here you go.
1. Here's what I wrote for the Olympic Hiatus Fic Battle over @ krilymcc 's journal.
Gossip Girl - Chuck/Blair, prompt: Lost. Probably very OOC. Originally here.
"What is so interesting that you couldn't spare an hour?”
The question slipped from Chuck’s lips smoothly as he dropped his case onto the table by the door, in a tone that obviously called for Blair’s attention, or at least acknowledgement. Instead, Blair did not lift her eyes from the television screen. Chuck surveyed Blair amusedly from just behind the TV; casually relaxed posture, legs crossed and hands hugging a pillow to her chest, he had never seen her so riveted. It was the eyes that did it, he finally surmised.
He came and sat down beside her, curious. He wasn't sure what he expected, but seeing Blair so engrossed in Lost was not it.
“You know I don’t watch this show,” remarked Chuck when the ads started, a little distracted, extracting her hand from the pillow and linking her fingers with his.
She almost wrenched her hand from his as she turned towards him, jaw hanging open. Chuck was about to say some snark remark about it, but then she recovered, stating simply, “You need to watch it.”
“Isn’t this already season five?”
Blair leaned forward and rummaged around in a drawer in the coffee table until she finally arose with a DVD clutched in hand. “This is season one. Go to the other room and start watching it. I’ll join you after this.”
"You want me to watch all of it?"
"Trust me, I'm doing you a favour."
Chuck stood up. “Tell me, why am I doing this?” he wondered, taking the DVD case from her.
She exaggeratedly pretended to think for a second. “Because you love me,” she said softly.
Smiling, he said, “I love you too.”
Battlestar Galactica - Kara/Lee(/Sam), prompts: And she’s chosen where to be / Wake up lying in a patch of 4 leaf clovers. Originally here.
She's chosen where she wants to be. And it isn't him. Or maybe it is, but then, Kara Thrace was never one to stick with anything.
(Except maybe this time she will.)
Lee wakes up in a patch of four leaf clovers, the sun beginning to burn his exposed skin, and the girl beside him gone. He rolls over on the sand, and finds there's not even a residual heat from her body. She must've been gone for quite a while.
He doesn't remember what goes through his head at that point, only that he wasn't really surprised. He does remember, though, that he tries to kid himself that she doesn't just run away from it all. That she's just going to get some food, a drink, a blanket for them.
But he lies there with his head in the grass, and he knows she's gone. Even as he absent-mindedly plucks a four leaf clover from next to his head, twirling it around his fingers contemplatively. He should have known, really. Alcohol would do that to a person; make one make or break promises they'd regret. Funny, how Lee doesn't regret it. Not really.
Lee gets up finally, swaying on his feet. It isn't just a hangover biting at him, but he ignores all of it. Gets dressed. Forces his feet down the dirt of the hastily-dubbed 'New Caprica'. His feet feel heavy, and when he sees his father, his heart sinks.
Instead, he says anyway, "Good morning, Admiral."
2. Lost tomorrow! I've managed to stay spoiler-free, even when those posts say something like 'click under the cut if you want to know who the blonde boy is!'.
Gossip Girl - Chuck/Blair, prompt: Lost. Probably very OOC. Originally here.
"What is so interesting that you couldn't spare an hour?”
The question slipped from Chuck’s lips smoothly as he dropped his case onto the table by the door, in a tone that obviously called for Blair’s attention, or at least acknowledgement. Instead, Blair did not lift her eyes from the television screen. Chuck surveyed Blair amusedly from just behind the TV; casually relaxed posture, legs crossed and hands hugging a pillow to her chest, he had never seen her so riveted. It was the eyes that did it, he finally surmised.
He came and sat down beside her, curious. He wasn't sure what he expected, but seeing Blair so engrossed in Lost was not it.
“You know I don’t watch this show,” remarked Chuck when the ads started, a little distracted, extracting her hand from the pillow and linking her fingers with his.
She almost wrenched her hand from his as she turned towards him, jaw hanging open. Chuck was about to say some snark remark about it, but then she recovered, stating simply, “You need to watch it.”
“Isn’t this already season five?”
Blair leaned forward and rummaged around in a drawer in the coffee table until she finally arose with a DVD clutched in hand. “This is season one. Go to the other room and start watching it. I’ll join you after this.”
"You want me to watch all of it?"
"Trust me, I'm doing you a favour."
Chuck stood up. “Tell me, why am I doing this?” he wondered, taking the DVD case from her.
She exaggeratedly pretended to think for a second. “Because you love me,” she said softly.
Smiling, he said, “I love you too.”
Battlestar Galactica - Kara/Lee(/Sam), prompts: And she’s chosen where to be / Wake up lying in a patch of 4 leaf clovers. Originally here.
She's chosen where she wants to be. And it isn't him. Or maybe it is, but then, Kara Thrace was never one to stick with anything.
(Except maybe this time she will.)
Lee wakes up in a patch of four leaf clovers, the sun beginning to burn his exposed skin, and the girl beside him gone. He rolls over on the sand, and finds there's not even a residual heat from her body. She must've been gone for quite a while.
He doesn't remember what goes through his head at that point, only that he wasn't really surprised. He does remember, though, that he tries to kid himself that she doesn't just run away from it all. That she's just going to get some food, a drink, a blanket for them.
But he lies there with his head in the grass, and he knows she's gone. Even as he absent-mindedly plucks a four leaf clover from next to his head, twirling it around his fingers contemplatively. He should have known, really. Alcohol would do that to a person; make one make or break promises they'd regret. Funny, how Lee doesn't regret it. Not really.
Lee gets up finally, swaying on his feet. It isn't just a hangover biting at him, but he ignores all of it. Gets dressed. Forces his feet down the dirt of the hastily-dubbed 'New Caprica'. His feet feel heavy, and when he sees his father, his heart sinks.
Instead, he says anyway, "Good morning, Admiral."
2. Lost tomorrow! I've managed to stay spoiler-free, even when those posts say something like 'click under the cut if you want to know who the blonde boy is!'.