Challenge 1 - Code Blue

[Lex]

Ok so this is the first challenge! Basically i want people to continue either one of the lines below...

Option 1...

"A lightbulb was hanging from the ceiling shading a soft light on the room. The door creaks open and Izzy enters. She's wearing her every day clothes and has no make up on. She makes her way towards the body bag on a nearby metallic table. She gingerly reaches out to the zip..."

Option 2...

"Buffy is running through the hospital. Her face is cut and she looks like she's been crying. Her leather jacket sways with every burst of an opening door. She stops as she sees the stretcher ahead. She breathes heavily looking at who is on it..."

Ooooh so continue the tale from one of those!! Here are the specifics for the challenge...


Fandom: Obviously Grey's Anatomy, or Buffy but it can be from any seasons. Obviously, don't mix GA with BtVS, if you're unsure, PM me.

Word Limit: 1000, i'll keep it short, it can be 10% either side, so as long as it's between 900 and 1100 words, that's fine guys!

Specific Requirements: One of the other main cast members must enter, this can be anyone...be imaginative!

Entries: You can do one entry for each story, so one for GA and one for Buffy!

Prizes: I will make a wall and a banner set for the winner, anything they want, they get on these two! Second place will get a banner set too, whatever they want.

The challenge will end on 11th February 2007!

So everyone is welcome to enter, post your entries here, don't worry about posting what i wrote above, just post your continuation.

Good luck, and most importantly, have fun!!

[Deleted]

Title: Unexpected Visitor
Characters: All original “Buffy: the Vampire Slayer” characters are the sole property of Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is intended.
Setting: Mid-season 2
Word Count: 1,099 (I just barely made it!)
Rating: G
Beta(s): Batmite79
Author’s Notes: I wanted to keep it open enough to be able to fit anywhere into season 2 (after the appearance of Angelus) without a lot of added explanation or addition to existing episodes. (Which is good, since the word count didn’t leave a lot of room for detail.)

"Buffy is running through the hospital. Her face is cut and she looks like she's been crying. Her leather jacket sways with every burst of an opening door. She stops as she sees the stretcher ahead. She breathes heavily looking at who is on it..."

“No! Giles!” she cried, reaching out to him. At that moment, Xander grabbed her and pulled her away from the stretcher.

“There’s nothing you can do about it right now. Let the doctors take care of him. It’s their job,” he comforted her, leading her to the waiting area. “Come on, sit down,” he patted one of the chairs. “They’ll let us know when we can see him.”

“What happened? I mean, I was right there. He was fine. And then he was gone,” Buffy’s voice was choked by the tears streaming down her face.

Xander looked at her, concern on his face, deciding whether or not to tell Buffy the truth. “I don’t know how, but Angelus got to him.” Buffy didn’t let him go any further. She jumped from her chair and started running to the nearest exit.

“Whoa!” Xander said, grabbing her arm.

“Let go, Xander. I have to find him.”

“It’s not going to do you any good to go like this, though,” Xander countered, leading her back to the chairs. “You need to take some time and calm down.”

“But it’s my fault, Xander. I have to go after him.” Xander smiled at the headstrong Slayer next to him. He had never been a fan of the vampire and wanted nothing more than to see him turn to dust, but he knew Angelus was strong and crafty. Buffy had to be in top form to fight him and win. Buffy sat motionless next to Xander, her unseeing eyes trained on the far wall, her mind trying, but failing, to process what had happened.

A tall young man approached the pair. “Excuse me, are you Xander?” Xander nodded, and the man continued. “I’m Doctor Smith. I’m taking care of Mr. Giles. He’s able to have visitors now.” His gaze moved to the young woman sitting next to Xander. “And this must be your sister. He’s been asking for both of you. This way, please.”

“Buffy?” he asked, turning toward her. “Sis, Dad wants to see us,” he said, hoping the code they had unofficially established to use in such instances would register with her, but she didn’t react. Xander turned back toward the doctor. “She’s very shaken up,” he said, apologetically. “It might be best if I go in by myself first. Then I can assure her that he’s doing fine.”

“I understand,” he assured Xander. He motioned for a nurse to keep an eye on Buffy, and then led Xander down the hall to Giles’ room. “Here we are,” he said, opening the door.

