15 characters, part two
Uh, these are kind of coming in a weird order, because if there are two prompts with the same people in my brain can't not try and much them into a single fic, which is why I plan on writing an epic Moon/Star Trek crossover instead of sleeping. For now, though, have some angry boys bitching at one another.
For tieleen:
Mitchell and Morgause are captured by hostile natives. Who rescues them and why?
The only possible answer to this is that Morgause kicks the living shit out of everyone, because that's what she does. (Mitchell does a lot of vaguely threatening shouting and making himself look big. Morg just rolls her eyes and goes to retreive her sword from the chieftan).
Jim Kirk and Dean Winchester write the Great American Novel. What is it about, who pushes for vampires, and does Uhura edit it?"
"Space?" Dean sounds about thirty seconds away from an aneursym. "You want to set in it fuckin' space? That's not even America, dude."
"Oh, right, because there are vampires all over the heartland," Jim snaps, then instantly regrets in because yeah, they kind of are, and Dean's got the permahickey to prove it. "Okay, but it's not like anyone knows. And anyway, space is, like, the last great frontier. The American people like frontiers. We're a frontiering nation."
"That why you can't read a map?"
"Shut up and make a left."
Dean makes a left, bitching to low and fast Jim thinks he might be feeling the words rather than hearing them. "The American people like space," he repeats, because damnit, he's right on this one, he knows it.
"Yeah, well, the American people fucking cream for vampires."
"By the time we finish they'll be tacky. You're not making our book tacky."
Dean smirks. "You're scared of Uhura."
"I am not."
"You're scared Uhura's gonna think you're a dumbass."
"You're so full of shit."
"She's really into vampires."
"Fuck you."
"That guy from the coffee place? He's one. And I'm telling you, they've ridden the indoor rodeo."
"You're disgusting," Jim says. And then, "seriously?"
"I'd bet on it."
"Shit."
"She'd keep us accurate if we were writing about vampires, is all I'm saying."
Jim feels a little bit like he wants to cry, and a little bit like they need to pull over before that mental image fades. He's leans over and is totally, absolutely about to suggest that, but the words that come out of his mouth sound less like, "I'm going to make you come so hard you go blind" and more like, "They've gotta have vampires in space, right?"
For tieleen:
Mitchell and Morgause are captured by hostile natives. Who rescues them and why?
The only possible answer to this is that Morgause kicks the living shit out of everyone, because that's what she does. (Mitchell does a lot of vaguely threatening shouting and making himself look big. Morg just rolls her eyes and goes to retreive her sword from the chieftan).
Jim Kirk and Dean Winchester write the Great American Novel. What is it about, who pushes for vampires, and does Uhura edit it?"
"Space?" Dean sounds about thirty seconds away from an aneursym. "You want to set in it fuckin' space? That's not even America, dude."
"Oh, right, because there are vampires all over the heartland," Jim snaps, then instantly regrets in because yeah, they kind of are, and Dean's got the permahickey to prove it. "Okay, but it's not like anyone knows. And anyway, space is, like, the last great frontier. The American people like frontiers. We're a frontiering nation."
"That why you can't read a map?"
"Shut up and make a left."
Dean makes a left, bitching to low and fast Jim thinks he might be feeling the words rather than hearing them. "The American people like space," he repeats, because damnit, he's right on this one, he knows it.
"Yeah, well, the American people fucking cream for vampires."
"By the time we finish they'll be tacky. You're not making our book tacky."
Dean smirks. "You're scared of Uhura."
"I am not."
"You're scared Uhura's gonna think you're a dumbass."
"You're so full of shit."
"She's really into vampires."
"Fuck you."
"That guy from the coffee place? He's one. And I'm telling you, they've ridden the indoor rodeo."
"You're disgusting," Jim says. And then, "seriously?"
"I'd bet on it."
"Shit."
"She'd keep us accurate if we were writing about vampires, is all I'm saying."
Jim feels a little bit like he wants to cry, and a little bit like they need to pull over before that mental image fades. He's leans over and is totally, absolutely about to suggest that, but the words that come out of his mouth sound less like, "I'm going to make you come so hard you go blind" and more like, "They've gotta have vampires in space, right?"