Drabble-y things: Sherlock, Star Trek XI, Glee
You guys are wonderful and sussed out each of my pairings in the pairing meme! For those that guessed pairings and gave me prompts, I have been studiously working on writing drabbles. Damn, I missed writing. Clearly I need to ignore the towering mound of schoolwork in favor of screwing around more often, right? Right.
Without further ado, I give you:
For shagungu
Prompt: Sherlock/John, and the skull
The Voyeur
“Your attention has strayed.”
“What? No it hasn't, come back here.”
“I am not interested if you are not going to focus on the task at hand.”
“The task at- And, also, this from the man with who texts in his sleep and solves cold cases in his mind during a shag.”
“It stimulates the brain. Opens pathways. Some of us work better that way. You do not.”
“Get back here, I'm not done with you yet.”
“No.”
“Sherlock.”
“No longer aroused.”
“Then I'll get you aroused again. C'mere-”
“No, not until you tell me- Oh. Oh!”
“...What?”
“Really, John?”
“Really what?”
“The skull? Don't growl at me, it's true.”
“I just- I don't- Stuff it!”
“Tell me. It's true, isn't it? You cannot perform in front of the skull!”
“Smugness doesn't suit you.”
“Of course it does. Come back here.”
“No, I am not in the mood. Sherlock! Keep your grabby hands-”
“Really, John. I'll turn the skull around if necessary. There, happy?”
“Rarely.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up and- Mmph! You would get off on being the cleverest bloke in the room.”
“Be reasonable, John. If that were the case I'd never get anything done.”
***
For lauriegilbert
Prompt: Kirk/McCoy, telephone (See link for a description of the children's game "telephone" if you are unfamiliar with it)
Less Funny In Space
Leonard glanced up from his PADD when Jim walked into his office without signaling and collapsed in the spare chair. Leonard finished chewing the mystery protein that was currently masquerading as chicken aboard ship before greeting him. “Afternoon, Jim.”
“Okay, we've got to get the internal comm systems back up and running, Bones, this is ridiculous.” Jim slouched in the chair and rubbed both hands over his face with groan.
“I'm having a fine day, Jim, thanks for asking.”
Jim dropped his hands and glared. “Smart ass.”
“Does this make you the pot or the kettle?”
“Is the Enterprise's latest hiccup wearing on your already, Jim? Do tell.”
“How about I give you an example.” Jim sighed and eyed Leonard's plate. “What was the message you asked Nurse Chapel to get to me?”
“I asked her to tell you that when you have time, I want to see you in my office. Which apparently worked since you're here now. What's the problem?”
“Because apparently Chapel got caught up treating one of the engineers in the mess who ate a misplaced peanut and had to ask Chekov to pass the message along.”
“Okay...” Leonard still didn't see cause for Jim's frustration.
“Well, Chekov was just stopping by the mess long enough to grab a sandwich since he's still neck deep in various ships consoles with Scotty, so he asked Scotty to pass the message along the next time he gave an update on the repair progress. But then something apparently caught fire and Scotty couldn't leave, so he told Ensign Torday to tell Sulu to give me the message, since Sulu was heading up to the bridge for his shift anyways.”
Leonard's eyebrows were raised and the corner of his mouth twitched as he fought off a smile.
“I'm not done yet.” Jim grabbed a carrot stick from Leonard's plate and crunched on it as he continued recounting the paths Leonard's message had taken. “Sulu was waylaid by Lieutenant Giotto so he asked Spock to pass along your request.”
“And?” Leonard had to admit that he was curious at this point.
“Spock informed me, in front of the entire bridge, that you apparently wanted to 'maim my codpiece' and then proceeded to question me at length as to the meaning of such an odd request, as well as inform me that unnecessary chatter was not encouraged in our current yellow alert state and would only serve to distract necessary crew members from their duties.
Leonard didn't even bother to hide his snicker.
“Yeah, laugh it up. Uhura did too. She did, however, manage to help me parse the message once she'd finished though. She somehow managed to take 'Dr. McCoy wants to maim your codpiece,' trace it back through the various messengers, examine the likely accent and dialect barriers as well as likely misinterpretations, and came up with 'Dr. McCoy would like to see you in his office.'”
“Thank goodness for Nyota then.” Leonard smiled again when Jim scowled at his use of the lovely Lieutenant's given name. “So this has been happening all day?”
“Yup.” Jim sighed. “So what did you need to see me about?”
Leonard shook his head. “After all that, I don't even recall.”
Jim just glared at him and stole the rest of his lunch in retaliation.
***
For amor_remanet
Prompt: Kurt and Santana, either a tag to the latest episode [3x06] (for the angst or hurt/comfort), or something sweet and friendship-flavored
I'm Glad We Had This Talk
Santana didn't bother to glance over when she heard the gym door open with a squeal behind her, she just continued running the newest Cheerios routine through to the finish before grabbing her water bottle and turning to face Kurt Hummel.