“Hey, Dad,” Xander said, the doctor closing the door, leaving the two men alone.

“Xander,” Giles said, the young man’s voice helping to focus his mind. “Where’s Buffy?” he asked, his eyes scanning the room.

“She’s in the waiting area. I don’t think her mind’s been able to process what happened yet.”

“I suppose that’s to be expected. It’s probably best that she not see me here if we can help it. She needs to be able to stay focused.”

“You look fine to me,” Xander said, his eyes now showing worry.

“Oh, I’m doing quite well. I don’t know what it was Angelus wanted with me, or what he intended to do to me, but whatever it was got interrupted. The doctor said I lost a good amount of blood, but it’s really nothing more than cuts and bruises.” Giles did, in fact, look like he had simply struggled free from a bar fight, with the exception of his abdomen, which had been heavily bandaged and seemed to be causing him a great deal of pain. “Some deeper than others, obviously,” he added, wincing at the pain that crept slowly from his stomach.

“So, you have no idea what he might have wanted from you?” Giles shook his head. “Well, what happened? Buffy said you were there and then you were gone.”

Giles nodded his head, painfully sitting up straighter in the bed. “I was there with her, although I can’t honestly say I was of much help. I felt someone hit me from behind. The next thing I remember is waking up in a dark room with Angelus facing me, a twisted smile on his face.” He winced again, the now familiar pain creeping through his body. “He kept saying something, but I wasn’t coherent enough to make it out. His methods of torture are rather barbaric and, I imagine, extremely effective. I’m not sure how I got there, I imagine I was knocked unconscious again, or perhaps had lost too much blood, but the next thing I remember is you finding me in the street.”

“OK, so, we should start doing some research, right?”

“Xander, what exactly would you be researching?” Giles asked, his eyes reproaching the young man, but at the same time appreciative of his willingness to help.

“I don’t know,” Xander said softly, his head bent in shame. “But we have to do something.”

“Look after Buffy. She shouldn’t patrol tonight. She’s much too easy a target in this state. When she’s feeling better, take her home. Call the others. Make sure they’re safe. Then get some rest. I’m sure we’ll all be much more useful after a good night’s sleep.”

“All right,” Xander said, somewhat dejectedly. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

“I’ll be fine. Right now I’m much more worried about Buffy. There’s no saying what effect all this business with Angelus is having on her.” Giles closed his eyes as Xander left the room and started back to where he had left Buffy. She had regained a bit of her composure and found herself physically responding to what the nurse was saying.

“Thank you,” he said with a smile. The nurse simply nodded and returned to her rounds.

"Hey, Buffy,” Xander said, squatting in front of her, a soft smile on his lips. “Giles,” he whispered the name carefully, “is going to be fine. There was quite a bit of blood loss, but he’s still Giles. No worries.”

“Are you sure he’s going to be okay?” she asked, relieved, but still ready to condemn herself should something else happen to him.

“I’m sure.” His voice betrayed him just the slightest bit, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“OK, so, we should figure out what Angelus was after, right?” she asked, her voice low as they walked toward the exit.

“Right now we need to get some rest. We can start the research tomorrow.” They slowly and silently left the building, unaware of the figure hiding in the shadows next to them.

[Lex]

Really pleased to see one entry!! Any others? Just under two weeks to go now guys! I'd love to see more entries

[Veverka]

Title: Pretty and Smart
Characters: Grey's Anatomy: Izzy and Bailey.
Setting: End of season two- I haven't seen season three yet so don't know how Izzy actually gets back to work.
Word Count: 947
Rating: G
A/N: Never wrote Grey's before

A light bulb was hanging from the ceiling shading a soft light on the room. The door creaks open and Izzy enters. She's wearing her every day clothes and has no make up on. She makes her way towards the body bag on a nearby metallic table. She gingerly reaches out to the zip...

… and unzips it. Empty. Nobody in the bag, not even a body. Not like when Denny was in one of the bags. He was there and not there. Like, in the room. He was there, smiling, delighted, and then he wasn’t there, not in the room, not in his body.

And now, staring into empty bags has become a guilty indulgence, one which is supposed to make it clearer, make her understand. Izzy doesn’t understand. She doesn’t understand how one moment he was there, the next he wasn’t, she doesn’t understand how one moment she’d had it all, and the next, nothing.

