Misc Drabble Collection
I was writing some misc drabbles over the weekend, to try and encourage my writing mojo to come back. I shall gather them here and tidy them up when I've finished them all...
Title: Gifts
Author: Corona
Fandom: Robin Hood
Pairing: Marian/Djaq
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Marian's new gift entertains, and surprises
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'diamond'
Marian slithers off of her horse and comes down the slope with purpose if not speed.
"Where's Robin?" Djaq tips her head to the side, as if Marian's determination has amused her.
"In Locksley, talking to the farrier." Her eyes lower, linger on Marian's latest...present. Hanging round her neck, a heavy weight that's been distracting her through her ride.
Marian sighs.
"It was a gift from Guy," Djaq nods, like she expected as much, sliver of a smile on her face.
"It is very..." She appears to be searching for a word but it seems to be more for politeness sake than language difficulties.
"It's hideous," Marian says simply. "It looks like it was made by Goblins in the dark. The admission clearly gives Djaq permission to have an equally honest opinion, but she restrains herself, laughs quietly instead.
"Clearly he thought my reluctance to wear the other one was in some way connected to it's worth and now-" she lifts the flower of gemstones so it can catch the light in an embarrassingly garish fashion.
Djaq takes two steps forward, leaving her close enough to peruse the necklace from a far less flattering angle.
"And now you have a necklace which is uglier, but more expensive." Djaq turns it over, fingers brushing the curve of Marian's throat.
"And I must wear it, rather than slight him by leaving it somewhere to..." she sighs again. "Be conveniently stolen."
The words are all it takes and Djaq is laughing, a loud, high laugh that's wild and unrestrained in a way Marian has never been allowed to be.
She looks beautiful suddenly, free of all the trappings of womanhood, free in a way that seems at once both horribly jarring and irresistibly lovely.
Marian catches her face in both hands, kisses her smiling mouth. A wet press of lips that's awkward at first, and doubtless one of the more reckless things she has done in her life. Djaq stills, surprise and something else, something-
Djaq's hands are in her hair, not just touching but all the way inside, fingertips cold against her scalp. It's a strange, soft moment that perhaps neither of them had ever intended, and it is certainly something more than friendly. But when they part Marian's mouth is cold.
"I do not know why I did that, I'm sorry," Marian says quietly.
But Djaq just smiles and laughs again.
Title: Replacements
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Claude, The Haitian
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Claude is unimpressed with his replacement.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'choices' and
slashyheroes15 prompt 'fear'
"So you're the new partner eh?" Though in this case new was a relative term. Newer, newest, they all suggested something recent, something untried.
Whereas this one was already...worn in, and didn't that throw up some disturbing mental images.
The Haitian said nothing. He was simply dark and still and utterly inscrutable. God Bennet must just love him to death.
"I know you can talk," Claude said grumpily. He'd heard him being mysterious and vaguely French earlier when he'd been eavesdropping outside.
The Haitian ignores him, in a way designed to be mysterious rather than insulting.
Claude officially hates him.
Title: Orders
Author: Corona
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'months'
Stephen has learned many things in the last three months, things not connected to anomalies or biology. He's learned that Ryan is just as adept at giving orders outside of combat situations. He's learned that he brings that same determined intensity to everything he does. That certainty, and Ryan is impressive when he demands things...and he knows how to reward obedience.
Nick probably wouldn't approve, and would perhaps, hopefully, even be jealous, but things between them are too raw, too close.
Helen has made a chasm between them, but Ryan, Stephen thinks Ryan might just be accomplished at building bridges.
Title: Pteradon Psychology
Author: Corona
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'air'
Jack finds Ianto in the middle of the hub, looking up towards the vents.
He looks up too, as is the nature of any two animals in a group.
"What is it?"
"Myfanwy seems depressed, she's not eating her sheep quarters," Ianto tells him.
Jack frowns because the sentence nudges a memory.
"Is she just pushing them around her nest and are all the basketballs missing?"
Ianto raises an eyebrow. "Yes, do you know what's wrong with her."
Jack nods. "Yeah, she did the same thing about ten years ago."
"And."
Jack grins at him. "She thinks she's pregnant again."
