FIC: Suzie Drabbles
So I spent all weekend playing snobby art critic in drabble land while having no idea how to write a drabble myself. misswinterhill gave us drabble meta here. Well, I think I fail at the twist, and I'm not so sure about the telling a complete story bit. Anyhow, here are three Suzie drabbles that I wrote as a result of the weekend and missing not one but TWO buses today. Public transportation can kiss my ass. Concrit welcome. What worked? What sat on its butt and cried like a baby?
"Advanced"
She had been very methodical thus far: there were tests to determine its make, its origin, its purpose. She had started small: buzzing flies, squeaking hamsters. A stray cat.
She licked her lips, hefted the knife in her hand. It was time for a more advanced being.
The monkey eyed her warily from his confinement, intelligence and fear shining through. Perhaps, before, she would have paused. But not now.
She sliced down, cutting a throbbing artery, the monkey’s shriek ending in a wet gurgle.
Hot blood dripped down one hand, cold steel encased the other. The monkey opened his eyes.
"Training"
“Put your hands up, Toshiko!” Suzie barked, voice echoing in the firing range. “Again!”
Five seconds later, Tosh was flat on her back. Again.
“You know what your problem is, Toshiko?”
Tosh glared. Obviously not.
“You’re fighting me like I’m a man. You’re ignoring my weaknesses; trying to knock me down at my center of balance.” Suzie held out her hand. “You need to fight me like you’re fighting yourself. Think you can do that?”
The first time Tosh pinned her, she grinned, wrapped her legs around Tosh’s waist, pulled her down and whispered, “Always keep your guard up, Toshiko.”
"Morale"
“Do you think we have good morale?” Jack licked a whorl through the yogurt on his spoon and frowned. It looked like 1970s Elton John.
“You want my opinion on your leadership skills, or the artistry of your tongue?” Suzie threw another smoked almond in the air and caught it with her own.
“Both.”
“We haven’t killed each other yet. You must be doing something right.”
Jack smirked and arched a brow. “And the other?”
She eyed Ianto across the Hub. “Maybe you should practice.”
Jack swaggered away, and she smiled grimly. It was almost too easy to play him.
"Advanced"
She had been very methodical thus far: there were tests to determine its make, its origin, its purpose. She had started small: buzzing flies, squeaking hamsters. A stray cat.
She licked her lips, hefted the knife in her hand. It was time for a more advanced being.
The monkey eyed her warily from his confinement, intelligence and fear shining through. Perhaps, before, she would have paused. But not now.
She sliced down, cutting a throbbing artery, the monkey’s shriek ending in a wet gurgle.
Hot blood dripped down one hand, cold steel encased the other. The monkey opened his eyes.
"Training"
“Put your hands up, Toshiko!” Suzie barked, voice echoing in the firing range. “Again!”
Five seconds later, Tosh was flat on her back. Again.
“You know what your problem is, Toshiko?”
Tosh glared. Obviously not.
“You’re fighting me like I’m a man. You’re ignoring my weaknesses; trying to knock me down at my center of balance.” Suzie held out her hand. “You need to fight me like you’re fighting yourself. Think you can do that?”
The first time Tosh pinned her, she grinned, wrapped her legs around Tosh’s waist, pulled her down and whispered, “Always keep your guard up, Toshiko.”
"Morale"
“Do you think we have good morale?” Jack licked a whorl through the yogurt on his spoon and frowned. It looked like 1970s Elton John.
“You want my opinion on your leadership skills, or the artistry of your tongue?” Suzie threw another smoked almond in the air and caught it with her own.
“Both.”
“We haven’t killed each other yet. You must be doing something right.”
Jack smirked and arched a brow. “And the other?”
She eyed Ianto across the Hub. “Maybe you should practice.”
Jack swaggered away, and she smiled grimly. It was almost too easy to play him.