Multifandom drabbles
Miscellaneous drabble, written in response to last week's requests. Fandoms featured: Wire in the Blood, Alias, the Pretender, Profiler, NCIS, Spooks and Criminal Minds.
Wire in the Blood
For quixotic, Tony/Carol, kids.
Tony sits cross-legged on the floor, speaking softly to the little boy as they build a Lego house. Watching him from across the room, Carol thinks it's remarkable how good Tony is with children considering how awkward he is with adults.
She corrects herself: most adults. He connects surprisingly easy with Carol; he has right from the beginning. There's something indefinable between them, something strong and lasting. It scares her, just a little.
Tony looks up at her and shakes his head; the boy doesn't remember anything useful. Carol nods. She's stopped thinking there's anything unusual about their silent communication.
Alias
For yahtzee63, Jack/Irina, the winter of our discontent.
There is too much silence between them these days. Before, when she was Laura and he was whole, there was never this silence. Their anger then had been full of fire. Passion. Love.
Now, his anger is colder, more difficult to break. Icy.
She is still fire, her eyes burning into his, trying to melt his heart again.
Slowly, the thaw comes. There is still a glass wall between them and he is glad for the barrier, afraid that in the same room he would not stop himself from touching her.
And yet, in his dreams her kiss is warm.
The Pretender
For hyacinthian, Jarod/Miss Parker, happy ending.
Three a.m. The phone rings.
"I found my mother."
She remembers his desperation on the island, his distress at once again being so close only to lose Margaret. She thinks of her own mother, and how there are memories of bedtime stories and hugs and kisses that Jarod will never have.
It's not often she feels guilty. Jarod seems to have this effect on her.
Margaret knew her mother, she thinks. There are so many questions she could answer.
She hardly dares ask.
Her fingers tighten on the receiver, and when Jarod says he'll meet her, her heart feels light.
Profiler
For m_ravensblood, Jack/Sam, touch.
The room is bathed in soft candlelight, and the faintest scent of roses lingers in the air. The satin sheets are cool against her skin, but that is not why she shivers.
He is sitting next to her, close enough that she can feel the heat of his body, but not close enough that they are touching. She doesn't know how much longer her self-control will last. Already she aches to close the distance between them.
He smiles; this is a familiar game.
This time, she wins. He bends forward to kiss her neck, and she pulls him against her.
For velvetwhip, Jack/Grace, water.
The water runs clean over her hands, but still she scrubs, wondering what is wrong with her, wondering why she's thinking things she has no right to.
Earlier, during the autopsy, she imagined Jack's knife tracing the path her scalpel took. For a moment the body on the table was alive, breathing, bleeding, dying and Grace wondered what Jack had felt as he cut through the flesh.
She still feels nauseous, and her hands have not stopped shaking.
He is in her head now too, and she wonders if this is the way madness lies.
And so she keeps scrubbing.
NCIS
For dani101, Gibbs/Kate, bar.
He watches her at the bar, shoulders slumped, downing shot after shot, and wonders when she'll learn that there's never enough alcohol to forget. It might dull the pain for a while, but she's going to remember tomorrow.
He doesn't want to think about why he can't bear the thought of her in pain.
When he reaches her side, she glances sideways at him, then reaches for another glass.
"No, Kate, that's enough."
"You're not my father." Her words are surprisingly clear.
"But I'm your friend."
She looks at him again, then smiles slightly, and lets him help her up.
Spooks
For honeymink, Ros/Adam, suburbs.
She knows it will never last, this thing between her and Adam. He needs a wife, a mother for Wes, someone who'll be happy to settle in the suburbs and keep house.
Ros is too restless, too used to being on her own. Maybe that's why she went to bed with Adam in the first place, because she knew from the start there could be no future for them. She's never wanted to be someone's wife, someone's mother.
Even so, even though this must end soon, she'll enjoy the affair for a while longer.
For as long as she can.
Criminal Minds
For serialbathera, Morgan/Garcia, popcorn.
"Plain, salted or buttered?"
He looks at the phone in his hand, then shakes his head. No hello, no how are you? Just a random question.
"What are you talking about?"
"Popcorn, sweet thing. What do you think?"
He smiles. "Caramel."
An appreciative murmur. "So you are a sweet thing."
"Don't you have work to do?"
In an instant, she's completely professional. "I looked into the vic's bank accounts. Nothing, nada, zilch. If the guy was into blackmail, he wasn't putting the money here."