“Still living up to Coach Sylvester's unhinged standards, I see.”
“I don't know why I'm bothering. It's not like I'm going to last for much longer on the Cheerios anyways.”
“Because you're a masochist. Don't deny it, you know it's true.”
Santana scowled at him and brandished the water threateningly.
“Don't even think about it, you know better than to mess with the hair.”
Santana flicked the cap at him but the few droplets that sprayed out fell purposefully short.
“Coach Sylvester isn't going to kick you off the team because of the ad. She feels responsible for the situation, she won't just abandon you now.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “All-out war has been declared and you know Coach won't give in until the entire town is in flames.”
Santana snorted. “Yeah? And what about the other parents? The other teams? What happens when they bitch and moan about appearances and examples?” Her voice was bitter and torn but her eyes remained cold. “My parents?”
“Have you-”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
Nearly a minute passed without either saying a word, until, in the softest voice he'd ever heard from her, Santana said, “It sucks.”
Kurt breathed out slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
“Everything sucks.”
“Not everything, I don't think.” Kurt shrugged and nodded his head over at the bleachers on the far side of the gym. “For either of us.”
Two people sat close together on the bench seats, talking animatedly, though not loudly enough to be heard clearly at this distance.
Blaine, with the expression of perpetual bewilderment that graced his face whenever he spent more than a few minutes in Brittany's presence, was listening intently to whatever Brittany was saying and occasionally ducking one of her flying hands when she flailed them around to make a point.
Brittany was smiling widely and bobbing her head to a beat that sent her ponytail bouncing as she recounted some story, most likely featuring her cat, to her semi-captive audience.
It took several moments, but Santana did eventually tear her gaze away from them, and graced Kurt with a familiar scowl. “You are such a whipped little puppy. Sucker.”
Kurt only smiled. “Perhaps. But you know what doesn't suck, Satan? I'm not alone. And neither are you.”
Santana looked off to the side again, seeing gleaming blond hair and the bright flash of teeth as Brittany met her gaze and waived excitedly as though they hadn't spent half the day together already.
“Yeah well, a bunch of Lima Loser glee club wannabes. Us against the world. What else is new?”
“And somehow we're still around. Says something, don't you think?”
Santana rolled her eyes at him. “Fuck off, Hummel, I've got work to do.”
“Call me.”
“In your dreams.”
“Oh no, definitely not there.”
“Ass.”
If the hand she laid on his shoulder was more of a pat then a shove, neither would dare admit to it.
***
Yes, I am aware that it's been a while. Thoughts are appreciated :)
Without further ado, I give you:
For shagungu
Prompt: Sherlock/John, and the skull
The Voyeur
“Your attention has strayed.”
“What? No it hasn't, come back here.”
“I am not interested if you are not going to focus on the task at hand.”
“The task at- And, also, this from the man with who texts in his sleep and solves cold cases in his mind during a shag.”
“It stimulates the brain. Opens pathways. Some of us work better that way. You do not.”
“Get back here, I'm not done with you yet.”
“No.”
“Sherlock.”
“No longer aroused.”
“Then I'll get you aroused again. C'mere-”
“No, not until you tell me- Oh. Oh!”
“...What?”
“Really, John?”
“Really what?”
“The skull? Don't growl at me, it's true.”
“I just- I don't- Stuff it!”
“Tell me. It's true, isn't it? You cannot perform in front of the skull!”
“Smugness doesn't suit you.”
“Of course it does. Come back here.”
“No, I am not in the mood. Sherlock! Keep your grabby hands-”
“Really, John. I'll turn the skull around if necessary. There, happy?”
“Rarely.”
“Liar.”
“Shut up and- Mmph! You would get off on being the cleverest bloke in the room.”
“Be reasonable, John. If that were the case I'd never get anything done.”
***
For lauriegilbert
Prompt: Kirk/McCoy, telephone (See link for a description of the children's game "telephone" if you are unfamiliar with it)
Less Funny In Space
Leonard glanced up from his PADD when Jim walked into his office without signaling and collapsed in the spare chair. Leonard finished chewing the mystery protein that was currently masquerading as chicken aboard ship before greeting him. “Afternoon, Jim.”
“Okay, we've got to get the internal comm systems back up and running, Bones, this is ridiculous.” Jim slouched in the chair and rubbed both hands over his face with groan.
“I'm having a fine day, Jim, thanks for asking.”
Jim dropped his hands and glared. “Smart ass.”
“Does this make you the pot or the kettle?”
“Is the Enterprise's latest hiccup wearing on your already, Jim? Do tell.”
“How about I give you an example.” Jim sighed and eyed Leonard's plate. “What was the message you asked Nurse Chapel to get to me?”
“I asked her to tell you that when you have time, I want to see you in my office. Which apparently worked since you're here now. What's the problem?”
