Drabble-a-thon: Miscellaneous fandoms and crossovers
The last of the drabbles, as requested in the Drabble-a-thon post. This time, crossovers, Jeeves & Wooster, Babylon 5, and Stargate SG-1 thingys; all are exactly 100 words, rated PG-13 at most.
Previous rounds were Star Trek, Star Wars, Snape, Sherlock Holmes, and Harry Potter drabbles.
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For mneomosyne: Snape (HP)/Sherlock Holmes, in a dark alley
One Evening in Whitechapel
"Good evening, Mr. Snape."
Snape hid the Time-Turner and whirled around. "Don't call me that," he hissed.
The man stepped into the light. Tall, pale, his black eyes fevered and restless, Sherlock Holmes was Snape's constant shadow.
"Tonight is the last one, I assume?"
"Yes," Snape said. The fifth Horcrux, the last woman sent back in time.
"The mutilations are inspired if gruesome an addition."
"A necessary diversion," Snape muttered and touched the cold steel in his pocket. "I'll be glad when this is over."
"I trust you'll be back regardless... Mr. Ripper?"
Snape smiled. He rather liked Holmes. "Perhaps."
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For mazily: Jeeves/Wooster, aunts and their cunning aunt-like ways
The Perils of Adventurous Neckties
"Jeeves, you've let me down."
Measured consternation appeared on my faithful manservant's manly countenance. "Sir?"
"When Aunt Dahlia lets loose, wise men climb trees and pull them up after them." I paused for a significant look. "You might've warned me about that necktie."
"I was under instructions from Mrs. Travers not to disparage said accoutrement, sir. Mrs. Travers wished to reserve the pleasure for herself."
"Jeeves," I sighed with appropriate drama. "I fear this calls for retribution, not to mention revenge. Punishment of the medieval, serious sort."
Jeeves almost smiled. "Very good, sir. I look forward to it, sir."
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For mini_snape: Fink-Nottle/newts (Jeeves & Wooster). Sort of. Not quite.
To Places Unexpected
I tossed the newspaper away. "Jeeves, what do you think of Gussie and this American heiress?"
My infallible man of stern chin and feather duster cleared his throat. "Mr. Fink-Nottle's penchant for societally questionable attachments takes him to places unexpected, sir."
I deciphered that for a moment and then sighed. "I wonder if Gussie will ever be happy."
"I could not say, sir."
"I predict many a thrown porcelain plate in that marriage," I decreed. "To be forever happy, Gussie would have to marry one of his beloved newts."
"Indeed, sir," said Jeeves with gravity and got back to his dusting.
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For kangeiko: Bester/Garibaldi (Babylon 5), dark
The Temptations of Telepaths
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Garibaldi."
That earned Bester the usual look of veiled loathing. "Can't say the same."
Bester smiled and glanced back towards the interrogation room. Soon, he'd have Garibaldi in a room like that, except that the door would bear the Psi Corps emblem. In that room, unpleasant things would happen.
"Perhaps next time, it'll be more pleasant."
"I doubt it," Garibaldi said and left.
"As do I," Bester whispered to himself. He could hardly wait; in his mind's eye, he could already see Garibaldi -- naked, sightless, screaming. His.
The job had its perks.
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For azarias: Susan/Talia (Babylon 5), when the voices stop
Hear the Song in Her
The Threshold, Talia called it. It had taken Ivanova months of practice to filter out the voices and the emotions, until all that remained was a song with no beginning and no end.
"What is it?" she whispered, eyes closed.
"It has different names," Talia replied in her smoky alto. "It's... the carrier wave of thoughts. The voice of the Universe."
Ivanova reached out and touched Talia's hand. She could hear the song in her, too, as the core of the love they shared. "It's so... beautiful." The word was wholly inadequate.
She could sense Talia's smile. "Yes, it is."
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For caitn: Susan/Talia (Babylon 5)
Eau de Engine Lubricant
Talia wrinkled her nose. "You reek."
"Eau de Engine Lubricant bothers you?" Ivanova asked with a smile and caught Talia's arm, pulling her close. "Say 'reek' again."
"You reek, Commander Ivanova," said Talia, her voice lowered to a throaty murmur.
