10 Cordy, 2 Dawn //G-R//
Because my internet has been playing up lately ((something about the PPPoE connection)), I have the last three challenges backed up. I hope noone minds me posting them way after the due date, but here they are, from this weeks to the 10 drabble challenge a couple of weeks ago.
title: Busted
author: argante
rating: PG ((slashy implications))
x-over: BtVS/The OC
challenge: "save me, superman"
disclaimer: Tra-la-la-la-la-la, It’s not mine. Tra-la-la-la-la-la, It’s really not.
“Superman? Could you be any more of a geek if you tried?” Seth looked up from his comic, eyes alight.
“Why? Do you think there’s a way?!” Dawn rolled her eyes and flopped onto the empty bed across the room, turning into the pillow.
Why did Ryan’s bed smell like Seth?
“Well, if all else fails? You could run around naked in circles, yelling ‘Save me Superman, save me!’ If nothing else, I’d be amused, and Ryan’d be... well, now I think I know exactly what Ryan would be.”
Seth blushed a rather cute shade of pink; Dawn just smirked.
~*~
title: Cognoscenti
author: argante
rating: G
x-over: BtVS/Tracking the Tiger
challenge: "the joys of childhood"
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.
Cognoscenti
n: a person with superior, usually specialized knowledge
“So, whatta ya think?”
“What do I think about what?”
“Dawn, have you listened to a word I said?”
“Look, Jess, I have more important things to worry about then what tattoo you should get next.”
“I’m Lauren, dammit!”
“Oh.”
“It’s not hard, you know. The hair and nose ring kinda give it away.”
“Sorry. I didn’t look,” Dawn said, this time looking up from her homework to shoot an apologetic look at the violet-and-blonde-dreadlocked girl.
“Obviously. So, what’s your downer then? Calc?”
Dawn grunted in response, pushing her working across to Lauren.
“Variable integration,” Lauren said, only a moment later.
“What?”
“You didn’t calculate your variables right, so now you can’t differentiate them properly.”
“But how... you... you never pay attention in class!”
“I’m a maths whiz, that’s how.” Dawn looked at her, eyes narrowed and doubtful, so Lauren leant over the lunch table, her voice soft.
“When I was a kid, my dad gave me his university maths books to read so I wouldn’t disturb him at work.”
“Oh, joy,” said Dawn sarcastically. Lauren sat back up and shrugged, flicking a long purple dreadlock behind her shoulder.
“At least I don’t have to do the homework.”
“Shut up.”
~*~
series: All Hail The Queen
author: argante
rating: R ((for language))
x-over: BtVS... /The OC; /Charmed; /HP; /LoTR; /PotC; /Merry Gentry; /X-Men; /Southern Vampire Series; /King Arthur; /Tracking the Tiger.
challenge: “10 things that never happened to... Cordelia”
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Please, don’t sue.
a/n: each part on this challenge is exactly 100 words in length.
a/n 2: I need y’all to vote. Tell me which drabble you’d most like to see/think would work best as a full-length story. My muse needs a firm kick in the pants.
***
1.
title: All His Problems
crossing: BtVS/The OC
summary: Cordy never... just showed up on the doorstep.
*~*~*
Friday night, and the Cohen’s were all busy. Seth was geeking-out. Sandy was working. Kirstin was in the kitchen, drinking one of the beers he’d hidden beneath his bed.
And Ryan? He was on the couch, brooding. Or he was, until the doorbell rang.
“I’ve got it!” Maybe it was Marisa with another math question she could do fine herself. The thought made him smile, before he remembered Marisa wasn’t his problem anymore.
And then he opened the door, and found himself wishing that she was. That she was his biggest problem.
It was Cordy.
A very pregnant Cordy.
Fuck.
*~*
end
*~*
2.
title: Animal, Vegetable or Mineral?
crossing: BtVS/Charmed
summary: Cordy never... could identify demons.
*~*~*
“Well... can’t beat the old bio class rule. Poke it. See if it moves.”
“That’s not an effective method of determining life, Cordy.”
“I don’t give a shit, Pheebs. Poke it anyway.”