It isn’t like Izzy to be entirely selfish. She prefers to think of herself as motivated, focused, goal oriented. She prefers to think of the sacrifices she has made as exactly that, sacrifices, although sometimes she wonders if any of it is worth it.

Seems like the trailer park wasn’t so bad, seems like high school was a walk in the park, seems like being a mommy would have been a great alternative. She wonders if this is some kind of punishment, for being so single minded.

She was smart, all along. But those early teenage years which should have been so pivotal were only a blur. And the being fifteen and the first (not the last) girl in her class to get herself pregnant (she knew she didn’t get ‘herself’ pregnant) and the finally coming down from her beauty queen drug induced high and deciding: I’ll give up this baby and I’ll use my brain and I’ll be a doctor, damn, seems like a world away. Like “Cricket” never existed.

Leaving her mother had been hard- but had seemed so meaningful, like life was starting again, and nobody, but nobody knew her. And pre-med was a bitch, but the student loans were so easily paid off and for the first time in her life she had money. She even sent her mother a little, from time to time although she hesitated to send too much- no need for her mother to start wondering where it was coming from.

And all the while, the denial became a part of her and for all that she would tell Cristina and Meredith that she had been brought up in a trailer park, she believed it less and less, and believed more and more that she was a doctor.

Moving the zip back and forth, she wants to be Izzy, just Izzy and it had seemed like she could have had it all, been Izzy who was a trailer park girl, been Izzy who was a doctor and been Izzy who belonged to Denny, where it was safe to be smart and pretty, both at the same time. The noise is hypnotizing and she doesn’t hear the door open.

“What you doing girl, down in this here morgue again?” Bailey’s demanding tone, an intrusion if there ever was one, snaps her out of her stupor. “You think I’m stupid, don’t you Dr. Stevens- I knew you were down here, and I know you come down here every day. You know how I know? I seen you.” Bailey is triumphant- she sees all, knows all.

Her eyes are red as she looks at Bailey. “You can just call me Izzy. I’m not a doctor anymore. And I was just going.” She moves towards the door, tries to duck out, but Bailey will have none of it. She narrows her eyes at Izzy, blocks the entrance with her arm.

“And where you going now, Dr. Stevens? You going home, ‘til you come back here tomorrow, and I find you here in this empty room again? We gonna play cat and mouse ‘til you give it up and come back to being a doctor?”

“Home? I don’t even know where home is? It was supposed to be…” Izzy doesn’t finish the sentence. Home was supposed to be with Denny.

Bailey points her chin at Izzy, her eyes seem to narrow further, if that’s possible. “This your home, Dr. Stevens. Not this morgue, but that’s a part of it too. You been coming back, sneaking into the hospital every day now, because Seattle Grace is your home. You go to your house now, you get changed, you put on your doctor’s face with all your pretty girl make-up, and you come back here. Then, you gonna march your little ass up to the chief and find out when you gonna start here again.” Having said her piece, she turns to go.

Izzy sighs, relieved to be left alone again. She thinks Bailey is gone, when the heavy woman turns, and pokes her head back into the room. “You think about what I said Dr. Stevens. Otherwise, I’m gonna see you here again, tomorrow and the next day. Then the day after that, ‘til you see sense.”

Izzy looks heavenwards, looking for answers. All she sees is the light bulb, just hanging there, lighting the room. It’s a different light to the bright lights in the surgeries, she thinks. And just like the bright lights of cities call some people, she knows, inevitably, that the bright lights of surgery are indeed calling her. Dr. Izzy Stevens hates that she can continue, but she can. She knows, too, that she is pretty, and smart, all at the same time.

[Allan]

Title: Pale as a Ghost

Characters: Buffy and Dawn Summers, with brief appearances by various Scoobies. All characters featured in this story are the property of Joss Whedon, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Setting: Season 5 - In particular, The Gift

Word Count: 1,092

Rating: PG for supernatural themes

Beta: haffner280 - Thanks for the assist, much appreciated!

Author’s Notes: I figured I'd try something a little "different" (for me, at least) with this challenge. The story takes place at a very particular moment in Buffy and Dawn's history, and is based on The Gift.

"Buffy is running through the hospital. Her face is cut and she looks like she's been crying. Her leather jacket sways with every burst of an opening door. She stops as she sees the stretcher ahead. She breathes heavily looking at who is on it..."

