Ficlets :)
I finished a few of the drabble/ficlet requests from over Here. I'm working on the rest and will post them in a different batch.
blue_icy_rose wanted: How about some Xander/Tony with Xander meeting the team for the first time? :D
Title: Well That Was Embarrassing
Summary: Xander always thought meeting Tony's team for the first time would go a little differently.
Rating: FR15
Warning: Relationship between Tony and Xander but no explicit sex
Notes: Set during Gibbs' "retirement" to Mexico.
Disclaimer: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
Unexpectedly meeting someone for the first time in your underwear was embarrassing at best, but in reality mortifying. Add to that being covered in bite marks, especially a particularly vivid hickey right over the band of your boxers and a serious case of bed head and the embarrassment level goes up. Getting caught in the kitchen of your boyfriend’s apartment, with no sign of a sleepover guest on the couch, while making breakfast and singing badly only further added discomfort. But the worst part of that while situation came when two members of Tony’s NCIS team broke into the apartment, guns drawn, and hostile.
“NCIS, hands up!” a man called out at the entrance to the kitchen.
Xander jerked, coffee mug sliding out of nerveless fingers. It crashed to the floor as he raised his hands, afraid to turn around.
“Turn around very slowly,” the voice instructed and Xander turned slowly to the right, giving himself a better chance to see whoever had broken into Tony’s apartment.
A man and a woman, wearing NCIS jackets, had their guns trained on him as he took them in. He tried not to flinch but he’d never been a fan of guns, not since watching his best friend get shot in the chest.
“Where is Tony?” the woman questioned, her looks and accent had Xander placing her of Middle Eastern descent.
“Bedroom,” Xander managed to get out.
“McGee,” the woman said and the man backed out of the kitchen and headed down the hall.
“Tony!” Xander called out as a warning. He was defenseless in the kitchen. And then the name McGee registered. That was a guy on Tony’s team. Xander took a better look at the woman, forcing his vision past the gun barrel.
“Ziva?” Xander asked.
“Who are you?” the woman chose to ask instead, not answering his question.
“Xander Harris, Ziva. Mind not pointing your gun at my boyfriend?” Tony spoke as he appeared in the kitchen with a blushing McGee behind him.
“Boyfriend?” Ziva spoke and eyed him up as she flicked the safety back on her gun and slid it into its holster.
“Yes,” Tony repeated and eyed Xander. “Put your hands down, Xan, and the eggs are burning,” he pointed out.
Embarrassed further Xander sheepishly lowered his hands and pulled the frying pan off the burner and turned it off with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Mind telling me why you two broke into my apartment and held up Xander?”
“Got a case,” McGee started out. “Your apartment phone was disconnected. And your cell phone had been turned off for the whole weekend. Abby got worried, said we needed to come out here and check on you.”
“I’m on vacation, Probie,” Tony reminded him.
“Your neighbor said she heard some strange noises last night. Two male voices loud throughout the night. We believed you to be in danger,” Ziva explained.
Xander flushed red at her words, knowing that the neighbors had heard them having sex.
“Well I’m touched you were worried about me, Ziva,” Tony said, stretching out Ziva’s name into two long condescending syllables. “But as you can see I’m fine. And for another forty-five minutes I’m still on personal leave,” Tony calmly finished, but Xander could hear the underlying anger. He wondered if McGee and Ziva could too.
“So what’s so important about this case that it required breaking and entering into your Boss’ apartment?” Tony asked. Xander turned back around now that he was done flushing. He took a quick look at Tony and noticed he was already sliding back into his work persona.
~*~*~*~
satyrnfive wanted: A Rogue/Cameron fic. Friendship or otherwise although I think we all know what I would prefer even though it doesn't make a lick of sense. :)
Title: The Face of a Friend
Summary: The dogs weren't John's only way to detect the metal.
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in X-Men, they belong to Marvel, etc. The characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
The dogs were the first indicator that something was wrong. They didn’t bark which wasn’t abnormal, but they didn’t rush to her side. Allison spoiled them rotten with attention, but today they didn’t approach her. Dallas whined in the back of his throat, cocking his head to the side in frustration.
Rogue glanced up from the worn journal in her hands. She inhaled and caught a faint scent of Allison mixed with others. It made sense, camps forced everyone into tight quarters; there was no separation, not enough room to breathe your own air. Rogue knew all about it. She fought the urge to rub at the hideous black mark on her too pale skin.
With a frown, Rogue closed the frayed leather and tucked the journal into her bag. She rose to her feet, graceful despite the torture she’d been put through. Erik and Logan grumbled in her head, both sharing the same thought about Allison and her behavior. Torture could break a person, Erik knew that, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She was acting like Allison, but just a little off, even down to the way she moved.
