Fake fic meme results! (6 Popular and WMC ficlets)
So, a while ago I posted that fake fic meme that was going around. [To refresh your memories... "Tell me about a story I never wrote, (eg, "The one where Spock Prime and Sarek have tea and reminisce.") and I'll write you a snippet from it."]
Well, I finally finished them! And somehow, two of them ended up involving Truth or Dare. Not quite sure why that happened, lol.
For carpesomediem : The one where Brooke and Sam are all like "OMG, OMG, OMG, why did we do that?"
Excerpt from “Lessons in Subtlety”
“Oh my God.” Brooke’s eyes widened as a distinct memory suddenly returned to her. She turned to face Sam, a clear look of panic taking over her features.
“What?” Sam asked in alarm. “What?” she repeated when Brooke simply continued to stare at her.
It took a few attempts, but after Brooke’s mouth opened and closed several times with no sound coming out, she managed some halting words. “Last night... Nicole... Dad and Jane... Oh my God, Sam, why did we do that?”
Sam was seriously starting to freak out. “Do what? I know we went to Sugar Daddy’s party, but I drank way too much, and the whole thing is still a blur.”
Brooke took in a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself. It didn’t work, though, and she could still only stare towards Sam like a deer caught in headlights.
The brunette snapped her fingers sharply right in front of Brooke’s face, startling the cheerleader out of her daze. “Brooke! Focus! What happened? What did we do?”
Shifting her attention back to Sam, Brooke finally provided something coherent: “We played truth or dare.” She paused, searching Sam’s face for any hint of recollection. “And Nicole... Nicole dared us to call our parents together...”
Sam’s brow creased in thought, as Brooke’s statement started to sound vaguely familiar.
Brooke could tell the exact moment when Sam remembered as well, as the reporter’s head jerked up to stare at the blonde in panic.
“Oh God. We didn’t... Did we?”
Brooke simply cringed and nodded, as Sam felt her face go pale.
There were a lot of ways to come out of the closet, but a drunk phone call at 2am to tell your parents that you’ve gone gay for your step-sister probably wasn’t the best way to go.
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For ralst: The one where Jill and Cindy were trapped in the morgue over night?
Excerpt from “Things to Do in a Morgue When You’re Not Dead”
The silence stretched out, with Cindy practically vibrating with the effort to keep still and quiet.
Jill remained sitting with her eyes closed, trying to think about flowers, and baking cookies, and anything other than the odor which she simply couldn’t seem to stop imagining, given their current location; an odor to which Cindy had provided the ultra-technical term of ‘dead people smell.’
“Are you sure your phone isn’t working?” Cindy asked, unable to remain silent any longer. “Maybe it just needed a break for a little bit, and now the battery will be working again.”
The attorney sighed. “Wow, you managed a full minute without saying anything,” she commented sarcastically. “And yes, I am positive that my phone’s battery is still dead.”
Cindy couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. At Jill’s questioning glance, she explained, “Sorry, just... Your phone’s dead, we’re in a morgue...”
Jill rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “That was lame, Thomas,” she pointed out affectionately.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Cindy agreed sheepishly. “So...” she continued, before pausing to look thoughtful. “What are we going to do down here?”
Jill smirked at the desperateness in the reporter’s voice. Cindy certainly wasn’t the type of girl to stay put in one place for very long, if she could help it, and the idea of being trapped in the morgue overnight was clearly getting to her. The attorney certainly wasn’t a fan of the prospect either, but of all the people she could have ended up with, she figured that she’d actually lucked out pretty well. Instead of answering Cindy’s question, though, Jill first turned to simply consider her temporary cell-mate.
Cindy fidgeted under Jill’s gaze, uncertain as to what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes. Something about the blonde’s stare caused Cindy’s heart rate to quicken, though, and she found herself suddenly wanting something to drink.
Finally, Jill broke the silence, as a wicked grin crossed her face. “How about a game of truth or dare?”
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For demeter94: The one where the OT3 didn't work out in the long run because Cindy wanted Lindsay all for herself...
Excerpt from “The Grass is Always Greener”
“Talk to me, Cindy,” implored the inspector. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
Cindy simply sighed in response. She could never resist Lindsay for long, though, so she added, “I really love you, Linz. You know that, right?”