Pale as a ghost, Buffy stares in horror and disbelief. The world seemingly slows down around the Slayer. Her stomach knots up, and her heart misses a few beats.

“Oh my God, Dawn,” Buffy finally manages to stammer, “What have I done?”

Buffy knows that she must run to her sister. She must be there for her; she must see that she’s going to be all right.

But Buffy knows the truth, and she can’t bear to face it.

Paramedics rush around in a flurry, completely unaware of Buffy’s presence. They wheel Dawn out of Buffy’s sight. Finally, Buffy summons the courage to see her sister.

Buffy takes a step forward, and then another. Gradually, she begins to move more quickly and runs down the corridor, around the corner.

She sees the paramedics standing over her sister. But she knows she’s too late. They lift a sheet and cover Dawn’s head.

Buffy closes her eyes. Merely weeks ago, she lost her mother. And, now, she’s lost her sister. Throughout history, the Slayers have been alone. Always alone. Until Buffy – a fact that she used to take for granted.

Anguished, Buffy closes her eyes.

“Buffy, it’s started,” says a familiar voice.

“Dawn?” Buffy asks, opening her eyes. No response. Buffy looks around for her sister. She’s not there. The Slayer wipes the tears from her eyes before closing them again.

Buffy hears thunder nearby. She looks around the night sky. Despite telling herself not to look down, Buffy looks down below the platform on which she and Dawn are standing. A bolt of lightning has just struck from a swirling portal. Lightning crackles around the portal as it gradually grows larger and larger.

Giles stares upward. He’s concerned for the well-being of not just Dawn, but Buffy.

Xander holds Anya as they both stare upwards. They’re scared. Anya opens her mouth to say something before closing it, for once unable to find the words.

Willow and Tara hold each other. A tear makes its way down Willow’s cheek, as she can no longer bear to stare toward the sky any longer. She turns to her lover who holds her tightly.

“Buffy, it hurts.”

“I got it. Come here. You’re gonna be okay.”

Buffy steps toward Dawn, who is staring at the portal, stunned.

“I’m sorry”, Dawn cries.

Tears stream down Buffy’s face. “I’m sorry,” she cries.

Dawn attempts to run past her sister, but Buffy grabs her. Buffy’s hands tremble. She knows what must be done. She knows that it will cost her sister her life.

“I have to jump,” Dawn tells her.

Buffy embraces her sister. “I have to,” Dawn says quietly.

Lightning crackles around the two. Dawn’s scared, but Buffy is petrified. She can’t lose her sister.

“You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood,” Dawn tells Buffy bravely.

Tears stream down Buffy’s cheek.

“I know,” she tells her sister, before hugging her one final time and kissing her on the cheek.

Dawn runs toward the end of the platform and dives off, plummeting toward the portal.

One of the paramedics looks at his watch. “Time of death, 1:13 AM,” he says coldly.

“No!” Buffy cries out. The anguish in her voice is evident. The volume of her voice should have elicited some kind of reaction.

But it didn’t. Not even from Giles, Xander, Willow, Tara, Spike, Anya, or Dawn, who sit together shattered, trying to console each other.

Giles, Xander, Willow, Tara, Spike, Anya, and… Dawn?

Buffy’s heart almost leaps through her chest with joy. Her sister is alive! Buffy doesn’t understand how, and she doesn’t care. Dawn is alive.

She runs to her sister and friends.

“Oh my God, Dawn!”

And she receives no response. They are all sitting together, trying to console each other.

A doctor approaches the group cautiously. “I’m sorry”, he says sympathetically. “She didn’t make it”.

The group breaks down, particularly Dawn. “No, you’re lying!” she screams at the doctor.

“I truly am sorry,” he responds.

Now Buffy is angry. She yells at the doctor. “What do you mean? She’s standing right here!” The doctor turns to leave, seemingly oblivious.

Buffy turns to her sister and reaches out to hold her hand.

“Dawn, it’s all going to be okay”.

Buffy’s hand slips through Dawn’s, as if she were incorporeal. Buffy tries again to no avail. Buffy’s scared. She’s confused.

She remembers it all so vividly…

“You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood,” Dawn tells Buffy bravely.

