Fandoms 11 - 13
I have a lot of stuff to get through in 7 days - sadly academic writing committments kind of snowballed onto me.
Fandom: Teen Wolf/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
[Spoiler (click to open)]Whilst being thrown over his own Jeep because someone thought he might be a vampire was not usually the way Stiles went about making friends, he had to admit that now they were following a strictly no-throwing policy he quite liked Buffy Summers. He especially liked the not so black-and-white approach she took to hunting supernaturals that meant Scott and the rest of them were safe from being on the receiving end of Buffy’s stake.
Perhaps not Derek. Part of Stiles hoped he was just evil enough for Buffy to give him a decent kicking up and down the graveyard. But not evil enough for Buffy to kill.
“So where are the rest of your friends?”, Buffy broke the silence that had led to Stiles drifting into his thoughts in the first place.
“We split up, figured we’d cover more ground that way”
“They sent you on your own?”, and Stiles didn’t miss the disbelief in her voice, a reminder of his inability compared to his friends.
“I can take care of myself”, he sounded gruffer than he meant and Buffy nudged his arm with her elbow.
“Hey, That wasn’t a dig”.
Stiles just shrugged again and tried not to think about the upcoming fight that he was going to be as useful as a wet sponge in. He was grateful when Buffy broke the silence again as they finished her patrol of the graveyard,
“So what are you all doing here anyway?”
“We’re looking for something…a book”, Stiles shrugged his coat up higher against the cold, “I dunno what it’s meant to do but Derek thinks it’s important. We split up to try and find something out about it”.
“Now why didn’t you say that earlier”, Buffy smirked, “Looks like you’re in luck, because I know someone who knows all about books…”
Fandom: Elementary/Rizzoli and Isles
Rating: PG
Word Count: 379
[Spoiler (click to open)]“Why is he on my crime scene?”, Jane demanded as she slammed the door of her car shut behind her, making the small vehicle shake from the impact, “and how did he get to another crime scene before us?”
“Radio scanner I’m guessing”, the sound of Maura’s heels catching up to her only served to irritate Jane more.
“Hypothetical, Maura”, Jane practically tore the police tape as she ducked under it and stormed over to the two people beside the body, “You! What are you doing here?”
“Offering our expertise, we’ve been over this”, Sherlock Holmes brushed down the front of his jacket and cast a glance at his partner, Joan Watson. Jane took a moment to calm herself before she was arrested at her own crime scene for strangling a consultant. In that time Maura stepped in closer to the body and began her own examination, although Jane didn’t miss the appreciative glance she offered in Sherlock’s direction just before doing so.
“And I told you, we don’t use consultants”
“Well your Sergeant rather thought we might be of assistance”, Sherlock straightened his stance and met her gaze, the glare that was usually enough to make hardened criminals feel uncomfortable, “He was certainly keen for our services when I spoke to him earlier”.
“You…”, Jane grabbed at the air in frustration, “You called…”
“Your sergeant, yes”, and Jane didn’t even recognise the strangled noise of frustration that came from her as she tried to formulate something, anything to say in response to that.
“Glad to see we’re making friends yet again”, Watson’s voice cut through the awkward silence, she looked over at Jane, “I’m going to go talk to your Lieutenant”.
“What good will that do?”, Sherlock turned to his partner, brow furrowed.
“Because I won’t be here”, Watson replied with a smile, and she carefully stepped over the evidence markers as she passed Jane on her way to Lieutenant Korsak. Jane scowled as Sherlock crouched down beside Maura, no doubt to give her another one of his amazing insights, and decided that if he turned up at their next crime scene she was declaring it a pattern of suspicious behaviour and hand-cuffing him to a street light.
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed
Rating: 12-15
Word Count: 135
[Spoiler (click to open)]Respect your parents. Honour your mother, honour your father…
Connor decided there had to be some leeway in those belief, those values held so highly. If a mother, a father was unworthy of respect or honour, then why should they be granted it without question.
A father who had never been around, a father who had forced himself into the life of a woman under false pretenses, a father who had chosen to pursue a life of torture and treason and murder…was that a man to be honoured? To be respected?
Connor didn’t believe so. Still, to think of doing to one’s father what Connor was thinking of doing to his, what he had already done to many in his way, was another matter.