“Because apparently Chapel got caught up treating one of the engineers in the mess who ate a misplaced peanut and had to ask Chekov to pass the message along.”
“Okay...” Leonard still didn't see cause for Jim's frustration.
“Well, Chekov was just stopping by the mess long enough to grab a sandwich since he's still neck deep in various ships consoles with Scotty, so he asked Scotty to pass the message along the next time he gave an update on the repair progress. But then something apparently caught fire and Scotty couldn't leave, so he told Ensign Torday to tell Sulu to give me the message, since Sulu was heading up to the bridge for his shift anyways.”
Leonard's eyebrows were raised and the corner of his mouth twitched as he fought off a smile.
“I'm not done yet.” Jim grabbed a carrot stick from Leonard's plate and crunched on it as he continued recounting the paths Leonard's message had taken. “Sulu was waylaid by Lieutenant Giotto so he asked Spock to pass along your request.”
“And?” Leonard had to admit that he was curious at this point.
“Spock informed me, in front of the entire bridge, that you apparently wanted to 'maim my codpiece' and then proceeded to question me at length as to the meaning of such an odd request, as well as inform me that unnecessary chatter was not encouraged in our current yellow alert state and would only serve to distract necessary crew members from their duties.
Leonard didn't even bother to hide his snicker.
“Yeah, laugh it up. Uhura did too. She did, however, manage to help me parse the message once she'd finished though. She somehow managed to take 'Dr. McCoy wants to maim your codpiece,' trace it back through the various messengers, examine the likely accent and dialect barriers as well as likely misinterpretations, and came up with 'Dr. McCoy would like to see you in his office.'”
“Thank goodness for Nyota then.” Leonard smiled again when Jim scowled at his use of the lovely Lieutenant's given name. “So this has been happening all day?”
“Yup.” Jim sighed. “So what did you need to see me about?”
Leonard shook his head. “After all that, I don't even recall.”
Jim just glared at him and stole the rest of his lunch in retaliation.
***
For amor_remanet
Prompt: Kurt and Santana, either a tag to the latest episode [3x06] (for the angst or hurt/comfort), or something sweet and friendship-flavored
I'm Glad We Had This Talk
Santana didn't bother to glance over when she heard the gym door open with a squeal behind her, she just continued running the newest Cheerios routine through to the finish before grabbing her water bottle and turning to face Kurt Hummel.
“Still living up to Coach Sylvester's unhinged standards, I see.”
“I don't know why I'm bothering. It's not like I'm going to last for much longer on the Cheerios anyways.”
“Because you're a masochist. Don't deny it, you know it's true.”
Santana scowled at him and brandished the water threateningly.
“Don't even think about it, you know better than to mess with the hair.”
Santana flicked the cap at him but the few droplets that sprayed out fell purposefully short.
“Coach Sylvester isn't going to kick you off the team because of the ad. She feels responsible for the situation, she won't just abandon you now.” Kurt rolled his eyes. “All-out war has been declared and you know Coach won't give in until the entire town is in flames.”
Santana snorted. “Yeah? And what about the other parents? The other teams? What happens when they bitch and moan about appearances and examples?” Her voice was bitter and torn but her eyes remained cold. “My parents?”
“Have you-”
“I don't want to talk about it.”
Nearly a minute passed without either saying a word, until, in the softest voice he'd ever heard from her, Santana said, “It sucks.”
Kurt breathed out slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, it does.”
“Everything sucks.”
“Not everything, I don't think.” Kurt shrugged and nodded his head over at the bleachers on the far side of the gym. “For either of us.”
Two people sat close together on the bench seats, talking animatedly, though not loudly enough to be heard clearly at this distance.
Blaine, with the expression of perpetual bewilderment that graced his face whenever he spent more than a few minutes in Brittany's presence, was listening intently to whatever Brittany was saying and occasionally ducking one of her flying hands when she flailed them around to make a point.
Brittany was smiling widely and bobbing her head to a beat that sent her ponytail bouncing as she recounted some story, most likely featuring her cat, to her semi-captive audience.
It took several moments, but Santana did eventually tear her gaze away from them, and graced Kurt with a familiar scowl. “You are such a whipped little puppy. Sucker.”
Kurt only smiled. “Perhaps. But you know what doesn't suck, Satan? I'm not alone. And neither are you.”
Santana looked off to the side again, seeing gleaming blond hair and the bright flash of teeth as Brittany met her gaze and waived excitedly as though they hadn't spent half the day together already.
“Yeah well, a bunch of Lima Loser glee club wannabes. Us against the world. What else is new?”
“And somehow we're still around. Says something, don't you think?”
Santana rolled her eyes at him. “Fuck off, Hummel, I've got work to do.”
“Call me.”
“In your dreams.”
“Oh no, definitely not there.”
“Ass.”
If the hand she laid on his shoulder was more of a pat then a shove, neither would dare admit to it.
***
Yes, I am aware that it's been a while. Thoughts are appreciated :)