Lindsay’s concerned frown only got deeper. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not. Of course it’s not. It’s just...” Cindy released another sigh, before deciding to gaze intently at her shoes. “It’s just that I miss Jill,” she finished quickly.
Lindsay felt her heart drop at Cindy’s admission. It was the main thing she had been dreading ever since the blonde had moved into her own apartment; ever since their relationship with Jill had moved back into the realm of “just friends.”
“I know it’s really not fair of me to say so,” Cindy continued. “I mean, I was the one who didn’t want to share you. I’m the reason she’s gone.”
Cindy looked so melancholy, that Lindsay could do nothing but reach out and pull the reporter into a warm embrace. Cindy melted into the brunette’s arms, grabbing tightly onto the back of Lindsay’s leather jacket.
Lindsay could manage no more than a whisper as she asked, “Do you want her to come back?”
There was a long pause - too long, in Lindsay’s opinion - before Cindy finally replied with a soft, “No. I do want you just for myself. What we had going... It couldn’t last.” She couldn’t help but sigh once again. “I just miss her.”
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For zep1980: The one where Brooke and Sam never admit their feelings for each other.
Excerpt from “Pretending to Be Happy”
It was still painful. Brooke had assumed that it would get easier over time, but so far at least - 10 years down the road - it still hurt just as much.
Brooke eyed her cell phone, going so far as to scroll through the names in her contact list. She stared at the name for a while, before chickening out and closing the phone once again. Email was a lot less personal, but it would have to do, since Brooke wasn’t sure that she could handle hearing her step-sister’s voice at the moment.
Dear Sam,
Happy Anniversary! I’m sure you and Vicky have some fun plans for today. When will you two come on out to California again? Anyway, I’m really happy for you, Sam. Congratulations to you both!
Love,
Brooke
The blonde sighed as she hit “send” and watched the email disappear. It still felt wrong to lie like that, but it was the only option. To tell the truth... To admit out loud the one thing that she’d never told anyone... That could simply never happen.
It was all for the best, really.
Wasn’t it?
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For darandkerry: The one where Denise caught Jill and Cindy 'getting it on'...on a weekend... on top of Denise's desk.
Excerpt from “Red-handed”
Jill’s eyes remained closed, even as she frowned at the sudden loss of contact. Through the haze of her arousal, she’d vaguely noticed a small squeak of surprise come from Cindy, followed by a loud thump to the floor, but her mind remained unable to figure out why she was no longer in the middle of having sex.
She let out her own sound of protest, though, as her lover grabbed her arm and violently yanked her to the side, until only half of her body remained atop the desk.
“Cindy, what the hell is wrong with you?” Jill snapped, as she pulled her arm away and managed to sit up. Jill made no claims of always understanding her girlfriend’s behavior, and was often simply amused by the redhead’s antics. But now, Cindy’s inexplicable actions came at such an ill-timed moment, that Jill found herself suddenly grumpy.
When the blonde leaned over the edge to peer irritably and confusedly down at her girlfriend, who now crouched behind the desk, Cindy could only stare back with wide brown eyes and a fierce blush rushing up her cheeks, and point shakily towards the door.
Jill twisted to look over her shoulder, and... Within the blink of an eye, she was down off the desk and hiding right alongside Cindy.
Good God, why had she ever thought it would be hot to have sex on her boss’ desk?
Jill hadn’t seen Denise’s face for much time, but it was just long enough to register the expression of pure shock. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, Jill would have been almost proud of her ability to leave Denise so totally speechless.
As it was, though, she could only cower behind the desk and share a look of horror with Cindy.
Finally, there came the sound of Denise clearing her throat.
“You’re buying me a new desk, Bernhardt.”
The door to Denise’s office slammed shut, and the air remained still and quiet for a full 20 seconds before Jill burst into laughter.
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For kauschi: The one to make Kauschi happy. Sequel to "The one where Brooke and Sam never admit their feelings for each other."
Excerpt from “Learning to Be Happy” [sequel/alternate ending to “Pretending to Be Happy”]
“Brooke? Are you okay? Brooke, wake up!”
“Back off, Spam. You don’t want her to scream when she opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is you.”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s dead!”
“Shut up, Mary Cherry, she’s not dead. We already checked.”
Brooke’s head was swimming.
