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1. Would you rather… hang out with on set with Jensen (Dean) & Jared (Sam) or Jim (Bobby) & Genenvieve (Ruby)?
2. Would you rather…have a romantic meal in a nice restaurant with Jensen or a romantic meal in the park with Jared?
3. Would you rather…go to the cinema with Jensen to see Jared in Friday the 13 or go to a theme park with Jared?
4. Would you rather…go to the cinema with Jared to see Jensen in My Bloody Valentine 3D or hang out with Jensen at his house?
5. Would you rather…go sailing with Jensen or sailing with Jared?
6. Would you rather…party with Jensen or go ice skating with Jared?
7. Would you rather…go to the opera with Jensen or got to the zoo with Jared?
8. Would you rather…go on holiday with Jensen to Rome or go on holiday with Jared to Hawaii?
9. Would you rather…chill out watching re-runs of Supernatural with Jensen or Jared?
10. Would you rather…go watch a football match with Jared or go watch a basketball game with Jensen?
11. Would you rather…go bowling with Jared or go to the circus with Jensen?
12. Would you rather…share a romantic bubble bath with Jensen or snuggle upto Jared on the sofa to watch a romantic film?
13. Would you rather…spend a whole weekend with Jensen & his family or go scuba diving with Jared?
14. Would you rather…spend a whole weekend with Jared & his family or go slasa dancing with Jensen?
15. and finally, would you rather…marry & have children with Jensen or marry and have children with Jared (if dreams came true)?

Feel free to post any comments after answering the last Q. If anyone wants to know my answers just ask & i’ll post them in additional details!!! Have fun everyone!!!!

Thanks, Lisa Michelle x x lol x x
Ok here my answers for all the people that wanted to know:

1. Jensen & Jared of course
2. Romantic meal with Jensen
3. Go with Jensen to see Jared
4. Go with Jared to see Jensen
5. I don’t particularly like sailing but i’d go with Jensen, i’m sure he could make it fun?
6. I’m not very good at ice skating so opera as i quite like it
7. Party with Jensen
8. Go with Jensen to Rome
9. Watch with Jensen
10. Basketball with Jensen
11. Circus with Jensen (i love bowling too tho of course)
12. Bubble bath with Jensen (can u imagine, pure bliss )
13. Jensen & his family
14. Jared & his family
15. Jensen (we could have two sons & call them Dean & Sam hahahaha :) )

There ya go everyone!!! I would of put why but i only had so many space that would be allowed!!! x x x Thanks 4 all the great answers!!! x x x