Title: Return To Sender
Author: Corona
Fandom: The Lost Room
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'circle'
The Weasel is easy enough to find, he's still hanging around outside the Suit's bookshop/office, looking dishevelled and unhappy, Joe suspects it's his natural camouflage rather than something he's had to perfect.
He manages to look surprised when he sees him though.
Joe holds up the keys. "I'm returning your car."
One curious look and the keys are snatched out of his hand. The Weasel jabs at a tyre with his shoe. That particular strain of suspicion that comes with a history of being screwed over.
"It was odds even that you'd either never be seen again or destroy the universe. Neither of which would have been good for me."
The Weasel gives the car another kick, as if to make certain that Joe hasn't exchanged it for something car-shaped that possibly dropped in from a parallel universe.
It's worrying how the most unlikely things are starting to seem like actual possibilities.
"No daughter?"
"Because the last time went so well," Joe says roughly and he hopes the threat under the words is clear enough.
"And the key?" He asks.
"Gone."
"Gone as in?" Because how could he just leave it alone.
"Gone." Which is all he's going to say.
Title: Buckles
Author: Corona
Fandom: Robin Hood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Allan/Guy
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'enemies'
Allan doesn't much want to be a man that stands around ignored all day. No matter how much Guy wants to pretend he's busy, Allan knows he's probably just writing for the sake of it. Giving off an air of a man in the thick of things.
"Thanks and that, I haven't said that yet, for the clothes."
Guy remains wordless.
Allan fiddles with his new outfit, because he's never had anything quite this nice before. Not to keep, not that wasn't going to be stripped off his back by someone shouting 'Oi' and carrying something sharp and pointy.
"Buckles kinda work, never had buckles before."
Guy looks up, very briefly, from whatever he's writing. Just long enough for a quick slant of mouth and a raised eyebrow.
"Perhaps if they fastened at the back," Guy suggests, which tugs Allan's questioning face into something far more amused.
"And people say you have no sense of humour."
Guy stops writing and looks up again. "You really want my opinion?"
Allan nods. "I'm probably gonna regret this but go on then."
"I like it better on the floor."
It's filthier than Allan was expecting, surprising, but still good.
"Pervert," he says quietly.
Title: Covert Tape
Author: Corona
Fandom: Chuck
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'touch'
Chuck had originally been in two minds about wearing a wire.
Now both minds were in agreement.
"Where's Sarah?"
Casey's eye was twitching, which suggested he was liable to crush things if he asked any more questions.
Chuck decided he would stall for time by loosening his tie, but Casey's espionage powers were wise to this tactic.
"Strip."
"Can we talk about this?"
"Strip now," Casey said in a more determined tone of voice. "And I'll be generous with where I put the tape."
Casey demonstrated its sticking power in a way that was brief, but harsh.
"Ow, ok, stripping."
Title: Numbers
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numbers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Charlie/Colby
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'black' and
numb3rs100 prompt #133 'evidence'
Don spots them when Colby reaches up to move a photograph on the board.
His shirt rides up just enough to reveal snatched lines of complex mathematics across the middle of Colby's spine.
Don blinks.
They're gone the moment Colby puts his arms down, like a particularly confusing hallucination.
Don watches until he sets another photograph high up the board, the stretch exposes a black tumble of numbers and symbols that Don has enough experience with to recognise at a glance.
"Why do you have equations written on your back?" he asks.
There's a flicker of something in Colby's face, before it's replaced by a carefully blank expression.
"I probably leant against something, or something like that. You know how many of those board things Charlie's always dragging around the incident room."
Don feels compelled to point out that if that were true the writing would be back to front.
Feels compelled but doesn't say anything.
His brain has gone to a place it wants to step away from and plead ignorance.
He's trying to think of some sensible way to phrase his next question. But before his brain manages it Colby and his incriminating equations have left the room.
Title: Forty Four Years
Author: Corona
Fandom: The Lost Room
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joe/Eddie (The Occupant)
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'ends'
This is insane, this is murder, no matter who or what Eddie was, no matter what he promised Joe can't just shoot him.
He can't just murder him.
"Wait!" Eddie settles his hand over the gun, eases it to the side. "Wait I want-"
One step and there's something desperate in Eddie's one visible eye, something quiet and hopeless.
