Responses to Drabble me a River
I'm posting the ones I have so far, but if you want another one, please don't hesitate to prompt me. All of these are unbeta'd, so please give constructive criticism.
First up, a drabble for anglophile_rat Agent Casey from Chuck, with the words spazz and guns:
Agent Casey clenched his fists.
Chuck's father would have to be Orion. Nothing about that boy was ever simple. Even his simple friend, Morgan, was such a spazz he was always a liability.
Casey would have to speak to the General about how to handle this. How he'd like to handle it was with two bullets, one for each of the male Bartowskis. He couldn't do that without the General's say-so. Too bad.
Casey sat down to clean his guns. This was a ritual so well-worn he didn't even have to think about it, and it always helped him clear his head.
Damn Bartowskis.
Then, a Ten/Rose drabble for mugglewitch1:
[sound of TARDIS landing]
"Weell, Rose, here we are!"
"And where, exactly, is here?" Rose asked quizzically.
"The End of the Universe! The restaurant! Best show in the world!"
Rose looked baffled. "I thought that was only in a book."
"Weeell, Douglas Adams actually came along on a few journeys with me, a long time ago. It's where he got a lot of his ideas, you know. Of course, he changed things along the way, but mostly, he got things right."
"Alright then, let's meet the meat!" Rose and the Doctor linked arms and strolled in to their waiting table.
And another Ten/Rose drabble, this time for emma_moon who wanted an argument in the TARDIS:
"Doctor, what're you doing?"
The Doctor poked his head up from the TARDIS console, waving his sonic screwdriver. "I was adjusting the dimensional capacitor to update the interior decor."
"But, everything is PINK. I hate pink!" Rose sounded angry.
"I thought you'd like it. Girls like pink, don't they?"
"What, am I just like all other girls to you?" She WAS angry. He didn't understand. He tried to understand.
"Rose, of course you're not like the others. You're my Rose."
"What does that even mean, 'Your Rose'? Am I yours? Can anyone be?" Rose quickly left the console, in tears.
And finally, a double drabble for the only sarahetc with Snape/Sprout, words epiphany, lorry, monster, nape:
"Professor Sprout?" Snape entered the potting shed with his usual quiet, and startled Sprout, who was elbow-deep in compost.
"Professor Snape! I told you yesterday that the fenweed wouldn't be mature enough for harvest for at least another week. No amount of hovering by you will make them grow faster. You'll just have to wait to finish your potion, monster lurking in the Slytherin dungeon or not."
Snape looked almost sheepish. "That is not what I've come here for today. I've come..." Snape stopped, and possibly blushed.
"Well, out with it. I haven't got all day. I've got mandrakes that need repotting, and those damn students always take so long with it."
"I've come to see if you would like to join me in Hogsmeade this evening." It came out in a rush. No doubt now - Snape was definitely blushing.
It hit Sprout like a lorry - Snape was asking her on a date! Severus had noticed her!
"Professor - Severus - I would be delighted," she stammered quietly. The epiphany about his intentions was making her tongue-tied herself.
Snape nodded and left the potting shed, positively grinning, with evil thoughts about the nape of Pomona's neck dancing through his mind.
Hope you all enjoy them. I had fun writing them!
First up, a drabble for anglophile_rat Agent Casey from Chuck, with the words spazz and guns:
Agent Casey clenched his fists.
Chuck's father would have to be Orion. Nothing about that boy was ever simple. Even his simple friend, Morgan, was such a spazz he was always a liability.
Casey would have to speak to the General about how to handle this. How he'd like to handle it was with two bullets, one for each of the male Bartowskis. He couldn't do that without the General's say-so. Too bad.
Casey sat down to clean his guns. This was a ritual so well-worn he didn't even have to think about it, and it always helped him clear his head.
Damn Bartowskis.
Then, a Ten/Rose drabble for mugglewitch1:
[sound of TARDIS landing]
"Weell, Rose, here we are!"
"And where, exactly, is here?" Rose asked quizzically.
"The End of the Universe! The restaurant! Best show in the world!"
Rose looked baffled. "I thought that was only in a book."
"Weeell, Douglas Adams actually came along on a few journeys with me, a long time ago. It's where he got a lot of his ideas, you know. Of course, he changed things along the way, but mostly, he got things right."
"Alright then, let's meet the meat!" Rose and the Doctor linked arms and strolled in to their waiting table.
And another Ten/Rose drabble, this time for emma_moon who wanted an argument in the TARDIS:
"Doctor, what're you doing?"
The Doctor poked his head up from the TARDIS console, waving his sonic screwdriver. "I was adjusting the dimensional capacitor to update the interior decor."
"But, everything is PINK. I hate pink!" Rose sounded angry.
"I thought you'd like it. Girls like pink, don't they?"
"What, am I just like all other girls to you?" She WAS angry. He didn't understand. He tried to understand.
"Rose, of course you're not like the others. You're my Rose."
"What does that even mean, 'Your Rose'? Am I yours? Can anyone be?" Rose quickly left the console, in tears.
And finally, a double drabble for the only sarahetc with Snape/Sprout, words epiphany, lorry, monster, nape:
"Professor Sprout?" Snape entered the potting shed with his usual quiet, and startled Sprout, who was elbow-deep in compost.
"Professor Snape! I told you yesterday that the fenweed wouldn't be mature enough for harvest for at least another week. No amount of hovering by you will make them grow faster. You'll just have to wait to finish your potion, monster lurking in the Slytherin dungeon or not."
Snape looked almost sheepish. "That is not what I've come here for today. I've come..." Snape stopped, and possibly blushed.
"Well, out with it. I haven't got all day. I've got mandrakes that need repotting, and those damn students always take so long with it."
"I've come to see if you would like to join me in Hogsmeade this evening." It came out in a rush. No doubt now - Snape was definitely blushing.
It hit Sprout like a lorry - Snape was asking her on a date! Severus had noticed her!
"Professor - Severus - I would be delighted," she stammered quietly. The epiphany about his intentions was making her tongue-tied herself.
Snape nodded and left the potting shed, positively grinning, with evil thoughts about the nape of Pomona's neck dancing through his mind.
Hope you all enjoy them. I had fun writing them!