Fail FanFic.Net Fail

Having spent most of the past week trying to get fanfiction.net to let me update my PR stories, I have given up.  Once upon a time when the world was...I mean, a while ago I was told about Archive of Our Own (AO3) another fanfiction site that has a lot of different and equally interesting stories.

Today, I believe I have officially converted to AO3 becuase of the fact that they are willing to let me upload my stories without any of the hassel I've lately experienced from ff.net.

In related news, I have stories!


Of Magic and Ninjas (COMPLETE!)  for Power Rangers

Rituals of the Moon (WIP) for Supernatural/Criminal Minds

Wayward Son (WIP) for Stargate Atlantis/Power Rangers (Turbo) although I call it a Justin Stewart/SGA cross over because really?  It's all about Justin.

Also, The Impala (one-shot) for Supernatural, which I also posted here and which may become a series of one shots about the car.

Drive

Universe: Supernatural, AU
Characters: The Impala, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, John Winchester
Warnings: None
Author: Guardian of Hope
Notes: There are many drivers, but only one OWNER.

Sequal to The Impala



The first time He is allowed to drive, she purred.

Maybe no one really noticed, but with Him behind the wheel, she is a kitten, purring and obedient.  She did everything she could so that her Owner would become a confident driver.

When His father drove her the next time, she was hard pressed not to let something break, just on principal.

After all, she had been made for Him and no other.  She would allow others to drive her, but would only run at her best for Him.

When the Baby drove her, she was careful because He wanted her to be.

She didn’t like it when the Baby drove her, because the Baby never wanted it fast or rough, but slow and easy.  He understood about being fast and daring.  He liked to hear her engine purr as she approached her top speeds.

When His soul was torn from her, she cried as only a car can cry.

He was her Owner, had rebuilt her from the tires up.  She let the Baby drive her, and was content to be slow.  If He could not return to her, she no longer felt the burning need to throw herself over the hills in pursuit of the sun and the stars.

When He came back, she couldn’t go fast enough.