Ficcish Bandwagons, how I love thee!
There's a fic meme floating around on my flist started by donutsweeper and mad_jaks which I wasn't going to succumb to, but having read what other people are making of it, it looks like too much fun!
Give me a title and I shall write a snippet for it in several different fandoms of my choosing. Using song titles and snippets of lyrics is perfectly acceptable as ( Read more... )
Give me a title and I shall write a snippet for it in several different fandoms of my choosing. Using song titles and snippets of lyrics is perfectly acceptable as ( Read more... )
Firefly/Dresden Files
Simon contemplated the item that had been thrust unexpectedly into his hands with a hissed whisper on their last stop for supplies, but was still no closer to understanding its purpose. He was disturbed from his thoughts by the unmistakable sound of Jayne stomping toward the med bay.
“What the hell is that gorram thing?”
“It’s a skull.”
“I can see that! But why’ve *you* got it?” Simon noticed that Jayne didn’t seem to be particularly comfortable around it. Not surprising; neither was he. He traced the markings on its surface; they were deeply ingrained but didn’t appear to be in any known language, living or dead.
“To be honest, I have no idea. I didn’t realise what it was until I got back here. Someone gave it to me...”
“Strange sort of present if you ask me,” Jayne commented before he turned on his heel and left, without telling Simon what he’d originally wanted, not that Simon was particularly surprised about that; Jayne did it all the time. He replayed in his head what the old woman had said to him as she pressed the box containing the skull into his hands ‘tell your sister she is the only one who can be guardian now’ it made no sense to him and he wasn’t convinced it would to River either, but he’d learned not to make snap judgements about what might make sense to his sister from hard-earned experience.
Torchwood
I used to wish for many things, until I realised it made no difference. Now I hope, instead. Hope is less tangible, not as demanding and easier to live with than to really and truly *wish* for something with all of your being. It is also harder to destroy. So this is me, Ianto Jones, not wishing my life away, but always and forever continuing to hope.
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As for the Dresden Files/Firefly thing I had an attack of what if and I just *had* to do it!
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I like the Firefly/Dresden files cross. I really need to move those books higher up my TBR pile.
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I'm waiting for my mind to tell me how Bob and River get on (and whether this is bookverse Bob or tv verse Bob) and I might manage a couple of drabbles or something in follow up. Still don't think I can do Firefly justice so there won't be anything more than that.
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