Challenges: 41, 39, and 55
Title: It’s Only Eleven
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: BtVS/NCIS
Challenge: #41 Coffee
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Buffy notices something unusual about Gibbs.
It's Only Eleven
Tony trailed off as he realized that Buffy was no long listening to him. The young woman who was working with them on their current case had a perplexed look on her face as she studied Gibbs. He wasn’t sure exactly what the company she worked for did, but apparently they carried a lot of weight since the Director insisted they cooperated fully with her.
“Something wrong?” He asked.
“That’s his sixth cup of coffee,” she stated with a frown.
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s only eleven a.m.”
“That’s the Boss for ya,” he said, flashing his most charming grin at her.
Title: Blue Is Best
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: BtVS/Stargate SG-1
Challenge: #39 Jell-O
Summary: Jack visits Buffy in the infirmary.
Blue Is Best
Buffy eyed Jack warily as he entered the infirmary. He had a decidedly chipper air about him, despite the fact she had been seriously injured during her last mission. The man was the biggest mother hen she’d ever met. Anytime any of them got injured, he hovered to make sure they had everything they needed. Sometimes stuff they didn’t need either.
“Have you been harassing Janet again?” She shrewdly asked. “Because if you have and I’m stuck here even longer because of it, you are going to be hurting.”
Jack’s face took on a decidedly innocent look. “Would I do something like that?”
She simply raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe once or twice,” he admitted.
Buffy let out an indelicate snort as she shifted on the bed.
“You wound me,” he said.
“What do you have behind your back?” She asked, neatly changing the topic.
“Me? Nothing?”
“It’s Jell-O again, isn’t it?”
“What would you think that?”
“Because you bring me Jell-O every time you visit me in here,” she replied, resting back against her pillows.
“Only because I care,” he said, bringing his hand around to hold out the dish of Jell-O.
“No blue?” She asked with a pout.
Title: Bad Reputation
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: BtVS/Southern Vampire Series
Challenge: #55 Music
Summary: A night at Fangtasia.
Bad Reputation
The heavy bass thrummed throughout the club and Buffy could feel it resonating deep inside of her. It called to her more primitive side and her body yearned for the dance floor, but it refused to go alone. The music demanded that the dancing be more than a solo thing.
She looked up at the man standing next to her. The only warning she gave him was a mischievous grin before pulling him onto the dance floor with her.
“You are ruining my reputation,” Eric warned her in a low voice.
“Nope, just going to enhance it,” she said, finding a spot in the crowd for them.
“How’s that?” He asked, his cool lips brushing her ear.
“All you have to do is move like I know you can, and the women will flock here, just to watch you,” she purred, moving her hips in time with the music.
Eric’s eyes flashed with desire and as his lips curved back in a smile, she could see that his fangs had elongated as well. His hands pressed her close as he began moves that should be considered illegal. He could feel the crowd watching, but all he could see was Buffy.
By: Polgara (melindoranightsilver@hotmail.com)
Wordcount: 100
Fandom: BtVS/NCIS
Challenge: #41 Coffee
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters.
Summary: Buffy notices something unusual about Gibbs.
It's Only Eleven
Tony trailed off as he realized that Buffy was no long listening to him. The young woman who was working with them on their current case had a perplexed look on her face as she studied Gibbs. He wasn’t sure exactly what the company she worked for did, but apparently they carried a lot of weight since the Director insisted they cooperated fully with her.
“Something wrong?” He asked.
“That’s his sixth cup of coffee,” she stated with a frown.
“Yeah, so?”
“It’s only eleven a.m.”
“That’s the Boss for ya,” he said, flashing his most charming grin at her.
Title: Blue Is Best
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: BtVS/Stargate SG-1
Challenge: #39 Jell-O
Summary: Jack visits Buffy in the infirmary.
Blue Is Best
Buffy eyed Jack warily as he entered the infirmary. He had a decidedly chipper air about him, despite the fact she had been seriously injured during her last mission. The man was the biggest mother hen she’d ever met. Anytime any of them got injured, he hovered to make sure they had everything they needed. Sometimes stuff they didn’t need either.
“Have you been harassing Janet again?” She shrewdly asked. “Because if you have and I’m stuck here even longer because of it, you are going to be hurting.”
Jack’s face took on a decidedly innocent look. “Would I do something like that?”
She simply raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe once or twice,” he admitted.
Buffy let out an indelicate snort as she shifted on the bed.
“You wound me,” he said.
“What do you have behind your back?” She asked, neatly changing the topic.
“Me? Nothing?”
“It’s Jell-O again, isn’t it?”
“What would you think that?”
“Because you bring me Jell-O every time you visit me in here,” she replied, resting back against her pillows.
“Only because I care,” he said, bringing his hand around to hold out the dish of Jell-O.
“No blue?” She asked with a pout.
Title: Bad Reputation
Wordcount: 200
Fandom: BtVS/Southern Vampire Series
Challenge: #55 Music
Summary: A night at Fangtasia.
Bad Reputation
The heavy bass thrummed throughout the club and Buffy could feel it resonating deep inside of her. It called to her more primitive side and her body yearned for the dance floor, but it refused to go alone. The music demanded that the dancing be more than a solo thing.
She looked up at the man standing next to her. The only warning she gave him was a mischievous grin before pulling him onto the dance floor with her.
“You are ruining my reputation,” Eric warned her in a low voice.
“Nope, just going to enhance it,” she said, finding a spot in the crowd for them.
“How’s that?” He asked, his cool lips brushing her ear.
“All you have to do is move like I know you can, and the women will flock here, just to watch you,” she purred, moving her hips in time with the music.
Eric’s eyes flashed with desire and as his lips curved back in a smile, she could see that his fangs had elongated as well. His hands pressed her close as he began moves that should be considered illegal. He could feel the crowd watching, but all he could see was Buffy.