055, 082: March Amnesty x2
Two more March amnesty drabbles, featuring two very different fandoms.
Title: Murder, She Sang
Author: graycardinal
Rating: G
Wordcount: 200
Challenge: #55, music
Fandom: Murder She Wrote
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Fox own the Buffyverse; Universal and Corymore Productions own Jessica Fletcher. Only the drabble's words are mine.
Caritas’ other patrons were giving her table a wide berth. When Lorne delivered her tea and scones, he realized why.
“J. B. Fletcher, isn’t it?”
“Guilty,” she admitted. “Your clientele is - distinctive.”
“As are - wait, you’re human?”
“Shouldn’t I be?”
“Half the paranormal grapevine is convinced you’re demonic. All those corpses....”
Jessica sighed. “I wish I could explain it.”
“Perhaps I can. Sing for me?”
Five teacups later, she reluctantly complied, her voice rich yet wistful:
“Dancing bears, painted wings,
Things I almost remember--
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December.”*
When she finished, she rejoined Lorne. “Well?”
“Fascinating. Just - fascinating.”
“Do tell.”
“You don’t attract corpses, my dear, you attract innocence - of a particular kind. There’s a touch of precognition in it, and of empathy. All those friends of yours? They’re nice in exactly the way that makes other people frame them for murders.”
“That makes them sound like doormats, “ Jessica objected. “They’re not - not all of them, anyway.”
Lorne set one green-skinned hand on hers. “I know, and they do need you - as much as you need them. Trust me, I know from alone.”
Jessica smiled faintly. “I don’t doubt it. More tea?”
“Of course.”
* "Once Upon A December" from the animated feature Anastasia
Title: Something Borrowed, Something Green
Author: graycardinal
Rating: G
Wordcount: 100
Challenge: #82, stolen & freely given
Fandom: Power Rangers Dino Thunder
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Fox own the Buffyverse; Disney owns the Power Rangers franchise. Only the drabble's words are mine.
Dr. Oliver stared, shocked. “You’re not Kira!”
The powered-down Yellow Ranger shrugged. “I kinda - borrowed her compact-thing when she wasn’t looking. Then that monster showed up, it bleeped, I opened it, and POW!, I went all Spandex and super.”
“Impossible. Or it should be, unless you’re bonded to a dino-gem.”
“Dino-gem? Don’t think so. But there’s this Key thing....”
Dr. Oliver blinked. “O-kay. And your name is?”
“Dawn Summers. We moved to Reefside last month.” She sighed. “I guess you’ll want this back?”
“’Fraid so. Kira needs it.”
“Rats!”
“But this one....” He produced a green morpher.
“Cool!”
“Welcome aboard.”