Which is why he didn’t think about it much anymore.
Fandom: Teen Wolf/Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 307
[Spoiler (click to open)]Whilst being thrown over his own Jeep because someone thought he might be a vampire was not usually the way Stiles went about making friends, he had to admit that now they were following a strictly no-throwing policy he quite liked Buffy Summers. He especially liked the not so black-and-white approach she took to hunting supernaturals that meant Scott and the rest of them were safe from being on the receiving end of Buffy’s stake.
Perhaps not Derek. Part of Stiles hoped he was just evil enough for Buffy to give him a decent kicking up and down the graveyard. But not evil enough for Buffy to kill.
“So where are the rest of your friends?”, Buffy broke the silence that had led to Stiles drifting into his thoughts in the first place.
“We split up, figured we’d cover more ground that way”
“They sent you on your own?”, and Stiles didn’t miss the disbelief in her voice, a reminder of his inability compared to his friends.
“I can take care of myself”, he sounded gruffer than he meant and Buffy nudged his arm with her elbow.
“Hey, That wasn’t a dig”.
Stiles just shrugged again and tried not to think about the upcoming fight that he was going to be as useful as a wet sponge in. He was grateful when Buffy broke the silence again as they finished her patrol of the graveyard,
“So what are you all doing here anyway?”
“We’re looking for something…a book”, Stiles shrugged his coat up higher against the cold, “I dunno what it’s meant to do but Derek thinks it’s important. We split up to try and find something out about it”.
“Now why didn’t you say that earlier”, Buffy smirked, “Looks like you’re in luck, because I know someone who knows all about books…”
Fandom: Elementary/Rizzoli and Isles
Rating: PG
Word Count: 379
[Spoiler (click to open)]“Why is he on my crime scene?”, Jane demanded as she slammed the door of her car shut behind her, making the small vehicle shake from the impact, “and how did he get to another crime scene before us?”
“Radio scanner I’m guessing”, the sound of Maura’s heels catching up to her only served to irritate Jane more.
“Hypothetical, Maura”, Jane practically tore the police tape as she ducked under it and stormed over to the two people beside the body, “You! What are you doing here?”
“Offering our expertise, we’ve been over this”, Sherlock Holmes brushed down the front of his jacket and cast a glance at his partner, Joan Watson. Jane took a moment to calm herself before she was arrested at her own crime scene for strangling a consultant. In that time Maura stepped in closer to the body and began her own examination, although Jane didn’t miss the appreciative glance she offered in Sherlock’s direction just before doing so.
“And I told you, we don’t use consultants”
“Well your Sergeant rather thought we might be of assistance”, Sherlock straightened his stance and met her gaze, the glare that was usually enough to make hardened criminals feel uncomfortable, “He was certainly keen for our services when I spoke to him earlier”.
“You…”, Jane grabbed at the air in frustration, “You called…”
“Your sergeant, yes”, and Jane didn’t even recognise the strangled noise of frustration that came from her as she tried to formulate something, anything to say in response to that.
“Glad to see we’re making friends yet again”, Watson’s voice cut through the awkward silence, she looked over at Jane, “I’m going to go talk to your Lieutenant”.
“What good will that do?”, Sherlock turned to his partner, brow furrowed.
“Because I won’t be here”, Watson replied with a smile, and she carefully stepped over the evidence markers as she passed Jane on her way to Lieutenant Korsak. Jane scowled as Sherlock crouched down beside Maura, no doubt to give her another one of his amazing insights, and decided that if he turned up at their next crime scene she was declaring it a pattern of suspicious behaviour and hand-cuffing him to a street light.
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed
Rating: 12-15
Word Count: 135
[Spoiler (click to open)]Respect your parents. Honour your mother, honour your father…
Connor decided there had to be some leeway in those belief, those values held so highly. If a mother, a father was unworthy of respect or honour, then why should they be granted it without question.
A father who had never been around, a father who had forced himself into the life of a woman under false pretenses, a father who had chosen to pursue a life of torture and treason and murder…was that a man to be honoured? To be respected?
Connor didn’t believe so. Still, to think of doing to one’s father what Connor was thinking of doing to his, what he had already done to many in his way, was another matter.
Which is why he didn’t think about it much anymore.