Happy 800th music ficlets
Reposting the music ficlets of awesomely random pairings to DW.
due South, Huey/Welsh
Maybe Today by Carbon Leaf
Harding's apartment wasn't entirely familiar yet. Jack had been there a couple times for poker nights when he was a detective, and they'd ended a couple dates here since then. So it was becoming familiar. And for all the dust and disorganization -- signs Harding had once been married, had once had someone taking care of him and hadn't gotten used to picking up the slack and taking care of himself -- it was welcoming.
Ok, so the welcoming feeling was more Harding himself. Harding greeted him at the door, and Jack half-expected one of those awkward, how-do-we-greet-each-other dances, but his hand landed solid and warm on Jack's upper arm as Harding leaned forward to brush a kiss against Jack's lips. "Come on in, I'm making sandwiches," he said as he pulled away.
Jack smiled. "Sounds good."
***
Black Books/Harry Potter, Bernard/Draco
The Church of Hot Addiction - Cobra Starship
Manny stopped short at the sound of driving guitars which seemed to be emanating from the young blond man skulking in the corner. It wasn't the usual corner to find youths skulking, and honestly, he wasn't the usual sort of skulker, dressed as he was in well-kept... robes. Manny retreated to Bernard's desk.
"There's something odd about him," he muttered.
Bernard barely glanced up. "Who, my admirer?" he scoffed. "He's fine. One of those larkers."
"Larkers?" Manny knew he'd regret asking.
"You know." Bernard flapped his arms around undemonstrably. "Larking about in costumes pretending to be vampires or whatever. The fizzywhats like him, so..."
"Fizzywhats."
"With the feather and the skittering--"
"The ones that squeak. Right." Somehow, Manny didn't find Bernard's unnatural vermin taking to the young 'larker' with the personal soundtrack the least bit reassuring.
***
Psych, Gus/Lassiter
U + Ur Hand - Pink
Something soft hit Gus's head and dropped to his shoulder, and he just knew if he looked, it'd be lacy. He glared at Carlton. "Seriously? This really seems more like Shawn's idea of 'fun.'"
Carlton reached over and removed the item-- which better not be underwear -- dropping it to the floor to whistles and catcalls. "I swear, usually, this place is... different."
"Uh-huh." Gus looked at him dubiously.
"Oh, come on. It's a jazz bar with live bands. Jazz bars haven't been rowdy since Prohibition was repealed." Gus took a moment out of his glaring to consider Carlton in an Eliot Ness get-up. Nice. Carlton cast a glare over his shoulder as another unidentifiable unmentionable flew between them. "Who has re-bachelorette parties anyway?"
"Happy, drunken divorcees."
"Yeah, that I don't get."
***
Slings & Arrows, Anna/Darren
The Atheist Christmas Carol ~ Vienna Teng
"I don't celebrate Christmas," he threw at her.
Anna shrugged. Some years she celebrated with her family, who went to church and exchanged gifts; most years she stayed in New Burbage and took in the theatre's orphans and strays for food, conversation, and usually too much to drink. This year 'orphans and strays' just meant Darren, who was all prickly sharp-edges on the outside. Everything about him shouted a calculated 'don't get too close,' from his clothes that were something between museum haute couture and performance art to his airy disdain for ordinary human interaction. Maybe he preferred it that way, but he was not going to be alone that night, when everything was closed, nothing was on tv, and 'everyone' was with their family, and that was final. "That's fine. You're still coming over. How do you feel about Chinese?"
Darren stomped off, looking simultaneously miffed and ever-so-slightly pleased.
***
Star Trek, McCoy/Chekov
Just Like You Imagined ~ NIN
This was not how he'd imagined it ending. He'd imagined it ending, of course. Leonard was a realist, so he knew the kid would put the infatuation behind him eventually. He'd meet some other whiz kid close to his own age. Leonard would pretend not to notice a puppy-hopeful look once too often. One or the other of them would get a transfer that Jim couldn't deflect and they couldn't refuse.
Chekov wasn't even supposed to be on any away teams; he was bridge crew. Not that that stopped Kirk. And yes, he knew away team experience was invaluable for promotion, but --
He'd done all he could for the affected crew members. Sitting and waiting was all he had left to do, no matter how terrible he was at it. And if he sat and waited next to Chekov's biobed and held his hand... well, everyone was fond of the kid.
He woke with a crick in his neck and a slurred, accented voice saying, "Doctor?"
Leonard smiled instead of whooped, and the kid automatically smiled back, still hazy-puzzled around the eyes. He was never getting rid of him now.
