Drabbles: 2 Highlander, 2 X-Files
Author: S.R. Lexi
Category: Drabbles, some humor and a bit of drama
Rating: G
Disclaimers: I don't own Highlander or The X-Files or their characters; they're used without permission, without malicious intent, and without profit.
Warnings: There may be spoilers, but if you're reading this then you probably know anything I might spoil you for. Other than that, nothing too heavy.
Notes: Exactly 100 words each by MS Word counter.
HIGHLANDER
I. To Put Asunder
“Irreconcilable differences,” Methos repeated.
The lawyer nodded. “Her attorney wants to settle. They provided a list of your assets. Impressive. I’ll need verification of that as well as a disclosure of any others.”
Methos waved dismissively. “Give her what she asks for. I want her taken care of.”
“Your wife is a successful orthopedic surgeon; I doubt she’ll be strapped for cash. And she stated that no infidelity or family violence was involved.”
“That’s right.”
“Then why let her clean you out?”
Methos shook his head. This shouldn’t come as such a surprise--no one could beat the odds forever.
X-posted to highlander100 for challenge #86, "A New Life."
II. Gradation
With firm strokes, she added the shadows that congregated familiarly beneath arching brow bones. Irises rich with shifting colors became monochromatic, and the softness of his lips was lost to the rough texture of unblended charcoals. Her hands shaped each protrusion of bone and muscled contour with a care bordering on reverence and with unflinching accuracy. The lines marring the tautness of his skin did not frighten her; he needed no transference of his likeness onto paper in order to live forever. It was not to give him eternity that she drew him, but to keep him with her always.
Because Methos would make a killer artist's model.
THE X-FILES
III. The Foulest Vice, Take Two
Mulder's cell phone rang, and he placed his work carefully on the table in front of him so as not to damage the delicate results of his labor.
He flipped open the cell. "Mulder speaking." A short silence. "Yeah, everything's fine here. No, no movement from the suspects. It's nothing, just some grunt work, Skinner's joke at my expense. Yes, I know I can't neglect an assignment just because nothing supernatural is involved. Yes, Scully. Goodbye, Scully."
Mulder examined the twist-tie sculpture proudly. He'd spent the quarter-hour before Scully called molding the thing on the table into a barely-recognizable penis.
Take One can be found in my last post. My apologies for inflicting this on you. X-posted to xf_drabble
IV. Increased Whitening Power
"What's my next punishment? Scrubbing the bathroom floors with a toothbrush?"
Fateful last words, Mulder thought. Confronting Skinner over his assignment to various and sundry departmental drudgeries after the dissolution of the X-Files had only made things worse. He'd gone from endless surveillance to paper-pushing to scouring tiles. After yesterday's exploration of the men's room, he'd done himself a favor and purchased an electric toothbrush--with ergonomically designed handle, no less. As long as he didn't get his face too close to the scummy jets it emitted, it did a nice job of getting out the really tough stains.
I was watching re-runs on TNT tonight, and the line italicized above ran away with me. X-posted to xf_drabble
Category: Drabbles, some humor and a bit of drama
Rating: G
Disclaimers: I don't own Highlander or The X-Files or their characters; they're used without permission, without malicious intent, and without profit.
Warnings: There may be spoilers, but if you're reading this then you probably know anything I might spoil you for. Other than that, nothing too heavy.
Notes: Exactly 100 words each by MS Word counter.
HIGHLANDER
I. To Put Asunder
“Irreconcilable differences,” Methos repeated.
The lawyer nodded. “Her attorney wants to settle. They provided a list of your assets. Impressive. I’ll need verification of that as well as a disclosure of any others.”
Methos waved dismissively. “Give her what she asks for. I want her taken care of.”
“Your wife is a successful orthopedic surgeon; I doubt she’ll be strapped for cash. And she stated that no infidelity or family violence was involved.”
“That’s right.”
“Then why let her clean you out?”
Methos shook his head. This shouldn’t come as such a surprise--no one could beat the odds forever.
X-posted to highlander100 for challenge #86, "A New Life."
II. Gradation
With firm strokes, she added the shadows that congregated familiarly beneath arching brow bones. Irises rich with shifting colors became monochromatic, and the softness of his lips was lost to the rough texture of unblended charcoals. Her hands shaped each protrusion of bone and muscled contour with a care bordering on reverence and with unflinching accuracy. The lines marring the tautness of his skin did not frighten her; he needed no transference of his likeness onto paper in order to live forever. It was not to give him eternity that she drew him, but to keep him with her always.
Because Methos would make a killer artist's model.
THE X-FILES
III. The Foulest Vice, Take Two
Mulder's cell phone rang, and he placed his work carefully on the table in front of him so as not to damage the delicate results of his labor.
He flipped open the cell. "Mulder speaking." A short silence. "Yeah, everything's fine here. No, no movement from the suspects. It's nothing, just some grunt work, Skinner's joke at my expense. Yes, I know I can't neglect an assignment just because nothing supernatural is involved. Yes, Scully. Goodbye, Scully."
Mulder examined the twist-tie sculpture proudly. He'd spent the quarter-hour before Scully called molding the thing on the table into a barely-recognizable penis.
Take One can be found in my last post. My apologies for inflicting this on you. X-posted to xf_drabble
IV. Increased Whitening Power
"What's my next punishment? Scrubbing the bathroom floors with a toothbrush?"
Fateful last words, Mulder thought. Confronting Skinner over his assignment to various and sundry departmental drudgeries after the dissolution of the X-Files had only made things worse. He'd gone from endless surveillance to paper-pushing to scouring tiles. After yesterday's exploration of the men's room, he'd done himself a favor and purchased an electric toothbrush--with ergonomically designed handle, no less. As long as he didn't get his face too close to the scummy jets it emitted, it did a nice job of getting out the really tough stains.
I was watching re-runs on TNT tonight, and the line italicized above ran away with me. X-posted to xf_drabble