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[cjmarlowe]

This is probably a longshot, but does anyone out there have the original Queer As Folk (UK) soundtrack that they have uploaded / can upload for me? I used to have most of the songs but I lost them in a hard drive crash years ago and I've had this unbelievable urge to listen to them lately.

I'll totally write a ficlet or something in exchange, if that's something you're into. Just name your price. :)

Got it, thanks! Though if anyone wants to request a ficlet anyway, I'm completely blocked on everything I'm working on right now and would probably welcome the change of pace. XD Mostly writing spn / cw rpf / leverage these days.

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[cjmarlowe.livejournal.com]

The one last thing Sam needs to do before they leave town is wipe their names from the police report of the incident. Which would actually be easier if he could just hack into the police database from their motel room, but in this one-horse town he actually has to break into the sheriff's department to access it.

At least he's spent enough time in here over the past two days that he knows which office holds the computer he needs to get his hands on, and which corridors should be empty and when.

Should, being the operative word.

He and Dean always used to agree on one simple fact: the dead should stay dead. Okay, they've both changed their minds on that lately, but he thinks Dean wouldn't disagree that some of the dead should stay dead, nailed in their graves for the rest of eternity.

"Get the fuck away from that desk," he says when he breaks into the office and finds it already occupied, raising his gun and aiming it right at Jake Talley's head.

"Whoa, hey," he says stumbling right back into the office chair, nearly falling on his ass. He obviously wasn't expecting anyone, or maybe just not expecting to ever see Sam Winchester again. "Hey, just take it easy."

"Yeah, I don't think so," says Sam. "Last time I did that you shot me in the back."

"What?" he says. "Hey, no, no, I ain't never shot anyone in the back. I've never even shot anyone in the front. Or the side. Or anywhere in the general torso region."

"Shut up," said Sam. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I don't think I can tell you that," he says, glancing at the door behind Sam. Shit. He is expecting someone else. Sam kicks the door shut quietly behind him and advances on Jake. "Job security and all."

"You think Lilith's going to have your head if you tell me?" says Sam. "Yeah, let me let you in on a secret. She's going to do that anyway. What, does she own your soul?" He peers closer, right into his eyes. "Maybe that's not even Jake in that body anymore."

"No, no it's not!" he says quickly. "I'm Hardison."

Sam snickers. "Hardison? Really? Bet the other demons beat you up on hell's playground for that."

"Hell's what? No man, you've got it all wrong. My name's Hardison. Har-di-son. And if you're looking for demons, my friend, you're looking in the wrong place."

"I'm not your friend, and I know exactly what I'm looking at. Get away from that computer and get on the floor."

He does, finally, shutting up though his eyes look frantically at the door again. Well, good. These days, Sam doesn't feel as guilty about a little justifiable fear.

When he looks at the computer, though, he frowns at what he sees. "What the hell were you doing in here?"

The question is supposed to be rhetorical, as Sam flips through to the right program and alters the record. It's pretty easy when someone else has already hacked in.

"Giving someone a criminal record?" he offers.

Sam hardens again after that. "Who, me? My brother? What's she got you doing?"

"I don't even know who you are," says Jake. Hardison. Whatever. "Unless your name is A.J. Reynolds and you were accused but never charged with child molestation, I've got nothing against you, man. So how about you put that gun down?"

For the first time, Sam thinks about it. Something is just not right here. Demons lie, but they're usually a lot less earnest about it.

"Who are you?"

"Hardison. Seriously, do you have some kind of hearing problem going on? Because I know this great doctor over in Chicago. Well, I don't know her, but I've heard of her. I can get you an appointment in, like, five minutes."

Sam would have said something else to that, but while he's been talking to Jake's doppelganger someone's crept into the office and circled around behind him, and suddenly there's a sharp pain at the base of his skull, right before the darkness.

When he wakes up again the guy and his accomplice are gone, and Dean's hovering over him hissing that they need to get out of there now, and Sam's left wondering what the hell just happened. Wondering if he'll ever really know.

[rhythmsextion]

OH JUST MADE ME SO FUCKING HAPPY, DUDE. I AM FLAILING. This bit was my favorite:

"Hey, no, no, I ain't never shot anyone in the back. I've never even shot anyone in the front. Or the side. Or anywhere in the general torso region."

So very VERY Hardison. Oh, how I love him.

Also, Eliot cameo! Love! THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY.

[firestorm172001.livejournal.com]

Just lovely.

"Last time I did that you shot me in the back."

Didn't Jake stab Sam in the back?