By request-a continuation of Jayne's Turn. :)
Disclaimer: Joss is my Master now...
( River was never certain just how long after the Operative’s ‘stand-down’ order she stood there.  )

A stream of consciousness from Jayne during the BDM. This actually started from a dream I had and I just typed it up. So no beta, all mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Joss is my Master so it all belongs to him.

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Being as how I am unemployed and thus broke but still wanting to do something for the people of Haiti...I offer the following:

Jayne hats!

I'll get a picture up and more details over the weekend/beginning of next week but right now I wanted to gage interest. The hats would be $20 American with $3 for shipping and $1 for yarn so $16 from each hat will go to the Red Cross. I hate to take the $4 but I can't afford the shipping myself. I can do smaller hats for children if someone wants.

Is anyone interested?

Repost this in your LJ if you know someone who has, had or has been affected by cancer! 93% WON'T even take the time to Copy & Paste this... Will you?

My Mom-died March 2004, 3 weeks after being diagnosed.

My Grandmother-fought the disease for years before losing in 1986.

RIP

Title: Whiskey Lullaby
Characters/Pairings: Chuck/Casey
Rating: PG-13
Warning:Is there such a thing as almost angst? Oh well, there is now...
Summary: Replace some 'her's with 'him's and voila- a song fic is born.
Disclaimer: I own nothing-I just like to do things with Adam's characters that make him say "eww." :)

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Ok, so I picked up Chuck season 2 and have watched the first episode and started the second. First let me say that we all think of Chuck as thin and geeky but when he was changing his shirt...umm...not so much with the thin and geeky. Now, granted he is no Casey but then who is?

When I watched the first season I hadn't read much Chuck fanfic. I only got into Chuck/Casey after. And now I'm seeing it all over the place. So now I'm wondering if I missed it before because I wasn't looking for it or if I'm seeing it only because I'm looking for it...

Disclaimer: Chuck is not mine. If it were I’d probably be taking some work home from the office-like Zach and Adam!

A/N: This is my very first Chuck fic. This one’s not beta’d so please forgive any grammar mistakes. Also I haven’t seen season 2 yet so it’s pretty spoiler free. This is a song fic using Shania Twain’s song It Only Hurts When I’m Breathing. If you like it please let me know-I have an idea for a sequel but I don’t know if I want to do it or not-depends mostly on the response. :)

 

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This was in the newspaper many years ago. I have kept it on my wall ever since.

The 56 Men Who Signed the Declaration

Dear Ann Landers: I received this from a friend. The author is not known, but it might be appropriate for the Fourth of July-Independence Day. –Ellen in New Jersey

Dear Ellen: Thank you for a perfect July 4 column. Here it is:
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons who served in the Revolutionary Army. Another two had sons captured. Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War. They pledged their lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor.
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists; 11 were merchants; nine were farmers and plantation owners. All were men of means and education; they knew the penalty would be death if captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts.
Thomas McKean was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family constantly. He served in the Congress without pay.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of William Ellery, Lyman Hall, George Clymer, Thomas Heyward Jr., Edward Rutledge and Arthur Middleton. The home of Francis Lewis was destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within tow years.
John Hart was driven from the bedside of his dying wife. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year, he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and children gone. He died shortly thereafter, heartbroken.
They gave us a free and independent America. We were British subjects at that time, and we fought against our own government. Too often, we take these liberties for granted.
So-while you are enjoying the festivities of the July 4 holiday, take a few minutes and silently than these patriots for their heroic contributions.

A/N: Wow, has it really been that long since I updated this story? I was really stuck on this part. Mostly because it required alot of exposition and I wasn't quite sure how to explain everything and still have it be interesting.

The thank you's: first, let me say thank you to my 2 betas Adverbia and gilove2dance. Without their input this would be much less readable. Second, thanks to all that have tuned bac in for this new chapter. I promise not to leave you hanging so long for the next one.

Chapter 7

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Tags: rayne, what jayne wants

Last of my Rayne drabbles.

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