Drabble requests...round 1
Three down...
for snuffnyc, who wanted Mulder/Scully and a green VW Beetle. My actual first foray into The X-Files fic. (Probably my last, too.) Unbeta-ed. Forgive me.
The long car rides didn’t bother her. More often than not the X-File they were investigating took them close to the middle of nowhere requiring a lengthy car trip from the nearest major airport. After the first year, she was certain she would never own a Ford Taurus on sheer principle. Mulder tended to get punchy after about two hours on the road. She’d adjusted to that, too.
In the passenger seat, he was restlessly tapping his fingers against the dashboard. They’d lost the lone radio station 15 miles back and the sound of silence permeated the car, save for his rhythmic staccato.
“Hey, Scully, did you ever play car games?”
“Car games?”
“Yeah, you know, license plates, alphabet…that stuff?”
“With four kids in the car, the name of the game was survival.”
She didn’t imagine that he’d had much time to play car games himself with summers on the Vineyard and then his sister’s disappearance.
He smiled slightly. “So that’s a no?”
“Sorry.”
“You missed out.”
“I’ll bet.”
He turned his attention back to staring out his window and she concentrated on the road. They really were headed for the middle of nowhere.
A half-hour later, she could tell they were nearing some sort of civilization. They’d even passed a few cars on the two-lane highway. In the distance she caught a glimpse of an oncoming car and cast a quick glance to the passenger seat. Mulder sat with his head tipped back against the headrest eyes closed, but not asleep. Her eyes flitted back to the road and she grinned.
“Hey, Mulder.”
“Mmm?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.
She pulled her hand off the steering wheel, her grin widening, reached across the seat, punched him lightly on the arm.
“Punch buggy green.”
He sat up straight and opened his eyes just in time to see the classic VW Beetle in moss green pass by.
“We may have played one game,” she said, her eyes dancing.
*end*
for audragoren, who wanted Elliot/Casey with a jealous Olivia. This one came out a little angstier (and minimalist) than intended. Also, forgive me for using a Gin Blossoms song as the title.
She had figured they’d be lonely together. Not like that, of course. But with Alex gone again and Kathy serving the papers, it seemed they would be the only thing each other had left. Like some twisted silver lining on an otherwise dark storm cloud.
She’d been wrong.
She didn’t know what he was doing with Casey, (besides the obvious) and the pangs of jealousy cut deeply, almost comically. They didn’t talk much anymore, so this time on the stakeout seemed interminably long for two people who used to share everything.
“El?” The question was self-contained in the one syllable of his name.
He waited a long time before answering, his eyes still glued to their mark.
“I don’t know, Liv.”
“Because….”
“I know, I just…”
“You don’t have to explain,” she lied.
end
This next one actually shocked me. I've been on and on about The Young and the Restless for months now (mostly because I get paid to work on it), but icarus_abides asked for Michael/Lauren, not too sappy. Well, my co-worker and I were just discussing this so here's what came out....
“Kevin wants to be an uncle.”
The coffee mug dropped to the floor and shattered before Lauren could sputter out “Wha-what?”
“I said, Kevin wants to be an uncle.” Michael Baldwin grinned at his suddenly stunned fiancée as he headed into the kitchen for a dustpan and broom.
“I actually heard you the first time, it was more of a rhetorical reaction. Surely he doesn’t think that you and I…”
“Is that topic not up for discussion?”
“It’s never come up before. And just how did it come up with you two, anyway?” She reached for the dustpan and set about scooping up the shards of ceramic.
“Joshua Marsino---he’s home from the hospital. I guess Brittany brought him by Crimson Lights. Kevin was sufficiently charmed.”
“I am too…”
“I know exactly how old you are, Lauren Fenmore. You can’t play that card with me.”
“And Scotty…”
“You’re worried about sibling rivalry? At his age?”
“Siblings, full stop, Michael. Are you serious?”
“Would that be so terrible?”
She emptied the dustpan and collapsed back onto the sofa.
“You are serious.”
Sitting down next to her, he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m saying I would like the idea added to the docket for discussion. Unless opposing counsel has a valid objection.”
“I’m not a lawyer.”
“But you’re marrying one.”
“You think we should have a child.”
“Just think of it, with your looks and my looks….” He leaned in and began to trail kisses up her neck. “And your brains and my brains….” He dropped his hands to being undoing the buttons on her blouse. “He probably wouldn’t have superpowers, but I guess you can’t have everything….”
“But she might.
Michael’s hands stilled and the moment was broken by a peal of laughter from Lauren. She pulled him in for a lingering kiss.
“Kevin would make a fantastic uncle.”
“He would.”
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself into his lap.
“And, you, counselor, would make a fantastic father.”
