Springtime is for Lovers Drabbles
Hey all,
It is now (barely) the 20th, so I thought i'd better post these because if I don't do it at this moment...I will forget.
So I had hoped to write a fic for this auspicious occasion...like oh i don't know the first chapter or two of the epic rewrite of seasons 9 and 10 that i'm supposed to be doing...but since my last semester of university is busy sucking out my soul through a straw (seems more painful if you add the sucking through a straw thing doesn't it?...like it's slow, agonizing torture...which it is) I decided to try my hand at a couple of drabbles. It seemed like it would be faster. which it was. however i have doubts about the quality considering i've never WRITTEN drabbles. And i went with hardcore actually exactly 100 word drabbles (i think, math isn't my strong point ;) ). so yeah. let me know your thoughts if you can. there will be rambling mixed in so prepare yourself.
I was sitting in the arts building at uni trying to decide what to write so I ask my friend shari, "hey shari, i'm trying to write a drabbles for that d/v love...month...thing....give me a word or phrase or something for inspiration"
Shari: "completely fraked for my thesis"
Me:....
(did i mention shari is trying to finish her honours thesis? yeah that's 60 pages of stress and crazy. the poor dear. also she didn't use 'fraked', she used the real f-word, but i decided to tone it down. and it gave me an excuse to use frak. which i love.)
so, the first drabble that I wrote isn't really d/v (unless you count the throw away last line) but it was daniel and it was mostly just to cheer shari up. so i'll put it here anyway. it was part of the process.
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Completely Fraked for My Thesis
The clock ticked loudly as time marched forward. Broken pencils and empty coffee cups, fallen soldiers, strewn about. Torn paper covered the floor, remnants of a recent massacre.
Pages of text lay scattered over the work area, under open books filled with hieroglyphs and sketches of Giza. The latest incarnation of his own, personal, hell lay open, staring up at him, a giant question mark scrawled over it. Pyramids and aliens? He was obviously out of his mind.
Daniel’s head hit the desk with a thud. What he wouldn’t give to be kidnapped by a space pirate right about now…
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So that made shari come out from under the cloud of doom that is her thesis to grant me a prompt for a drabble. she gave me: "cake".
now beware, because my drabble is angsty. you're saying to yourself "how? how can she take CAKE, wonderful tasty cake, and make it angsty?" Never underestimate the power of my angst bunnies. that is all I have to say.
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Cake
They were cutting Daniel’s cake when the alarm sounded; the hazards of celebrating birthdays on base. Everyone was there except Vala, on an extended off-world mission. He had promised to save her a slice.
Vala’s team was in trouble, negotiations gone bad. Daniel searched for her in the chaos, frantic.
Then, everything was quiet.
He nearly tripped over her, body crumpled behind a low stone wall.
“I’m sorry Daniel, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you up on that piece of cake” She coughed, blood, and her body seized. Daniel’s cry pierced the silence of the battlefield.
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....so you can imagine in terms of 'cheering shari up' this second piece went over like a lead balloon. luckily, I had planned for just such an event, with the following fix-it (which in turn meant TWO D/V drabbles for Springtime for Lovers...and more D/V can only be a good thing):
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Cake, Take Two
The beeping monitors ushered Vala back to consciousness. A warm pressure on her arm caused her to open her eyes. Daniel’s scruffy hair tickled her wrist as he slept, bent over her bed.
She lifted a heavy hand to run her fingers through his hair. He bolted upright, palms rubbing tired eyes before turning his gaze to her. “Hey.”
She smiled, her eyes welling up slightly. He squeezed her hand, neither ready to say what needed to be said.
Instead Daniel looked around, ensuring they were alone, he brought out a plate and two forks.
“I brought you your cake”
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...there you have it kids. have a lovely D/V day :)
It is now (barely) the 20th, so I thought i'd better post these because if I don't do it at this moment...I will forget.
So I had hoped to write a fic for this auspicious occasion...like oh i don't know the first chapter or two of the epic rewrite of seasons 9 and 10 that i'm supposed to be doing...but since my last semester of university is busy sucking out my soul through a straw (seems more painful if you add the sucking through a straw thing doesn't it?...like it's slow, agonizing torture...which it is) I decided to try my hand at a couple of drabbles. It seemed like it would be faster. which it was. however i have doubts about the quality considering i've never WRITTEN drabbles. And i went with hardcore actually exactly 100 word drabbles (i think, math isn't my strong point ;) ). so yeah. let me know your thoughts if you can. there will be rambling mixed in so prepare yourself.
I was sitting in the arts building at uni trying to decide what to write so I ask my friend shari, "hey shari, i'm trying to write a drabbles for that d/v love...month...thing....give me a word or phrase or something for inspiration"
Shari: "completely fraked for my thesis"
Me:....
(did i mention shari is trying to finish her honours thesis? yeah that's 60 pages of stress and crazy. the poor dear. also she didn't use 'fraked', she used the real f-word, but i decided to tone it down. and it gave me an excuse to use frak. which i love.)
so, the first drabble that I wrote isn't really d/v (unless you count the throw away last line) but it was daniel and it was mostly just to cheer shari up. so i'll put it here anyway. it was part of the process.
--------
Completely Fraked for My Thesis
The clock ticked loudly as time marched forward. Broken pencils and empty coffee cups, fallen soldiers, strewn about. Torn paper covered the floor, remnants of a recent massacre.
Pages of text lay scattered over the work area, under open books filled with hieroglyphs and sketches of Giza. The latest incarnation of his own, personal, hell lay open, staring up at him, a giant question mark scrawled over it. Pyramids and aliens? He was obviously out of his mind.
Daniel’s head hit the desk with a thud. What he wouldn’t give to be kidnapped by a space pirate right about now…
--------
So that made shari come out from under the cloud of doom that is her thesis to grant me a prompt for a drabble. she gave me: "cake".
now beware, because my drabble is angsty. you're saying to yourself "how? how can she take CAKE, wonderful tasty cake, and make it angsty?" Never underestimate the power of my angst bunnies. that is all I have to say.
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Cake
They were cutting Daniel’s cake when the alarm sounded; the hazards of celebrating birthdays on base. Everyone was there except Vala, on an extended off-world mission. He had promised to save her a slice.
Vala’s team was in trouble, negotiations gone bad. Daniel searched for her in the chaos, frantic.
Then, everything was quiet.
He nearly tripped over her, body crumpled behind a low stone wall.
“I’m sorry Daniel, I don’t think I’ll be able to take you up on that piece of cake” She coughed, blood, and her body seized. Daniel’s cry pierced the silence of the battlefield.
--------
....so you can imagine in terms of 'cheering shari up' this second piece went over like a lead balloon. luckily, I had planned for just such an event, with the following fix-it (which in turn meant TWO D/V drabbles for Springtime for Lovers...and more D/V can only be a good thing):
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Cake, Take Two
The beeping monitors ushered Vala back to consciousness. A warm pressure on her arm caused her to open her eyes. Daniel’s scruffy hair tickled her wrist as he slept, bent over her bed.
She lifted a heavy hand to run her fingers through his hair. He bolted upright, palms rubbing tired eyes before turning his gaze to her. “Hey.”
She smiled, her eyes welling up slightly. He squeezed her hand, neither ready to say what needed to be said.
Instead Daniel looked around, ensuring they were alone, he brought out a plate and two forks.
“I brought you your cake”
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...there you have it kids. have a lovely D/V day :)