He shifts forward, moving slow enough that Joe could step back if he wanted to.
But he doesn't.
Eddie leans up and kisses him. His mouth is warm and utterly human.
It's brief, it's barely an indulgence, before he's pulling away. Pulling away on a quiet noise that catches in his throat like a sigh.
"I'm sorry I just wanted...it's been-"
"Forty four years," Joe says quietly and it's both as simple as that and as hard. Because he can't even imagine what this man has been through.
How much is that to ask after all, in this room that doesn't exist.
Joe's free hand rises, folds round the back of Eddie's neck and draws him in again.
The kiss this time isn't brief.
It's hard and open and everything a kiss should be. Joe has his free hand twisted in the white material of Eddie's shirt. Other arm sliding round his waist, pulling him closer.
Every furious push is an apology, and a plea and something like a goodbye, though they don't know each other at all.
Don't know each other but it hurts just the same when they let each other go. When Joe leaves Eddie breathing through a reddened mouth, and staring at him with something that looks like regret.
Eddie takes a quick, ragged breath, his hand touches the gun, lifts it again until the barrel is pressed into his chest.
"Now I'm ready," he says quietly.
Title: Snap Judgements
Author: Corona
Fandom: House
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'parents'
Wilson hadn't quite nailed 'storming into someone's office' He didn't quite have that air of doom and wrath. There was a lot of sweeping, but no wrath.
House raised expectant eyebrows to encourage an explanation for this unexpected sweepage.
"There's a woman outside, crying," Wilson said. He put his hands on his hips. House would some day tell him that this was something only middle aged women did when they were cross and trying to make a point.
It was still amusing though, so not today.
"Well then it's a good job she's out there where I can't hear her, crying is extremely annoying."
"Did you tell her that her son was the anti-christ?" Wilson was using his special cross voice.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because he is," House said simply.
"The anti-christ?" Wilson said dubiously
"Yes."
"And you came to this conclusion because?"
"The fixed stare, the general air of malice, the urge to destroy," House explained calmly.
"Or he could be an adolescent," Wilson said sensibly.
"That's the same thing surely. However if he's the anti-christ he's clearly no longer my problem. Clearly you shouldn't medicate the son of Satan. Someone find that woman a priest!"
Wilson didn't look amused.
Title: Pie
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'writer's choice'
It was very quiet, Mal didn't like it.
Quiet's never a good sign, quiet was just trouble sneaking up on you.
Trouble came in the form of Zoe and Kaylee, quiet-like and too amused.
"What's going on?"
"River just told Jayne he was pie filling," Zoe said carefully.
"I think at some point she proved it with math," Kaylee added helpfully.
Mal considered this carefully.
"Did she mention what flavour?"
"I don't think that came up." Kaylee was smiling fit to bust.
"Uh huh, how'd he take it?"
"He's expressing his unhappiness in his own special way," Kaylee said cheerfully.
Title: Digital
Author: Corona
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'sunrise'
It was barely eight in the morning when Beth thrust her open phone under Mick's nose.
Eight in the morning was early, or late, to be surprised with-
Pornography.
Mick peeled his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look.
"That's a very interesting shot."
"I had to take it at a very interesting angle," Beth told him, but didn't elaborate further, no matter how suggestive Mick was with his eyebrows.
"I don't recognise him," he offered, which made Beth's pout less happy. "Not from that angle at least."
"Funny," she said with a smile and flicked on a picture.
"I definitely don't recognise him from that angle."
Another smile "What about the girl?"
He shook his head. "No, should I?"
Beth sighed. "Probably not."
She twisted the phone round and snapped it shut. She looked a tangled mixture of annoyed and crushed that managed to be cute and amusing. Though Mick doubted she'd find the observation funny.
"There's only so much you can get from digital photos," he offered instead.
"There's only so long you can hide in a bush," Beth said grumpily and shoved her phone back in her bag.
"You hid in a bush?"
"Shut up."
Title: Gifts
Author: Corona
Fandom: Robin Hood
Pairing: Marian/Djaq
Rating: PG
Word Count: 400
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Marian's new gift entertains, and surprises
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'diamond'
Marian slithers off of her horse and comes down the slope with purpose if not speed.
