[Fic Meme & Heroes Ficlet]
drunken_hedghog gave me three delightful prompts. I would actually write the Jack/Ten, because I’m a die-hard Jack/Doctor shipper and I *do* believe that Jack wants a relationship with The Doctor (hello, 150 years of UST!), and I would definitely write a fic where Wilson kills House. Without question. I'm actually doing it right now! So, I’m going with three,
[200 words]
“Did you use all the sugar?” Sylar stared at the cabinet and flicked his finger, forcing the cans to move to and fro. He couldn’t find the fucking sugar.
Peter rolled his necked as he entered the kitchen. He hadn’t slept well that night. Sylar stole the covers (because he steals everything.) “No,” he said. “Did you check over there?” He pointed to the other cabinets. Then he poured himself a cup, black.
“Yes, I checked everywhere. It’s not here. How am I supposed to have my coffee with sugar?”
“You could go to Starbucks.” He sat down and reached for the crossword.
“I don’t want to go to Starbucks. Don’t need to spend five bucks on what I should have in the house.”
“Do you want me to go get you sugar?”
“No -”
“Because I can just fly off and get some, if you really need it -”
“Shut up, Honey Bunches -”
“Wouldn’t want you to go all ballistic and blow up the city - or anything like that.”
Sylar turned around, giving Peter a very pointed glare. Peter just grinned, which caused Sylar to decide that he would just have to have orange juice with his pancakes.
*
And! I have yet another fic meme. I stole this shamelessly from faynia. It just made me laugh waaay too hard not to play with it.
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything -- regardless of whether I was active in the fandom or the canon even had an active fandom, no matter how crack-addled it might be -- what would you love to see me that a pass at?”
[200 words]
“Did you use all the sugar?” Sylar stared at the cabinet and flicked his finger, forcing the cans to move to and fro. He couldn’t find the fucking sugar.
Peter rolled his necked as he entered the kitchen. He hadn’t slept well that night. Sylar stole the covers (because he steals everything.) “No,” he said. “Did you check over there?” He pointed to the other cabinets. Then he poured himself a cup, black.
“Yes, I checked everywhere. It’s not here. How am I supposed to have my coffee with sugar?”
“You could go to Starbucks.” He sat down and reached for the crossword.
“I don’t want to go to Starbucks. Don’t need to spend five bucks on what I should have in the house.”
“Do you want me to go get you sugar?”
“No -”
“Because I can just fly off and get some, if you really need it -”
“Shut up, Honey Bunches -”
“Wouldn’t want you to go all ballistic and blow up the city - or anything like that.”
Sylar turned around, giving Peter a very pointed glare. Peter just grinned, which caused Sylar to decide that he would just have to have orange juice with his pancakes.
*
And! I have yet another fic meme. I stole this shamelessly from faynia. It just made me laugh waaay too hard not to play with it.
If you had me under your command and could make me write anything -- regardless of whether I was active in the fandom or the canon even had an active fandom, no matter how crack-addled it might be -- what would you love to see me that a pass at?”