“Hey Al,” Rogue called out as she stepped closer to the younger girl.
Allison turned to face her, her head tilting to the side as she studied Rogue.
“Hey,” she replied and offered Rogue a small smile. It wasn’t their normal exchange and it worried Rogue. Had the metal broken her beyond repair?
Rogue reached out, her bare fingers reaching for Allison’s covered arm, but Allison reached out instead, slipping her hand into Rogue’s. Rogue jerked, trying to pull her fingers back before her mutation kicked in, but it wasn’t fast enough. It should have started; the flow of Allison’s memories and most importantly her life force, to Rogue should have been painful and unavoidable. But it didn’t.
Rogue’s stomach turned at the realization. She was holding hands with metal, metal hiding behind the flesh of a friend.
~*~*~*~
kaylashay81 wanted: Xander. Dean. Shower.
Title: An (Un)Fortunate Accident
Summary: Dean breaks his wrist during a hunt...his right wrist.
Rating: FR21
Warning: Slash - Xander/Dean - naked shower time with two boys...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Kripke, the WB, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
“Keep those hands up,” Xander reminded Dean as he stepped into the small shower behind him. The shower spray was running down Dean’s back, splashing off to hit Xander as he moved in behind him. “Wouldn’t want to have to go back and get a new cast because you got this one wet.”
“This completely sucks,” Dean complained as he raised his head into the spray, blood and dirt running down his face and neck. “Why’d it have to break my right wrist?”
“Maybe because it has the gun you were shooting it with? Maybe you should learn to shoot left-handed. I’m not always gonna be around to take care of you when your laid up,” Xander said as he pressed against Dean’s back and wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist. He slid his palm down Dean’s flat stomach, fingers sliding through the wet pubic hairs before wrapping around Dean’s erection. Dean moaned and it echoed around the bathroom.
“Hands up,” Xander ordered again, mouth next to Dean’s ear.
“Like it better when you do it anyway. Maybe the cast has its advantages.” Dean chuckled and ground back against Xander’s hips before thrusting forward into his curled hand. Another moan escaped him. “Definitely better when you do it,” Dean managed to get out.
~*~*~*~
fromyourashes wanted: *stalks comments* I LIED. I WANT SAM MEETS JOHN CONNOR DURING LATE HIGH SCHOOL, EARLY STANFORD, AU CROSSOVER. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Title: In the Beginning
Summary: John Connor wasn't always the savior of mankind. In the beginning he was just a normal college student.
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural, they belong to Kripke, the WB, the CW, etc. The characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Notes: This story is based off the idea the original John Connor was a normal guy until the first Judgment Day. I’m messing with the original Judgment Day to push it back it 2003, and making both Sam and John the same age, born in 1983.
~*~*~*~
John was certain that his mother was never going to leave. There were other parents still helping, but his mom was done and was now just hanging around because she wanted to meet his new roommate and his family.
“Mom,” John tried to control his whine as he spoke his mother’s name, but he was unsuccessful.
“Johnny,” his mother whined back and reached out to ruffle his hair. He tried to duck away but she was faster. Her fingers slid through his hair, long enough that it was hanging down in his eyes, but he refused to cut it no matter how hard his mother protested to the long hair.
“Look, you’ll have plenty of other opportunities to meet Sam and his family.”
“I know you think I’ll embarrass you, but trust me John, this is going to be fine. I’m not the only parent still milling about.”
John let out a sign and looked away from his mother. “He said he’d be here shortly,” John said and let out a defeated sigh.
~*~*~*~*~
Sam Winchester was tall, taller than John’d been expecting. To be fair he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting, probably a small nerdy pimple-faced kid. But this tall, good-looking guy didn’t fit with his mental image of the ridiculously smart kid that was here on a full academic ride. Full rides were hard to come by, he knew from his own hard-earned one.
He was carrying a single cardboard box and wearing a backpack.
“Hey,” John greeted him when Sam paused in the doorway.
Sam’s eyes took in John and his mom before returning to John.
“Hey,” Sam answered. He headed over to the unmade bed and set his box down.
“Are your parents out back? I can help with your stuff,” John offered as he hopped down from the bed he’d chosen. His mother had raised him right, besides he knew she’d be volunteering him to help if he didn’t immediately offer.
“No, I uh…this is it,” Sam answered and cleared his throat as he ducked his head.
John immediately snuck a glance over at his mother and wasn’t surprised to see her already moving into her worried mother hen mode. Poor Sam Winchester wouldn’t know what hit him.
~*~*~*~
blue_icy_rose wanted: How about some Xander/Tony with Xander meeting the team for the first time? :D
Title: Well That Was Embarrassing
Summary: Xander always thought meeting Tony's team for the first time would go a little differently.