“Sustained.”
end
The BSG requests from karihan, cabenson and labellamafia494 are percolating. More later. :)
for snuffnyc, who wanted Mulder/Scully and a green VW Beetle. My actual first foray into The X-Files fic. (Probably my last, too.) Unbeta-ed. Forgive me.
The long car rides didn’t bother her. More often than not the X-File they were investigating took them close to the middle of nowhere requiring a lengthy car trip from the nearest major airport. After the first year, she was certain she would never own a Ford Taurus on sheer principle. Mulder tended to get punchy after about two hours on the road. She’d adjusted to that, too.
In the passenger seat, he was restlessly tapping his fingers against the dashboard. They’d lost the lone radio station 15 miles back and the sound of silence permeated the car, save for his rhythmic staccato.
“Hey, Scully, did you ever play car games?”
“Car games?”
“Yeah, you know, license plates, alphabet…that stuff?”
“With four kids in the car, the name of the game was survival.”
She didn’t imagine that he’d had much time to play car games himself with summers on the Vineyard and then his sister’s disappearance.
He smiled slightly. “So that’s a no?”
“Sorry.”
“You missed out.”
“I’ll bet.”
He turned his attention back to staring out his window and she concentrated on the road. They really were headed for the middle of nowhere.
A half-hour later, she could tell they were nearing some sort of civilization. They’d even passed a few cars on the two-lane highway. In the distance she caught a glimpse of an oncoming car and cast a quick glance to the passenger seat. Mulder sat with his head tipped back against the headrest eyes closed, but not asleep. Her eyes flitted back to the road and she grinned.
“Hey, Mulder.”
“Mmm?” he mumbled, eyes still closed.
She pulled her hand off the steering wheel, her grin widening, reached across the seat, punched him lightly on the arm.
“Punch buggy green.”
He sat up straight and opened his eyes just in time to see the classic VW Beetle in moss green pass by.
“We may have played one game,” she said, her eyes dancing.
*end*
for audragoren, who wanted Elliot/Casey with a jealous Olivia. This one came out a little angstier (and minimalist) than intended. Also, forgive me for using a Gin Blossoms song as the title.
She had figured they’d be lonely together. Not like that, of course. But with Alex gone again and Kathy serving the papers, it seemed they would be the only thing each other had left. Like some twisted silver lining on an otherwise dark storm cloud.
She’d been wrong.
She didn’t know what he was doing with Casey, (besides the obvious) and the pangs of jealousy cut deeply, almost comically. They didn’t talk much anymore, so this time on the stakeout seemed interminably long for two people who used to share everything.
“El?” The question was self-contained in the one syllable of his name.
He waited a long time before answering, his eyes still glued to their mark.
“I don’t know, Liv.”
“Because….”
“I know, I just…”
“You don’t have to explain,” she lied.
end
This next one actually shocked me. I've been on and on about The Young and the Restless for months now (mostly because I get paid to work on it), but icarus_abides asked for Michael/Lauren, not too sappy. Well, my co-worker and I were just discussing this so here's what came out....
“Kevin wants to be an uncle.”
The coffee mug dropped to the floor and shattered before Lauren could sputter out “Wha-what?”
“I said, Kevin wants to be an uncle.” Michael Baldwin grinned at his suddenly stunned fiancée as he headed into the kitchen for a dustpan and broom.
“I actually heard you the first time, it was more of a rhetorical reaction. Surely he doesn’t think that you and I…”
“Is that topic not up for discussion?”
“It’s never come up before. And just how did it come up with you two, anyway?” She reached for the dustpan and set about scooping up the shards of ceramic.
“Joshua Marsino---he’s home from the hospital. I guess Brittany brought him by Crimson Lights. Kevin was sufficiently charmed.”
“I am too…”
“I know exactly how old you are, Lauren Fenmore. You can’t play that card with me.”
“And Scotty…”
“You’re worried about sibling rivalry? At his age?”
“Siblings, full stop, Michael. Are you serious?”
“Would that be so terrible?”
She emptied the dustpan and collapsed back onto the sofa.
“You are serious.”
Sitting down next to her, he took her hand and brought it to his lips. “I’m saying I would like the idea added to the docket for discussion. Unless opposing counsel has a valid objection.”
“I’m not a lawyer.”
“But you’re marrying one.”
“You think we should have a child.”
“Just think of it, with your looks and my looks….” He leaned in and began to trail kisses up her neck. “And your brains and my brains….” He dropped his hands to being undoing the buttons on her blouse. “He probably wouldn’t have superpowers, but I guess you can’t have everything….”
“But she might.
Michael’s hands stilled and the moment was broken by a peal of laughter from Lauren. She pulled him in for a lingering kiss.
“Kevin would make a fantastic uncle.”
“He would.”
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled herself into his lap.
“And, you, counselor, would make a fantastic father.”
“Sustained.”
end
The BSG requests from karihan, cabenson and labellamafia494 are percolating. More later. :)