Swimming in a cloudy haze of thought. Swimming in fragmented flashes of memory. Swimming in pain.
It took a while for the voices around her to fully register. But who were they, and what were they talking about?
Finally, Brooke managed to swim to the surface, her head pushing through that cloudy haze. She opened her eyes.
“Brooke! You’re awake! Are you okay? How’s your head?”
“Her head was probably fine, before she was confronted with the sight of you.”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s alive!”
“Didn’t I just tell her that?”
With a groan, Brooke tried to sit up, not quite successful until a pair of hands reached down to steady her. Still feeling an extreme sense of confusion, the cheerleader slowly turned to face her helper, a gorgeous brunette, who looked so worried that Brooke felt like reaching out to give the poor girl a hug.
It took a moment before Brooke could fully place the girl. “Sam,” she finally managed, proud of herself for identifying the right name in spite of the awful ringing inside her head.
“Brooke,” Sam responded immediately, eyes frantically searching Brooke’s face.
“Hey Brookie.” Nicole peered over Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks for providing a break to this God-awful gym class.”
A sudden flare of memory sparked unexpectedly in Brooke’s brain, as she tried to get her bearings. Unsure exactly where the words came from, she found herself turning back to Sam to ask urgently, “Sam, where’s Vicky?”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s crazy!”
“Takes one to know one,” muttered Lily under her breath.
Sam’s worried frown grew deeper. “Who are you talking about, Brooke? I don’t know anyone named Vicky. You got clocked pretty hard with a softball; you’ve been out for five minutes.” Twisting to look behind her, Sam called out, “Has anyone gone to get the nurse?”
Brooke remained still, trying to make sense of everything. Sam didn’t know Vicky... So Vicky was what? Part of a dream? Hallucination?
The reporter reached out to help Brooke to her feet, as the blonde continued to try to sort her thoughts into place. Eventually, more of the dream/hallucination/whatever it was came back to her.
She felt her stomach drop as the realization of what it all meant suddenly hit her.
Looking towards Sam once again - caring, smart, beautiful, wonderful, Sam - Brooke knew that this was her chance. She’d seen what would happen if she insisted on keeping the truth inside.
“Sam, there’s something I need to tell you.”
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Well, I finally finished them! And somehow, two of them ended up involving Truth or Dare. Not quite sure why that happened, lol.
For carpesomediem : The one where Brooke and Sam are all like "OMG, OMG, OMG, why did we do that?"
Excerpt from “Lessons in Subtlety”
“Oh my God.” Brooke’s eyes widened as a distinct memory suddenly returned to her. She turned to face Sam, a clear look of panic taking over her features.
“What?” Sam asked in alarm. “What?” she repeated when Brooke simply continued to stare at her.
It took a few attempts, but after Brooke’s mouth opened and closed several times with no sound coming out, she managed some halting words. “Last night... Nicole... Dad and Jane... Oh my God, Sam, why did we do that?”
Sam was seriously starting to freak out. “Do what? I know we went to Sugar Daddy’s party, but I drank way too much, and the whole thing is still a blur.”
Brooke took in a deep breath, trying desperately to calm herself. It didn’t work, though, and she could still only stare towards Sam like a deer caught in headlights.
The brunette snapped her fingers sharply right in front of Brooke’s face, startling the cheerleader out of her daze. “Brooke! Focus! What happened? What did we do?”
Shifting her attention back to Sam, Brooke finally provided something coherent: “We played truth or dare.” She paused, searching Sam’s face for any hint of recollection. “And Nicole... Nicole dared us to call our parents together...”
Sam’s brow creased in thought, as Brooke’s statement started to sound vaguely familiar.
Brooke could tell the exact moment when Sam remembered as well, as the reporter’s head jerked up to stare at the blonde in panic.
“Oh God. We didn’t... Did we?”
Brooke simply cringed and nodded, as Sam felt her face go pale.
There were a lot of ways to come out of the closet, but a drunk phone call at 2am to tell your parents that you’ve gone gay for your step-sister probably wasn’t the best way to go.
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For ralst: The one where Jill and Cindy were trapped in the morgue over night?
Excerpt from “Things to Do in a Morgue When You’re Not Dead”
The silence stretched out, with Cindy practically vibrating with the effort to keep still and quiet.
