Drabble Meme
Voila! Every single one is a drabble of 100 words, because I like the exercise of omitting unnecessary words.
Title: Cooperation
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Summary: Ethan thinks about Claire.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For toestastegood, who requested something from Ethan's pov during the flashbacks in "Maternity Leave." I always rather got the sense that Ethan was a bit too fond of Claire, hence this. :)
More and more, Ethan wished they didn’t have to keep Claire drugged. And if the feeling itself wasn’t enough, there was that, too -- the fact that she wasn’t Littleton to him anymore, she was Claire. Claire, beautiful and innocent (enough) and pregnant, whose only crime was getting stranded on an island that abhorred pregnancy. It wasn’t that he’d actually stop spiking her water, because obviously he understood the necessity. She would be appalled if she were aware of what was happening to her; she would not cooperate. And -- Juliet remarked darkly once -- cooperation was sort of the operative word here.
Title: Carnival
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Summary: Juliet, at the Othersville annual carnival.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For augrah, who wanted Ben/Juliet fluff at the Othersville carnival.
Juliet knows she’ll ask about all of it eventually. The carousel, the games, the ferris wheel. She’ll ask how it all got here, where it’s all being kept, why they all even bother with something so...so ordinary, so small-town America, as a carnival.
But right now she’s captivated by the lights in the humid, velvet darkness, by the laughter and the sounds and the smells. Most of all she’s captivated by Ben, who rides the ferris wheel and holds her hand and kisses her and lets her see the person that he usually keeps hidden.
Eventually, she’ll ask.
Title: La Mer
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Summary: Sayid is surprised when Shannon begins to sing to him.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For oregonblondie, who wanted Sayid/Shannon.
Sayid is surprised when Shannon begins to sing to him. It’s a personal thing, singing, like letting a deep part of yourself (a part that he himself keeps locked away, and believes Shannon does too) out into the world. He is reminded of all sorts of clichéd metaphors for the moment when her voice -- thin, girlish, pretty -- hesitantly starts floating through the night air, but he refuses to apply them; to Shannon, to himself, to the two of them, improbably together. So he decides, with firelight flickering on her face and reflecting in her eyes, simply, that she is beautiful.
Title: Simple
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danny Pickett and his anger.
Warnings: One four letter word.
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For leyosura, who wanted something about why Danny Pickett was so angry at Sawyer. This isn't exactly what you wanted, but when I started writing, this is what showed up, so hopefully it's close enough. :)
“I want you to lay off Ford,” Ben said, like it was as simple as reminding Danny that the shit wasn’t his personal punching bag. Like Ford wasn’t always mocking him, taunting him, twisting the knife, sneering at him with that cocky grin on his fucking face. Like Ford and his friends weren’t goddamned parasites on the island, tramping and trampling all over everything, treating it like their own personal Survivor beach resort. Like Ford and his friends weren’t butchers, shooting everything that moved, shooting, killing, slaughtering everything and everyone that Danny loved or cared about.
Like Cole wasn’t dead.
Title: Priorities
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danielle makes an observation.
Warnings: implied threesome. Also, basically a crack!fic. crack!drabble, I guess.
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For porlanoche, who requested Danielle/Mikhail/Sayid. I'm so bad at writing this kind of stuff. And it shows, lol.
Danielle was obviously not asleep. It was not unusual. The woman spent half the night prowling around the camp, rifle slung over her shoulder and eyes darting around in the darkness, always searching for the next threat. The other half was divided between sleeping and rousing him for silent, intense bouts of love-making. Sleep seemed the least of her priorities.
“Sayid,” she said into the dark.
“Yes, Danielle?”
“Tell me; the Russian. Is he dead?”
“Very much so.”
For a moment, she was thoughtfully silent. Then, she remarked, “Pity. I would have liked to ask him to join us.”
Title: Cooperation
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG
Summary: Ethan thinks about Claire.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For toestastegood, who requested something from Ethan's pov during the flashbacks in "Maternity Leave." I always rather got the sense that Ethan was a bit too fond of Claire, hence this. :)
More and more, Ethan wished they didn’t have to keep Claire drugged. And if the feeling itself wasn’t enough, there was that, too -- the fact that she wasn’t Littleton to him anymore, she was Claire. Claire, beautiful and innocent (enough) and pregnant, whose only crime was getting stranded on an island that abhorred pregnancy. It wasn’t that he’d actually stop spiking her water, because obviously he understood the necessity. She would be appalled if she were aware of what was happening to her; she would not cooperate. And -- Juliet remarked darkly once -- cooperation was sort of the operative word here.
Title: Carnival
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Summary: Juliet, at the Othersville annual carnival.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For augrah, who wanted Ben/Juliet fluff at the Othersville carnival.
Juliet knows she’ll ask about all of it eventually. The carousel, the games, the ferris wheel. She’ll ask how it all got here, where it’s all being kept, why they all even bother with something so...so ordinary, so small-town America, as a carnival.
But right now she’s captivated by the lights in the humid, velvet darkness, by the laughter and the sounds and the smells. Most of all she’s captivated by Ben, who rides the ferris wheel and holds her hand and kisses her and lets her see the person that he usually keeps hidden.
Eventually, she’ll ask.
Title: La Mer
Fandom: LOST
Rating: G
Summary: Sayid is surprised when Shannon begins to sing to him.
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For oregonblondie, who wanted Sayid/Shannon.
Sayid is surprised when Shannon begins to sing to him. It’s a personal thing, singing, like letting a deep part of yourself (a part that he himself keeps locked away, and believes Shannon does too) out into the world. He is reminded of all sorts of clichéd metaphors for the moment when her voice -- thin, girlish, pretty -- hesitantly starts floating through the night air, but he refuses to apply them; to Shannon, to himself, to the two of them, improbably together. So he decides, with firelight flickering on her face and reflecting in her eyes, simply, that she is beautiful.
Title: Simple
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danny Pickett and his anger.
Warnings: One four letter word.
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For leyosura, who wanted something about why Danny Pickett was so angry at Sawyer. This isn't exactly what you wanted, but when I started writing, this is what showed up, so hopefully it's close enough. :)
“I want you to lay off Ford,” Ben said, like it was as simple as reminding Danny that the shit wasn’t his personal punching bag. Like Ford wasn’t always mocking him, taunting him, twisting the knife, sneering at him with that cocky grin on his fucking face. Like Ford and his friends weren’t goddamned parasites on the island, tramping and trampling all over everything, treating it like their own personal Survivor beach resort. Like Ford and his friends weren’t butchers, shooting everything that moved, shooting, killing, slaughtering everything and everyone that Danny loved or cared about.
Like Cole wasn’t dead.
Title: Priorities
Fandom: LOST
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Danielle makes an observation.
Warnings: implied threesome. Also, basically a crack!fic. crack!drabble, I guess.
Disclaimer: "LOST" is the property of ABC.
A/N: For porlanoche, who requested Danielle/Mikhail/Sayid. I'm so bad at writing this kind of stuff. And it shows, lol.
Danielle was obviously not asleep. It was not unusual. The woman spent half the night prowling around the camp, rifle slung over her shoulder and eyes darting around in the darkness, always searching for the next threat. The other half was divided between sleeping and rousing him for silent, intense bouts of love-making. Sleep seemed the least of her priorities.
“Sayid,” she said into the dark.
“Yes, Danielle?”
“Tell me; the Russian. Is he dead?”
“Very much so.”
For a moment, she was thoughtfully silent. Then, she remarked, “Pity. I would have liked to ask him to join us.”