3 Ficlets (Popular, Legend of the Seeker, Grey's Anatomy)
Title: Night Swimming
Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG
Word Count: 335
Summary: "You want to do what?!" Brooke asked incredulously.
A/N: Written for kauschi
"You want to do what?!" Brooke asked incredulously.
Sam just grinned. "Come on, Princess. Not too scared, are you?"
Brooke crossed her arms in front of her chest and defiantly stopped walking. "Sam, seriously. We’re in public. That’s illegal. Isn’t it? If it’s not, it should be!"
Undaunted, the brunette simply continued moving forward. "It’s not exactly public,” she replied. “There’s no one here! No one will ever know; it’s just you and me."
"Well... I’m sure it’s cold. And dirty. Or something." Brooke glanced warily around her as Sam disappeared into the dark night.
"Sam, wait!" she called, finally hurrying to catch up.
She skidded to a halt, totally unprepared for the sight that greeted her as she reached Sam.
Sam’s back was to her, but she was already stripping out of her clothes. Brooke found her eyes unintentionally but immediately drawn to the smooth skin before her. Sam glanced back over her shoulder, and there was no mistaking the look in her eyes for anything but what it was -- a challenge.
Shaking her head from the unexpected thoughts suddenly running through her head, Brooke focused back on the situation at hand.
"So what do you say, Brookie? Looks pretty nice and clean to me. You going to join me, or are you going to be a spoilsport who just stands along the sideline?" Sam taunted.
Without another word, Sam turned forward again and strode calmly into the water.
When she’d asked to come along with Sam on her evening walk, she’d had absolutely no idea it would end up with a suggestion of skinny dipping in a nearby secluded pond. If she had, there’s certainly no way she would have left the house.
Still... As Sam lazily swam out into the water, and then turned to face Brooke with a contented -- if she didn’t know better, Brooke would almost say 'seductive' -- smile, there was really only one possible decision.
Brooke grinned and reached down for the hem of her shirt.
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Title: Something More
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 228
Summary: It’s amazing, how the prospects of Kahlan’s love life have gone from virtually impossible to even worse.
A/N: Written for pickledminx
It’s amazing, how the prospects of Kahlan’s love life have gone from virtually impossible to even worse.
She loves Richard, she does, but... There’s something missing. Maybe she’s just a hopeless romantic, but she always thought that when she found the love of her life, there would be more, somehow. More of what, she can’t say. Just more.
That they couldn’t fully be together was agonizing, yes, but as much as she’s tried to deny it, it was almost a relief, too. The thought of being with him -- it may be what everyone believes is supposed to happen, but that doesn’t mean it feels right.
But now. Spirits, she must be crazy. To go from wanting Richard to wanting Cara? From the strong and handsome hero, the Seeker of truth, to a Mord’ Sith, enemy to Kahlan’s people? Yes, Kahlan must be crazy. Crazy and cursed.
To be with Richard meant his enslavement and now... To be with Cara means her death. Virtually impossible to even worse.
And yet. Maybe the “more” that was missing is the motivation to find a way around this curse of hers.
Cara catches her eye and offers a flirtatious smirk. Kahlan can’t help but smile back at the true love of her life. Yes. She couldn’t be with Richard, but that’s all right. She will find a way to be with Cara.
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Title: What If?
Fandom: Private Practice/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Addison/Izzie
Rating: G
Word Count: 267
Summary: What if one day it’ll actually be her?
A/N: Written for shafeferi
It totally surprises her, the first time it happens.
Just a quick flash of long, blonde hair and before Addison can even process what she’s doing, her gaze is whipping around to look and the word is half out of her mouth.
“Iz--?”
It’s not Izzie, though, and Addison turns back around shaking her head wryly to herself. There are only approximately a gajillion blonde women running around LA, so why on Earth would she think that this one would just happen to be Dr. Isobel Stevens?
But then it happens again. And again. She keeps thinking, for one brief second, that Izzie is right there, right in the corner of her eye.
It’s never actually her, though.
Addison makes a conscious decision not to think about what it all means.
She could end it, she knows. There’s got to be someone in Seattle who knows where Izzie is. All she’d need to hear is that the blonde is off living in... Who knows? Chicago, or Atlanta, or anywhere, really. Then Addison would know for sure that it’s just her mind playing weird tricks on her.
She doesn’t call anyone in Seattle, though.
Some part of her doesn’t want those brief seconds to go away. That flash of blonde, the sudden jump in her heart rate, the way the name still comes immediately to mind though she doesn’t allow it to be voiced aloud anymore...
The ‘what if one day it’ll actually be her?’
Some part of her doesn’t want it to end.
Addison makes a conscious decision not to think about what it all means.
