Meme Response #1
For the one-sentence fic meme, from amilyn:
Brigatti & Gary. Prompt (use where possible): In the rain.
Some of these may read more like "one sentence FROM a fic," as I am constitutionally incapable of being succinct without a great deal of time and effort. ETA: Plus it turns out one sentence even as a premise is next to impossible for me. Entered into evidence:
1. Angst: Gary swore under his breath as he fought to keep the car on the rain-slicked highway; he swore at the paper, swore at Toni for telling him to stay out of her cases, swore at himself for listening to her, swore at the murder suspect who was about to ambush her, swore so fiercely about the whole damn mess that he didn't see the pickup run the red and hydroplane right into the front end of his Jeep.
2. AU: Toni stubbed out her cigarette, leaned back in her chair, and sized up the man who sat across from her: dark hair, puppy dog eyes, all-American jaw, a build that could make a grown woman drool if she were so inclined-which she might have been, if he hadn't looked so damned scared. Hoping she wasn't about to spook off the first client she'd had in weeks, she asked, "So, Mr. Hobson, why in the world does a guy like you need a private detective?"
3. Crack!fic: "Let me get this straight," Toni said with a deep sigh, the kind of sigh that only Hobson's antics could pull from her. "You want me to scramble a water rescue team out onto Lake Michigan to save a…" She couldn't say it.
"A mermaid," he finished with a look that said even he didn't quite believe it. "She'll get tangled up in a propeller if we don't help her out."
4. Crossover: "She doesn't look like she needs saving," Toni whispers, trying to get a bead on any one of the three men who just jumped the redhead, and though Gary's inclined to agree with her, given the way the woman lands punches and kicks and twists through the air to deliver a headbutt, the paper says she needs saving, so he dives into the melee, ignoring Toni's protest, and hauls one of the attackers off the woman's back.
When it's all over, the woman helps him to his feet; she politely ignores the blood trickling from his nose and his wince when she shakes his hand. "Thanks. I'm Natalie Rushman."
"That isn't her real name," Toni says as they watch her walk off across Grant Park, "and she didn't need saving."
5. First Time: She'd given him a lot of grief, in the time he'd known her, for keeping his secret, but when the walls finally came down, when they finally got the timing right, Gary realized he'd been piecing together clues all along just like she had, and he finally understood the appeal of detective work--as long as the mystery to be solved was Toni Brigatti.
6. Fluff: Toni had always dismissed romantic gestures like flowers and candy as so much starry-eyed sap, but she had to admit walking through a rain-sparkled city while her date held the umbrella at just the right height to protect her had a certain throwback charm, provided the rain-sparkled city was Chicago and the protective guy lurching along at her side like a hunchback in his efforts to keep her dry was Gary Hobson.
7. Humour: [This was the hardest one! Maybe because there's not much context to work from?]
Toni opens her door and looks down, reminding herself for the thousandth time that she needs to call someone about fixing the slope in the concrete that creates a giant puddle every time it rains; Hobson, who's landed on his ass in said puddle, hands her a box. "Your paper didn't warn you?" she asks.
"Hey," he says, "at least I saved the pizza."
8. Hurt/Comfort: Gary ignored the cops, the questions, and even the doctor's assurances that the bullet had done minimal damage and Toni was going to make a full recovery; she'd bandaged him up more than once and there was no way he'd let anyone else be at her bedside, holding her hand and telling her everything would be okay when she woke up.
9. Smut: First of all, *ahem* (check the last scene of that fic w/regard to the "in the rain" prompt ☺ ☺ ☺ ), but since there's never enough of this kind of thing:
Toni's pretty sure Paul will never speak to her again (and Winslow will never, ever shut up about it) if they find out what she's doing in the back seat of her department-issued Crown Vic, but the stakeout's over and they're blowing off steam over drinks at some dive cop bar, so they'll never know. By the time she's stripped off her own wet clothes, and then Hobson's, the windows are so steamed up she's pretty sure they wouldn't know even if they were sitting on the hood of the car, and by the time he's inside her and she's kissing every inch of his still-damp skin between ecstatic shudders she's forgotten them completely; the only thing intruding from the outside world is the constant plink of fat raindrops on the roof in counterpoint to his whispered repetition of her name.
10. UST: [Why does this come after smut??; post-"The Iceman Taketh"]
As she walks away from McGinty's, Toni keeps reaching into her pocket to toy with the fake wedding ring, not sure if it's the lingering heat from his hand or new warmth from her own that makes the damn thing feel like it's going to burn a hole in her jeans.
This entry was originally posted at http://akamarykate.dreamwidth.org/402303.html. You may comment either here or there.