"Oh, good," Ivanova muttered, preoccupied with the catches of Talia's jacket and the feel of Talia's lips against her neck. "Bed?"
"The shower, preferably."
"Too far away," said Ivanova and, with a slightly underhanded move, manoeuvred them both onto the sofa. "Better?"
"Yes," said Talia, sounding a tad breathless. "Much better."
"The scent grows on you?"
"Mmm...? Oh yes. Quite."
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For aliciamasters: Neroon/Marcus (Babylon 5), confessions at the Wheel of Fire (during "Moments of Transition")
The Calling of His Heart
In the Starfire Wheel, Neroon felt no pain. There was only desperation; the fire had burnished the hidden places of his mind.
"I was born Warrior Caste but I see now... the calling of my heart--"
He well knew what his heart had longed, but he had ignored it for war and things that meant not a thing now. Things like love... and Marcus.
"-- is Religious! Listen to her! Listen!"
Do not make the mistakes I did, Delenn, he wanted to scream. But the Wheel swallowed him before he could speak and all that remained were his ashes of regret.
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For monzz: Jack/Daniel (Stargate SG-1), dogtags
Stamps of Ownership
"Jack?"
Save for Jack's muffled guffaws, there was no answer.
"Out with it," muttered Daniel. "What could possibly be so damn funny this early in the morning?"
Jack took the pillow off his face and nodded towards the mirror. His eyes were shining with mirth. "Go look yourself."
Frowning, Daniel rose from the bed and went to the mirror. He saw it immediately: on his cheek was an imprint of Jack's dogtags. He turned, rubbing his cheek. "Right. New rule--"
"--all stamps of ownership are to be discussed beforehand? Daniel, I'm hurt."
"Stamps of--? Jack!"
It took Jack two hours to stop snickering.
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For phoenix_starr: Hermione (HP)/Sam Carter (Stargate SG-1), with Harry and Draco tagging along. (Damn this one was hard. ;)
An Astriportatum Gone Wrong
"Potter, get off me!"
Hermione ignored Draco's bellow; her own lumpy landing had knocked her breathless. Said lumpiness was explained when she looked down. "Oh! Awfully sorry," she said and rolled off the woman. "Had a spell go wrong."
The woman, a tall blonde in military fatigues, looked dazed. "Spell?"
"It isn't supposed to look like that," said Hermione, pointing at the vertical circle of water behind her.
"The Stargate?"
Hermione frowned. "No, the Astriportatum spell."
They were interrupted by an influx of armed soldiers. "Sam?" asked the man in front.
"It's another weird... thing, sir."
The man sighed. "Figures. Monday."
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For tpod: Tom Paris (Star Trek: Voyager)/Obi-Wan (Star Wars)
Crossing Galaxies at Quark's
The stranger at Quark's looked out of place -- mostly because he was nursing a Shirley Temple. Intrigued, Tom took the nearest seat.
"Hello there. New here?"
"Yes," said the man. "From a galaxy far, far away."
Tom smiled at the hyperbole. The man was indeed intriguing: calm, wise, yet with an edge of danger. Just as Tom liked them -- except for the beard.
"Tom Paris," he said, offering his hand.
"Obi-Wan," said the man. His grip was warm. "Pleasure to meet you."
Tom grinned and decided he could live with the beard. "So. Obi-Wan. How about a proper drink?"
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Curiously enough, it was the Snape/Holmes that tweaked my imagination most -- such snark potential in our Messrs Dysfunction-R-Us. And that was the last of the drabbles, thank you all for your very inspirational prompts! :D
So. Instead of being a good girl and studying or writing, I've plowed through four books in three days. Granted, it's been Star Wars stuff (Specter of the Past, Vision of the Future, and Survivor's Quest by Timothy Zahn plus Shadows of the Empire by Steve Perry) so not exactly heavy reading, but now my eyes are all blurry and my head's full of Vader and Thrawn.
Must. Write!
Alas, as much fun as tactical-or-otherwise genius characters (Thrawn, Sherlock Holmes, etc.) are, they are effin' hard to write when one is not a genius herself. Agh. The plots and the intricacies, they kill me.
In other news, hires_hunks is love. MmmmmmmmHugo. And to think my Ultimate Matrix box thingamajic set arrived today, too.