"Where's Robin?" Djaq tips her head to the side, as if Marian's determination has amused her.
"In Locksley, talking to the farrier." Her eyes lower, linger on Marian's latest...present. Hanging round her neck, a heavy weight that's been distracting her through her ride.
Marian sighs.
"It was a gift from Guy," Djaq nods, like she expected as much, sliver of a smile on her face.
"It is very..." She appears to be searching for a word but it seems to be more for politeness sake than language difficulties.
"It's hideous," Marian says simply. "It looks like it was made by Goblins in the dark. The admission clearly gives Djaq permission to have an equally honest opinion, but she restrains herself, laughs quietly instead.
"Clearly he thought my reluctance to wear the other one was in some way connected to it's worth and now-" she lifts the flower of gemstones so it can catch the light in an embarrassingly garish fashion.
Djaq takes two steps forward, leaving her close enough to peruse the necklace from a far less flattering angle.
"And now you have a necklace which is uglier, but more expensive." Djaq turns it over, fingers brushing the curve of Marian's throat.
"And I must wear it, rather than slight him by leaving it somewhere to..." she sighs again. "Be conveniently stolen."
The words are all it takes and Djaq is laughing, a loud, high laugh that's wild and unrestrained in a way Marian has never been allowed to be.
She looks beautiful suddenly, free of all the trappings of womanhood, free in a way that seems at once both horribly jarring and irresistibly lovely.
Marian catches her face in both hands, kisses her smiling mouth. A wet press of lips that's awkward at first, and doubtless one of the more reckless things she has done in her life. Djaq stills, surprise and something else, something-
Djaq's hands are in her hair, not just touching but all the way inside, fingertips cold against her scalp. It's a strange, soft moment that perhaps neither of them had ever intended, and it is certainly something more than friendly. But when they part Marian's mouth is cold.
"I do not know why I did that, I'm sorry," Marian says quietly.
But Djaq just smiles and laughs again.
Title: Replacements
Author: Corona
Fandom: Heroes
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Claude, The Haitian
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
Summary: Claude is unimpressed with his replacement.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'choices' and
slashyheroes15 prompt 'fear'
"So you're the new partner eh?" Though in this case new was a relative term. Newer, newest, they all suggested something recent, something untried.
Whereas this one was already...worn in, and didn't that throw up some disturbing mental images.
The Haitian said nothing. He was simply dark and still and utterly inscrutable. God Bennet must just love him to death.
"I know you can talk," Claude said grumpily. He'd heard him being mysterious and vaguely French earlier when he'd been eavesdropping outside.
The Haitian ignores him, in a way designed to be mysterious rather than insulting.
Claude officially hates him.
Title: Orders
Author: Corona
Fandom: Primeval
Pairing: Stephen/Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'months'
Stephen has learned many things in the last three months, things not connected to anomalies or biology. He's learned that Ryan is just as adept at giving orders outside of combat situations. He's learned that he brings that same determined intensity to everything he does. That certainty, and Ryan is impressive when he demands things...and he knows how to reward obedience.
Nick probably wouldn't approve, and would perhaps, hopefully, even be jealous, but things between them are too raw, too close.
Helen has made a chasm between them, but Ryan, Stephen thinks Ryan might just be accomplished at building bridges.
Title: Pteradon Psychology
Author: Corona
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'air'
Jack finds Ianto in the middle of the hub, looking up towards the vents.
He looks up too, as is the nature of any two animals in a group.
"What is it?"
"Myfanwy seems depressed, she's not eating her sheep quarters," Ianto tells him.
Jack frowns because the sentence nudges a memory.
"Is she just pushing them around her nest and are all the basketballs missing?"
Ianto raises an eyebrow. "Yes, do you know what's wrong with her."
Jack nods. "Yeah, she did the same thing about ten years ago."
"And."
Jack grins at him. "She thinks she's pregnant again."
Title: Return To Sender
Author: Corona
Fandom: The Lost Room
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'circle'
The Weasel is easy enough to find, he's still hanging around outside the Suit's bookshop/office, looking dishevelled and unhappy, Joe suspects it's his natural camouflage rather than something he's had to perfect.
