Comment Fic-- 2/20
Title: "If you can't leave it be, might as well make it bleed"
Rating: PG-13
Ship: Jack/David
Warnings: None
Word Count: 139
Notes: This was written for the prompt If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed (Dashboard Confessional) at comment_fic
Summary:
There was nothing in his heart but jealousy as he watched her new husband smooth a hand over the swell of her belly.
“She moved on,” Jack whispered into his ear. “Not even a month passed before wedding bells rang in Shiloh.”
His lips hesitated as they brushed the shell of David’s ear. The skin was still soft, still pale, where the rest of his body seemed hardened and tanned from his wanderings. He wanted to explore, but he settled for his body pressed against David’s to whisper lies into his ear.
“She never loved you.”
There had been nights Michelle had appeared on Jack’s doorstep, sobbing. She curled up in his bed and asked him if he had heard anything of David. They slept next to one another, just as they had as children.
“You were a fool.”
Title: Right
Rating: PG
Ship: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: 210
Notes: This was written for the prompt Would you kill to prove your right? at comment_fic
Summary: It is an important question for a prince to ask himself.
“Would you kill to prove your right?”
Silas towered over him, holding the saber to his throat. It was capped and dulled as all the fencing sabers were, but the violence with which Silas had torn the helmet from his head and forced him to the floor, putting the cold metal to his throat.
War wounds slowed his movements, but he was still more than a match for Jack.
Jack, who was so easily flustered that after two matches that ended in defeat, could not land another point on his father.
“Tell me,” Silas demanded. Below the anger and authority in his voice rode a hint of disappointment.
Jack swallowed, feeling his Adam ’s apple brush against the cold saber. In such a prone position, he could not find the words to lie.
“I don’t know.”
Silas drew the saber away from Jack’s throat and turned his back on his son.
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“Would you kill to prove your right?”
David’s hands stilled on the keyboard, and blue eyes wandered upward to meet Jack’s.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s time to start knowing,” Jack said as he settled down on the piano bench beside David. “You may have to prove your right in blood before the crown may rest upon your brow.”
Title: Spring and Summer
Rating: PG
Ship: None
Warnings: Mild profanity
Word Count: 335
Notes: This was written for the prompt "Nine & Donna, spring" at comment_fic
Summary: Donna meets a man at a bus stop.
She was loathe to take off her shoes and walk barefoot in the mud, so Donna hobbled to the bus shelter to wait for the bus to come. These shoes had set her back quite a bit. She'd dressed up nice for her first day at the new office. Look good, be popular, find a man. The logic in it was quite sound.
Of course, she had not counted on the office being full of middle aged married men who wouldn't have paid her any more attention if she had climbed up on her desk and started to strip.
The only other person under the shelter was a man with ears that stuck out from his head further than they had a right to. He had taken a seat in the middle of the bench.
"It's wet," the man warned her when her ass was half way to the bench. He didn't look up from the newspaper that he seemed to be doing the sudoku in.
Donna walked to the otherside to sit there.
"That's wet too," the man told her again.
Donna grumbled and took to leaning against one of the side walls of the shelter.
"Spring, ey? It's always raining on the days when you don't need it."
The man glanced up from his puzzle to look her up and down.
"Spring," he agreed. "But isn't there some saying about flowers?"
"April showers bring May flowers," Donna chanted in a sing song tone, tilting her head back and forth in time. She turned her eyes to the street and pulled her jacket closed tighter. "Maybe somewhere else, but not here. Spring is nothing but rain and mud. I hate it."
"Spring in London is lovely."
Donna and the man turned to look at each other just in time to catch each other's eyes.
"When the summer comes, you feel as if you've truely earned it."
They held each other's gaze for a moment more before the bus rumbled up to the stop.
Rating: PG-13
Ship: Jack/David
Warnings: None
Word Count: 139
Notes: This was written for the prompt If You Can't Leave It Be, Might As Well Make It Bleed (Dashboard Confessional) at comment_fic
Summary:
There was nothing in his heart but jealousy as he watched her new husband smooth a hand over the swell of her belly.
“She moved on,” Jack whispered into his ear. “Not even a month passed before wedding bells rang in Shiloh.”
His lips hesitated as they brushed the shell of David’s ear. The skin was still soft, still pale, where the rest of his body seemed hardened and tanned from his wanderings. He wanted to explore, but he settled for his body pressed against David’s to whisper lies into his ear.
“She never loved you.”
There had been nights Michelle had appeared on Jack’s doorstep, sobbing. She curled up in his bed and asked him if he had heard anything of David. They slept next to one another, just as they had as children.
“You were a fool.”
Title: Right
Rating: PG
Ship: None
Warnings: None
Word Count: 210
Notes: This was written for the prompt Would you kill to prove your right? at comment_fic
Summary: It is an important question for a prince to ask himself.
“Would you kill to prove your right?”
Silas towered over him, holding the saber to his throat. It was capped and dulled as all the fencing sabers were, but the violence with which Silas had torn the helmet from his head and forced him to the floor, putting the cold metal to his throat.
War wounds slowed his movements, but he was still more than a match for Jack.
Jack, who was so easily flustered that after two matches that ended in defeat, could not land another point on his father.
“Tell me,” Silas demanded. Below the anger and authority in his voice rode a hint of disappointment.
Jack swallowed, feeling his Adam ’s apple brush against the cold saber. In such a prone position, he could not find the words to lie.
“I don’t know.”
Silas drew the saber away from Jack’s throat and turned his back on his son.
------
“Would you kill to prove your right?”
David’s hands stilled on the keyboard, and blue eyes wandered upward to meet Jack’s.
“I don’t know.”
“It’s time to start knowing,” Jack said as he settled down on the piano bench beside David. “You may have to prove your right in blood before the crown may rest upon your brow.”
Title: Spring and Summer
Rating: PG
Ship: None
Warnings: Mild profanity
Word Count: 335
Notes: This was written for the prompt "Nine & Donna, spring" at comment_fic
Summary: Donna meets a man at a bus stop.
She was loathe to take off her shoes and walk barefoot in the mud, so Donna hobbled to the bus shelter to wait for the bus to come. These shoes had set her back quite a bit. She'd dressed up nice for her first day at the new office. Look good, be popular, find a man. The logic in it was quite sound.
Of course, she had not counted on the office being full of middle aged married men who wouldn't have paid her any more attention if she had climbed up on her desk and started to strip.
The only other person under the shelter was a man with ears that stuck out from his head further than they had a right to. He had taken a seat in the middle of the bench.
"It's wet," the man warned her when her ass was half way to the bench. He didn't look up from the newspaper that he seemed to be doing the sudoku in.
Donna walked to the otherside to sit there.
"That's wet too," the man told her again.
Donna grumbled and took to leaning against one of the side walls of the shelter.
"Spring, ey? It's always raining on the days when you don't need it."
The man glanced up from his puzzle to look her up and down.
"Spring," he agreed. "But isn't there some saying about flowers?"
"April showers bring May flowers," Donna chanted in a sing song tone, tilting her head back and forth in time. She turned her eyes to the street and pulled her jacket closed tighter. "Maybe somewhere else, but not here. Spring is nothing but rain and mud. I hate it."
"Spring in London is lovely."
Donna and the man turned to look at each other just in time to catch each other's eyes.
"When the summer comes, you feel as if you've truely earned it."
They held each other's gaze for a moment more before the bus rumbled up to the stop.