie mix and the counter full of milk, as if trying to gauge how much had missed. The boys were enjoying an afternoon to themselves, and Terry was enjoying a day with Zach, Alice, and Jackie. Lunch had been… interesting. She didn’t have the practice the boys had when dealing with three kids at once, so it was a mess of spit up and spilled food, and maybe just a bit of tears on Terry’s part. But Zach had been so helpful, feeding his sisters, wiping their chins, and Terry offered to make brownies with him while the girls napped.

The brownie-making had lasted considerably longer than the nap, so now the twins were playing in their playpen, perfectly in Terry’s sight line, and she kept glancing over to check on them so many times that Zach had to grab her arm and pull her attention back to him. He was so his father’s son. Always had to be the center of attention.

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Theresa Cassidy (Siryn)
Marvel Comics
625 words
Note: this fic is part of a future-verse

It was one of the few things Kaito recognized early in his son's life. Despite the fact that he could be the obedient son when directly told to do something, Hiro was an imp when left unchecked. No matter how much he tried to stop it, though, it seemed that Hiro could lay his hands on any kind of fireworks he wanted to set off at the most inopportune moments. Not that he actually ever embarrassed his father, but his daughter complained often of phone calls disrupted or friends upset when a firecracker would go off in her vicinity.

He could never find Hiro's stash no matter how many times he searched his son's room. He checked for loose boards, for secret boxes and for false bottoms to drawers. He never suspected that his son had cut open his futon to keep them hidden from his father's sight. The only time it ever concerned Hiro was the one time his father had come into his room, smoking in one of his rare, worried states. He usually smoked outside, but he had been concerned by Hiro's low scores on the standard tests that he'd felt a need to eschew his usual policy of not smelling up the house.

Kaito had sat right next to the stash, leaving his son a stammering wreck. He believed it to be Hiro's concern that he'd scored so low rather than the fact that his son was scared to death that his father would blow them both up. He left, satisfied he'd gotten his point enough, never seeing his son sink to his knees, thankful that his father hadn't killed them both.

Only one thing can sate his hunger - waffles!

My buddy Morgan likes fireworks. In fact, he'll go to Chinatown and find a guy selling them. And when he finds that guy and starts talking to him, it's almost like Morgan is trying to buy drugs or something. I mean, that's how it looks. He's really careful, looking around, making sure he's not being followed and stuff. And then he'll buy them.

Does Morgan really know what he's doing? Um...not really. Somehow though, he's managed to set them off without getting hurt though. (Thankfully.)

[Locked to those who know of his secret life]

One time Morgan bought fireworks and it was a good thing that he did. You see, there were a bunch of bad guys in a Chinese mob that we were after and things weren't looking so good for our little team. So, I set off a bunch of fireworks as a distraction. The mobsters ran out to see what was going on and I slipped in the restaurant and set Casey and Sarah free.

Sure, I was supposed to stay out of sight, but it probably was a good thing I took that risk.

The only bad thing? While I was doing that, Ellie was waiting at home for us to have our Mother’s Day dinner. It’s not on the traditional Mother’s Day. It’s in October and we celebrate the day that we learned to rely on one another after our Mom took off. I of course had to make up a lame excuse about why I wasn’t there.

Despite all that, I guess I can be grateful things sorta ended up working out in the end. Sarah and Casey caught the bad guys after fighting ‘em off once they were free. An upset Ellie finally forgave me and we did end up having our Mother’s Day dinner, just one night later. [/unlocked]

Muse: Chuck Bartowski
Fandom: Chuck
Word Count: 313

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