"Okay, thanks."
"So, if you bring the movie, I'll make the popcorn."
"Deal. See you later."
Wire in the Blood
For quixotic, Tony/Carol, kids.
Tony sits cross-legged on the floor, speaking softly to the little boy as they build a Lego house. Watching him from across the room, Carol thinks it's remarkable how good Tony is with children considering how awkward he is with adults.
She corrects herself: most adults. He connects surprisingly easy with Carol; he has right from the beginning. There's something indefinable between them, something strong and lasting. It scares her, just a little.
Tony looks up at her and shakes his head; the boy doesn't remember anything useful. Carol nods. She's stopped thinking there's anything unusual about their silent communication.
Alias
For yahtzee63, Jack/Irina, the winter of our discontent.
There is too much silence between them these days. Before, when she was Laura and he was whole, there was never this silence. Their anger then had been full of fire. Passion. Love.
Now, his anger is colder, more difficult to break. Icy.
She is still fire, her eyes burning into his, trying to melt his heart again.
Slowly, the thaw comes. There is still a glass wall between them and he is glad for the barrier, afraid that in the same room he would not stop himself from touching her.
And yet, in his dreams her kiss is warm.
The Pretender
For hyacinthian, Jarod/Miss Parker, happy ending.
Three a.m. The phone rings.
"I found my mother."
She remembers his desperation on the island, his distress at once again being so close only to lose Margaret. She thinks of her own mother, and how there are memories of bedtime stories and hugs and kisses that Jarod will never have.
It's not often she feels guilty. Jarod seems to have this effect on her.
Margaret knew her mother, she thinks. There are so many questions she could answer.
She hardly dares ask.
Her fingers tighten on the receiver, and when Jarod says he'll meet her, her heart feels light.
Profiler
For m_ravensblood, Jack/Sam, touch.
The room is bathed in soft candlelight, and the faintest scent of roses lingers in the air. The satin sheets are cool against her skin, but that is not why she shivers.
He is sitting next to her, close enough that she can feel the heat of his body, but not close enough that they are touching. She doesn't know how much longer her self-control will last. Already she aches to close the distance between them.
He smiles; this is a familiar game.
This time, she wins. He bends forward to kiss her neck, and she pulls him against her.
For velvetwhip, Jack/Grace, water.
The water runs clean over her hands, but still she scrubs, wondering what is wrong with her, wondering why she's thinking things she has no right to.
Earlier, during the autopsy, she imagined Jack's knife tracing the path her scalpel took. For a moment the body on the table was alive, breathing, bleeding, dying and Grace wondered what Jack had felt as he cut through the flesh.
She still feels nauseous, and her hands have not stopped shaking.
He is in her head now too, and she wonders if this is the way madness lies.
And so she keeps scrubbing.
NCIS
For dani101, Gibbs/Kate, bar.
He watches her at the bar, shoulders slumped, downing shot after shot, and wonders when she'll learn that there's never enough alcohol to forget. It might dull the pain for a while, but she's going to remember tomorrow.
He doesn't want to think about why he can't bear the thought of her in pain.
When he reaches her side, she glances sideways at him, then reaches for another glass.
"No, Kate, that's enough."
"You're not my father." Her words are surprisingly clear.
"But I'm your friend."
She looks at him again, then smiles slightly, and lets him help her up.
Spooks
For honeymink, Ros/Adam, suburbs.
She knows it will never last, this thing between her and Adam. He needs a wife, a mother for Wes, someone who'll be happy to settle in the suburbs and keep house.
Ros is too restless, too used to being on her own. Maybe that's why she went to bed with Adam in the first place, because she knew from the start there could be no future for them. She's never wanted to be someone's wife, someone's mother.
Even so, even though this must end soon, she'll enjoy the affair for a while longer.
For as long as she can.
Criminal Minds
For serialbathera, Morgan/Garcia, popcorn.
"Plain, salted or buttered?"
He looks at the phone in his hand, then shakes his head. No hello, no how are you? Just a random question.
"What are you talking about?"
"Popcorn, sweet thing. What do you think?"
He smiles. "Caramel."
An appreciative murmur. "So you are a sweet thing."
"Don't you have work to do?"
In an instant, she's completely professional. "I looked into the vic's bank accounts. Nothing, nada, zilch. If the guy was into blackmail, he wasn't putting the money here."
"Okay, thanks."
"So, if you bring the movie, I'll make the popcorn."
"Deal. See you later."