Graham'centric Drabbles
Title :: The Right Thing
Word Count :: 200
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made or will be made from the use of them.
Challenge :: 71 ‘a truth and a lie’ from
tthdrabbles
FFA :: Graham Miller/Adria
The Right Thing
He had respected women all his life, followed them in and outside of the military. His mother had been the first, taking the reins of the family after him and his brothers lost their father to the Gulf War.
He had followed Maggie Walsh with the blindness of someone who just wanted to do the right thing. He then followed Buffy Summers out of the Initiative compound with heavy feet and lifted spirits as he watched her clear a path through the destruction he’d helped to create.
He had followed Samantha Carter into battle against the Ori, followed her orders to best of his capabilities as the planet they had come to help evacuate was invaded. He lost his team following those orders but still attempting to do the right thing.
A slim figure knelt before him, brown eyes locking with his as Adria ran a gentle hand along the side of his face. Her lips quirked and she leaned closer to him, dark hair spilling forward over her shoulders to frame her delicate features as Adria’s eyes sparked.
“Tell me more of this, Slayer.”
And he did, because he respected her, believed in her. This was the right thing.
The End.
Title :: Moments To Build On
Word Count :: 200
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and I am making no profit from the use of them.
Challenge :: 71 ‘a truth and a lie’ from
tthdrabbles
FFA :: Graham Miller/Anita Blake
Moments To Build On
One moment he had been low to the ground with dense foliage surrounding Graham and moist soil beneath him as he focused the scope of his M-107 loaded with silver rounds on the leader of the pack of werewolves circling the set of young women tied to stakes in the ground.
The next moment his damp stomach was pressed against rock and he had a petite brunette glaring down at him. The goosebumps lifting the hair on his arms let Graham know the people surrounding him were more than just human and that the silver in his ammo might do him good here when the brunette-smaller then the Slayer-started off at the mouth.
He ignored the words, focused instead on the cold rage in her gaze as he pulled himself up and kept his hands firmly on the rifle. Blue eyes narrowed as a Browning suddenly filled her hand and she raised it, pointed square at his chest.
“Where the fuck did you come from?”
His lips quirked as he offered, in the calmest voice he could manage, “Not from around here, ma’am.” It was the truth and it wasn’t but for the moment ambiguity was Graham’s friend.
The End.
Word Count :: 200
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and no profit is being made or will be made from the use of them.
Challenge :: 71 ‘a truth and a lie’ from
tthdrabbles
FFA :: Graham Miller/Adria
The Right Thing
He had respected women all his life, followed them in and outside of the military. His mother had been the first, taking the reins of the family after him and his brothers lost their father to the Gulf War.
He had followed Maggie Walsh with the blindness of someone who just wanted to do the right thing. He then followed Buffy Summers out of the Initiative compound with heavy feet and lifted spirits as he watched her clear a path through the destruction he’d helped to create.
He had followed Samantha Carter into battle against the Ori, followed her orders to best of his capabilities as the planet they had come to help evacuate was invaded. He lost his team following those orders but still attempting to do the right thing.
A slim figure knelt before him, brown eyes locking with his as Adria ran a gentle hand along the side of his face. Her lips quirked and she leaned closer to him, dark hair spilling forward over her shoulders to frame her delicate features as Adria’s eyes sparked.
“Tell me more of this, Slayer.”
And he did, because he respected her, believed in her. This was the right thing.
The End.
Title :: Moments To Build On
Word Count :: 200
Disclaimer :: I do not own these characters and I am making no profit from the use of them.
Challenge :: 71 ‘a truth and a lie’ from
tthdrabbles
FFA :: Graham Miller/Anita Blake
Moments To Build On
One moment he had been low to the ground with dense foliage surrounding Graham and moist soil beneath him as he focused the scope of his M-107 loaded with silver rounds on the leader of the pack of werewolves circling the set of young women tied to stakes in the ground.
The next moment his damp stomach was pressed against rock and he had a petite brunette glaring down at him. The goosebumps lifting the hair on his arms let Graham know the people surrounding him were more than just human and that the silver in his ammo might do him good here when the brunette-smaller then the Slayer-started off at the mouth.
He ignored the words, focused instead on the cold rage in her gaze as he pulled himself up and kept his hands firmly on the rifle. Blue eyes narrowed as a Browning suddenly filled her hand and she raised it, pointed square at his chest.
“Where the fuck did you come from?”
His lips quirked as he offered, in the calmest voice he could manage, “Not from around here, ma’am.” It was the truth and it wasn’t but for the moment ambiguity was Graham’s friend.
The End.