http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/ The ultimate Preston/Child fanfics collection Mon, 06 Jun 2005 00:00:01 GMT 60 en-US Delilah Monroe gazed out over the decadent reception area of the gallery, taking in the spectacle. The hyperindulgent, ridiculous spectacle, she thought uncharitably. She had never really enjoyed large, ritualized social events, and the glamorous opening of a major New York art gallery…well, it hardly got larger or more ritualized than this. But she couldn’t afford to let these feelings interfere, especially not tonight. The first person you have to sell when you’re selling lies, her father had taught her, is yourself. And of course he was perfectly right. Delilah inhaled slowly, assuming her role. I’m a perfectly respectable (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/115/ Tue, 21 Jun 2011 18:36:49 CDT At first glance, the setting may have looked romantic. The thought occurred to Special Agent Cady as she surveyed the remains of dinner at the small table in her kitchen: chop sticks set down after eating their fill of take-out Thai food; a small porcelain pot of green tea still warm and fragrant; red linen napkins to further accent the Asian flavor of dinner, along with a petite arrangement of unknown blossoms —at least unknown to Cady— that he had bought to grace the table. Even the lights were dim, and three well-used candles flickered tiredly together at the end (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/114/ Tue, 08 Jan 2008 09:01:54 CST “Forgive me such crude sentiment, beloved...but I think it was a mistake for you to come here.” The mahogany-haired woman said to her husband while she reached to touch his white face, both (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/113/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:46:37 CST *Spoilers* *Profanity* *Ruthless Humour* ---This story takes place AFTER my other two fanfics, i.e. in this order: ‘Wait Till Helene Comes’ (Not yet posted! Heh. I’m savin’ it for Hallowe’en.) ‘The New Orleans Patient’ ‘Raised On Robbery’ (I was writing this one before I started on Helene, but I finished Helene first. Go figure!) Again, I don’t own Pendy. Mr. Preston and Mr. Child do. They made him what he is. But, as far as I know, I wrote the poem first. However, Joni Mitchell wrote ‘Raised On Robbery’, which is in italics. And this is my first songfic, well, it’s sort of one. It’s not as (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/112/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:38:57 CST *Spoilers* *Profanity* *Ruthless Humour* Takes place between WOD and...my 1st Pendy fanfiction, The New Orleans Patient. Disclaimer: Again, Pendergast is not my creation. He belongs to Mr. Preston and Mr. Child. Thank you God/Allah/Pantheon Dwellers/YWYH/Mother Goddess/Those Nifty Celtic types...Anansi...Joseph Campbell (I don’t read him all the time, but I watched the ‘Last Video Interview’ and other things-I’m familiar with his ideas) Interesting man- he’s on my list of dead people to meet, along with Pres. Lincoln, Siddhartha Gautama, and all the Llamas and a bunch of other people...Nut, Bast, Ma’at, Isis, Thoth-y poo! Anubis, Horus, Osiris (he’s the man)...everyone else...you get the (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/111/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:26:09 CST ***SPOILERS*** Sort of. The story takes place around the end of BOTD (Book of the Dead) and the probable middle of WOD (Wheel of Darkness). Now, as anyone friendly with Miss Swanson and the Lieutenant knows, there is profanity i.e. colorful and/or florid verbage, in moderation. Also, I believe I Looney Tunes’d them all out, but if there are stragglers, ego paenitet. Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child created Pendergast. I, quite simply, am merely borrowing him in adoration of his perfection. However, the poem ‘Oh Death’ in chapter four is mine, written for the purpose of inclusion. All (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/110/ Thu, 03 Jan 2008 12:16:34 CST Proctor heard his name called as he was walking back toward the kitchen, and promptly turned in his tracks. The voice, quiet as always, came from the study. But there was just the slightest tone in that voice. Revealing none of the misgivings that had risen in the short distance between the rooms, Proctor pushed the door open and entered. “Yes?” His employer sat at his desk, idly twirling a dry sprig of mistletoe between his long, pale index finger and thumb, occasionally brushing it thoughtfully against his chin. His eyes, normally a blue so faint as to almost appear silver, (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/109/ Tue, 25 Dec 2007 19:09:38 CST “Charles? Are you alright?” Charles DuChamp struggled against the blackness that had enveloped him with such sickening swiftness. He tried to open his eyes, but the pain forced them to stay shut. The voice came again, more insistent, but also familiar. “Charles? Charles?” A cool, dry hand touched his face. “Wake up, Charles.” The voice, soft, mellifluous, with a syrupy New Orleans accent, started to break through the fog that clouded DuChamp’s brain. A sudden surge of elation coursed through his heart when he finally thought he recognized the voice. “Aloysius?” whispered DuChamp. “Is that you? I thought—.” He opened his eyes to (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/108/ Sun, 23 Sep 2007 03:34:10 CDT There was a point during his convalescence in his brother’s questionable care, shortly after he’d come to realize in some sort of vague sense where he was and what was going on, when he woke to the feeling of careful hands on his left foot. He’d spent so long consumed by fever dreams and night terrors it was a moment before he was certain that he wasn’t sleeping. Eyelids barely open, he gazed down towards his feet. Diogenes was crouched there, slowly running his fingers along Pendergast’s insole, lips moving silently. When they were younger, before Diogenes’ illness—for Pendergast still called (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/107/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 