By: Lisa Michelle Ackles

Chapter 3 ———————————————————- Everything happened so fast. I didnt even c it commin. It just happened, and thats all there is to it. like god is out to get me or something. am i dead? i wondered. no, im not. i can hear people crying, and screaming… ********************************************************* i was walkin to my car and i was pulling out of the school parking lot when someone’s car came out of the blue and hit me. it tripped and skidded over the black ice and hit me head on in the school parking lot. i felt pain all over my body. like i was being hit by a baseball bat 1 million times, over and over and over again. i wanted it to stop. but it didnt i felt someone lifeting me and putting me in a streacher. i was afraid to open my eyes in fear that it might add to the pain that was allready there cold hands were on my neck-checking for a pulse. ice was placed on my head-or so it felt like. maby i was dreaming. and mabye, just maybe if i opened my eyes i’ll c the ceiling of my boreingly tiny bedroom i herd a sirene, and felt a sudden jolt. the ambulence was moving. speeding down the highway at the speed of light. something must b VERY wrong that they were going So fast. i was temped to peak… but i couldnt bring myself to. i herd a sirene, and felt a sudden jolt. the ambulence was moving. speeding down the highway at the speed of light. something must b VERY wrong that they were going So fast. i was temped to peak… but i couldnt bring myself to. then the sirene stopped and the driver hit the breaks hard. my head hurt so much. it was so agravating the way it wouldnt stop. the pain wqas taking control of everything i could think of. i felt a sudden jab in my left elbow and the pain slowed down. it weakened, but did not surrendure from my body. and then i blacked out… *********************************************************** i awoke in a hospitol room a while later, alone. i could feel small, warm, salty tears plummit down my cheaks. i had no idea why i was crying, but i was. the room was plain. ordinary, blan. it had off white walls and 2 small pink armchairs that looked lik the ugly pink loveseat threw up on them. cords were all over. strapped from my arms and chest to large electronic things that beeped. a small remote control was next to me, and i guessed it was the gaget that calles the nurse. i carefully picked it up in my clammy hands and pressed the button with the nurse on it. i waited for a few moments and a beautiful women in scrubz walked soundlessly into the room. her medium length black hair was pulled up high in a bun on the crown of her head. her skin was a frightenly sheet white. i’ve never seen anyone be so pale. it was unbealiveabal. “is there something wrong?” she asked me in her beautifully high siprano voice. “n-no” i managed to mumble. “i was just wondering how-what happened.” “ah well how much do u remember?” she smoothly asked me. “not much.” i addmitted. “uummm, the car hitting me, pain all over, and hearing the ambulance. thats about it i have no idea what happened after that.” i whispered, too afraid that the pain would come back. “oh, well you were rushed into surgery. you have many broken bones. you have a few broken ribs, you left leg is broke as well as ur right arm.a fracture in ur skull, and bruises cover almost every inch of your body” she replied smoothly “oh,” i breathed. i could’ve sworn that her sky blue eyes turned a shade darker as my haid tousseled from the wind comming frm the open window. it looked as if she was holding her breath. why on earth would she do that? she swiftly and soundlessly walked out of the room. i looked around. there was a dry erase board on the wall. it said today was thrusday. how did 3 days pass sooo quickly? What hospitol was i at? there was not a single “get well soon” balloon or any cards. no sign that anyone came to c me. not even my parents, let alone my best friend. why? did they know what happened? did they care? i looked at myself. my arms and every inch of my skin was covered in stealthy purple and blue bruises. my leg and arm was in plaster. my rib cage was bandaged and it hurt to breath. i lifted my hand to pull the hair out of my hazel eyes, when my fingers brushed against some gause. dang! my forehead was bleeding on top of everything else that had happened. why? why me? why does everything bad almost always happen to me? i wondered. i longed for the answers for my multiple questions, but i knew the answers for those questions would never come. the nurse walked in again. soundlessly as before. she was still holding her breath. she walked towards me. “what?” i murmered. “oh, its time for more pain meds.” she replied smoothly she swiftly walked over, and quickly, with a needle, injected more pain meds. “ow” i wispered under my breath. “sorry” she said in her siprano voice. she heard me? i barely breathed th wird! as i drifted into an involentary slumber, i

By: a-pa-ruhl

Lucy was the beloved one, the one who always supported her people, the one they could reach out and touch. Edmund was the lawgiver, surprising everyone with how quickly he learned the intricacies of the legal system. He was not afraid to speak out when he felt his it necessary. Susan was the politician, arranging alliances with visiting dignitaries and charming them with her wit and diplomatic skill, her elegant proficiency at being hostess mellowing even the most aggressive ambassador. Peter was High King, the leader of his armies, the one to whom all the others turned when they were unsure.

They held banquets for the smallest occasion, opening their doors to their populace, keen to demonstrate fondness for even the smallest of their subjects. And yet, Peter found, it was hard to pursue conversations when everyone was so eager to tell you how much they appreciated you. The courtiers learned that they did not need to bow each time he passed, but he could not convince them to give up the slight nod of deference. Then he stopped trying, and became used to it.

It wasn’t that any of the children were lonely as they danced towards adulthood. Lucy was still accepted by her people, still went for tea with the Beavers, and they were all surrounded by the crowds of the court. But they, all four, remained closest to each other. It was to Susan that Lucy went after attending the funeral of a centaur of whom she had been particularly fond. It was from Peter that Edmund sought advice when he believed one of the courtiers was a Calormene spy. And it was to Peter that Susan went each time she gently let down another suitor and deflected another marriage proposal.

It wasn’t that she couldn’t have married them, she supposed, as she tried to negotiate an advantageous alliance that didn’t involve tying either herself or Lucy to some distant prince, but that in doing so the group would split. And they were Queens of Narnia in their own right, were they not?