*sigh* “Ok... it wiggled. And, oh God, I think something’s moving inside it.”
“So, it’s orange, furry and... wiggly? I don’t think that’s in the book.”
“Check the index.”
“I have! I even referenced page numbers... oh, eww. Note to self: stay away from page 69.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“I can’t find it! What the fuck is this shit?”
“Lunch, Paige said.”
*snort* “Your lunch, maybe.”
*~*
end
*~*
3.
title: Two For The Price Of One
crossing: BtVS/HP
summary: Cordy never... was a mother.
*~*~*
“Harry James Potter! I want this room clean within the next thirty seconds, or you can forget about the Quidditch World Cup!” He looked up from his Charms book with a sheepish smile, rising from his bed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, shoving things this way and that into his closet and trunk. It was haphazard and rushed at best, but when Harry straightened and gave her a lopsided smile, her heart melted and she couldn’t rebuke him.
No one told her that loving Remus’d mean loving Harry as well, but she doesn’t mind. There were worse things than being a mother.
*~*
end
*~*
4.
title: A World Without Envy
crossing: BtVS/LotR
summary: Cordy never... had a sibling.
*~*~*
“Your kin or not, Aragorn, she cannot ride with us; the Rohirrim have laws against such things.”
“On this matter, Eomer, I must insist. Do you think I want her to ride into this battle? She will go, however, whether I allow her or not. Surely you understand my position, you whose sister is as determined as my own.”
“Legolas will not like this.”
“He doesn’t have to; he has no authority over her... yet.”
“A detail that will not stop his protests.”
“Just as it will not stop Cordelia from dealing with him.”
“I envy him not.”
“Nor I.”
*~*
end
*~*
5.
title: Life’s Little Challenges
crossing: BtVS/Pirates of the Caribbean
summary: Cordy never... knew a Captain.
*~*~*
There were no two ways about it; Port Royal was boring.
He hadn’t remembered it being this boring during his last two visits. Of course, he’d been scheduled for hanging both times. Nothing spiced life up quite like a challenge.
There weren’t even any bars, either. None worth visiting, anyway,
Absolutely nothing in the entire godforsaken town, thanks to that bloody Commander.
Then he’d seen her, wandering Will’s empty shop, idly thrusting and parrying. Her hair was long and dark and curly, her figure curvy, and her eyes aching for a challenge.
Suddenly, Port Royal seemed more exciting.
More... challenging.
*~*
end
*~*
6.
title: Single Child Syndrome
crossing: BtVS/Merry Gentry
summary: Cordy never... belonged to someone.
*~*~*
”You have to take the robe off.”
“Are you insane? I’m not showing you!”
“Yes, you are. You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Rhys. Best you remember that.”
“You were the one that volunteered to go undercover, remember.”
“Yeah... But Merry, come on! I’m not under any cover here! I’m very much out in the open. I haven’t been this naked in public since I was born.”
“Show me, Cordy.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Argh!”
“Oh, Goddess... no way, Merry. She’s not wearing that in public.”
“Thank you!”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because, Queen Meredith, I. don’t. share.”
*~*
end
*~*
7.
title: Shameless Quote Stealing
crossing: BtVS/X-Men
summary: Cordy never... wore a uniform.
*~*~*
She looked around at them, one by one, carefully taking stock of the different expressions.
Wheels was neutral, as always.
Jean looked vaguely amused, like a lioness watching her cubs play.
One-Eye she couldn’t read, but then again, who could? Hard to see through all that red.
Storm was ‘cynically hopeful’, whatever that meant, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed in front of her chest.
And Logan... well, Logan was smirking. Nothing new there.
“You’re not kidding, are you? You actually wear these in public?”
“Well, what would you prefer?” Logan asked, still smirking. “Yellow spandex?”
One-Eye started smirking, too.
*~*
end
*~*
8.
title: Pensar Y Decir
crossing: BtVS/Southern Vampire series
summary: Cordy never... knew she could sing when sober.
*~*~*
Note: italics denote lyrics, //denotes thoughts//
“Don’t be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.