He manages to look surprised when he sees him though.
Joe holds up the keys. "I'm returning your car."
One curious look and the keys are snatched out of his hand. The Weasel jabs at a tyre with his shoe. That particular strain of suspicion that comes with a history of being screwed over.
"It was odds even that you'd either never be seen again or destroy the universe. Neither of which would have been good for me."
The Weasel gives the car another kick, as if to make certain that Joe hasn't exchanged it for something car-shaped that possibly dropped in from a parallel universe.
It's worrying how the most unlikely things are starting to seem like actual possibilities.
"No daughter?"
"Because the last time went so well," Joe says roughly and he hopes the threat under the words is clear enough.
"And the key?" He asks.
"Gone."
"Gone as in?" Because how could he just leave it alone.
"Gone." Which is all he's going to say.
Title: Buckles
Author: Corona
Fandom: Robin Hood
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Allan/Guy
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'enemies'
Allan doesn't much want to be a man that stands around ignored all day. No matter how much Guy wants to pretend he's busy, Allan knows he's probably just writing for the sake of it. Giving off an air of a man in the thick of things.
"Thanks and that, I haven't said that yet, for the clothes."
Guy remains wordless.
Allan fiddles with his new outfit, because he's never had anything quite this nice before. Not to keep, not that wasn't going to be stripped off his back by someone shouting 'Oi' and carrying something sharp and pointy.
"Buckles kinda work, never had buckles before."
Guy looks up, very briefly, from whatever he's writing. Just long enough for a quick slant of mouth and a raised eyebrow.
"Perhaps if they fastened at the back," Guy suggests, which tugs Allan's questioning face into something far more amused.
"And people say you have no sense of humour."
Guy stops writing and looks up again. "You really want my opinion?"
Allan nods. "I'm probably gonna regret this but go on then."
"I like it better on the floor."
It's filthier than Allan was expecting, surprising, but still good.
"Pervert," he says quietly.
Title: Covert Tape
Author: Corona
Fandom: Chuck
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'touch'
Chuck had originally been in two minds about wearing a wire.
Now both minds were in agreement.
"Where's Sarah?"
Casey's eye was twitching, which suggested he was liable to crush things if he asked any more questions.
Chuck decided he would stall for time by loosening his tie, but Casey's espionage powers were wise to this tactic.
"Strip."
"Can we talk about this?"
"Strip now," Casey said in a more determined tone of voice. "And I'll be generous with where I put the tape."
Casey demonstrated its sticking power in a way that was brief, but harsh.
"Ow, ok, stripping."
Title: Numbers
Author: Corona
Fandom: Numbers
Rating: PG
Pairing: Implied Charlie/Colby
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'black' and
numb3rs100 prompt #133 'evidence'
Don spots them when Colby reaches up to move a photograph on the board.
His shirt rides up just enough to reveal snatched lines of complex mathematics across the middle of Colby's spine.
Don blinks.
They're gone the moment Colby puts his arms down, like a particularly confusing hallucination.
Don watches until he sets another photograph high up the board, the stretch exposes a black tumble of numbers and symbols that Don has enough experience with to recognise at a glance.
"Why do you have equations written on your back?" he asks.
There's a flicker of something in Colby's face, before it's replaced by a carefully blank expression.
"I probably leant against something, or something like that. You know how many of those board things Charlie's always dragging around the incident room."
Don feels compelled to point out that if that were true the writing would be back to front.
Feels compelled but doesn't say anything.
His brain has gone to a place it wants to step away from and plead ignorance.
He's trying to think of some sensible way to phrase his next question. But before his brain manages it Colby and his incriminating equations have left the room.
Title: Forty Four Years
Author: Corona
Fandom: The Lost Room
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Joe/Eddie (The Occupant)
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For the
varietypack100 prompt 'ends'
This is insane, this is murder, no matter who or what Eddie was, no matter what he promised Joe can't just shoot him.
He can't just murder him.
"Wait!" Eddie settles his hand over the gun, eases it to the side. "Wait I want-"
One step and there's something desperate in Eddie's one visible eye, something quiet and hopeless.
