drabble requests
To stave off the growing madness and give me something creative to do that distracts me from the other creative thing I'm supposed to be doing...
Give me prompts and I will attempt to write you drabbles. Themes, quotes, items, ideas, timeframes ( Read more... )
Give me prompts and I will attempt to write you drabbles. Themes, quotes, items, ideas, timeframes ( Read more... )
Which is of course when the door opens, letting in a breeze and a pair of military-issue boots topped with jeans, a white shirt and a not even remotely regulation haircut.
“I leave you alone for one evening, McKay,” Military Boots remonstrates.
“A little help for the horribly crippled man?” House manages to grit out, choking down the blind fury at the sheer idiocy of his fellow human beings. Military Boots helps him up perfunctorily before dropping to his knees and doing a very rapid once-over of McKay, airways, responses, pupils, and House spots an epi-pen poking out of the top of Military Boots's shirt pocket. “It's not anaphalaxys, he's just a really shitty drunk.”
“I think I've injured my T4 vertebra,” McKay whines, rubbing his back and looking a lot more sober and cogent than he has for the last hour.
“You're fine,” his friend provides, before House can point out the many ways in which self-diagnosing is both stupid and inefficient. “I'll get you some water.”
By this time, the bartender seems to have given up all hope, flopping resignedly behind the bar and watching them all with damp resentment. Military Boots gives him a glare that sends him scurrying for a glass of water, and the combined force of his glower and Baltar's rather overly-touchy platitudes has resulted in something of a second-wind, drinks-wise. House very considerately appropriates the drinks Baltar has poured for McKay and his friend, both of whom should remain sober. Sober-ish.
“Right, we are going home,” Military Boots says, getting McKay up and finally meeting House's eyes.
He gives him a smirk. “Let me guess. Air Force?”
Military Boots quirks an eyebrow but doesn't say anything either way. Nor does he offer a name. House can appreciate wanting to maintain tactical advantage.
“Military brat. I can see the signs.” McKay is rubbing his back again and wincing, and Sheppard keeps a steadying arm on McKay's elbow. “You should really get a liver function test, McKay.”
“What. Why?” It's so worth it for the panicky yelp from McKay and the really quite unimpressed glare from his friend.
“Because there has to be a medical explanation for the way you can't hold your drink. I mean, no-one can be that much of a pussy.”
“I'll have you know-,” McKay's drawing himself up from the tips of his toes, and Sheppard begins hauling him bodily out the door.
“We're leaving. Now.”
“Where are you going, Airforce?”
“A galaxy far, far away,” McKay informs them, deadpan.
Baltar looks up from his drink and smiles. “Sounds nice.”
“Yeah,” Military Boots agrees, as they're heading out the door. “It is.”
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I spittaked way too many times for one drabble. considering I have only half a season knowledge of BSG and I'm a little behind on the other two, this was hilarious, accessible, and really well-written. these three work really well together (now just add Doctor Cox and stir...)
can't this be a real tv show?
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Plus, I went and refreshed myself on House's background, and OMG, military brat, stationed everywhere, asshole, loudmouth, genius, he's like, all the worst and most brilliant bits of McKay and Sheppard rolled into one, and eventually I think he'd hate them both because they're too much like him. Sheppard isn't really Rodney's Wilson, Sheppard's another semi-House. :D
I think if this were a real TV show I would never leave the house.
And do not even imagine House, McKay and Cox together in one room. My head will explode from hot and snark and argh. Argh. They'd kill each other, but we could flog the tickets on ebay for MILLIONS.
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Doctor Cox actually rants about how much he haayhaayhaayhayhaaaaaaaates House in some episode or another, so I imagine there would indeed be carnage. delicious, delicious carnage. gosh, there are sort of a lot of amazing sarcastic fictional Doctors out there. almost as many as there are cocky fictional Captains.
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Delightful. Funny. I'd watch this show every night, if I could.
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