He was surprisingly alright with that.
***
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due South, Huey/Welsh
Maybe Today by Carbon Leaf
Harding's apartment wasn't entirely familiar yet. Jack had been there a couple times for poker nights when he was a detective, and they'd ended a couple dates here since then. So it was becoming familiar. And for all the dust and disorganization -- signs Harding had once been married, had once had someone taking care of him and hadn't gotten used to picking up the slack and taking care of himself -- it was welcoming.
Ok, so the welcoming feeling was more Harding himself. Harding greeted him at the door, and Jack half-expected one of those awkward, how-do-we-greet-each-other dances, but his hand landed solid and warm on Jack's upper arm as Harding leaned forward to brush a kiss against Jack's lips. "Come on in, I'm making sandwiches," he said as he pulled away.
Jack smiled. "Sounds good."
***
Black Books/Harry Potter, Bernard/Draco
The Church of Hot Addiction - Cobra Starship
Manny stopped short at the sound of driving guitars which seemed to be emanating from the young blond man skulking in the corner. It wasn't the usual corner to find youths skulking, and honestly, he wasn't the usual sort of skulker, dressed as he was in well-kept... robes. Manny retreated to Bernard's desk.
"There's something odd about him," he muttered.
Bernard barely glanced up. "Who, my admirer?" he scoffed. "He's fine. One of those larkers."
"Larkers?" Manny knew he'd regret asking.
"You know." Bernard flapped his arms around undemonstrably. "Larking about in costumes pretending to be vampires or whatever. The fizzywhats like him, so..."
"Fizzywhats."
"With the feather and the skittering--"
"The ones that squeak. Right." Somehow, Manny didn't find Bernard's unnatural vermin taking to the young 'larker' with the personal soundtrack the least bit reassuring.
***
Psych, Gus/Lassiter
U + Ur Hand - Pink
Something soft hit Gus's head and dropped to his shoulder, and he just knew if he looked, it'd be lacy. He glared at Carlton. "Seriously? This really seems more like Shawn's idea of 'fun.'"
Carlton reached over and removed the item-- which better not be underwear -- dropping it to the floor to whistles and catcalls. "I swear, usually, this place is... different."
"Uh-huh." Gus looked at him dubiously.
"Oh, come on. It's a jazz bar with live bands. Jazz bars haven't been rowdy since Prohibition was repealed." Gus took a moment out of his glaring to consider Carlton in an Eliot Ness get-up. Nice. Carlton cast a glare over his shoulder as another unidentifiable unmentionable flew between them. "Who has re-bachelorette parties anyway?"
"Happy, drunken divorcees."
"Yeah, that I don't get."
***
Slings & Arrows, Anna/Darren
The Atheist Christmas Carol ~ Vienna Teng
"I don't celebrate Christmas," he threw at her.
Anna shrugged. Some years she celebrated with her family, who went to church and exchanged gifts; most years she stayed in New Burbage and took in the theatre's orphans and strays for food, conversation, and usually too much to drink. This year 'orphans and strays' just meant Darren, who was all prickly sharp-edges on the outside. Everything about him shouted a calculated 'don't get too close,' from his clothes that were something between museum haute couture and performance art to his airy disdain for ordinary human interaction. Maybe he preferred it that way, but he was not going to be alone that night, when everything was closed, nothing was on tv, and 'everyone' was with their family, and that was final. "That's fine. You're still coming over. How do you feel about Chinese?"
Darren stomped off, looking simultaneously miffed and ever-so-slightly pleased.
***
Star Trek, McCoy/Chekov
Just Like You Imagined ~ NIN
This was not how he'd imagined it ending. He'd imagined it ending, of course. Leonard was a realist, so he knew the kid would put the infatuation behind him eventually. He'd meet some other whiz kid close to his own age. Leonard would pretend not to notice a puppy-hopeful look once too often. One or the other of them would get a transfer that Jim couldn't deflect and they couldn't refuse.
Chekov wasn't even supposed to be on any away teams; he was bridge crew. Not that that stopped Kirk. And yes, he knew away team experience was invaluable for promotion, but --
He'd done all he could for the affected crew members. Sitting and waiting was all he had left to do, no matter how terrible he was at it. And if he sat and waited next to Chekov's biobed and held his hand... well, everyone was fond of the kid.
He woke with a crick in his neck and a slurred, accented voice saying, "Doctor?"
Leonard smiled instead of whooped, and the kid automatically smiled back, still hazy-puzzled around the eyes. He was never getting rid of him now.
He was surprisingly alright with that.
***
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