Brigatti & Gary. Prompt (use where possible): In the rain.
Some of these may read more like "one sentence FROM a fic," as I am constitutionally incapable of being succinct without a great deal of time and effort. ETA: Plus it turns out one sentence even as a premise is next to impossible for me. Entered into evidence:
1. Angst: Gary swore under his breath as he fought to keep the car on the rain-slicked highway; he swore at the paper, swore at Toni for telling him to stay out of her cases, swore at himself for listening to her, swore at the murder suspect who was about to ambush her, swore so fiercely about the whole damn mess that he didn't see the pickup run the red and hydroplane right into the front end of his Jeep.
2. AU: Toni stubbed out her cigarette, leaned back in her chair, and sized up the man who sat across from her: dark hair, puppy dog eyes, all-American jaw, a build that could make a grown woman drool if she were so inclined-which she might have been, if he hadn't looked so damned scared. Hoping she wasn't about to spook off the first client she'd had in weeks, she asked, "So, Mr. Hobson, why in the world does a guy like you need a private detective?"
3. Crack!fic: "Let me get this straight," Toni said with a deep sigh, the kind of sigh that only Hobson's antics could pull from her. "You want me to scramble a water rescue team out onto Lake Michigan to save a…" She couldn't say it.
"A mermaid," he finished with a look that said even he didn't quite believe it. "She'll get tangled up in a propeller if we don't help her out."
4. Crossover: "She doesn't look like she needs saving," Toni whispers, trying to get a bead on any one of the three men who just jumped the redhead, and though Gary's inclined to agree with her, given the way the woman lands punches and kicks and twists through the air to deliver a headbutt, the paper says she needs saving, so he dives into the melee, ignoring Toni's protest, and hauls one of the attackers off the woman's back.
When it's all over, the woman helps him to his feet; she politely ignores the blood trickling from his nose and his wince when she shakes his hand. "Thanks. I'm Natalie Rushman."
"That isn't her real name," Toni says as they watch her walk off across Grant Park, "and she didn't need saving."
5. First Time: She'd given him a lot of grief, in the time he'd known her, for keeping his secret, but when the walls finally came down, when they finally got the timing right, Gary realized he'd been piecing together clues all along just like she had, and he finally understood the appeal of detective work--as long as the mystery to be solved was Toni Brigatti.
6. Fluff: Toni had always dismissed romantic gestures like flowers and candy as so much starry-eyed sap, but she had to admit walking through a rain-sparkled city while her date held the umbrella at just the right height to protect her had a certain throwback charm, provided the rain-sparkled city was Chicago and the protective guy lurching along at her side like a hunchback in his efforts to keep her dry was Gary Hobson.
7. Humour: [This was the hardest one! Maybe because there's not much context to work from?]
Toni opens her door and looks down, reminding herself for the thousandth time that she needs to call someone about fixing the slope in the concrete that creates a giant puddle every time it rains; Hobson, who's landed on his ass in said puddle, hands her a box. "Your paper didn't warn you?" she asks.
"Hey," he says, "at least I saved the pizza."
8. Hurt/Comfort: Gary ignored the cops, the questions, and even the doctor's assurances that the bullet had done minimal damage and Toni was going to make a full recovery; she'd bandaged him up more than once and there was no way he'd let anyone else be at her bedside, holding her hand and telling her everything would be okay when she woke up.
9. Smut: First of all, *ahem* (check the last scene of that fic w/regard to the "in the rain" prompt ☺ ☺ ☺ ), but since there's never enough of this kind of thing:
Toni's pretty sure Paul will never speak to her again (and Winslow will never, ever shut up about it) if they find out what she's doing in the back seat of her department-issued Crown Vic, but the stakeout's over and they're blowing off steam over drinks at some dive cop bar, so they'll never know. By the time she's stripped off her own wet clothes, and then Hobson's, the windows are so steamed up she's pretty sure they wouldn't know even if they were sitting on the hood of the car, and by the time he's inside her and she's kissing every inch of his still-damp skin between ecstatic shudders she's forgotten them completely; the only thing intruding from the outside world is the constant plink of fat raindrops on the roof in counterpoint to his whispered repetition of her name.
10. UST: [Why does this come after smut??; post-"The Iceman Taketh"]
As she walks away from McGinty's, Toni keeps reaching into her pocket to toy with the fake wedding ring, not sure if it's the lingering heat from his hand or new warmth from her own that makes the damn thing feel like it's going to burn a hole in her jeans.
This entry was originally posted at http://akamarykate.dreamwidth.org/402303.html. You may comment either here or there.