Tears stream down Buffy’s cheek.

Dawn struggles to listen as Buffy mumbles to herself. “The monks made her out of me”.

Slowly, Dawn comes to realise what Buffy is thinking.

“Buffy, no,” Dawn cries. She struggles to breathe; she can’t let her sister go through with this.

“Dawnie, I have to. I love you. I will always love you. But this is the work that I have to do.”

Buffy hugs her sister one final time and kisses her on the cheek goodbye. It is one goodbye that Dawn had never prepared herself for. She sobs uncontrollably in the knowledge that there is absolutely nothing she can do for her sister.

Buffy runs toward the end of the platform and dives off, falling toward the portal gracefully. Heroically.

Dawn sobs in disbelief. She’s blaming herself for all that has transpired over the night. “Oh my God, Buffy,” Dawn stammers, “What have I done?”

Tears roll down Buffy’s cheek. “Dawn,” she begins, “It’s not your fault. I did what had to be done. I saved your life. Never blame yourself for that.”

Buffy turns to leave her friends and Dawn. She follows the paramedics as they escort the body away. As Buffy attempts to remove the sheet from the body, her hand simply vanishes through it. She stares at the sheet draping itself over the body, and can just make out her own features underneath.

“And so it is,” she says to herself.

Buffy looks to the ceiling as light emanates through it. She hears a familiar voice – the voice of her mother calling her name. “Buffy,” she says.

“Mom…” Buffy responds.


Three days later, Buffy’s friends stand solemnly at a private funeral. Giles is giving a speech and is barely able to keep his tears away. He finally says his goodbye before looking at her headstone. He can’t help but smile, remembering the wonderful young girl he will never forget, as he reads it:

Buffy Anne Summers
1981-2001
Beloved Sister
Devoted Friend

She saved the world.
A lot.

[Lex]

OOOH three entries!! The challenge doesn't close until Sunday people and i'll come on and announce that it's closed. I'd love to see another entry Thanks xx

[Luke]

Title: Worlds crashing down
Characters: Buffy, Willow and Xander. All characters are the sole property of Joss Whedon. No copyright infringement is intended.
Setting: Post Season 7
Word Count: 1,087
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: The story is taken place years after Sunnydale, Dawn and Giles are dead sot heirs just Buffy, Xander and Willow.
Well thats all i can think to write now so hope you like the story.


Buffy is running through the hospital. Her face is cut and she looks like she's been crying. Her leather jacket sways with every burst of an opening door. She stops as she sees the stretcher ahead. She breathes heavily looking at who is on it...
Willow was laid on the stretcher with her blood covering her face and her amber red hair, her arms were purple from the bruising left behind from the accident.

“Buff” Xander called to her, he was sitting on the gray chairs, tears were forming in his eyes, his Willow, there Willow was in need of help and there was nothing they could do but watch and wait.
Buffy ran over to him embracing him in her arms and her in his. She couldn’t believe this was happening, after everything they have gone though, all the vampires they have killed all the demons they have slayed and all the people they has save and this is how they get re-paid.

“Xander, I…” She stuttered, she was shacking Xander had never seen her so worried. “We didn’t see it coming, there was nothing I could do, nothing we could do” She said as she whipped her tears away form her blood, and muddy face. She didn’t know how to act, she was the slayer it was her job to save people yet she couldn’t stop the truck, she couldn’t save the man driving and she was scared that she can’t save Willow.

“I she, will she… have the doctors said anything?” Buffy said trying to think of the words to come out. She looked into Xander’s dark eyes wanting the news to be good, hoping the news was good. Her heart was beating faster then normal, she had lost everyone in her life and all she had left was Willow and Xander if anything happened to her Buffy didn’t know how she would reacted. When she lost Dawn and Giles it nearly tipped her over the edge if it wasn’t for Xander and Willow she didn’t know were she would be right now.

“They don’t know anything yet, I only just got here after you phoned me I was in the area so it didn’t take me long” Xander said as Doctors and Nurses ran past. A beeping noise was going off in Willows room and everyone seemed to be in a panic like sate.

“Were losing her” Some said in the background of all the noise. “He hearts rates dropping” Xander herd them say. They both jumped to their feet. Worry plastered their faces even more then before.
Was she going, was she leaving them? They both though
Buffy and Xander ran to the room were Willows limp body laid on the white bed whilst doctors in blue overalls with white masks over their mouths rushed around.
They had cleaned Willow up a bit, but there were still traces of blood on her face and hair.