He shifts forward, moving slow enough that Joe could step back if he wanted to.
But he doesn't.
Eddie leans up and kisses him. His mouth is warm and utterly human.
It's brief, it's barely an indulgence, before he's pulling away. Pulling away on a quiet noise that catches in his throat like a sigh.
"I'm sorry I just wanted...it's been-"
"Forty four years," Joe says quietly and it's both as simple as that and as hard. Because he can't even imagine what this man has been through.
How much is that to ask after all, in this room that doesn't exist.
Joe's free hand rises, folds round the back of Eddie's neck and draws him in again.
The kiss this time isn't brief.
It's hard and open and everything a kiss should be. Joe has his free hand twisted in the white material of Eddie's shirt. Other arm sliding round his waist, pulling him closer.
Every furious push is an apology, and a plea and something like a goodbye, though they don't know each other at all.
Don't know each other but it hurts just the same when they let each other go. When Joe leaves Eddie breathing through a reddened mouth, and staring at him with something that looks like regret.
Eddie takes a quick, ragged breath, his hand touches the gun, lifts it again until the barrel is pressed into his chest.
"Now I'm ready," he says quietly.
Title: Snap Judgements
Author: Corona
Fandom: House
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: For
varietypack100 prompt 'parents'
Wilson hadn't quite nailed 'storming into someone's office' He didn't quite have that air of doom and wrath. There was a lot of sweeping, but no wrath.
House raised expectant eyebrows to encourage an explanation for this unexpected sweepage.
"There's a woman outside, crying," Wilson said. He put his hands on his hips. House would some day tell him that this was something only middle aged women did when they were cross and trying to make a point.
It was still amusing though, so not today.
"Well then it's a good job she's out there where I can't hear her, crying is extremely annoying."
"Did you tell her that her son was the anti-christ?" Wilson was using his special cross voice.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because he is," House said simply.
"The anti-christ?" Wilson said dubiously
"Yes."
"And you came to this conclusion because?"
"The fixed stare, the general air of malice, the urge to destroy," House explained calmly.
"Or he could be an adolescent," Wilson said sensibly.
"That's the same thing surely. However if he's the anti-christ he's clearly no longer my problem. Clearly you shouldn't medicate the son of Satan. Someone find that woman a priest!"
Wilson didn't look amused.
Title: Pie
Author: Corona
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG
Word Count: 100
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'writer's choice'
It was very quiet, Mal didn't like it.
Quiet's never a good sign, quiet was just trouble sneaking up on you.
Trouble came in the form of Zoe and Kaylee, quiet-like and too amused.
"What's going on?"
"River just told Jayne he was pie filling," Zoe said carefully.
"I think at some point she proved it with math," Kaylee added helpfully.
Mal considered this carefully.
"Did she mention what flavour?"
"I don't think that came up." Kaylee was smiling fit to bust.
"Uh huh, how'd he take it?"
"He's expressing his unhappiness in his own special way," Kaylee said cheerfully.
Title: Digital
Author: Corona
Fandom: Moonlight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Disclaimer: In no way mine or anything to do with me. I own nothing.
AN: Written for
varietypack100 prompt 'sunrise'
It was barely eight in the morning when Beth thrust her open phone under Mick's nose.
Eight in the morning was early, or late, to be surprised with-
Pornography.
Mick peeled his sunglasses down his nose to get a better look.
"That's a very interesting shot."
"I had to take it at a very interesting angle," Beth told him, but didn't elaborate further, no matter how suggestive Mick was with his eyebrows.
"I don't recognise him," he offered, which made Beth's pout less happy. "Not from that angle at least."
"Funny," she said with a smile and flicked on a picture.
"I definitely don't recognise him from that angle."
Another smile "What about the girl?"
He shook his head. "No, should I?"
Beth sighed. "Probably not."
She twisted the phone round and snapped it shut. She looked a tangled mixture of annoyed and crushed that managed to be cute and amusing. Though Mick doubted she'd find the observation funny.
"There's only so much you can get from digital photos," he offered instead.
"There's only so long you can hide in a bush," Beth said grumpily and shoved her phone back in her bag.
"You hid in a bush?"
"Shut up."