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Title: 5000 Miles Summery: Mary-Lynette travels to Las Vegas to see Ash Spoilers: Night world series Disclaimer: All characters belong to LJ Smith Mary-Lynette Carter had never been a fan of hyperbole, or exaggeration but as she sank onto the soft bed, she was sure that if she took another step her legs would fall off. It seemed as if she had been walking for days and all she wanted to do now was sleep. She leaned against the pillows, letting the smooth, softness of the material seep into her weary bones and to support her weight. It felt good. Heavenly even. She stared at the ceiling, trying to force down the helpless excitement that

Khaleen remembered when she had been a girl. Innocent. She couldn't remember being young, the early days had been full of adult content for as long as she could remember. But she had been a girl. She hadn't always been a caricature. A mockery of a human being. She had always been alone, she assumed it was why she clung so fervantly to Korto-Quinlan. She had once been a girl and he had once been a Jedi. She had once been pretty-just by the virtue of having high cheekbones and soft white skin and big peircing cat eyes. She had been pretty without the heavy white make up and the red lipstick and the clothes, never respectable or respec

She always remembered the dancing. Even when the studio's details had become lost in the hazy expanse of her memory. She always remembered the dancing. Not her own dancing, she was neither gifted nor talented, but she loved it. Loved watching dance. It was what she was, and whether she had the talent to perform was irrelevant. She remembered the other girl's dancing. Fluid lines and perfect fingers and good turnout. She remembered the wood floor, that would tilt as she walked across, the soft whisper of her ballet shoes, how she would count beats to the groaning floor that seemed to buoy her up, giving her extra lift. She remembered

Insiration flows like a tap. Sometimes in a rush, eager to go somewhere, to be fully formed other times slow, deliberate, thoughtful, unsure. My inspiration comes often at night carving an uneven path through sleepy thoughts half formed, half created by a lethargic brain. My inspiration comes at her own pace days and days of white paper and no ink. Other days ink but no paper. Heedless of my frustration. Words and images that I have never experienced or touched but they are real. Sometimes with the sharpness of a teacher, I learn, always. My inspiration is always in progress. I understand only part of what I have created. Bu

Characters belong to George Lucas and Jude Watson She never would have thought it would be him. She knew that Obi Wan Kenobi was stubborn and angry and ambitious, but she never once thought he would leave the Jedi...that he could be responsible for another apprentice's death. But maybe that was why he had been sent to the Agri corps in the first place-he had not been chosen by a Master. Maybe they saw something in him that made them doubt, made them think he could turn to the darkside. Siri stared down into her meal, the questions had been buzzing around her head all day-and she suspected they were in everyone else's mind as well. The Te