I may be low or miles high off in the distance, I want you near.
I love you, --”
“Even when I’m sleeping.”*
“Gah! Jeez, Sookie, don’t do that!”
“Sorry... you have a gorgeous voice, you know. I was going to say something earlier, but then you started that song... “
//And you didn’t want to interrupt.//
“And you didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You know, I love that about you. If you think it, you say it.”
//Uh, what? Come again?//
“Uh, what? Come again?”
“Exactly.”
*~*
end
* Lyrics from Leonardo's Bride; Even When I'm Sleeping.
*~*
9.
title: Barmaid Much?
crossing: BtVS/King Arthur
summary: Cordy never... met a Samatian.
*~*~*
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” whispered a husky voice in her ear, strong arms wrapping around her and her back meeting a hard chest as she straightened.
“Wiping the tables down,” she replied, suppressing a shiver at his tone.
“You shouldn’t be working.”
“Lancelot,” she groaned, tilting her head back onto his shoulder. “We’ve been over this, remember? I’m fine. Plenty of women do this.”
“But not my woman. Not when she’s pregnant with my child.” He smoothed his hands over her rounded belly for emphasis, and she smirked wickedly.
“Who said it was yours?”
“I did.”
*~*
end
*~*
10.
title: Viva la Christa!
crossing: BtVS/Tracking the Tiger
summary: Cordy never... spoke Richard.
*~*~*
“So, did you pluck the pickle?” She looked up from her lunch, confused, eyebrows raised in question towards the teenager before her.
“Huh?”
“I’ll knip your meyer.”
“Excuse me?”
“From Christa.”
“From Therese,” supplied the girl to Richard’s left, Lauren. Or Jessie. No, Lauren. Shorter hair, more piercings, no tattoos. She was finally learning to tell them apart; it had only taken her about a year.
“Lifejacket, where’s the cyber spanking your pen pushing pickle promised?” Lauren rolled her eyes, gulping her orange juice and ignoring Richard -- which caused him to turn back to her.
“Have you seen Jaishree?”
*~*
end
*~*
title: Busted
author: argante
rating: PG ((slashy implications))
x-over: BtVS/The OC
challenge: "save me, superman"
disclaimer: Tra-la-la-la-la-la, It’s not mine. Tra-la-la-la-la-la, It’s really not.
“Superman? Could you be any more of a geek if you tried?” Seth looked up from his comic, eyes alight.
“Why? Do you think there’s a way?!” Dawn rolled her eyes and flopped onto the empty bed across the room, turning into the pillow.
Why did Ryan’s bed smell like Seth?
“Well, if all else fails? You could run around naked in circles, yelling ‘Save me Superman, save me!’ If nothing else, I’d be amused, and Ryan’d be... well, now I think I know exactly what Ryan would be.”
Seth blushed a rather cute shade of pink; Dawn just smirked.
~*~
title: Cognoscenti
author: argante
rating: G
x-over: BtVS/Tracking the Tiger
challenge: "the joys of childhood"
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine.
Cognoscenti
n: a person with superior, usually specialized knowledge
“So, whatta ya think?”
“What do I think about what?”
“Dawn, have you listened to a word I said?”
“Look, Jess, I have more important things to worry about then what tattoo you should get next.”
“I’m Lauren, dammit!”
“Oh.”
“It’s not hard, you know. The hair and nose ring kinda give it away.”
“Sorry. I didn’t look,” Dawn said, this time looking up from her homework to shoot an apologetic look at the violet-and-blonde-dreadlocked girl.
“Obviously. So, what’s your downer then? Calc?”
Dawn grunted in response, pushing her working across to Lauren.
“Variable integration,” Lauren said, only a moment later.
“What?”
“You didn’t calculate your variables right, so now you can’t differentiate them properly.”
“But how... you... you never pay attention in class!”
“I’m a maths whiz, that’s how.” Dawn looked at her, eyes narrowed and doubtful, so Lauren leant over the lunch table, her voice soft.
“When I was a kid, my dad gave me his university maths books to read so I wouldn’t disturb him at work.”