07:41:12 CDT Agent Pendergast looked out His window at Dakota When the snow lay all about Pale as his own scrota “How I hate the cold,” he hissed. “What would be the harm in taking leave of this foul mess and going someplace warm?” He invited dear Vincent They boarded a cruise ship Just a couple single gents Avoiding winter's cruel nip The ship sailed and Vincent paled For he began to blow chunks Pendy was consumed with guilt And quickly packed their trunks. He chartered a whirlybird Performed a ship-air pick up Vincent's fear was quite absurd Dickens he did kick up Twirled and kicked and screamed his way From the deck to the bird Pendergast was (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/106/ Mon, 20 Aug 2007 07:38:30 CDT Pendergast’s POV He was sitting in the back of an ambulance when I arrived, covered in blood and for his sake I hoped some of it was his own. An EMT was holding a stethoscope to his chest and checking his blood pressure. He sat there patiently, staring off into space, his dark sunglasses perched on top his curly black hair. He hadn’t noticed me yet and I took the opportunity to just watch him. At the beginning of (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/105/ Fri, 27 Jul 2007 12:19:46 CDT Pale silver blue eyes (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/104/ Wed, 20 Jun 2007 14:09:34 CDT Vincent D’Agosta took another sip of his Bud and let his eyes wonder around the bar he’d ducked into on his way home. It was a cop hangout, decorated primarily with bullet-riddled silhouettes from various firing ranges. He wondered why they didn’t just hang bloody corpses on the walls. The bar also boasted framed (and only complimentary) NYPD headlines from the Times and the Post, some with pictures of bloody corpses. There were also photos of the city’s top cops, past and present, a motley collection of mostly balding, paunchy clones whose faces all seemed to resemble the one (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/103/ Fri, 30 Mar 2007 13:09:29 CDT It’s strange in the house tonight, very quiet, and the candlelight is making phantoms on the walls that dance to some ethereal beat that only they can hear. The animals on the posters seem to slink closer, and the plants seem to be growing when I’m not looking. There’s an owl in the woods not too far away and he kept asking WHO? WHO? until Aloysius whispered in his sleep, “Xenaides, the blood demon.” As though it had heard him, the owl grew quiet. I grew quiet, too, fearful of waking him. I am still recovering from the last (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/102/ Tue, 27 Mar 2007 11:38:45 CDT The young FBI agent Halo Spencer looked out the side of his sunglasses to the older agent seated beside him. The other agent’s hair was white-blonde, contrasting to a completely black suit that was tailored to his too-thin frame. His eyes were silver like a Husky’s and his skin was pale to the point of transparency but not sickly in any way. His lips pressed into a disapproving line as he looked down at the case file on the table between them. Halo studied his profile in the half-dark of twilight and thought maybe he was an angel. It (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/101/ Fri, 23 Mar 2007 15:15:32 CDT Constance Greene sat in her favorite chair in the mansion at 891 Riverside Drive; she was writing in her journal. Categorizing the events of her day and the emotions that came with them. She heard the front door close; Aloysius Pendergast was home and she heard his shoes drop to the floor. But wait— She thought. If he’s wearing them why did they drop? They wouldn’t drop if he was wearing them, only if he was carrying them and then let them fall or if— Constance shut her journal and rose, poking her head cautiously out the door, finding (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/100/ Thu, 08 Feb 2007 19:11:46 CST The book was just out of reach, Kellie Laskey stood on the very tips of her toes, fingers stretched as far as they could go and she still couldn’t reach the damn book. It—the book—was one the wrong shelf, and it was her job to put the books where they belonged. She fell back to the flats of her (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/99/ Thu, 08 Feb 2007 19:08:48 CST The directions had been difficult to follow, but Pendergast knew he was at the right place. It was in the atmosphere; the lull of the crickets in the tall grasses, the sheen of the afternoon sun warming the still river, the Spanish moss hanging in the trees—even the smell of the woods and the river and something else, a heady vapor on the breeze unlike anything he’d ever smelled before. Something about it made his muscles tighten with trepidation. He crossed the plank bridge over a tributary to the unpainted, tin-roofed shack, hyperaware of the silence after all the racket (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/98/ Thu, 18 Jan 2007 20:02:51 CST I swung my gun hand, making sure to hit Diogenes hard enough to knock him out and it connected with his forehead. It was only fair, considering what he’d done to Charles. Proctor caught him before he could fall onto me and dosed him with god-only-knew what to keep him unconscious until I decided otherwise. I helped Proctor maneuver him to (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/97/ Mon, 15 Jan 2007 21:30:12 CST She screamed, screamed bloody murder. No. She screamed, her hands flying to her mouth to try to No! She screamed, unable to stop the NO! She screamed. Maybe. She screamed. Jeff’s face turned a shade of red thatohbullshitbullshitbullshit Lee stood up, stretching. Enough for today. It just couldn’t be forced. It was like sex that way, it either worked or it didn’t, and if it didn’t, no amount of pretending would make it right. Time to do something physical, work the kinks out. She decided to pull some weeds. At least it would get her out into the spring sunshine and fresh air before the rain they’d been (...) http://www.bluecatsgraphics.com/pean/fanfics/96/ Tue, 02 Jan 2007 19:25:26 CST