Drabbles
As offered here. Some have been slightly revised from the versions I left in comments. Fourteen drabbles (the fifteenth turned into an actual story - stay tuned), twelve fandoms.
Enjoy!
Stargate: Atlantis
For roaringmice, Teyla and Ronon.
"We became friends." A stark statement of fact, eliding all the difficulties between Teyla and Elizabeth when they first met.
Ronon's eyes held steady. "I know."
Teyla closed hers. "And now we are to forget her? I am accustomed to those lost to the Wraith, but-" Her voice broke.
Ronon took Teyla's hand, a silent reassurance.
"Was there nothing you could do? To help her?"
He shook his head. "The Replicators--" he started.
"But Rodney? He couldn't?"
"No. And she told us to go."
She had known the answer, but it didn't make the empty office hurt less.
For wojelah, Teyla's introduction to Greek mythology.
"So you do not believe in the Ancestors?" Teyla asked, bewildered.
"There are many, many gods worshipped on Earth," Dr. Grodin replied. "My favorites are the Olympians, from Greece."
"How do you show your devotion?"
"Oh, I don't. Not like that. It's just - the stories are marvelous. Conflict, adventure, human weaknesses made into epic cycles."
"Adonis," Dumais said, grinning. "Greek gods are the ideal of male gorgeousness. Get Peter to show you."
Teyla blinked.
"Greece is the birthplace of Western civilization," Grodin said. "And the source of the Atlantis myth."
Now that was interesting. "Perhaps you could tell me more?"
Jericho
For mswalter, Jake and his mom after the hypothermia incident.
"Here." Gail made sure Jake held the mug securely before she let go.
His fingers were still numb, but at least he was shivering now.
"Want another blanket?"
He shook his head, the swallowed a bit of the soup.
"S'good." His voice was weak.
"Last of the canned tomato, so drink it all, you hear?"
He nodded.
Gail stoked the fire. They'd been rationing wood, but this - she'd come too close to losing Jake, and after just getting him back.
At least Johnston's expression when he looked at Jake had softened.
Some good had come out of this latest catastrophe.
For serialkarma, Hawkins in DC.
Cherry blossom tourists thronged the Tidal Basin, making it the perfect spot for a rendezvous.
Contact met, progress reported, Robert Hawkins headed for home the most anonymous way he knew.
Hordes had invaded the Smithsonian Metro station, wandering around clueless.
Hawkins huffed to himself while navigating the shoals of humanity. A train approached, one he didn't want to miss.
Time ticked onward, counting down toward Armageddon, unless Hawkins could stop the plot.
And he'd promised Darcy and the kids that he'd be home for dinner tonight.
Down the escalator he went. If only the tourists would stand to the right.
Criminal Minds
For shetiger, Morgan and Garcia and phones. It's the small things.
Morgan wasn't normally one for swearing, but this situation rated: "Damn it!"
A sunny voice interrupted. "What's the matter, you hunk of a man?"
"This stupid phone -- JJ thought it would be hilarious if I hear Mambo Number Five every time it rings."
"Oh sweetie, that's cruel and unusual punishment. Give it here."
Penelope fiddled with buttons and tsked.
"What?"
Her face was doom-laden. "Fifteen minutes."
Then she disappeared. Probably in on the joke. She'd come back with -
-- Lady Day crooning Fine and Mellow.
"Oh, baby," he said, enchanted. "You are the best."
"Don't you forget it, darling."
Cupid
For serialkarma, an encounter between Alex and Trevor.
Trevor wanted to punch the smug smile off that, that journalist's face.
Never mind that Trevor was the one who introduced them, crowing inside at his ease in finding a match for Claire.
She shouldn't have told Alex about Trevor's mission. His purpose. His quest.
"How about a Heineken?" Alex asked.
Trevor, horrified, muttered about Silenus' reaction to this modern swill while opening the bottle.
"Here," he barked, slamming it down on the bar. "Drink up."
"Happy to," Alex said, and grinned before he took a sip.
Trevor narrowed his eyes and wished he could summon Ares to get revenge.
Greek Mythology
For tenshinya, Persephone and Hermes.
Mortals thought of the barrier as between earth and the underworld, but that was too simple. The veil between life and death thickened and thinned, and this fountainhead saw it wisp into nothingness.
Hermes waited there to escort Persephone to her mother.
Desiccated soil grew moist where she stepped.
Bushes sprouted verdant leaves.
Birds sang a chorus to her passage.
Hermes held his staff aloft in celebration, and guided her down the mountain.
A pomegranate tree blossomed beside the path, and Persephone shuddered.
"Here, sister. Enjoy your time in the sun," Hermes said.