“Oh, joy,” said Dawn sarcastically. Lauren sat back up and shrugged, flicking a long purple dreadlock behind her shoulder.
“At least I don’t have to do the homework.”
“Shut up.”
~*~
series: All Hail The Queen
author: argante
rating: R ((for language))
x-over: BtVS... /The OC; /Charmed; /HP; /LoTR; /PotC; /Merry Gentry; /X-Men; /Southern Vampire Series; /King Arthur; /Tracking the Tiger.
challenge: “10 things that never happened to... Cordelia”
disclaimer: Not mine, not mine, not mine. Please, don’t sue.
a/n: each part on this challenge is exactly 100 words in length.
a/n 2: I need y’all to vote. Tell me which drabble you’d most like to see/think would work best as a full-length story. My muse needs a firm kick in the pants.
***
1.
title: All His Problems
crossing: BtVS/The OC
summary: Cordy never... just showed up on the doorstep.
*~*~*
Friday night, and the Cohen’s were all busy. Seth was geeking-out. Sandy was working. Kirstin was in the kitchen, drinking one of the beers he’d hidden beneath his bed.
And Ryan? He was on the couch, brooding. Or he was, until the doorbell rang.
“I’ve got it!” Maybe it was Marisa with another math question she could do fine herself. The thought made him smile, before he remembered Marisa wasn’t his problem anymore.
And then he opened the door, and found himself wishing that she was. That she was his biggest problem.
It was Cordy.
A very pregnant Cordy.
Fuck.
*~*
end
*~*
2.
title: Animal, Vegetable or Mineral?
crossing: BtVS/Charmed
summary: Cordy never... could identify demons.
*~*~*
“Well... can’t beat the old bio class rule. Poke it. See if it moves.”
“That’s not an effective method of determining life, Cordy.”
“I don’t give a shit, Pheebs. Poke it anyway.”
*sigh* “Ok... it wiggled. And, oh God, I think something’s moving inside it.”
“So, it’s orange, furry and... wiggly? I don’t think that’s in the book.”
“Check the index.”
“I have! I even referenced page numbers... oh, eww. Note to self: stay away from page 69.”
“I don’t want to know.”
“I can’t find it! What the fuck is this shit?”
“Lunch, Paige said.”
*snort* “Your lunch, maybe.”
*~*
end
*~*
3.
title: Two For The Price Of One
crossing: BtVS/HP
summary: Cordy never... was a mother.
*~*~*
“Harry James Potter! I want this room clean within the next thirty seconds, or you can forget about the Quidditch World Cup!” He looked up from his Charms book with a sheepish smile, rising from his bed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, shoving things this way and that into his closet and trunk. It was haphazard and rushed at best, but when Harry straightened and gave her a lopsided smile, her heart melted and she couldn’t rebuke him.
No one told her that loving Remus’d mean loving Harry as well, but she doesn’t mind. There were worse things than being a mother.
*~*
end
*~*
4.
title: A World Without Envy
crossing: BtVS/LotR
summary: Cordy never... had a sibling.
*~*~*
“Your kin or not, Aragorn, she cannot ride with us; the Rohirrim have laws against such things.”
“On this matter, Eomer, I must insist. Do you think I want her to ride into this battle? She will go, however, whether I allow her or not. Surely you understand my position, you whose sister is as determined as my own.”
“Legolas will not like this.”
“He doesn’t have to; he has no authority over her... yet.”
“A detail that will not stop his protests.”
“Just as it will not stop Cordelia from dealing with him.”
“I envy him not.”
“Nor I.”
*~*
end
*~*
5.
title: Life’s Little Challenges
crossing: BtVS/Pirates of the Caribbean
summary: Cordy never... knew a Captain.
*~*~*
There were no two ways about it; Port Royal was boring.
He hadn’t remembered it being this boring during his last two visits. Of course, he’d been scheduled for hanging both times. Nothing spiced life up quite like a challenge.
There weren’t even any bars, either. None worth visiting, anyway,
Absolutely nothing in the entire godforsaken town, thanks to that bloody Commander.
