three ficlets
I few things I've posted recently - two for choc_fic:
These Nonsense Boys and Their Nowhere Music
Grey's Anatomy, Cristina/Meredith, PG, 200 words
"So I got hit on today. Chainsaw guy's brother."
Cristina, slumped over on her arms, stared at Meredith through the beer pitcher. "Was he hot?"
Meredith, head propped on one hand, just shrugged. "Asked me out tonight."
"Is this where you tell me you're ditching me to hook up with chainsaw boy?"
"Chainsaw boy's brother. And no - I said no. I mean," she sighed. Just lifting her glass to drink was a struggle. "It was weird. I know I'm not - I'm single. I know that. But it just - it would have been weird."
Cristina blinked. "You could ditch me if you want. I'm not going to cry about it."
Meredith kicked her ankle under the table. "Seriously, listen when I talk."
With an effort, Cristina reached out and pushed the pitcher aside. "Do you think," she began slowly, "We should... whatever. Get back on the horse."
Meredith thought about that.
"The problem with getting back on the horse," she said finally, "Is that there has to be a horse."
"Yes." Cristina drew her arm back in, bringing her beer mug with it. "Because they suck."
"Seriously," Meredith said, nodding drowsily, her foot resting against Cristina's under the table.
Apocalypse Now
Torchwood, Tosh/Gwen, R, 393 words
"Hey, you girls missed all the action!" Jack burst into the cell, pleased to have been able to perform yet another daring - not to mention dashing - rescue. "Or," he corrected himself, "Looks like I did."
"It wasn't like that," Gwen said, hastily fastening her pants, "The aliens made us do it. Obviously."
Jack frowned. "Which aliens? The ones who think humans are disgusting body-breeders? Who have a pressing need to wipe all of us from the face of the galaxy? And tentacles?"
"Yes," Gwen said, tone clipped. "Those aliens. Right Tosh?"
"Um," Tosh said, attempting to avoid everyone's eyes as she scooted out the door past Ianto, who was guarding their exit with a very large gun, "Yes. Right."
"Right," Jack echoed, his eyes fixed on Gwen - she'd missed a button, one of the good ones - as she hurried after Tosh.
"Sexiest. Near-apocalypse. Ever," he declared, once he was standing alone in the alien cell. "Even with the tentacles." He paused. "Especially with the tentacles."
"Right," Ianto said, and turned to follow the girls.
*
"Just checking," Tosh said, "But there aren't any aliens making us do this, are there?"
"Well, who knows when the next near-apocalypse will be?"
"They're not exactly reliable," Tosh agreed. She paused, her hands stilling on her breasts. "Be good if they were, though. I mean," she added, arching her back a little in encouragement, "Well, then we'd always be ready."
"And I know how you like to be prepared," Gwen said. Only she made it sound like just about the dirtiest thing Tosh had ever heard, what with the sly smile and the way Gwen's fingers were scissoring deep inside her.
Tosh sighed, and ran the tips of her fingers from her nipples down her belly and into Gwen's hair.
"People act like being predictable is a bad thing," she mused aloud.
Personally, she liked being able to predict and account for things. She liked knowing, for instance, that Gwen was about to sit up and reach for the bedside drawer, and just exactly what she was going to take out of it.
"Oh, what would they know, right?" Gwen said, as she sat up and reached over on cue.
If only, Tosh thought, the end of the world would be so obliging.
"Right," said Tosh, and got ready for the big finish.
And one for rolleson's Sam Carter drabbleathon:
Much Obliged
SG1, Sam/Vala, PG, 286 words
"All I'm saying, is that I saved your life."
Trudging back to the gate on their way back to meet up with the guys, Sam sighed. "And I said thank you. How many times have I saved your ass, Vala?"
"Saving someone's ass, and saving their life, is different. And this time, specifically, I saved your life. That means I own you now."
"What?"
"That's the rule, I read about it somewhere."
"Actually, it means I'm beholden to you. Until I save your life back."
Vala held up her hands. "Whatever, it boils down to the same thing - you have to do what I say."
"First of all, I was just correcting your terminology, not saying that I ascribe to the practice, and second -" She stopped. "Why, what did you have in mind?"
*
"I've got to admit, this is not what I was expecting."
"That, Colonel, is because you lack imagination."
Actually, in this case Sam thought she might have had a bit too much imagination.
"Still," she said, "Helping you execute a raid on Cam's quarters - I'm just saying, I probably would have done that anyway."
Looking down at the large pile of pants they had just deposited on her bed, Vala shrugged. "True corruption takes time. You have to start small."
"Okay, so what's next?"
"Well, there is one pair we missed."
Nodding as she caught on, Sam said, "The ones he's wearing."
Vala grinned.
Imagination in overdrive once more, Sam's mind leapt to Cameron Mitchell's pants, and the many ways they might get him out of them.
"You mean -"
"I mean," Vala said, as she took Sam's hand and pulled her out the door, "It's time to escalate."
