Drabble meme responses
So these are my responses to the Drabble meme.
herk227
He wasn’t sure why Methos had suggested that they go riding together, but it was such a glorious day that Duncan was pleased he had. Duncan adjusted the bridle of the Palomino before putting a foot in the stirrup and pulling himself up. As he landed in the saddle, he felt the approach of another Immortal. He looked up to see Methos approaching on a white Shire and chuckled.
“And Death rode in on a pale horse,” Duncan said with a smile. Methos shook his head and smiled back.
“I knew you’d appreciate the irony,” Methos commented, “His name’s Binky.”
grachonok<
Susan rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked again at the spot on the corner of her desk. The Death of Rats was still there. She sighed and stood up.
“Children, I need to step into the Cupboard. I shall be right back, and I will know if any of you so much as breathe, Oliver.”
“Yes, Miss,” the children chorused.
Satisfied, she stepped into the cupboard and out of the timestream.
“What do you want this time?” she demanded. The figure that stepped out of the shadows was unexpected.
“Frankly, I just want to go home,” answered Methos.
silvercobwebs
Sam Vimes sighed the long deep sigh of a man who knew he was well and truly buggered. Carrott looked at him with his big, dopey, innocent eyes, and Vimes knew in that moment, with a certainty he’d never felt before, that Carrott wasn’t as daft as he looked. He’d often suspected as much. Carrott, despite his own world view, always got what he meant, even the subtext, even when he pretended he didn’t. Vimes let out a little growl of frustration in the direction of his second before turning around to face the inevitable.
“Surprise!” cried Sybil “Happy Birthday!”
morgynleri_fic
“What you doing, Zee-vaa?” Tony asked as he perched on the edge of her desk and glanced at her monitor. Intent on the screen, Ziva didn’t look up.
“I’m watching the video you told McGee about. This really does look like Ducky’s nephew.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Tony said, leaning closer.
“Leave it alone, DiNozzo,” Gibbs commanded as he strode in.
“Yeahboss!” Tony answered, leaping up and following Gibbs to his desk. “It’s just that dead guy really looks like…”
“Except he’s a dead guy. And I asked McGee to look into it, not you. Drop it DiNozzo.”
“Yes Boss.”
ithildyn
“What do you mean?” Tony demanded through the Bluetooth. “It’s a classic, someone must have one!”
Tony paced the floor, Pepper watching, amused.
Have you mentioned money’s no object? she wrote, holding it up for Tony.
“Have I mentioned money’s no object?” He waited for the response, growled and yanked the earpiece out before tossing it at Pepper, who deftly caught it.
“Maybe you should just manufacture your own parts?” she suggested.
“You can’t just manufacture a piece of lovingly hand-crafted precision engineering…oh, wait, yes I can,” Tony replied with a grin. “Well done, Miss Potts.”
“Any time, Mr. Stark.”
Apparently, aeron_lanart can’t count to five, (or maybe she can’t read instructions properly),
Giles placed the beers down on the table before he slid into the booth, taking the seat opposite his friend. They sat regarding each other and drinking for a while.
“So, you wanted to talk?” Giles asked. His confusion was natural; they hadn’t talked in over a century and then he suddenly got a call out of the blue. His companion nodded and took another swig of beer. Giles realised with shock that he was at a loss for words. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry old friend, I’ve got bad news,” Lister finally answered. “Darius has been murdered.”
herk227
He wasn’t sure why Methos had suggested that they go riding together, but it was such a glorious day that Duncan was pleased he had. Duncan adjusted the bridle of the Palomino before putting a foot in the stirrup and pulling himself up. As he landed in the saddle, he felt the approach of another Immortal. He looked up to see Methos approaching on a white Shire and chuckled.
“And Death rode in on a pale horse,” Duncan said with a smile. Methos shook his head and smiled back.
“I knew you’d appreciate the irony,” Methos commented, “His name’s Binky.”
grachonok<
Susan rubbed the bridge of her nose and looked again at the spot on the corner of her desk. The Death of Rats was still there. She sighed and stood up.
“Children, I need to step into the Cupboard. I shall be right back, and I will know if any of you so much as breathe, Oliver.”
“Yes, Miss,” the children chorused.
Satisfied, she stepped into the cupboard and out of the timestream.
“What do you want this time?” she demanded. The figure that stepped out of the shadows was unexpected.
“Frankly, I just want to go home,” answered Methos.
silvercobwebs
Sam Vimes sighed the long deep sigh of a man who knew he was well and truly buggered. Carrott looked at him with his big, dopey, innocent eyes, and Vimes knew in that moment, with a certainty he’d never felt before, that Carrott wasn’t as daft as he looked. He’d often suspected as much. Carrott, despite his own world view, always got what he meant, even the subtext, even when he pretended he didn’t. Vimes let out a little growl of frustration in the direction of his second before turning around to face the inevitable.
“Surprise!” cried Sybil “Happy Birthday!”
morgynleri_fic
“What you doing, Zee-vaa?” Tony asked as he perched on the edge of her desk and glanced at her monitor. Intent on the screen, Ziva didn’t look up.
“I’m watching the video you told McGee about. This really does look like Ducky’s nephew.”
“It does, doesn’t it?” Tony said, leaning closer.
“Leave it alone, DiNozzo,” Gibbs commanded as he strode in.
“Yeahboss!” Tony answered, leaping up and following Gibbs to his desk. “It’s just that dead guy really looks like…”
“Except he’s a dead guy. And I asked McGee to look into it, not you. Drop it DiNozzo.”
“Yes Boss.”
ithildyn
“What do you mean?” Tony demanded through the Bluetooth. “It’s a classic, someone must have one!”
Tony paced the floor, Pepper watching, amused.
Have you mentioned money’s no object? she wrote, holding it up for Tony.
“Have I mentioned money’s no object?” He waited for the response, growled and yanked the earpiece out before tossing it at Pepper, who deftly caught it.
“Maybe you should just manufacture your own parts?” she suggested.
“You can’t just manufacture a piece of lovingly hand-crafted precision engineering…oh, wait, yes I can,” Tony replied with a grin. “Well done, Miss Potts.”
“Any time, Mr. Stark.”
Apparently, aeron_lanart can’t count to five, (or maybe she can’t read instructions properly),
Giles placed the beers down on the table before he slid into the booth, taking the seat opposite his friend. They sat regarding each other and drinking for a while.
“So, you wanted to talk?” Giles asked. His confusion was natural; they hadn’t talked in over a century and then he suddenly got a call out of the blue. His companion nodded and took another swig of beer. Giles realised with shock that he was at a loss for words. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry old friend, I’ve got bad news,” Lister finally answered. “Darius has been murdered.”