Meme - or, why couldn't I resist?

[zekkass]

via triedunture.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

1. J&W preslash.
2. Tony/Control trapped in a donut shop by rain.
3. Friederich and Eric, years after the war, being cute.
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[zekkass]

[I didn't quite manage betrayal or Tessa, but I hope this satisfies. Also, I'm really really sorry for being late. I hope you still like it.]

A gun pressed to his forehead, angry thoughts rushing through his mind, and Jools closed his eyes, ready for the execution.

He'd planned it all as carefully as he could, played with the strings, and everyone had danced to his tune.

Everything had gone along splendidly, up until he woke up in a bed not his own, bound and blindfolded.

"Let him live," and the gun left his forehead. Jools didn't move. Tom's voice. Little terrier Tom, probably trying to save him. Jools ignored him.

"Everything's set up to collapse if I die," Jools put in, and the gun returned to his forehead. "Whoever you are, your life will become much, much worse if I die."

He paused, sorted through his list of people who might be foolish enough to actually try this.

"Shut up, Siviter." Tom said, and Jools could have laughed. "You're going to get yourself shot. Put down the gun." The last was aimed at his attacker, that was certain.

"Green here wouldn't shoot me. He's too smart for that, aren't you?"

Jools had everything under control, and he knew it. He could tell because of the way the gun began to tremble against his forehead, and the gasp from his attacker sounded.

"I'll - I'll kill you - "

"Try it, and you'll watch your reputation and career crumble, Mister Green. I suppose the murder charge wouldn't help that, either."

"You bastard - "

Jools smirked, confident. "Thank you, Tom, you won't be necessary - " He began to dismiss the terrier, sure that he would be fine.

"I don't care!"

Jools' smile slipped as the trigger was pulled. The smile was gone when a heavy weight collapsed on his chest.

"You didn't have to kill him."

"Siviter, I told you to shut up." Tom had spine today, that was sure.

"Untie me, then. My bedclothes are ruined now."

[karaokegal]

Brilliant! Thank you so much. :)