Completed word prompt ficlet things!
So, the first four ficlet thingummies are complete!
Sage, you didn't specify what you wanted, so I chose the fandom and the "pairing" (friendship, don't hyperventilate). Maybe that'll get you to watch the damn show.
Everybody else, I went where the words took me, so you have only yourselves to blame!
Last drabble is House-oriented, and there is a spoiler warning in effect.
Fair warning, kids, here be slash.
Title: Slow Day
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Gen; Wash and River friendship
Rating: G
Words: squid, forceps, jeep, Tokyo, pineapple
River knows it's a slow day on Serenity when Wash is playing with his dinosaurs on the bridge.
She tiptoes closer and closer, watching his every move, dancer's feet silent on the deck plating.
Simon doesn't like her running around in bare feet, but she hid her combat boots under his bed three days ago (along with his handkerchiefs, a pair of forceps from the infirmary, three cans of peaches, and two of her most hated dresses). She knows it is the last place he'll think to look.
She carries a present for Wash in her hands, more a peace offering than anything else, bundled in one of his loudest pineapple and palm-emblazoned shirts (her favorite), that she had stolen the week before. Guilt has finally overcome her shirt-lust, and River knows that Wash is always at his most forgiving and fun while playing dinosaurs.
As she slides into his sight, Wash lifts his eyes from where his T-Rex is apparently laying waste to Tokyo. Those same friendly blue eyes light up when he sees his shirt in her hands. Wash even lets her hold the triceratops (her favorite) as he lifts it from her grasp. His half-smile turns into a full-fledged beam as he unfolds the giant squid from the depths of its pineapple and palm prison.
River grins in answer, settling down neatly to play, and Wash lets her christen the squid Mari. From one of the many pockets on her well-worn dress she produces a much-loved, much-abused jeep, and Mari is treated to an expedition of the dinosaurs' newly-conquered terrain.
The dinosaurs refrain from stomping her jeep, just to show there are no hard feelings.
Title: Changing the Game
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Words: sake, millenium, infuriate, prominent, stuffed
Xander often feels like he could live for another millenium or two, and never learn all there is to kow about Spike. At the same time, he knows that he can't possibly compete with Spike's former lovers, in any way, shape, form, or fashion. Especially when it comes to a certain guilt-ridden Irishman (he of the prominent forehead and the questionable morals).
So it is, one evening, as Spike waxes poetic about a night spent sipping sake with said brooding wonder and the rest of the fanged four, that Xander finally loses it. Incensced, he throws his beer bottle at Spike's head, then yells drunkenly, "Get stuffed, Spike!"
Spike tilts his head in that infuriating way he has, and asks coyly, "Is that what you really want, luv?"
Xander wonders if he hasn't been going about this all wrong.
Title: Champion
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG
Words: pineapple, angst, beautiful, kick, Ireland
"Good morning there, Captain Whiny McBrood of the Flagship Angst," Spike says, nudging at Angel's oversized forehead with his big toe. Angel snaps at the offending digit playfully, and Spike kicks him good-naturedly in the shoulder.
Angel smiles, a horrifying spectacle at six in the morning, and Spike ducks for cover. After a bit of hide-and-what's-that? beneath the sheets, Angel raises his head, canines flashing menacingly.
Spike has no recourse but to make a desperate grab for the room service cart, coming up with naught but a pineapple slice between himself and certain destruction. He shoves it into the big sod's mouth, and Angel spits and splutters at the sudden onslaught of sweetness.
Tickling Spike into submission, Angel finally reigns victorious, biting with relish into that soft, sweet (sweeter than any nectar) neck. "How do you like Ireland so far?" he whispers into his captive's ear.
Spike answers honestly, if a bit hoarsely, "Beautiful."
Title: Pilate
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Foreman
Rating: G
Words: letter, script, red, tin
Warning: SPOILERS FOR EP 3.01 MEANING
There is a tin on Wilson's desk, and in it are the cards and thank you notes that his patients have given him over the past year. In this tin is a letter, written in red ink, addressed to James Wilson, in Eric Foreman's scratchy hand...
Foreman knows House is stealing scripts from Wilson. It's just a matter of what he feels he should do about it. He isn't sure if he even wants to do anything about it.
He won't admit to liking House, but there's something there, a draw, a compulsion, and he hasn't felt that pull since House was shot.
Is the man still the man without the cane? Without the pain? Without the Vicodin? Or is this the real House, more man than monster?
Foreman hasn't yet come to the end of House's knowledge and experience, and there is so much yet for him to learn. He isn't ready to lose the House that he's learned so much from, isn't ready to lose the House that he's based himself on.
Selfish, yes, but he has learned enough from House to know that being selfish doesn't always mean that you're wrong. He doesn't want to lose the man to addiction, either, so he does the only thing he knows how.
It's up to chance, or Fate, or Wilson's sentimentality.
Foreman washes his hands.
