Various Popular Drabbles/Ficlets
Yep, another femslash_land challenge!
Click on the links for a bunch of Popular drabbles/ficlets. They're all un-related, not necessarily part of the same timeline.
Title:The Exam
Prompt: 002 Final
Rating: PG
Word count: 394
Sam walked into class and the nervous feeling she’d had in the pit of her stomach since breakfast suddenly became clear.
Shit.
It was the day of their final exam in biology, and Sam hadn’t studied at all.
She moved quickly over to her desk (Brooke ignored her, as usual) and began anxiously chewing on her fingernails.
Bio Glass walked in, looking particularly gleeful. “Okay, class,” she called out. “Put your various writing utensils away, we’re doing things a little different this time! You’ll each get one question; you have to come up in front of the class to solve it. Get it right? You pass! Get it wrong? You fail!” She tried (barely), but couldn’t manage to hold back a maniacal laugh. “This is gonna be great!”
Sam couldn’t believe it. Not only was she going to fail, but she had to do it while humiliating herself in front of the whole class? Fantastic.
One by one, students got called up, but Sam was so nervous, she could barely pay attention.
Brooke did perfectly, though, of course. Sam did manage to notice that much.
Finally, Sam’s turn arrived. On shaky legs, she just barely managed to make it up to the front of the room, awaiting her fate.
“Miss McPherson,” Bio Glass began. “Are you, or are you not, in love with Miss McQueen?”
Sam merely blinked.
“Wh- What?”
“You heard me, McPherson! Now come on, your grade is on the line, here!”
She couldn’t have heard right. No. Impossible. Sam risked a glance over towards Brooke. The blonde didn’t seem too concerned about the question, but her eyes wouldn’t leave Sam.
Sam began to sweat... What should she do? What could she do? Brooke was no help, there was no indication of what kind of answer Brooke wanted.
“We’re all waiting, McPherson!” Glass called out again.
Sam couldn’t help it, she started to feel the panic well up inside her and start to push its way out. What the hell kind of exam was this?!
Sam opened her mouth to answer...
Sam opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling. Her heart was racing way faster than it should be.
A dream.
Sam exhaled. Just a dream.
Still, she couldn’t stop hearing Bio Glass’ question echoing around her head.
Are you, or are you not, in love with Miss McQueen?
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Title: Pretty
Prompt: 003 Numb
Rating: PG
Word count: 162
“Well, Princess? How do you feel?”
How does she feel? Brooke tries to think. Thinking is hard.
She remains silent, waiting for the pieces to click together. The loopy feeling, the numb tingling in her mouth, the fuzziness in her head...
“Sam!” she exclaims. “They took my wisdom!”
Sam chuckles. “Your wisdom teeth, Brooke, yes.”
Brooke finds this oddly hilarious, and can’t stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. It proves infectious, as Sam smiles back.
“Pretty smile,” Brooke admits out loud. Whatever drugs she’s on have stolen her normal sense of control.
Sam’s smile disappears.
“What?” she asks meekly.
“Pretty smile, pretty girl,” Brooke explains. “You’re pretty,” she continues after a beat, as if to ensure that her point gets across.
Brooke feels like there’s more she wants to say, but she can’t quite remember. Instead, she mumbles a quiet, “Good night, pretty girl,” before she slips back into sleep, leaving behind a very confused (but newly hopeful) Sam.
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Title: Learning To Fly
Prompt: 004 Broken Wings
Rating: PG
Word count: 206
Take these broken wings...
By the time Brooke finishes being angry at the world, she’s too tired to feel much of anything else. Her therapist tells her she needs to move on, but seriously? Brooke thinks she deserves some time to sulk, after her supposed best friend (ex-best friend) almost succeeds in turning her into road kill.
It turns out that Sam, of all people, is the only one who doesn’t try to get Brooke to do something she’s not ready to do. That Sam, of all people, is the only one that Brooke really wants to see anymore.
So when she’s reached the end of a particularly long and painful day, and even Sam feels the brunt of Brooke’s anger before the brunette manages to calm her down and get her to relax, it’s really only meant as a ‘thank you’ when Brooke leans over to leave a gentle kiss on Sam’s cheek. Except, what starts out as a thank you soon turns into something more, and Brooke finally admits to herself that this is what she’s wanted for a really long time.
Maybe it takes nearly getting killed by her (ex) best friend to make Brooke realize what really matters.
...and learn to fly.
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Title: Keeping the Beat
Prompt: 009 Heartbeat
Rating: PG
Word count: 143
Sam was never that good at keeping rhythm, but she finds herself tapping out a steady beat almost everywhere she goes. Tapping her foot, or the pencil in her hand, or drumming her fingers on any surface available.
She doesn’t even really notice that she’s doing it until Harrison points it out. Even after he does, though, she can’t quite figure out what the rhythm is, or why she can’t seem to stop.
She doesn’t realize until that afternoon, that is, when she makes her daily stop by the hospital.
She’s tapping out the beat of Brooke’s heart; she’s been listening to the heart monitor for long enough that the rhythm is now stuck deep in her head.
So she sits, and she waits, and she taps along to the beeping sound, killing time until the moment when Brooke will finally wake up.
