Challenge 90 - Reminder
Title: Jack Knows Best
Prompt: # 87 Understanding
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz Lemon/Gretchen Thomas
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
Jack doesn’t think he’s the best man in NYC at reading people. He knows it.
This is not misplaced arrogance, just simple confidence in market research. He is a business man through and through, a lifetime of pie charts and people profiling has left him with an unshakeable faith in his powers of perception.
That’s why he knows Liz Lemon and Thomas are perfect for each other. Their files matched up, their interests cross referenced. It’s perfectly natural that the are now calling themselves ‘Oprah and Gayle,‘ brushing arms, and generally invading each other’s personal space at the new improved Poker Night.
Of course Thomas insists it will never work, that she ‘doesn’t chase straight woman.’ Jack just pats her arm reassuringly and glides on oblivious to her protests.
After all, he knows best. He’s done all his research and he’s convinced Liz Lemon’s bi-curious shoes will keep on walking….
Title: Shoes
Prompt: #16 Shoes
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz Lemon/Gretchen Thomas
Rating: PG
Word count: 175
Liz Lemon bought new shoes the very next day. They were sleek ‘Sex in the City,’ shoes and she would almost definitely fall over spectacularly in them. The heels were pointed and deadly and clashed horribly with her food stained sweater and studious glasses. They were ridiculous, a one way ticket to mockery in the writers room.
More importantly though, those shoes were undeniably, unequivocally, 100% straight.
Never mind that she’d spent the evening before stretched out lazily on the couch of a brilliant plastics engineer/lesbian, kissing and running her hands through long blonde curls in a decidedly un-straight fashion…
Liz winced as her new shoes killed her slowly, toe by toe. In her head she whispered a rueful, ‘sorry,’ to her battered, betrayed, bi-curious sneakers and vowed to wear them next time she went on a date with Gretchen. Outwardly she tottered on in her straight girl shoes.
After all, she’d be damned if she’d let Jack know he was right..
Title: Dead
Prompt: #61 Night
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Olivia/Alex (post Ghost)
Rating: R ish
Word count: 234
Sometimes you wish Alex Cabot had truly died
You think it would be easier if Alex was cold and unseeing, laid on a stone slab with 3 bullets in her chest.
Then you would remember but not hope. You would recognise something that Alex would have liked (books, a good argument, the tang of early morning coffee on her lover’s lips…) and smile in remembrance, not wretched anticipation of day Alex could return.
Nights are the hardest. Darkness lies across your features and you remember when the black concealed sable on blonde. If Alex was really gone the ghosts of demanding hands, sweet wetness and ragged breaths wouldn’t seem so real.
***
Yes it’s at night that Emily/Annie/Judith/whatever god damn alias she has that year prays fervently for the death of Alex Cabot
During the day she is convinced that tomorrow will be the day that Alex is gone. The day she can start having a life, not just a name. However at night a nameless man to fit her nameless past will clamber over her and all she will think about is Alex and Olivia. She will arch her back, pale skin drawing tight and thin across her chest, and scream in an attempt to exorcise her past life.
As long as Olivia’s whispered name is on her lips when she shudders and climaxes, she knows she can not put Alex to rest.
Prompt: # 87 Understanding
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz Lemon/Gretchen Thomas
Rating: PG
Word count: 150
Jack doesn’t think he’s the best man in NYC at reading people. He knows it.
This is not misplaced arrogance, just simple confidence in market research. He is a business man through and through, a lifetime of pie charts and people profiling has left him with an unshakeable faith in his powers of perception.
That’s why he knows Liz Lemon and Thomas are perfect for each other. Their files matched up, their interests cross referenced. It’s perfectly natural that the are now calling themselves ‘Oprah and Gayle,‘ brushing arms, and generally invading each other’s personal space at the new improved Poker Night.
Of course Thomas insists it will never work, that she ‘doesn’t chase straight woman.’ Jack just pats her arm reassuringly and glides on oblivious to her protests.
After all, he knows best. He’s done all his research and he’s convinced Liz Lemon’s bi-curious shoes will keep on walking….
Title: Shoes
Prompt: #16 Shoes
Fandom: 30 Rock
Pairing: Liz Lemon/Gretchen Thomas
Rating: PG
Word count: 175
Liz Lemon bought new shoes the very next day. They were sleek ‘Sex in the City,’ shoes and she would almost definitely fall over spectacularly in them. The heels were pointed and deadly and clashed horribly with her food stained sweater and studious glasses. They were ridiculous, a one way ticket to mockery in the writers room.
More importantly though, those shoes were undeniably, unequivocally, 100% straight.
Never mind that she’d spent the evening before stretched out lazily on the couch of a brilliant plastics engineer/lesbian, kissing and running her hands through long blonde curls in a decidedly un-straight fashion…
Liz winced as her new shoes killed her slowly, toe by toe. In her head she whispered a rueful, ‘sorry,’ to her battered, betrayed, bi-curious sneakers and vowed to wear them next time she went on a date with Gretchen. Outwardly she tottered on in her straight girl shoes.
After all, she’d be damned if she’d let Jack know he was right..
Title: Dead
Prompt: #61 Night
Fandom: Law and Order: SVU
Pairing: Olivia/Alex (post Ghost)
Rating: R ish
Word count: 234
Sometimes you wish Alex Cabot had truly died
You think it would be easier if Alex was cold and unseeing, laid on a stone slab with 3 bullets in her chest.
Then you would remember but not hope. You would recognise something that Alex would have liked (books, a good argument, the tang of early morning coffee on her lover’s lips…) and smile in remembrance, not wretched anticipation of day Alex could return.
Nights are the hardest. Darkness lies across your features and you remember when the black concealed sable on blonde. If Alex was really gone the ghosts of demanding hands, sweet wetness and ragged breaths wouldn’t seem so real.
***
Yes it’s at night that Emily/Annie/Judith/whatever god damn alias she has that year prays fervently for the death of Alex Cabot
During the day she is convinced that tomorrow will be the day that Alex is gone. The day she can start having a life, not just a name. However at night a nameless man to fit her nameless past will clamber over her and all she will think about is Alex and Olivia. She will arch her back, pale skin drawing tight and thin across her chest, and scream in an attempt to exorcise her past life.
As long as Olivia’s whispered name is on her lips when she shudders and climaxes, she knows she can not put Alex to rest.