These Nonsense Boys and Their Nowhere Music
Grey's Anatomy, Cristina/Meredith, PG, 200 words
"So I got hit on today. Chainsaw guy's brother."
Cristina, slumped over on her arms, stared at Meredith through the beer pitcher. "Was he hot?"
Meredith, head propped on one hand, just shrugged. "Asked me out tonight."
"Is this where you tell me you're ditching me to hook up with chainsaw boy?"
"Chainsaw boy's brother. And no - I said no. I mean," she sighed. Just lifting her glass to drink was a struggle. "It was weird. I know I'm not - I'm single. I know that. But it just - it would have been weird."
Cristina blinked. "You could ditch me if you want. I'm not going to cry about it."
Meredith kicked her ankle under the table. "Seriously, listen when I talk."
With an effort, Cristina reached out and pushed the pitcher aside. "Do you think," she began slowly, "We should... whatever. Get back on the horse."
Meredith thought about that.
"The problem with getting back on the horse," she said finally, "Is that there has to be a horse."
"Yes." Cristina drew her arm back in, bringing her beer mug with it. "Because they suck."
"Seriously," Meredith said, nodding drowsily, her foot resting against Cristina's under the table.
Apocalypse Now
Torchwood, Tosh/Gwen, R, 393 words
"Hey, you girls missed all the action!" Jack burst into the cell, pleased to have been able to perform yet another daring - not to mention dashing - rescue. "Or," he corrected himself, "Looks like I did."
"It wasn't like that," Gwen said, hastily fastening her pants, "The aliens made us do it. Obviously."
Jack frowned. "Which aliens? The ones who think humans are disgusting body-breeders? Who have a pressing need to wipe all of us from the face of the galaxy? And tentacles?"
"Yes," Gwen said, tone clipped. "Those aliens. Right Tosh?"
"Um," Tosh said, attempting to avoid everyone's eyes as she scooted out the door past Ianto, who was guarding their exit with a very large gun, "Yes. Right."
"Right," Jack echoed, his eyes fixed on Gwen - she'd missed a button, one of the good ones - as she hurried after Tosh.
"Sexiest. Near-apocalypse. Ever," he declared, once he was standing alone in the alien cell. "Even with the tentacles." He paused. "Especially with the tentacles."
"Right," Ianto said, and turned to follow the girls.
*
"Just checking," Tosh said, "But there aren't any aliens making us do this, are there?"
"Well, who knows when the next near-apocalypse will be?"
"They're not exactly reliable," Tosh agreed. She paused, her hands stilling on her breasts. "Be good if they were, though. I mean," she added, arching her back a little in encouragement, "Well, then we'd always be ready."
"And I know how you like to be prepared," Gwen said. Only she made it sound like just about the dirtiest thing Tosh had ever heard, what with the sly smile and the way Gwen's fingers were scissoring deep inside her.
Tosh sighed, and ran the tips of her fingers from her nipples down her belly and into Gwen's hair.
"People act like being predictable is a bad thing," she mused aloud.
Personally, she liked being able to predict and account for things. She liked knowing, for instance, that Gwen was about to sit up and reach for the bedside drawer, and just exactly what she was going to take out of it.
"Oh, what would they know, right?" Gwen said, as she sat up and reached over on cue.
If only, Tosh thought, the end of the world would be so obliging.
"Right," said Tosh, and got ready for the big finish.
And one for rolleson's Sam Carter drabbleathon:
Much Obliged
SG1, Sam/Vala, PG, 286 words
"All I'm saying, is that I saved your life."
Trudging back to the gate on their way back to meet up with the guys, Sam sighed. "And I said thank you. How many times have I saved your ass, Vala?"
"Saving someone's ass, and saving their life, is different. And this time, specifically, I saved your life. That means I own you now."
"What?"
"That's the rule, I read about it somewhere."
"Actually, it means I'm beholden to you. Until I save your life back."
Vala held up her hands. "Whatever, it boils down to the same thing - you have to do what I say."
"First of all, I was just correcting your terminology, not saying that I ascribe to the practice, and second -" She stopped. "Why, what did you have in mind?"
*
"I've got to admit, this is not what I was expecting."
"That, Colonel, is because you lack imagination."
Actually, in this case Sam thought she might have had a bit too much imagination.
"Still," she said, "Helping you execute a raid on Cam's quarters - I'm just saying, I probably would have done that anyway."
Looking down at the large pile of pants they had just deposited on her bed, Vala shrugged. "True corruption takes time. You have to start small."
"Okay, so what's next?"
"Well, there is one pair we missed."
Nodding as she caught on, Sam said, "The ones he's wearing."
Vala grinned.
Imagination in overdrive once more, Sam's mind leapt to Cameron Mitchell's pants, and the many ways they might get him out of them.
"You mean -"
"I mean," Vala said, as she took Sam's hand and pulled her out the door, "It's time to escalate."