Jill remained sitting with her eyes closed, trying to think about flowers, and baking cookies, and anything other than the odor which she simply couldn’t seem to stop imagining, given their current location; an odor to which Cindy had provided the ultra-technical term of ‘dead people smell.’
“Are you sure your phone isn’t working?” Cindy asked, unable to remain silent any longer. “Maybe it just needed a break for a little bit, and now the battery will be working again.”
The attorney sighed. “Wow, you managed a full minute without saying anything,” she commented sarcastically. “And yes, I am positive that my phone’s battery is still dead.”
Cindy couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips. At Jill’s questioning glance, she explained, “Sorry, just... Your phone’s dead, we’re in a morgue...”
Jill rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “That was lame, Thomas,” she pointed out affectionately.
“It was, wasn’t it?” Cindy agreed sheepishly. “So...” she continued, before pausing to look thoughtful. “What are we going to do down here?”
Jill smirked at the desperateness in the reporter’s voice. Cindy certainly wasn’t the type of girl to stay put in one place for very long, if she could help it, and the idea of being trapped in the morgue overnight was clearly getting to her. The attorney certainly wasn’t a fan of the prospect either, but of all the people she could have ended up with, she figured that she’d actually lucked out pretty well. Instead of answering Cindy’s question, though, Jill first turned to simply consider her temporary cell-mate.
Cindy fidgeted under Jill’s gaze, uncertain as to what was going on behind those piercing blue eyes. Something about the blonde’s stare caused Cindy’s heart rate to quicken, though, and she found herself suddenly wanting something to drink.
Finally, Jill broke the silence, as a wicked grin crossed her face. “How about a game of truth or dare?”
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For demeter94: The one where the OT3 didn't work out in the long run because Cindy wanted Lindsay all for herself...
Excerpt from “The Grass is Always Greener”
“Talk to me, Cindy,” implored the inspector. “Tell me what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours.”
Cindy simply sighed in response. She could never resist Lindsay for long, though, so she added, “I really love you, Linz. You know that, right?”
Lindsay’s concerned frown only got deeper. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It’s not. Of course it’s not. It’s just...” Cindy released another sigh, before deciding to gaze intently at her shoes. “It’s just that I miss Jill,” she finished quickly.
Lindsay felt her heart drop at Cindy’s admission. It was the main thing she had been dreading ever since the blonde had moved into her own apartment; ever since their relationship with Jill had moved back into the realm of “just friends.”
“I know it’s really not fair of me to say so,” Cindy continued. “I mean, I was the one who didn’t want to share you. I’m the reason she’s gone.”
Cindy looked so melancholy, that Lindsay could do nothing but reach out and pull the reporter into a warm embrace. Cindy melted into the brunette’s arms, grabbing tightly onto the back of Lindsay’s leather jacket.
Lindsay could manage no more than a whisper as she asked, “Do you want her to come back?”
There was a long pause - too long, in Lindsay’s opinion - before Cindy finally replied with a soft, “No. I do want you just for myself. What we had going... It couldn’t last.” She couldn’t help but sigh once again. “I just miss her.”
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For zep1980: The one where Brooke and Sam never admit their feelings for each other.
Excerpt from “Pretending to Be Happy”
It was still painful. Brooke had assumed that it would get easier over time, but so far at least - 10 years down the road - it still hurt just as much.
Brooke eyed her cell phone, going so far as to scroll through the names in her contact list. She stared at the name for a while, before chickening out and closing the phone once again. Email was a lot less personal, but it would have to do, since Brooke wasn’t sure that she could handle hearing her step-sister’s voice at the moment.
Dear Sam,
Happy Anniversary! I’m sure you and Vicky have some fun plans for today. When will you two come on out to California again? Anyway, I’m really happy for you, Sam. Congratulations to you both!
Love,
Brooke
The blonde sighed as she hit “send” and watched the email disappear. It still felt wrong to lie like that, but it was the only option. To tell the truth... To admit out loud the one thing that she’d never told anyone... That could simply never happen.
It was all for the best, really.
Wasn’t it?
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For darandkerry: The one where Denise caught Jill and Cindy 'getting it on'...on a weekend... on top of Denise's desk.