Peter asked her about it one evening when she stood on the balcony overlooking the sea, salty tears drying on her face. Why had she rejected the nobleman’s son, he wanted to know, when she was so obviously fond of him?

“I didn’t love him, he was just a nice man,” she replied softly. “It wasn’t his fault that half my heart belongs already to Narnia.”

Peter rested a knowing hand on her shoulder, giving her silent support. When she turned into his embrace, burying her face against his broadening chest, it was no different than any other time he had comforted her. He stroked her hair, made soothing noises, and she tilted her face up for kiss like she had when they were children. It was instinct that turned the kiss from a chaste press of lips to something more; neither of them had kissed that way before but it seemed natural to tip their heads and open their mouths. After all, they loved each other as they loved Narnia. They were Narnia.

There was no conscious realisation of what they were doing; all was a continuation of that first, true kiss. Peter settled on the embroidered couch, Susan in his lap, and they murmured gentle words to each other between kisses, touching each other’s shoulders and arms and waists. Peter’s hands on Susan’s ******* were soothing, almost unintentional, stroking her the way he calmed his horse. When Susan shifted her weight and felt Peter’s ******** pressing up against her, it was impossible not to press back.

Even when their breathing became more laboured, their kisses never grew more urgent, still gentle encouraging licks and presses, their fingers white with clutching one another, the clothes between them hot and damp, their movements clumsy and beautiful.

When Peter came it was a constricted pulse against Susan’s petticoats, and he tipped his head back and gulped the air as Susan squeezed her thighs around him, shuddering with her enlightening release.

Even then, sweaty and entangled, as they shared a deep, exploratory kiss; even then, when they realised something between them had changed irreversibly, they never considered any alternative to accepting it.

It became a badly kept secret that King Peter rarely slept in his own bedchamber, though no comment was passed. And although Edmund frowned when he found out, he couldn’t quite fathom why the thought brought him displeasure. Peter and Susan were radiant and he could think of no reason to deny them their pleasure.

When Queen Susan’s stomach began to swell, and her gowns had to be let out, there was never any doubt that the child was the High King’s. The people of Narnia rejoiced that they would have an heir and the Golden Age was complete.

The baby was born in the spring, just as the flowers began to bloom. They called their daughter Arian, and no child was more loved. Queen Lucy was in attendance throughout the birth and was the first to lift the child into her arms. It was from King Edmund’s knees that the little princess took her first step. Each year her birthday was celebrated with the grandest feast of the year, the creatures of the country coming to attend her and lavish her with their affection. The little princess learned the ways of her land and was as fond of the woods as the palace, often spending the whole day with her animal friends.

It was on such a day as this, shortly before Arian’s eleventh birthday, when she was happily sharing tea with Mr Tumnus, that the four kings and queens stumbled back into Spare Oom.

It took only moments for the combined weight of their memories to send them sinking to the floor. Susan looked up into Peter’s childishly round face and her eyes filled with tears. Edmund bit his lip and avoided looking at them.

When Susan sobbed herself to sleep there was nothing little Lucy, sitting with her arms around her sister, could do. There was no way back through the wardrobe, the professor said. Susan’s daughter was gone.

She tried to talk of Arian to Peter once, in the days after their return. He gripped her hand until his nails made her bleed, but he never spoke a word.

The shared memory of another life was oppressive and the children drifted apart, unable to speak of what had happened, unable to maintain that closeness with those who reminded them of their other lives. But it was still there.

Sometimes Susan forgot and took Peter’s hand, kissed his lips instead of his cheek. Once she bought a little handkerchief embroidered with the monogram AP, and then realised none of her siblings had those initials. One day late in March, when he was fifteen, Peter returned home with a small package, and Lucy asked if they might have a little party, and Susan burst into tears. Their mother, confused, saved the iced buns for another time.

When Susan brought home her beau, a tall American sailor, Peter couldn’t eat his dinner and hardly spoke a word all evening. When Susan lost her virginity for the second time she returned home and sought out her brother, curling silently in his bed, pressed against his warm body.

It was only then that they consciously stepped over the line, just once, to let themselves memorize every touch and every breath, so that, when they had to return to being brother and sister, when they could no longer be King and Queen, they had a way to remember Narnia.

By: Rocky D.