Driving away from the wreck of the day and I'm thinkin' 'bout callin' on Jesus

Wasn't trying to start a trend.

[MYL] 30.2: Things I dread

--Doctor's appointments
--Dentist's appointments
--The time of year when all the good TV shows go on hiatus
--Arguments
--Break-ups
--Nightmares
--Finishing a really good book (cause then it's not a shiny new book you've never read before, it's just a book)

From Rian and Mike.

Pick a Baileigh and I'll write a fic or a drabble based on her and your muse. You can pick your top three and I'll write at least one. If you want to guarantee that I'll write you something, repost this and spread the love.

1. Slayer!Bee
2. Pouting!Bee
3. Enamored!Bee
4. Accident!Bee will be written for abbytude
5. Drunk!Bee
6. Angry!Bee
7. Naive!Bee
8. Happy!Bee
9. Hungover!Bee
10. Insecure!Bee
11. Bragging!Bee will be written for big_callahan
12. Annoying!Bee
13. Injured/In-danger!Bee
14. Caretaker!Bee
15. Flirty!Bee
16. Sleepy!Bee
17. Scared!Bee
18. Party/Dancing!Bee
19. Troubled!Bee
20. Excited!Bee will be written for elementof_risk
21. Big sister!Bee
22. Undercover!Bee will be written for whattingawhat
23. Embarrassing!Bee
24. Maternal!Bee
25. Choose-your-own!Bee

[MtM] What was your most defining moment in your life?

I was at work. Not that unusual a day, really. A little busy. I'd gotten good tips. My shift was supposed to be over in a couple hours.

I was cleaning off a table when I got a little dizzy. I say I was cleaning off a table, but really, it was just a coffee cup and a little plate of bagel crumbs. It was Mr. Hensen's regular table. He's one of those little old men that gets up early in the morning and makes the diner rounds. Retired military. He says hi to all his old friends, does more talking than actual eating, and so long as you keep him in coffee, he's happy. Nice guy. Always leaves a couple dollars as a tip, which is generous when you consider how little a cup of coffee and a bagel costs.

I just wrote it off as low blood sugar...the dizziness, I mean. Figured I'd go snag a few pieces of bacon and maybe a donut hole, and I'd be fine.

I picked up Mr. Hensen's coffee cup. Normal grip, really, just, picked it up to carry it to the back and toss it into the dishwasher. But it shattered in my hand.

Not just shattered. Disintegrated. Bits of it ground to powder, some of it scattered on the table and floor, but a good bit of it ended up embedded in my hand.

I bled like crazy. The owner and the other waitress were freaking out. I kept trying to tell them it was okay, it was worse than it looked, really...that was the funny thing, I kept thinking, 'it hurts, but it should hurt more.' I thought maybe I was in shock or something, and there was a lot of blood, so...I let them take me to the hospital. The ER nurses cleaned up the cuts, dug out all the little coffee mug bits, one of the doctors sewed up the deepest cut on my thumb. He kept telling me it was okay, it'd be fine, the stitches would dissolve and it wouldn't even scar.

They gave me a mild painkiller and sent me home, and my boss made me take the next day off.

The cuts were gone by morning.

The scar tissue had grown up around the stitches...I had rip the cut open again, just to get them out.

I couldn't figure it out. I didn't know what was going on, so I tried not to think about it. I acted like everything was normal. I wore the bandage. I pretended like my hand still hurt. I kept breaking things, so I started, just, handling everything like it was made of spun sugar.

I could keep going. Things only got weirder and worse after that until someone told me what was going on. But that was the moment. That was when it started.

That was the moment I became a Slayer.