Excerpt from “Red-handed”
Jill’s eyes remained closed, even as she frowned at the sudden loss of contact. Through the haze of her arousal, she’d vaguely noticed a small squeak of surprise come from Cindy, followed by a loud thump to the floor, but her mind remained unable to figure out why she was no longer in the middle of having sex.
She let out her own sound of protest, though, as her lover grabbed her arm and violently yanked her to the side, until only half of her body remained atop the desk.
“Cindy, what the hell is wrong with you?” Jill snapped, as she pulled her arm away and managed to sit up. Jill made no claims of always understanding her girlfriend’s behavior, and was often simply amused by the redhead’s antics. But now, Cindy’s inexplicable actions came at such an ill-timed moment, that Jill found herself suddenly grumpy.
When the blonde leaned over the edge to peer irritably and confusedly down at her girlfriend, who now crouched behind the desk, Cindy could only stare back with wide brown eyes and a fierce blush rushing up her cheeks, and point shakily towards the door.
Jill twisted to look over her shoulder, and... Within the blink of an eye, she was down off the desk and hiding right alongside Cindy.
Good God, why had she ever thought it would be hot to have sex on her boss’ desk?
Jill hadn’t seen Denise’s face for much time, but it was just long enough to register the expression of pure shock. If it wasn’t so embarrassing, Jill would have been almost proud of her ability to leave Denise so totally speechless.
As it was, though, she could only cower behind the desk and share a look of horror with Cindy.
Finally, there came the sound of Denise clearing her throat.
“You’re buying me a new desk, Bernhardt.”
The door to Denise’s office slammed shut, and the air remained still and quiet for a full 20 seconds before Jill burst into laughter.
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For kauschi: The one to make Kauschi happy. Sequel to "The one where Brooke and Sam never admit their feelings for each other."
Excerpt from “Learning to Be Happy” [sequel/alternate ending to “Pretending to Be Happy”]
“Brooke? Are you okay? Brooke, wake up!”
“Back off, Spam. You don’t want her to scream when she opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is you.”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s dead!”
“Shut up, Mary Cherry, she’s not dead. We already checked.”
Brooke’s head was swimming.
Swimming in a cloudy haze of thought. Swimming in fragmented flashes of memory. Swimming in pain.
It took a while for the voices around her to fully register. But who were they, and what were they talking about?
Finally, Brooke managed to swim to the surface, her head pushing through that cloudy haze. She opened her eyes.
“Brooke! You’re awake! Are you okay? How’s your head?”
“Her head was probably fine, before she was confronted with the sight of you.”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s alive!”
“Didn’t I just tell her that?”
With a groan, Brooke tried to sit up, not quite successful until a pair of hands reached down to steady her. Still feeling an extreme sense of confusion, the cheerleader slowly turned to face her helper, a gorgeous brunette, who looked so worried that Brooke felt like reaching out to give the poor girl a hug.
It took a moment before Brooke could fully place the girl. “Sam,” she finally managed, proud of herself for identifying the right name in spite of the awful ringing inside her head.
“Brooke,” Sam responded immediately, eyes frantically searching Brooke’s face.
“Hey Brookie.” Nicole peered over Sam’s shoulder. “Thanks for providing a break to this God-awful gym class.”
A sudden flare of memory sparked unexpectedly in Brooke’s brain, as she tried to get her bearings. Unsure exactly where the words came from, she found herself turning back to Sam to ask urgently, “Sam, where’s Vicky?”
“Oh my Gawd! She’s crazy!”
“Takes one to know one,” muttered Lily under her breath.
Sam’s worried frown grew deeper. “Who are you talking about, Brooke? I don’t know anyone named Vicky. You got clocked pretty hard with a softball; you’ve been out for five minutes.” Twisting to look behind her, Sam called out, “Has anyone gone to get the nurse?”
Brooke remained still, trying to make sense of everything. Sam didn’t know Vicky... So Vicky was what? Part of a dream? Hallucination?
The reporter reached out to help Brooke to her feet, as the blonde continued to try to sort her thoughts into place. Eventually, more of the dream/hallucination/whatever it was came back to her.
She felt her stomach drop as the realization of what it all meant suddenly hit her.
Looking towards Sam once again - caring, smart, beautiful, wonderful, Sam - Brooke knew that this was her chance. She’d seen what would happen if she insisted on keeping the truth inside.
“Sam, there’s something I need to tell you.”
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