“What’s happening, what are you doing” Buffy demanded, she needed to know, it wasn’t the case that she wanted to know both the slayer and the best friend need to know what was happening to their red headed Wicca friend.
Buffy’s legs felt like they needed to give way, she felt sick. If only Buffy didn’t insist she was the one that went to the shop and left Willow in the car, she should have let the red head go, Buffy was stronger she would have a better chance of surviving.

“Please leave were doing the best we can” One of the nurses said sympathetically as she hushed them out of the room. The women had blood, Willows blood on her has been white gloves.
“Tell us what’s happening” Xander demanded as tears fell from his dark eyes. He couldn’t bear to lose Willow, she was his best friend, he loved her more then anything in the world they had been though thick and thin, scary and frightening.
“Her heart rates dropping, were doing the best we can, please let us do our job” The women said as she went back into the white room. All Buffy and Xander could do was wait, pray, hope.

“Xander..” Buffy said softly, full of worry, what would she do, she was helpless there was nothing she could do. She fell in the warm embrace of Xander crying. Xander tightly closed his eyes and rested his head on Buffy’s. He tried to keep the tears in but it was no use, tears fell.
Xander herd a zapping like noise coming from Willows room followed by ‘Clear’ and then more zapping like noises. After 26 years of t.v he had knew what that sound meant, and after six zaps the room fell silent. Nothing was to be herd accepted the flat line.

The slayers head shot up with Xander’s, their face‘s turn white, they knew that sound all to well. In theirs years of hunting vampires and demons the hospital became a second home and not one they like visiting.
“Will” Xander spoke silently. At that moment his whole world came crashing down, the walls he had built that kept them together fell down brick by brick. Imagers of them laughing and a having fun flashed in his mind, images of them crying, hurting and sadness followed.
“No” Buffy cried out as she ran to the white swinging doors that lead into Willows room, she pushed past the doors, making them smash into the walls. The image of the truck hitting the red mini Willow had been driving, the noise Willow made as the truck came head on. Her scream echoed in Buffy’ ears.

Buffy and Xander rushed into the room were the body laid, Willow was gone and all that was left was her body and the memory that will linger on until it fades in time.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as the doctor called out the time of death.
“Time of death 7.30pm” He said as he placed the crash card pads back on the tray.
The doctors left the room, everything seemed to moved slowly, both their worlds came to a halt.
Xander moved towards Willows body, tears racing down his face, as Buffy fell to the ground, crying, Buffy froze her back against the white wall not moving she didn’t want to believe it she couldn’t believe it. Xander took Willows hand in his, tears fell onto the white and red blood stained bed sheet.
“Willow” He said full of sadness, regret and misery. He felt his heart breck, his knees gave way as he feel to the cold floor, distort. They had just lost their best friend, their family. Everything they had was slipping away, and there was nothing they could do apart from watch and let it happen.

[Lex]

The challenge is now closed! Thank you so much to the entrants This week is a busy week for me but i shall be judging this weekend and i will post in here who the winner is!

Thanks again guys, and i hope to see people entering into the new challenges coming up!

[Lex]

Hey guys, i found judging this challenge reeeeally difficult. There may have only been four entries, but the quality of all four pieces were so high! I was so impressed when reading them.

After much deliberation i have the results...

Runner Up:

SPOILER: Click to show

Batmite79
Loved the twist in this tale! I almost wish this was how Season Five had ended!! It's such an interesting take on the event and of course that moment is so important to me as a person so i was especially moved by everyone's devastation and pain! Congratulations, awesome fic.

Winner:

SPOILER: Click to show

Verveka

I absolutely loved this story. I almost saw it as a deleted scene in the series. Izzy and Bailey were spot on and i loved the imagery of the lightbulb and the focus on Izzy's thought. The whole tie in with what i had provided for you was beautiful and very moving. Well done!

So there we go! If the Winner and Runner Up could PM me for what they'd like for their prize, (see top post) for what each of you can have

Thanks to everyone who entered and i hope you all continue to enter in the later challenges on Kax! Thanks again guys, i really enjoyed doing this