"But I must always return," she sighed.
Heroes
For cedara, M3 with a Matt/Mohinder first kiss. [125 words]
"It's not like I'm an expert," Matt said.
Mohinder wouldn't accept that. "You've more credentials than me."
Matt's raised brows were eloquent reproach.
Surveilling the mess on the floor, Mohinder sighed and lifted a screwdriver. "All right, where do we start?"
Two hours later, they sprawled against the couch. Matt asked plaintively, "Why did we decide to celebrate Christmas?"
"For Molly."
She would love the multi-story dollhouse. With added science lab. And policeman patrolling the neighborhood.
"Oh. Right." Matt's head drooped sideways and landed on Mohinder's shoulder, a comforting weight.
Carefully not thinking, Mohinder let his lips brush Matt's forehead.
Matt turned, and Mohinder braced for a punch but found himself with an ardent suitor instead.
"Took you long enough," Matt whispered against Mohinder's mouth.
The O.C.
For maudgonne, Marissa. Post-death.
The grapevine brought word to Trey, then he had to research online and confirm it.
Marissa was the first person in Newport to be nice to him. She adopted him like some pet charity project, then backed off once he got his bearings.
He regretted that he'd scared her, that night on the beach.
Then she'd gone to Ryan and fissured his relationship with Trey further, and well. Trey stopped caring what she thought.
The search came back: Marissa was dead. Car accident.
"The driver, Ryan Atwood, was unhurt."
Jesus.
Ryan should stay out of cars. Bad luck all around.
NCIS
For vaznetti, Ziva, supernatural. [125 words]
Ziva nearly tripped over him, hidden as he was in the dark.
A pale, stubbled face turned toward her for an instant, then went back to examining that thing's lair.
"Want in on the action?" he asked.
"It killed …" She couldn't tell him exactly who, because of security, but their names didn't matter.
She wanted revenge.
"That Star of David ain't gonna cut it." His head jerked toward her necklace. "We need rock salt, cedar, sage, and this here knife."
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Name's Winchester. John Winchester. Now come on, and follow my lead."
Afterward, she knew nobody in Jerusalem would believe her report. She didn't send one, but her dreams were haunted by sleepy eyes and a gravel-filled voice for months.
The Pretender
For threewalls, Miss Parker with Jarod.
The Centre isn't like any other office, so why the hell are they throwing an obligatory costume ball to celebrate Halloween?
At least Miss Parker makes a fashionable Lucrezia Borgia.
A wall of scarlet catches her attention - the man is dressed as a Cardinal, and her smile turns predatory.
Maybe he'll help her elect Daddy as Pope.
She snags two goblets of merlot from a passing waiter.
"Drink?" she asks.
His beard obscures his face, but she recognizes the line of his nose.
"What are you doing here?" she whispers.
"I heard confession is good for the soul," Jarod says.
Pushing Daisies
For vonnie_k, libertine.
Although one wouldn't think it, the Piemaker was a libertine of the highest order. Deprived by circumstance from loving touch, he took solace in pleasures of another sort:
The cool glide of flour turning into flaky crust.
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg mingling with apples as they baked.
The beauty of a perfectly-browned lattice-topped apple pie.
The taste of a pie crafted by his own hands, his labor, his care making Chuck smile wide and sigh with bliss.
The Piemaker began to plot, season by season, what he would create to keep her happy.
Next up: passion fruit mousse.
Terminator
For iidoru, my choice.
Her head ached. Trying to think through all the potential crisis points, determine what she could do to stop Skynet's rise - Sarah wished Kyle were here to help her plan.
John began to whimper, fussy for an opportunity to nurse. Sarah could use dinner herself, but decent food wasn't easy to find in this Mexican backwater.
She lifted her son from the drawer where he rested, snuggling him in close and cradling his head with her palm.
He latched onto her nipple and began to suckle, the future savior of humanity. She'd make him strong enough to bear the burden.
Thoughtcrimes
For shetiger, Freya and Brenden. It's the small things.
Freya made a habit of tuning out Brendan's thoughts unless it was a crisis.
Sometimes, though, he projected.
Across their shared office, he was furiously typing a report. He'd planned to leave early for a long weekend, but this morning's staff meeting emphasized deadlines.
Freya slipped out, went to the kitchen, and poured a mug of coffee. Two sugars, cream.
Brendan blinked when she returned with the mug.
He took a sip.
"I couldn't help it," she said. "Have a good vacation?"
"Yeah. I will."
Then he smiled. She didn't need to read his mind to know what he meant.
The last couple of days have been fairly awful, with all-day meetings and migraines and sinus pain and a sore back and massive exhaustion. Plus extra-shrill barking from my puppies. Thank you all so much for your stalking - I really needed the boost. *hugs*
Enjoy!