ETA: In case you've missed the 29834723 links to it: the new GoF trailer. *makes grabby hands*
Previous rounds were Star Trek, Star Wars, Snape, Sherlock Holmes, and Harry Potter drabbles.
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For mneomosyne: Snape (HP)/Sherlock Holmes, in a dark alley
One Evening in Whitechapel
"Good evening, Mr. Snape."
Snape hid the Time-Turner and whirled around. "Don't call me that," he hissed.
The man stepped into the light. Tall, pale, his black eyes fevered and restless, Sherlock Holmes was Snape's constant shadow.
"Tonight is the last one, I assume?"
"Yes," Snape said. The fifth Horcrux, the last woman sent back in time.
"The mutilations are inspired if gruesome an addition."
"A necessary diversion," Snape muttered and touched the cold steel in his pocket. "I'll be glad when this is over."
"I trust you'll be back regardless... Mr. Ripper?"
Snape smiled. He rather liked Holmes. "Perhaps."
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For mazily: Jeeves/Wooster, aunts and their cunning aunt-like ways
The Perils of Adventurous Neckties
"Jeeves, you've let me down."
Measured consternation appeared on my faithful manservant's manly countenance. "Sir?"
"When Aunt Dahlia lets loose, wise men climb trees and pull them up after them." I paused for a significant look. "You might've warned me about that necktie."
"I was under instructions from Mrs. Travers not to disparage said accoutrement, sir. Mrs. Travers wished to reserve the pleasure for herself."
"Jeeves," I sighed with appropriate drama. "I fear this calls for retribution, not to mention revenge. Punishment of the medieval, serious sort."
Jeeves almost smiled. "Very good, sir. I look forward to it, sir."
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For mini_snape: Fink-Nottle/newts (Jeeves & Wooster). Sort of. Not quite.
To Places Unexpected
I tossed the newspaper away. "Jeeves, what do you think of Gussie and this American heiress?"
My infallible man of stern chin and feather duster cleared his throat. "Mr. Fink-Nottle's penchant for societally questionable attachments takes him to places unexpected, sir."
I deciphered that for a moment and then sighed. "I wonder if Gussie will ever be happy."
"I could not say, sir."
"I predict many a thrown porcelain plate in that marriage," I decreed. "To be forever happy, Gussie would have to marry one of his beloved newts."
"Indeed, sir," said Jeeves with gravity and got back to his dusting.
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For kangeiko: Bester/Garibaldi (Babylon 5), dark
The Temptations of Telepaths
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Garibaldi."
That earned Bester the usual look of veiled loathing. "Can't say the same."
Bester smiled and glanced back towards the interrogation room. Soon, he'd have Garibaldi in a room like that, except that the door would bear the Psi Corps emblem. In that room, unpleasant things would happen.
"Perhaps next time, it'll be more pleasant."
"I doubt it," Garibaldi said and left.
"As do I," Bester whispered to himself. He could hardly wait; in his mind's eye, he could already see Garibaldi -- naked, sightless, screaming. His.
The job had its perks.
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For azarias: Susan/Talia (Babylon 5), when the voices stop
Hear the Song in Her
The Threshold, Talia called it. It had taken Ivanova months of practice to filter out the voices and the emotions, until all that remained was a song with no beginning and no end.
"What is it?" she whispered, eyes closed.
"It has different names," Talia replied in her smoky alto. "It's... the carrier wave of thoughts. The voice of the Universe."
Ivanova reached out and touched Talia's hand. She could hear the song in her, too, as the core of the love they shared. "It's so... beautiful." The word was wholly inadequate.
She could sense Talia's smile. "Yes, it is."
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For caitn: Susan/Talia (Babylon 5)
Eau de Engine Lubricant
Talia wrinkled her nose. "You reek."
"Eau de Engine Lubricant bothers you?" Ivanova asked with a smile and caught Talia's arm, pulling her close. "Say 'reek' again."
"You reek, Commander Ivanova," said Talia, her voice lowered to a throaty murmur.
"Oh, good," Ivanova muttered, preoccupied with the catches of Talia's jacket and the feel of Talia's lips against her neck. "Bed?"
"The shower, preferably."