Rating: FR15
Warning: Relationship between Tony and Xander but no explicit sex
Notes: Set during Gibbs' "retirement" to Mexico.
Disclaimer: "A vague disclaimer is nobody's friend." - I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of NCIS belong to Bellesario, CBS, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
Unexpectedly meeting someone for the first time in your underwear was embarrassing at best, but in reality mortifying. Add to that being covered in bite marks, especially a particularly vivid hickey right over the band of your boxers and a serious case of bed head and the embarrassment level goes up. Getting caught in the kitchen of your boyfriend’s apartment, with no sign of a sleepover guest on the couch, while making breakfast and singing badly only further added discomfort. But the worst part of that while situation came when two members of Tony’s NCIS team broke into the apartment, guns drawn, and hostile.
“NCIS, hands up!” a man called out at the entrance to the kitchen.
Xander jerked, coffee mug sliding out of nerveless fingers. It crashed to the floor as he raised his hands, afraid to turn around.
“Turn around very slowly,” the voice instructed and Xander turned slowly to the right, giving himself a better chance to see whoever had broken into Tony’s apartment.
A man and a woman, wearing NCIS jackets, had their guns trained on him as he took them in. He tried not to flinch but he’d never been a fan of guns, not since watching his best friend get shot in the chest.
“Where is Tony?” the woman questioned, her looks and accent had Xander placing her of Middle Eastern descent.
“Bedroom,” Xander managed to get out.
“McGee,” the woman said and the man backed out of the kitchen and headed down the hall.
“Tony!” Xander called out as a warning. He was defenseless in the kitchen. And then the name McGee registered. That was a guy on Tony’s team. Xander took a better look at the woman, forcing his vision past the gun barrel.
“Ziva?” Xander asked.
“Who are you?” the woman chose to ask instead, not answering his question.
“Xander Harris, Ziva. Mind not pointing your gun at my boyfriend?” Tony spoke as he appeared in the kitchen with a blushing McGee behind him.
“Boyfriend?” Ziva spoke and eyed him up as she flicked the safety back on her gun and slid it into its holster.
“Yes,” Tony repeated and eyed Xander. “Put your hands down, Xan, and the eggs are burning,” he pointed out.
Embarrassed further Xander sheepishly lowered his hands and pulled the frying pan off the burner and turned it off with a quick flick of his wrist.
“Mind telling me why you two broke into my apartment and held up Xander?”
“Got a case,” McGee started out. “Your apartment phone was disconnected. And your cell phone had been turned off for the whole weekend. Abby got worried, said we needed to come out here and check on you.”
“I’m on vacation, Probie,” Tony reminded him.
“Your neighbor said she heard some strange noises last night. Two male voices loud throughout the night. We believed you to be in danger,” Ziva explained.
Xander flushed red at her words, knowing that the neighbors had heard them having sex.
“Well I’m touched you were worried about me, Ziva,” Tony said, stretching out Ziva’s name into two long condescending syllables. “But as you can see I’m fine. And for another forty-five minutes I’m still on personal leave,” Tony calmly finished, but Xander could hear the underlying anger. He wondered if McGee and Ziva could too.
“So what’s so important about this case that it required breaking and entering into your Boss’ apartment?” Tony asked. Xander turned back around now that he was done flushing. He took a quick look at Tony and noticed he was already sliding back into his work persona.
~*~*~*~
satyrnfive wanted: A Rogue/Cameron fic. Friendship or otherwise although I think we all know what I would prefer even though it doesn't make a lick of sense. :)
Title: The Face of a Friend
Summary: The dogs weren't John's only way to detect the metal.
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in X-Men, they belong to Marvel, etc. The characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
The dogs were the first indicator that something was wrong. They didn’t bark which wasn’t abnormal, but they didn’t rush to her side. Allison spoiled them rotten with attention, but today they didn’t approach her. Dallas whined in the back of his throat, cocking his head to the side in frustration.
Rogue glanced up from the worn journal in her hands. She inhaled and caught a faint scent of Allison mixed with others. It made sense, camps forced everyone into tight quarters; there was no separation, not enough room to breathe your own air. Rogue knew all about it. She fought the urge to rub at the hideous black mark on her too pale skin.
With a frown, Rogue closed the frayed leather and tucked the journal into her bag. She rose to her feet, graceful despite the torture she’d been put through. Erik and Logan grumbled in her head, both sharing the same thought about Allison and her behavior. Torture could break a person, Erik knew that, but that didn’t seem to be the case. She was acting like Allison, but just a little off, even down to the way she moved.
“Hey Al,” Rogue called out as she stepped closer to the younger girl.
