Chris' first impressions of Toby.
Rating: R-ish.
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Title: In Check
Author: levitatethis
Challenge #08: View
Challenge #176: 8 Hard Years
Rated: PG
Word Count: 100
Character: Murphy
Warning: Nothing
A/N: The sixth of eight drabbles written for the April challenge.

Sean leans forward, gripping the railing, and stares below.

The barbarian horde.

He trails his gaze from person to person, looking for any ( Read more... )

2 Jericho fics

Drabble #8: View

Watching

( Jericho is watching... )

Title: It's the Hair
Characters: Schillinger & Beecher
Rating: PG13
Prompt: #8: View
Spoilers: Season 3, Episode 5, U.S. Male
Word Count: 100 words
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Notes: Drabble three - I like the idea of seeing Toby through Vern's eyes...

( It’s the Hair )

Title: Golden Boy
Prompt: View
Word Count: 100 ( Read more... )

The second part to the first part. Hmm.. that came out kind of redundantly. Anyway, it's the same scene, different PoV. Sort of a he said/he said type deal.Another day, another cellmate. The musical chairs of Em City starts another round. But this one... well, he was hard to gauge. Broken arm, broken posture and that giant tattoo adorning his ( Read more... )

Sorry if these get sent here twice, LJ's been giving me no end of trouble today.I expected him to be bigger. His body didn't seem strong enough to hold a legend of this size. His eyes though... those shifty glares, those scattered glances... yeah, I can see the reputation there. This guy went up against Schillinger an' won. And if Vern and the ( Read more... )

There he goes again, my nursery rhyming, rabid dog roomie foaming at the mouth like clockwork. He stands tall, his chest out, head held high-- like good posture can substitute for posturing. He wears crazy like armor, but the weight of it wears him down by day’s end ( Read more... )

He wrestles me until he’s on top, and when I finally relax and look up I see his eyes, pale and cloudy blue-green like that glass you find at the beach. When I stand up after my fiftieth push-up, those eyes slowly lick the sweat from my chest. When I lift my dripping face from the sink after lights out, they touch me with fierce blue lust from ( Read more... )

This is a little variation on a planned scene for "Side Out," the volleyball story, and runs a teensy bit over 100 words ( Read more... )