challenges # 042, 045, 061, 073
Please enjoy.
title: And Don’t Forget the Twinkies
word count: 200
fandom: CSI
challenge: #042 - Five Things
summary: lighthearted after a fashion
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Grissom looked over the list. “A necklace was stolen from the Cochrans. A book and a knife were stolen from the Williams. Another book was stolen from Kubrich. Is that everything?”
Nick shook his head. “Well, except for the box of Twinkies from Kubrich.”
“Obviously an impulse, but why would someone who is good enough to get in and out of such high security instillations without leaving a trace only take these five things?”
“We do know at all the high price items came from the same estate sale, but hundreds of other items were sold and not stolen,” Nick added.
Grissom hmmmed.
*
Giles hmmmed as he looked over his glasses at the man standing in front of him. “Twinkies?”
“I was hungry,” Xander exclaimed. “It was my last house of the night and the spell that Willow gave me takes energy out of the person who is being hidden. It was an emergency.”
“A whole box.”
“An emergency, like I told you.”
“Next time, take your own snack in.”
“Next time, you make sure the newbie Watchers are more informed on what they’re allowed to sell,” Xander retorted. “And there will be no next time clean up next time.”
*
title: Contacts
word count: 200
fandom: Highlander
challenge: #045 - Come as you aren’t
summary: Methos needs assistance and he’s playing the line close to get it
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Methos sat in the corner of the club and walked away from the child he had been flirting with. She had been dressed as Clara Barton and he as Death at this Halloween Bash. She had done her research and actually resembled the founder of the Red Cross. She had recognized him as Death as well even though he wasn’t wearing a cowl and carrying a sickle. Mac would flip if he saw him now. Methos glanced around the club again, wary.
He needed a new identity and someone the Watcher’s had bugged his normal routes, so he had to find someone new. This ‘Wizard’ better be as good as his reputation claimed.
“Adam?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
Methos turned to face a short man dressed as a werewolf. “Yes.”
The man brushed close and pressed a package into the Immortal’s hands. Methos accepted it and handed back an envelope of money. The Wizard… or his flunky disappeared into the crowd. Methos made his way to the bathroom. In a stall, he checked the documents and blinked.
These were very good. Methos couldn’t tell that they were fakes. This Wizard would be a good one to keep in touch with.
*
title: Job Requirements
word count: 100
fandom: Baywatch
challenge: #064 - Fun in the Sun
summary: silliness, sometimes you just don’t have what it takes
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Buffy carried the exhausted kid out of the ocean. He had swum out too far and gotten caught in a riptide. Buffy had been closest and heard the plea for help. So she had swum up behind the boy, wrapped him in a headlock of sorts so he couldn’t drown her, and dragged the boy against the tide and to the beach.
The red-swimsuited lifeguards had taken over from there.
“Wow,” their boss told Buffy. “You want a job?”
Buffy eyed the full-figured females administering first aid. “I don’t think I can fill the... shoes like those you already have.”
*
title: Charm Against Fear
word count: 100
fandom: Sound of Music
challenge: #073 - Favorite Things
summary: silliness
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Buffy glanced through the ingredient list for the spell: Kitten’s whiskers, short length of ribbon and wrapping paper from a surprise gift, snowflakes that fall on the face. The Slayer looked up to see Willow rushing around (or dancing?) and humming a familiar melody.
“Willow, what are you doing?”
“It’s an anti-depression, anti-fear potion. An all-around good thing to have on hand,” she chirped.
“Do you have to sing the spell?” Seriously, Buffy was getting Sweet flashbacks.
“Nope, but it helps with remembering everything that goes in the pot. It’s a fun song.”
Buffy shivered; much too cheerful for her.
*
title: And Don’t Forget the Twinkies
word count: 200
fandom: CSI
challenge: #042 - Five Things
summary: lighthearted after a fashion
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Grissom looked over the list. “A necklace was stolen from the Cochrans. A book and a knife were stolen from the Williams. Another book was stolen from Kubrich. Is that everything?”
Nick shook his head. “Well, except for the box of Twinkies from Kubrich.”
“Obviously an impulse, but why would someone who is good enough to get in and out of such high security instillations without leaving a trace only take these five things?”
“We do know at all the high price items came from the same estate sale, but hundreds of other items were sold and not stolen,” Nick added.
Grissom hmmmed.
*
Giles hmmmed as he looked over his glasses at the man standing in front of him. “Twinkies?”
“I was hungry,” Xander exclaimed. “It was my last house of the night and the spell that Willow gave me takes energy out of the person who is being hidden. It was an emergency.”
“A whole box.”
“An emergency, like I told you.”
“Next time, take your own snack in.”
“Next time, you make sure the newbie Watchers are more informed on what they’re allowed to sell,” Xander retorted. “And there will be no next time clean up next time.”
*
title: Contacts
word count: 200
fandom: Highlander
challenge: #045 - Come as you aren’t
summary: Methos needs assistance and he’s playing the line close to get it
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Methos sat in the corner of the club and walked away from the child he had been flirting with. She had been dressed as Clara Barton and he as Death at this Halloween Bash. She had done her research and actually resembled the founder of the Red Cross. She had recognized him as Death as well even though he wasn’t wearing a cowl and carrying a sickle. Mac would flip if he saw him now. Methos glanced around the club again, wary.
He needed a new identity and someone the Watcher’s had bugged his normal routes, so he had to find someone new. This ‘Wizard’ better be as good as his reputation claimed.
“Adam?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
Methos turned to face a short man dressed as a werewolf. “Yes.”
The man brushed close and pressed a package into the Immortal’s hands. Methos accepted it and handed back an envelope of money. The Wizard… or his flunky disappeared into the crowd. Methos made his way to the bathroom. In a stall, he checked the documents and blinked.
These were very good. Methos couldn’t tell that they were fakes. This Wizard would be a good one to keep in touch with.
*
title: Job Requirements
word count: 100
fandom: Baywatch
challenge: #064 - Fun in the Sun
summary: silliness, sometimes you just don’t have what it takes
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Buffy carried the exhausted kid out of the ocean. He had swum out too far and gotten caught in a riptide. Buffy had been closest and heard the plea for help. So she had swum up behind the boy, wrapped him in a headlock of sorts so he couldn’t drown her, and dragged the boy against the tide and to the beach.
The red-swimsuited lifeguards had taken over from there.
“Wow,” their boss told Buffy. “You want a job?”
Buffy eyed the full-figured females administering first aid. “I don’t think I can fill the... shoes like those you already have.”
*
title: Charm Against Fear
word count: 100
fandom: Sound of Music
challenge: #073 - Favorite Things
summary: silliness
author: PaBurke
disclaimer: I own nothing and gain no money from these few words
Buffy glanced through the ingredient list for the spell: Kitten’s whiskers, short length of ribbon and wrapping paper from a surprise gift, snowflakes that fall on the face. The Slayer looked up to see Willow rushing around (or dancing?) and humming a familiar melody.
“Willow, what are you doing?”
“It’s an anti-depression, anti-fear potion. An all-around good thing to have on hand,” she chirped.
“Do you have to sing the spell?” Seriously, Buffy was getting Sweet flashbacks.
“Nope, but it helps with remembering everything that goes in the pot. It’s a fun song.”
Buffy shivered; much too cheerful for her.
*