Stargate: Atlantis
For roaringmice, Teyla and Ronon.
"We became friends." A stark statement of fact, eliding all the difficulties between Teyla and Elizabeth when they first met.
Ronon's eyes held steady. "I know."
Teyla closed hers. "And now we are to forget her? I am accustomed to those lost to the Wraith, but-" Her voice broke.
Ronon took Teyla's hand, a silent reassurance.
"Was there nothing you could do? To help her?"
He shook his head. "The Replicators--" he started.
"But Rodney? He couldn't?"
"No. And she told us to go."
She had known the answer, but it didn't make the empty office hurt less.
For wojelah, Teyla's introduction to Greek mythology.
"So you do not believe in the Ancestors?" Teyla asked, bewildered.
"There are many, many gods worshipped on Earth," Dr. Grodin replied. "My favorites are the Olympians, from Greece."
"How do you show your devotion?"
"Oh, I don't. Not like that. It's just - the stories are marvelous. Conflict, adventure, human weaknesses made into epic cycles."
"Adonis," Dumais said, grinning. "Greek gods are the ideal of male gorgeousness. Get Peter to show you."
Teyla blinked.
"Greece is the birthplace of Western civilization," Grodin said. "And the source of the Atlantis myth."
Now that was interesting. "Perhaps you could tell me more?"
Jericho
For mswalter, Jake and his mom after the hypothermia incident.
"Here." Gail made sure Jake held the mug securely before she let go.
His fingers were still numb, but at least he was shivering now.
"Want another blanket?"
He shook his head, the swallowed a bit of the soup.
"S'good." His voice was weak.
"Last of the canned tomato, so drink it all, you hear?"
He nodded.
Gail stoked the fire. They'd been rationing wood, but this - she'd come too close to losing Jake, and after just getting him back.
At least Johnston's expression when he looked at Jake had softened.
Some good had come out of this latest catastrophe.
For serialkarma, Hawkins in DC.
Cherry blossom tourists thronged the Tidal Basin, making it the perfect spot for a rendezvous.
Contact met, progress reported, Robert Hawkins headed for home the most anonymous way he knew.
Hordes had invaded the Smithsonian Metro station, wandering around clueless.
Hawkins huffed to himself while navigating the shoals of humanity. A train approached, one he didn't want to miss.
Time ticked onward, counting down toward Armageddon, unless Hawkins could stop the plot.
And he'd promised Darcy and the kids that he'd be home for dinner tonight.
Down the escalator he went. If only the tourists would stand to the right.
Criminal Minds
For shetiger, Morgan and Garcia and phones. It's the small things.
Morgan wasn't normally one for swearing, but this situation rated: "Damn it!"
A sunny voice interrupted. "What's the matter, you hunk of a man?"
"This stupid phone -- JJ thought it would be hilarious if I hear Mambo Number Five every time it rings."
"Oh sweetie, that's cruel and unusual punishment. Give it here."
Penelope fiddled with buttons and tsked.
"What?"
Her face was doom-laden. "Fifteen minutes."
Then she disappeared. Probably in on the joke. She'd come back with -
-- Lady Day crooning Fine and Mellow.
"Oh, baby," he said, enchanted. "You are the best."
"Don't you forget it, darling."
Cupid
For serialkarma, an encounter between Alex and Trevor.
Trevor wanted to punch the smug smile off that, that journalist's face.
Never mind that Trevor was the one who introduced them, crowing inside at his ease in finding a match for Claire.
She shouldn't have told Alex about Trevor's mission. His purpose. His quest.
"How about a Heineken?" Alex asked.
Trevor, horrified, muttered about Silenus' reaction to this modern swill while opening the bottle.
"Here," he barked, slamming it down on the bar. "Drink up."
"Happy to," Alex said, and grinned before he took a sip.
Trevor narrowed his eyes and wished he could summon Ares to get revenge.
Greek Mythology
For tenshinya, Persephone and Hermes.
Mortals thought of the barrier as between earth and the underworld, but that was too simple. The veil between life and death thickened and thinned, and this fountainhead saw it wisp into nothingness.
Hermes waited there to escort Persephone to her mother.
Desiccated soil grew moist where she stepped.
Bushes sprouted verdant leaves.
Birds sang a chorus to her passage.
Hermes held his staff aloft in celebration, and guided her down the mountain.
A pomegranate tree blossomed beside the path, and Persephone shuddered.
"Here, sister. Enjoy your time in the sun," Hermes said.
"But I must always return," she sighed.