Click on the links for a bunch of Popular drabbles/ficlets. They're all un-related, not necessarily part of the same timeline.
Title:The Exam
Prompt: 002 Final
Rating: PG
Word count: 394
Sam walked into class and the nervous feeling she’d had in the pit of her stomach since breakfast suddenly became clear.
Shit.
It was the day of their final exam in biology, and Sam hadn’t studied at all.
She moved quickly over to her desk (Brooke ignored her, as usual) and began anxiously chewing on her fingernails.
Bio Glass walked in, looking particularly gleeful. “Okay, class,” she called out. “Put your various writing utensils away, we’re doing things a little different this time! You’ll each get one question; you have to come up in front of the class to solve it. Get it right? You pass! Get it wrong? You fail!” She tried (barely), but couldn’t manage to hold back a maniacal laugh. “This is gonna be great!”
Sam couldn’t believe it. Not only was she going to fail, but she had to do it while humiliating herself in front of the whole class? Fantastic.
One by one, students got called up, but Sam was so nervous, she could barely pay attention.
Brooke did perfectly, though, of course. Sam did manage to notice that much.
Finally, Sam’s turn arrived. On shaky legs, she just barely managed to make it up to the front of the room, awaiting her fate.
“Miss McPherson,” Bio Glass began. “Are you, or are you not, in love with Miss McQueen?”
Sam merely blinked.
“Wh- What?”
“You heard me, McPherson! Now come on, your grade is on the line, here!”
She couldn’t have heard right. No. Impossible. Sam risked a glance over towards Brooke. The blonde didn’t seem too concerned about the question, but her eyes wouldn’t leave Sam.
Sam began to sweat... What should she do? What could she do? Brooke was no help, there was no indication of what kind of answer Brooke wanted.
“We’re all waiting, McPherson!” Glass called out again.
Sam couldn’t help it, she started to feel the panic well up inside her and start to push its way out. What the hell kind of exam was this?!
Sam opened her mouth to answer...
Sam opened her eyes and found herself staring at the ceiling. Her heart was racing way faster than it should be.
A dream.
Sam exhaled. Just a dream.
Still, she couldn’t stop hearing Bio Glass’ question echoing around her head.
Are you, or are you not, in love with Miss McQueen?
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Title: Pretty
Prompt: 003 Numb
Rating: PG
Word count: 162
“Well, Princess? How do you feel?”
How does she feel? Brooke tries to think. Thinking is hard.
She remains silent, waiting for the pieces to click together. The loopy feeling, the numb tingling in her mouth, the fuzziness in her head...
“Sam!” she exclaims. “They took my wisdom!”
Sam chuckles. “Your wisdom teeth, Brooke, yes.”
Brooke finds this oddly hilarious, and can’t stop the huge grin from spreading across her face. It proves infectious, as Sam smiles back.
“Pretty smile,” Brooke admits out loud. Whatever drugs she’s on have stolen her normal sense of control.
Sam’s smile disappears.
“What?” she asks meekly.
“Pretty smile, pretty girl,” Brooke explains. “You’re pretty,” she continues after a beat, as if to ensure that her point gets across.
Brooke feels like there’s more she wants to say, but she can’t quite remember. Instead, she mumbles a quiet, “Good night, pretty girl,” before she slips back into sleep, leaving behind a very confused (but newly hopeful) Sam.
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Title: Learning To Fly
Prompt: 004 Broken Wings
Rating: PG
Word count: 206
Take these broken wings...
By the time Brooke finishes being angry at the world, she’s too tired to feel much of anything else. Her therapist tells her she needs to move on, but seriously? Brooke thinks she deserves some time to sulk, after her supposed best friend (ex-best friend) almost succeeds in turning her into road kill.
It turns out that Sam, of all people, is the only one who doesn’t try to get Brooke to do something she’s not ready to do. That Sam, of all people, is the only one that Brooke really wants to see anymore.
So when she’s reached the end of a particularly long and painful day, and even Sam feels the brunt of Brooke’s anger before the brunette manages to calm her down and get her to relax, it’s really only meant as a ‘thank you’ when Brooke leans over to leave a gentle kiss on Sam’s cheek. Except, what starts out as a thank you soon turns into something more, and Brooke finally admits to herself that this is what she’s wanted for a really long time.
Maybe it takes nearly getting killed by her (ex) best friend to make Brooke realize what really matters.
...and learn to fly.
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Title: Keeping the Beat
Prompt: 009 Heartbeat
Rating: PG
Word count: 143
Sam was never that good at keeping rhythm, but she finds herself tapping out a steady beat almost everywhere she goes. Tapping her foot, or the pencil in her hand, or drumming her fingers on any surface available.
She doesn’t even really notice that she’s doing it until Harrison points it out. Even after he does, though, she can’t quite figure out what the rhythm is, or why she can’t seem to stop.
She doesn’t realize until that afternoon, that is, when she makes her daily stop by the hospital.
She’s tapping out the beat of Brooke’s heart; she’s been listening to the heart monitor for long enough that the rhythm is now stuck deep in her head.
So she sits, and she waits, and she taps along to the beeping sound, killing time until the moment when Brooke will finally wake up.