GL Drabble - Foiling the Foil
Title: GL Drabble - Foiling the Foil
Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Olivia Spencer/Natalia Rivera, Rafe Rivera, plus Special Guests
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: An alternative ending for 12th June 2009 episode
Standard Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thanks to the Boards and Podcasts etc. for added inspiration. You’re all so damn entertaining!
Foiling the Foil - 260 words
Rafe is making his way around the side of the farmhouse when he hears a rustle in the trees above him. He looks up in time to see them descend, a flash of purple before the sack comes down over his head.
Then blackness.
“Hey, what the f- “
Someone clamps a hand over his mouth.
“Mmmphhfff!” he struggles.
“Someone put The Pinch on him!” one voice suggests.
“Wrong TV show, genius,” another snarks back.
“Shhh! Just keep him quiet,” says a deeper voice of unmistakable authority. “And keep still.”
And the next thing he knows, he’s pretty sure someone is sitting on him.
In the following quiet, he hears familiar voices, distant, but clear.
“...you can stuff me with enough popcorn, I like it.”
“Popcorn?” he thinks. “Not corn on the cob?” He’s actually disappointed. He likes corn.
“Doesn’t really go with champagne and cider though...” she continues.
“I can’t believe you got champagne!”
“I wanted it to be special.”
He can hear the sincerity in Olivia’s voice.
“Let’s pour some! Let’s pour some right now...”
“...here, take this one.”
He hears the clinking of glass, and fizzling and giggling...
“Have some champagne.”
Was that his mother’s voice?!?
And one by one his captors THUD to the ground around him.
Scrambling to get free, he shoves the dead weight off of himself and pulls the sack from over his head just in time to see his mother, who’s lips are fused to Olivia’s at this point, grab a handful of ass.
He pulls the sack back over his head.
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Author: wICKEDjOY
Characters: Olivia Spencer/Natalia Rivera, Rafe Rivera, plus Special Guests
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: An alternative ending for 12th June 2009 episode
Standard Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libellous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
A/N: Thanks to the Boards and Podcasts etc. for added inspiration. You’re all so damn entertaining!
Foiling the Foil - 260 words
Rafe is making his way around the side of the farmhouse when he hears a rustle in the trees above him. He looks up in time to see them descend, a flash of purple before the sack comes down over his head.
Then blackness.
“Hey, what the f- “
Someone clamps a hand over his mouth.
“Mmmphhfff!” he struggles.
“Someone put The Pinch on him!” one voice suggests.
“Wrong TV show, genius,” another snarks back.
“Shhh! Just keep him quiet,” says a deeper voice of unmistakable authority. “And keep still.”
And the next thing he knows, he’s pretty sure someone is sitting on him.
In the following quiet, he hears familiar voices, distant, but clear.
“...you can stuff me with enough popcorn, I like it.”
“Popcorn?” he thinks. “Not corn on the cob?” He’s actually disappointed. He likes corn.
“Doesn’t really go with champagne and cider though...” she continues.
“I can’t believe you got champagne!”
“I wanted it to be special.”
He can hear the sincerity in Olivia’s voice.
“Let’s pour some! Let’s pour some right now...”
“...here, take this one.”
He hears the clinking of glass, and fizzling and giggling...
“Have some champagne.”
Was that his mother’s voice?!?
And one by one his captors THUD to the ground around him.
Scrambling to get free, he shoves the dead weight off of himself and pulls the sack from over his head just in time to see his mother, who’s lips are fused to Olivia’s at this point, grab a handful of ass.
He pulls the sack back over his head.
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