"Too far away," said Ivanova and, with a slightly underhanded move, manoeuvred them both onto the sofa. "Better?"
"Yes," said Talia, sounding a tad breathless. "Much better."
"The scent grows on you?"
"Mmm...? Oh yes. Quite."
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For aliciamasters: Neroon/Marcus (Babylon 5), confessions at the Wheel of Fire (during "Moments of Transition")
The Calling of His Heart
In the Starfire Wheel, Neroon felt no pain. There was only desperation; the fire had burnished the hidden places of his mind.
"I was born Warrior Caste but I see now... the calling of my heart--"
He well knew what his heart had longed, but he had ignored it for war and things that meant not a thing now. Things like love... and Marcus.
"-- is Religious! Listen to her! Listen!"
Do not make the mistakes I did, Delenn, he wanted to scream. But the Wheel swallowed him before he could speak and all that remained were his ashes of regret.
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For monzz: Jack/Daniel (Stargate SG-1), dogtags
Stamps of Ownership
"Jack?"
Save for Jack's muffled guffaws, there was no answer.
"Out with it," muttered Daniel. "What could possibly be so damn funny this early in the morning?"
Jack took the pillow off his face and nodded towards the mirror. His eyes were shining with mirth. "Go look yourself."
Frowning, Daniel rose from the bed and went to the mirror. He saw it immediately: on his cheek was an imprint of Jack's dogtags. He turned, rubbing his cheek. "Right. New rule--"
"--all stamps of ownership are to be discussed beforehand? Daniel, I'm hurt."
"Stamps of--? Jack!"
It took Jack two hours to stop snickering.
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For phoenix_starr: Hermione (HP)/Sam Carter (Stargate SG-1), with Harry and Draco tagging along. (Damn this one was hard. ;)
An Astriportatum Gone Wrong
"Potter, get off me!"
Hermione ignored Draco's bellow; her own lumpy landing had knocked her breathless. Said lumpiness was explained when she looked down. "Oh! Awfully sorry," she said and rolled off the woman. "Had a spell go wrong."
The woman, a tall blonde in military fatigues, looked dazed. "Spell?"
"It isn't supposed to look like that," said Hermione, pointing at the vertical circle of water behind her.
"The Stargate?"
Hermione frowned. "No, the Astriportatum spell."
They were interrupted by an influx of armed soldiers. "Sam?" asked the man in front.
"It's another weird... thing, sir."
The man sighed. "Figures. Monday."
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For tpod: Tom Paris (Star Trek: Voyager)/Obi-Wan (Star Wars)
Crossing Galaxies at Quark's
The stranger at Quark's looked out of place -- mostly because he was nursing a Shirley Temple. Intrigued, Tom took the nearest seat.
"Hello there. New here?"
"Yes," said the man. "From a galaxy far, far away."
Tom smiled at the hyperbole. The man was indeed intriguing: calm, wise, yet with an edge of danger. Just as Tom liked them -- except for the beard.
"Tom Paris," he said, offering his hand.
"Obi-Wan," said the man. His grip was warm. "Pleasure to meet you."
Tom grinned and decided he could live with the beard. "So. Obi-Wan. How about a proper drink?"
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Curiously enough, it was the Snape/Holmes that tweaked my imagination most -- such snark potential in our Messrs Dysfunction-R-Us. And that was the last of the drabbles, thank you all for your very inspirational prompts! :D
So. Instead of being a good girl and studying or writing, I've plowed through four books in three days. Granted, it's been Star Wars stuff (Specter of the Past, Vision of the Future, and Survivor's Quest by Timothy Zahn plus Shadows of the Empire by Steve Perry) so not exactly heavy reading, but now my eyes are all blurry and my head's full of Vader and Thrawn.
Must. Write!
Alas, as much fun as tactical-or-otherwise genius characters (Thrawn, Sherlock Holmes, etc.) are, they are effin' hard to write when one is not a genius herself. Agh. The plots and the intricacies, they kill me.
In other news, hires_hunks is love. MmmmmmmmHugo. And to think my Ultimate Matrix box thingamajic set arrived today, too.
ETA: In case you've missed the 29834723 links to it: the new GoF trailer. *makes grabby hands*