Allison turned to face her, her head tilting to the side as she studied Rogue.
“Hey,” she replied and offered Rogue a small smile. It wasn’t their normal exchange and it worried Rogue. Had the metal broken her beyond repair?
Rogue reached out, her bare fingers reaching for Allison’s covered arm, but Allison reached out instead, slipping her hand into Rogue’s. Rogue jerked, trying to pull her fingers back before her mutation kicked in, but it wasn’t fast enough. It should have started; the flow of Allison’s memories and most importantly her life force, to Rogue should have been painful and unavoidable. But it didn’t.
Rogue’s stomach turned at the realization. She was holding hands with metal, metal hiding behind the flesh of a friend.
~*~*~*~
kaylashay81 wanted: Xander. Dean. Shower.
Title: An (Un)Fortunate Accident
Summary: Dean breaks his wrist during a hunt...his right wrist.
Rating: FR21
Warning: Slash - Xander/Dean - naked shower time with two boys...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, they belong to Fox, the WB/UPN, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. The characters of Supernatural belong to Kripke, the WB, the CW, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
~*~*~*~
“Keep those hands up,” Xander reminded Dean as he stepped into the small shower behind him. The shower spray was running down Dean’s back, splashing off to hit Xander as he moved in behind him. “Wouldn’t want to have to go back and get a new cast because you got this one wet.”
“This completely sucks,” Dean complained as he raised his head into the spray, blood and dirt running down his face and neck. “Why’d it have to break my right wrist?”
“Maybe because it has the gun you were shooting it with? Maybe you should learn to shoot left-handed. I’m not always gonna be around to take care of you when your laid up,” Xander said as he pressed against Dean’s back and wrapped an arm around Dean’s waist. He slid his palm down Dean’s flat stomach, fingers sliding through the wet pubic hairs before wrapping around Dean’s erection. Dean moaned and it echoed around the bathroom.
“Hands up,” Xander ordered again, mouth next to Dean’s ear.
“Like it better when you do it anyway. Maybe the cast has its advantages.” Dean chuckled and ground back against Xander’s hips before thrusting forward into his curled hand. Another moan escaped him. “Definitely better when you do it,” Dean managed to get out.
~*~*~*~
fromyourashes wanted: *stalks comments* I LIED. I WANT SAM MEETS JOHN CONNOR DURING LATE HIGH SCHOOL, EARLY STANFORD, AU CROSSOVER. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.
Title: In the Beginning
Summary: John Connor wasn't always the savior of mankind. In the beginning he was just a normal college student.
Rating: FR13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural, they belong to Kripke, the WB, the CW, etc. The characters of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles belong to Fox, etc. The ideas and concepts in this story are mine entirely. Please do not copy or take this story without my permission.
Notes: This story is based off the idea the original John Connor was a normal guy until the first Judgment Day. I’m messing with the original Judgment Day to push it back it 2003, and making both Sam and John the same age, born in 1983.
~*~*~*~
John was certain that his mother was never going to leave. There were other parents still helping, but his mom was done and was now just hanging around because she wanted to meet his new roommate and his family.
“Mom,” John tried to control his whine as he spoke his mother’s name, but he was unsuccessful.
“Johnny,” his mother whined back and reached out to ruffle his hair. He tried to duck away but she was faster. Her fingers slid through his hair, long enough that it was hanging down in his eyes, but he refused to cut it no matter how hard his mother protested to the long hair.
“Look, you’ll have plenty of other opportunities to meet Sam and his family.”
“I know you think I’ll embarrass you, but trust me John, this is going to be fine. I’m not the only parent still milling about.”
John let out a sign and looked away from his mother. “He said he’d be here shortly,” John said and let out a defeated sigh.
~*~*~*~*~
Sam Winchester was tall, taller than John’d been expecting. To be fair he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting, probably a small nerdy pimple-faced kid. But this tall, good-looking guy didn’t fit with his mental image of the ridiculously smart kid that was here on a full academic ride. Full rides were hard to come by, he knew from his own hard-earned one.
He was carrying a single cardboard box and wearing a backpack.
“Hey,” John greeted him when Sam paused in the doorway.
Sam’s eyes took in John and his mom before returning to John.
“Hey,” Sam answered. He headed over to the unmade bed and set his box down.
“Are your parents out back? I can help with your stuff,” John offered as he hopped down from the bed he’d chosen. His mother had raised him right, besides he knew she’d be volunteering him to help if he didn’t immediately offer.
“No, I uh…this is it,” Sam answered and cleared his throat as he ducked his head.
John immediately snuck a glance over at his mother and wasn’t surprised to see her already moving into her worried mother hen mode. Poor Sam Winchester wouldn’t know what hit him.
~*~*~*~