Then he’d seen her, wandering Will’s empty shop, idly thrusting and parrying. Her hair was long and dark and curly, her figure curvy, and her eyes aching for a challenge.
Suddenly, Port Royal seemed more exciting.
More... challenging.
*~*
end
*~*
6.
title: Single Child Syndrome
crossing: BtVS/Merry Gentry
summary: Cordy never... belonged to someone.
*~*~*
”You have to take the robe off.”
“Are you insane? I’m not showing you!”
“Yes, you are. You have to.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Rhys. Best you remember that.”
“You were the one that volunteered to go undercover, remember.”
“Yeah... But Merry, come on! I’m not under any cover here! I’m very much out in the open. I haven’t been this naked in public since I was born.”
“Show me, Cordy.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Argh!”
“Oh, Goddess... no way, Merry. She’s not wearing that in public.”
“Thank you!”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because why?”
“Because, Queen Meredith, I. don’t. share.”
*~*
end
*~*
7.
title: Shameless Quote Stealing
crossing: BtVS/X-Men
summary: Cordy never... wore a uniform.
*~*~*
She looked around at them, one by one, carefully taking stock of the different expressions.
Wheels was neutral, as always.
Jean looked vaguely amused, like a lioness watching her cubs play.
One-Eye she couldn’t read, but then again, who could? Hard to see through all that red.
Storm was ‘cynically hopeful’, whatever that meant, one eyebrow raised and arms crossed in front of her chest.
And Logan... well, Logan was smirking. Nothing new there.
“You’re not kidding, are you? You actually wear these in public?”
“Well, what would you prefer?” Logan asked, still smirking. “Yellow spandex?”
One-Eye started smirking, too.
*~*
end
*~*
8.
title: Pensar Y Decir
crossing: BtVS/Southern Vampire series
summary: Cordy never... knew she could sing when sober.
*~*~*
Note: italics denote lyrics, //denotes thoughts//
“Don’t be confused by my apparent lack of ceremony, my mind is clear.
I may be low or miles high off in the distance, I want you near.
I love you, --”
“Even when I’m sleeping.”*
“Gah! Jeez, Sookie, don’t do that!”
“Sorry... you have a gorgeous voice, you know. I was going to say something earlier, but then you started that song... “
//And you didn’t want to interrupt.//
“And you didn’t want to interrupt.”
“You know, I love that about you. If you think it, you say it.”
//Uh, what? Come again?//
“Uh, what? Come again?”
“Exactly.”
*~*
end
* Lyrics from Leonardo's Bride; Even When I'm Sleeping.
*~*
9.
title: Barmaid Much?
crossing: BtVS/King Arthur
summary: Cordy never... met a Samatian.
*~*~*
“And just what do you think you’re doing?” whispered a husky voice in her ear, strong arms wrapping around her and her back meeting a hard chest as she straightened.
“Wiping the tables down,” she replied, suppressing a shiver at his tone.
“You shouldn’t be working.”
“Lancelot,” she groaned, tilting her head back onto his shoulder. “We’ve been over this, remember? I’m fine. Plenty of women do this.”
“But not my woman. Not when she’s pregnant with my child.” He smoothed his hands over her rounded belly for emphasis, and she smirked wickedly.
“Who said it was yours?”
“I did.”
*~*
end
*~*
10.
title: Viva la Christa!
crossing: BtVS/Tracking the Tiger
summary: Cordy never... spoke Richard.
*~*~*
“So, did you pluck the pickle?” She looked up from her lunch, confused, eyebrows raised in question towards the teenager before her.
“Huh?”
“I’ll knip your meyer.”
“Excuse me?”
“From Christa.”
“From Therese,” supplied the girl to Richard’s left, Lauren. Or Jessie. No, Lauren. Shorter hair, more piercings, no tattoos. She was finally learning to tell them apart; it had only taken her about a year.
“Lifejacket, where’s the cyber spanking your pen pushing pickle promised?” Lauren rolled her eyes, gulping her orange juice and ignoring Richard -- which caused him to turn back to her.
“Have you seen Jaishree?”
*~*
end
*~*