Heroes
For cedara, M3 with a Matt/Mohinder first kiss. [125 words]
"It's not like I'm an expert," Matt said.
Mohinder wouldn't accept that. "You've more credentials than me."
Matt's raised brows were eloquent reproach.
Surveilling the mess on the floor, Mohinder sighed and lifted a screwdriver. "All right, where do we start?"
Two hours later, they sprawled against the couch. Matt asked plaintively, "Why did we decide to celebrate Christmas?"
"For Molly."
She would love the multi-story dollhouse. With added science lab. And policeman patrolling the neighborhood.
"Oh. Right." Matt's head drooped sideways and landed on Mohinder's shoulder, a comforting weight.
Carefully not thinking, Mohinder let his lips brush Matt's forehead.
Matt turned, and Mohinder braced for a punch but found himself with an ardent suitor instead.
"Took you long enough," Matt whispered against Mohinder's mouth.
The O.C.
For maudgonne, Marissa. Post-death.
The grapevine brought word to Trey, then he had to research online and confirm it.
Marissa was the first person in Newport to be nice to him. She adopted him like some pet charity project, then backed off once he got his bearings.
He regretted that he'd scared her, that night on the beach.
Then she'd gone to Ryan and fissured his relationship with Trey further, and well. Trey stopped caring what she thought.
The search came back: Marissa was dead. Car accident.
"The driver, Ryan Atwood, was unhurt."
Jesus.
Ryan should stay out of cars. Bad luck all around.
NCIS
For vaznetti, Ziva, supernatural. [125 words]
Ziva nearly tripped over him, hidden as he was in the dark.
A pale, stubbled face turned toward her for an instant, then went back to examining that thing's lair.
"Want in on the action?" he asked.
"It killed …" She couldn't tell him exactly who, because of security, but their names didn't matter.
She wanted revenge.
"That Star of David ain't gonna cut it." His head jerked toward her necklace. "We need rock salt, cedar, sage, and this here knife."
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"Name's Winchester. John Winchester. Now come on, and follow my lead."
Afterward, she knew nobody in Jerusalem would believe her report. She didn't send one, but her dreams were haunted by sleepy eyes and a gravel-filled voice for months.
The Pretender
For threewalls, Miss Parker with Jarod.
The Centre isn't like any other office, so why the hell are they throwing an obligatory costume ball to celebrate Halloween?
At least Miss Parker makes a fashionable Lucrezia Borgia.
A wall of scarlet catches her attention - the man is dressed as a Cardinal, and her smile turns predatory.
Maybe he'll help her elect Daddy as Pope.
She snags two goblets of merlot from a passing waiter.
"Drink?" she asks.
His beard obscures his face, but she recognizes the line of his nose.
"What are you doing here?" she whispers.
"I heard confession is good for the soul," Jarod says.
Pushing Daisies
For vonnie_k, libertine.
Although one wouldn't think it, the Piemaker was a libertine of the highest order. Deprived by circumstance from loving touch, he took solace in pleasures of another sort:
The cool glide of flour turning into flaky crust.
The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg mingling with apples as they baked.
The beauty of a perfectly-browned lattice-topped apple pie.
The taste of a pie crafted by his own hands, his labor, his care making Chuck smile wide and sigh with bliss.
The Piemaker began to plot, season by season, what he would create to keep her happy.
Next up: passion fruit mousse.
Terminator
For iidoru, my choice.
Her head ached. Trying to think through all the potential crisis points, determine what she could do to stop Skynet's rise - Sarah wished Kyle were here to help her plan.
John began to whimper, fussy for an opportunity to nurse. Sarah could use dinner herself, but decent food wasn't easy to find in this Mexican backwater.
She lifted her son from the drawer where he rested, snuggling him in close and cradling his head with her palm.
He latched onto her nipple and began to suckle, the future savior of humanity. She'd make him strong enough to bear the burden.
Thoughtcrimes
For shetiger, Freya and Brenden. It's the small things.
Freya made a habit of tuning out Brendan's thoughts unless it was a crisis.
Sometimes, though, he projected.
Across their shared office, he was furiously typing a report. He'd planned to leave early for a long weekend, but this morning's staff meeting emphasized deadlines.
Freya slipped out, went to the kitchen, and poured a mug of coffee. Two sugars, cream.
Brendan blinked when she returned with the mug.
He took a sip.
"I couldn't help it," she said. "Have a good vacation?"
"Yeah. I will."
Then he smiled. She didn't need to read his mind to know what he meant.
The last couple of days have been fairly awful, with all-day meetings and migraines and sinus pain and a sore back and massive exhaustion. Plus extra-shrill barking from my puppies. Thank you all so much for your stalking - I really needed the boost. *hugs*