TinkerTalker

"So where am I taking these boxes?" he asked me. "My truck." I replied. He turned and gave me a funny look. "What?" I asked. "You drive a truck?" "I do indeed. Is that a problem?" "No. I just didn't see you as a truck girl." "Oh, and what kind of car did you see me driving? A Beetle?" "Yes actually." "Seriously? That is so stereotypical. Not all girls like those cars." "Are you saying you don't?" "Not at all." I said, crossing my arms. He shrugged, "Okay then." He bent down to lift the box and hefted it up. "Lead the way."  ~moments later~ "That's all of them" he said, closing the tailgate of my truck. He turned and faced me, "Is that all

Makoto stumbled at the response, almost dropping the boy in his arms at the familiar name. He stared down in disbelief. "H-Haru?!" he exclaimed, eyebrows nestling in his hairline and making his jade eyes seem much bigger. Unfortunately, the raven-head was completely limp in his hold, his breathing even and eyelashes kissing his cheeks signaling his reprieve from reality, so he did not answer. Makoto frowned helplessly, adjusting his hold on the slim body, subconsciously tucking Haru closer to his chest as he made his way up the grand steps to his home with a mildly concerned and questioning Aiichirou next to him, holding the door to allow th

A/N: This is a usual story but I decided that instead of Sarah/Connor/Abby etc..... being the main character, I'd change it so that you are. You still with me? Good. Instead of writing Sarah sat at her desk...blah blah blah, I've changed it so that it's; You sit at your desk... blah blah blah. Yeah, this has probably put you off so I'm gonna shut up now. Disclaimer: If only...... Pairings: Becker/You    Connor/Abby     Danny/Jenny (hint) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You sit at your desk running through the personal files of your new collea

Engineers Chapter 1 There are two types of people in this world: Engineers and Naturals.  Engineers are the people who’ve been genetically altered to look, well, perfect in every way imaginable. Naturals are people who were born without being engineered. Naturals are people like me. Being an Engineer is about more than just being perfect, being beautiful, though. Being an Engineer is a sign of wealth; the prettier you are, the wealthier your parents must be, because Engineering is very expensive. Some families can only afford to have some things altered; eyes, for instance, or height. Other families can basically design their own chil