Sage, you didn't specify what you wanted, so I chose the fandom and the "pairing" (friendship, don't hyperventilate). Maybe that'll get you to watch the damn show.
Everybody else, I went where the words took me, so you have only yourselves to blame!
Last drabble is House-oriented, and there is a spoiler warning in effect.
Fair warning, kids, here be slash.
Title: Slow Day
Fandom: Firefly
Pairing: Gen; Wash and River friendship
Rating: G
Words: squid, forceps, jeep, Tokyo, pineapple
River knows it's a slow day on Serenity when Wash is playing with his dinosaurs on the bridge.
She tiptoes closer and closer, watching his every move, dancer's feet silent on the deck plating.
Simon doesn't like her running around in bare feet, but she hid her combat boots under his bed three days ago (along with his handkerchiefs, a pair of forceps from the infirmary, three cans of peaches, and two of her most hated dresses). She knows it is the last place he'll think to look.
She carries a present for Wash in her hands, more a peace offering than anything else, bundled in one of his loudest pineapple and palm-emblazoned shirts (her favorite), that she had stolen the week before. Guilt has finally overcome her shirt-lust, and River knows that Wash is always at his most forgiving and fun while playing dinosaurs.
As she slides into his sight, Wash lifts his eyes from where his T-Rex is apparently laying waste to Tokyo. Those same friendly blue eyes light up when he sees his shirt in her hands. Wash even lets her hold the triceratops (her favorite) as he lifts it from her grasp. His half-smile turns into a full-fledged beam as he unfolds the giant squid from the depths of its pineapple and palm prison.
River grins in answer, settling down neatly to play, and Wash lets her christen the squid Mari. From one of the many pockets on her well-worn dress she produces a much-loved, much-abused jeep, and Mari is treated to an expedition of the dinosaurs' newly-conquered terrain.
The dinosaurs refrain from stomping her jeep, just to show there are no hard feelings.
Title: Changing the Game
Fandom: Buffy
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG
Words: sake, millenium, infuriate, prominent, stuffed
Xander often feels like he could live for another millenium or two, and never learn all there is to kow about Spike. At the same time, he knows that he can't possibly compete with Spike's former lovers, in any way, shape, form, or fashion. Especially when it comes to a certain guilt-ridden Irishman (he of the prominent forehead and the questionable morals).
So it is, one evening, as Spike waxes poetic about a night spent sipping sake with said brooding wonder and the rest of the fanged four, that Xander finally loses it. Incensced, he throws his beer bottle at Spike's head, then yells drunkenly, "Get stuffed, Spike!"
Spike tilts his head in that infuriating way he has, and asks coyly, "Is that what you really want, luv?"
Xander wonders if he hasn't been going about this all wrong.
Title: Champion
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: PG
Words: pineapple, angst, beautiful, kick, Ireland
"Good morning there, Captain Whiny McBrood of the Flagship Angst," Spike says, nudging at Angel's oversized forehead with his big toe. Angel snaps at the offending digit playfully, and Spike kicks him good-naturedly in the shoulder.
Angel smiles, a horrifying spectacle at six in the morning, and Spike ducks for cover. After a bit of hide-and-what's-that? beneath the sheets, Angel raises his head, canines flashing menacingly.
Spike has no recourse but to make a desperate grab for the room service cart, coming up with naught but a pineapple slice between himself and certain destruction. He shoves it into the big sod's mouth, and Angel spits and splutters at the sudden onslaught of sweetness.
Tickling Spike into submission, Angel finally reigns victorious, biting with relish into that soft, sweet (sweeter than any nectar) neck. "How do you like Ireland so far?" he whispers into his captive's ear.
Spike answers honestly, if a bit hoarsely, "Beautiful."
Title: Pilate
Fandom: House
Pairing: House/Foreman
Rating: G
Words: letter, script, red, tin
Warning: SPOILERS FOR EP 3.01 MEANING
There is a tin on Wilson's desk, and in it are the cards and thank you notes that his patients have given him over the past year. In this tin is a letter, written in red ink, addressed to James Wilson, in Eric Foreman's scratchy hand...
Foreman knows House is stealing scripts from Wilson. It's just a matter of what he feels he should do about it. He isn't sure if he even wants to do anything about it.
He won't admit to liking House, but there's something there, a draw, a compulsion, and he hasn't felt that pull since House was shot.
Is the man still the man without the cane? Without the pain? Without the Vicodin? Or is this the real House, more man than monster?
Foreman hasn't yet come to the end of House's knowledge and experience, and there is so much yet for him to learn. He isn't ready to lose the House that he's learned so much from, isn't ready to lose the House that he's based himself on.
Selfish, yes, but he has learned enough from House to know that being selfish doesn't always mean that you're wrong. He doesn't want to lose the man to addiction, either, so he does the only thing he knows how.
It's up to chance, or Fate, or Wilson's sentimentality.
Foreman washes his hands.