Fandom: Popular
Pairing: Sam/Brooke
Rating: PG
Word Count: 335
Summary: "You want to do what?!" Brooke asked incredulously.
A/N: Written for kauschi
"You want to do what?!" Brooke asked incredulously.
Sam just grinned. "Come on, Princess. Not too scared, are you?"
Brooke crossed her arms in front of her chest and defiantly stopped walking. "Sam, seriously. We’re in public. That’s illegal. Isn’t it? If it’s not, it should be!"
Undaunted, the brunette simply continued moving forward. "It’s not exactly public,” she replied. “There’s no one here! No one will ever know; it’s just you and me."
"Well... I’m sure it’s cold. And dirty. Or something." Brooke glanced warily around her as Sam disappeared into the dark night.
"Sam, wait!" she called, finally hurrying to catch up.
She skidded to a halt, totally unprepared for the sight that greeted her as she reached Sam.
Sam’s back was to her, but she was already stripping out of her clothes. Brooke found her eyes unintentionally but immediately drawn to the smooth skin before her. Sam glanced back over her shoulder, and there was no mistaking the look in her eyes for anything but what it was -- a challenge.
Shaking her head from the unexpected thoughts suddenly running through her head, Brooke focused back on the situation at hand.
"So what do you say, Brookie? Looks pretty nice and clean to me. You going to join me, or are you going to be a spoilsport who just stands along the sideline?" Sam taunted.
Without another word, Sam turned forward again and strode calmly into the water.
When she’d asked to come along with Sam on her evening walk, she’d had absolutely no idea it would end up with a suggestion of skinny dipping in a nearby secluded pond. If she had, there’s certainly no way she would have left the house.
Still... As Sam lazily swam out into the water, and then turned to face Brooke with a contented -- if she didn’t know better, Brooke would almost say 'seductive' -- smile, there was really only one possible decision.
Brooke grinned and reached down for the hem of her shirt.
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Title: Something More
Fandom: Legend of the Seeker
Pairing: Cara/Kahlan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 228
Summary: It’s amazing, how the prospects of Kahlan’s love life have gone from virtually impossible to even worse.
A/N: Written for pickledminx
It’s amazing, how the prospects of Kahlan’s love life have gone from virtually impossible to even worse.
She loves Richard, she does, but... There’s something missing. Maybe she’s just a hopeless romantic, but she always thought that when she found the love of her life, there would be more, somehow. More of what, she can’t say. Just more.
That they couldn’t fully be together was agonizing, yes, but as much as she’s tried to deny it, it was almost a relief, too. The thought of being with him -- it may be what everyone believes is supposed to happen, but that doesn’t mean it feels right.
But now. Spirits, she must be crazy. To go from wanting Richard to wanting Cara? From the strong and handsome hero, the Seeker of truth, to a Mord’ Sith, enemy to Kahlan’s people? Yes, Kahlan must be crazy. Crazy and cursed.
To be with Richard meant his enslavement and now... To be with Cara means her death. Virtually impossible to even worse.
And yet. Maybe the “more” that was missing is the motivation to find a way around this curse of hers.
Cara catches her eye and offers a flirtatious smirk. Kahlan can’t help but smile back at the true love of her life. Yes. She couldn’t be with Richard, but that’s all right. She will find a way to be with Cara.
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Title: What If?
Fandom: Private Practice/Grey's Anatomy
Pairing: Addison/Izzie
Rating: G
Word Count: 267
Summary: What if one day it’ll actually be her?
A/N: Written for shafeferi
It totally surprises her, the first time it happens.
Just a quick flash of long, blonde hair and before Addison can even process what she’s doing, her gaze is whipping around to look and the word is half out of her mouth.
“Iz--?”
It’s not Izzie, though, and Addison turns back around shaking her head wryly to herself. There are only approximately a gajillion blonde women running around LA, so why on Earth would she think that this one would just happen to be Dr. Isobel Stevens?
But then it happens again. And again. She keeps thinking, for one brief second, that Izzie is right there, right in the corner of her eye.
It’s never actually her, though.
Addison makes a conscious decision not to think about what it all means.
She could end it, she knows. There’s got to be someone in Seattle who knows where Izzie is. All she’d need to hear is that the blonde is off living in... Who knows? Chicago, or Atlanta, or anywhere, really. Then Addison would know for sure that it’s just her mind playing weird tricks on her.
She doesn’t call anyone in Seattle, though.
Some part of her doesn’t want those brief seconds to go away. That flash of blonde, the sudden jump in her heart rate, the way the name still comes immediately to mind though she doesn’t allow it to be voiced aloud anymore...
The ‘what if one day it’ll actually be her?’
Some part of her doesn’t want it to end.
Addison makes a conscious decision not to think about what it all means.