Since I should probably start posting these...
I wrote some short fic for once, as Halloween treats. Some of them are a little over a 100 words, and some of them are more longer. I'm still sorting out how to make one hit at least 100 words and I'm finishing the last two or three (yes, I know it's December, oops!), but I thought I'd start tossing them out here, too.
So, today two short story starts/summaries, by which I mean that apparently they won't go any further yet. A Highlander/Buffy puzzle which I hope will end up a full length fic, and a HL/Mag 7 'this is just asking for trouble' vignette. Enjoy!
Dark of the Moon
(HL/Buffy, for
theodosia21's treat bag)
It was hardly the first time Greg Powers had been approached on the street by someone who knew he was a doctor, or worked in the ER. Usually it was something they weren't sure they should bother their usual doctor with -- almost always, if they were nervous enough to ask a comparative stranger, the answer was yes -- and a few memorable times he'd had desperate people try to mug him for medications he most certainly didn't carry around.
This time, he grinned at the werewolf who'd dropped into step beside him and asked teasingly, "Tetanus booster or rabies inoculation?"
Oz winced a little. "Advice. I'm losing nights that aren't full moon."
"Ah." Gregor studied him, noticing the start of circles under his eyes. "Coffee. Then research."
Oz just nodded. "I'll buy."
House Stakes
(HL/Magnificent 7, for
medie's treat bag)
"It is a pleasure, I must say, to see so lovely a lady running such a fine establishment as the Double Eagle," Ezra drawled. He bowed deeply over the extended hand, kissing it lightly, and amused that for once the courtesy was far from empty. The lady was exquisite, in form, fashion, and finesse with cards. He was very much looking to crossing swords with her, as it were, over a card table.
Amanda Montrose swayed downward into a curtsy that displayed her ample charms in such a bodice and smiled at him, her eyes wickedly knowing. "Mr. Standish. I've heard so much about you. Do come in."
If she murmured something about 'into my parlor,' well, it only made Ezra glad he'd worn his best vest. And his derringer up his sleeve.
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So, today two short story starts/summaries, by which I mean that apparently they won't go any further yet. A Highlander/Buffy puzzle which I hope will end up a full length fic, and a HL/Mag 7 'this is just asking for trouble' vignette. Enjoy!
Dark of the Moon
(HL/Buffy, for
theodosia21's treat bag)
It was hardly the first time Greg Powers had been approached on the street by someone who knew he was a doctor, or worked in the ER. Usually it was something they weren't sure they should bother their usual doctor with -- almost always, if they were nervous enough to ask a comparative stranger, the answer was yes -- and a few memorable times he'd had desperate people try to mug him for medications he most certainly didn't carry around.
This time, he grinned at the werewolf who'd dropped into step beside him and asked teasingly, "Tetanus booster or rabies inoculation?"
Oz winced a little. "Advice. I'm losing nights that aren't full moon."
"Ah." Gregor studied him, noticing the start of circles under his eyes. "Coffee. Then research."
Oz just nodded. "I'll buy."
House Stakes
(HL/Magnificent 7, for
medie's treat bag)
"It is a pleasure, I must say, to see so lovely a lady running such a fine establishment as the Double Eagle," Ezra drawled. He bowed deeply over the extended hand, kissing it lightly, and amused that for once the courtesy was far from empty. The lady was exquisite, in form, fashion, and finesse with cards. He was very much looking to crossing swords with her, as it were, over a card table.
Amanda Montrose swayed downward into a curtsy that displayed her ample charms in such a bodice and smiled at him, her eyes wickedly knowing. "Mr. Standish. I've heard so much about you. Do come in."
If she murmured something about 'into my parlor,' well, it only made Ezra glad he'd worn his best vest. And his derringer up his sleeve.
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