First Four "Women" Drabbles
Title: Last Hurrah
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/pairing: Kate Todd, Rachel Cranston
Word Count: 323
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Spoilers for "A Man Walks Into a Bar
For: trialia
Summary: Kate decides to have one last hurrah before she becomes respectable.
"You did what?!"
Kate couldn't help but laugh. She covered her face with her free hand, settling onto the bed and leaning against the headboard. Rachel was hundreds of miles away, connected via a thin phone line, but her indignation was still palatable. But Kate had known Rachel all their lives, so she could sense the hint of jealousy and admiration in her voice.
"It's some nothing bar in the middle of nowhere Panama. The important thing is that I won."
"You won a wet T-shirt contest in a bar! Caitlin, what would grandma say?"
"Well, if it was Grandma Toss, she'd say I got these tits from her side of the family."
Rachel couldn't help laughing. "True. God, Kate. This is not the follow-up call I expected after 'I'm going to apply to the Secret Service.' What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that for the next few years I'm going to be under a lot of scrutiny, and I needed to have one last big... blow-out. You can understand that, right?"
A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. "Yeah, I can. You always were Miss Professional, so it makes sense you'd want to get the wild out of your system. Just don't do anything too crazy. Promise."
"Promise." The bathroom door opened and Kate looked toward it, biting her bottom lip. "Uh, Rache, I should let you go. It's probably pretty late there."
"It's earlier here than it is there. You never could figure out time zones. You should work on that before you--"
"Rachel..."
"Right. Sorry. Bye, Katie. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye." She hung up.
The runner-up in the wet T-shirt contest leaned against the wall, currently wearing only a T-shirt. Kate's eyes widened at the sight.
"C'mere. I have something I need to get out of my system before I go to work for the government..."
The blonde smiled and crossed the room.
Title: Unusually Normal
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/X-Files
Characters/pairing: Dana Scully/Helen Magnus
Word Count: 269
Rating: R
Warnings: None
For: dhamphir
Summary: Helen and Dana relax.
They could hear the sound of water through the open doors that led out onto the balcony. The curtains moved softly in the breeze, circulating the air in the small cabana. The women were lying in the same position that they had collapsed in, one's head to the other's feet. They were both tangled in the blankets, but the brunette's chest was exposed. The redhead cradled one of the brunette's feet and kissed the spot just above the toes. She noticed the brunette hardly ever painted her toenails, although there was a hint of gloss on them.
The brunette smiled as the redhead's cheek brushed her foot. She ran her fingers along the redhead's calf. The message she'd received Friday afternoon had been cryptic. "Meet me in Venice Beach. Come alone. Urgent." She had immediately set out, imagining the worst. But when she arrived, she discovered her friend was also alone. And she had very definite plans for their weekend.
Two days without monsters or guns, chasing or being chased. Two days of ignoring the questions without trying to come up with all the answers. The world was reduced to two women in bed, and even that was simplified: no history. Nothing to weigh them down. They were just two women who enjoyed each other's company, enjoying it in the most... enjoyable way possible.
The brunette sat up and took the redhead's hands, drawing her up. They met in the middle of the bed and kissed, the brunette shifting her weight to straddle the redhead.
They had twenty-four hours of normal left, and she planned to use it well.
Title: Lucky Number Nine
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters/pairing: Janet Fraiser, Sam Carter
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
For: openended
Summary: Janet fields questions when she returns to her reality.
Every member of the team got the same question from everyone on base. It didn't matter that General O'Neill said it was probably better not to know, to just ignore it and move on with their lives. It never failed that, during a quiet moment in the commissary or in the infirmary, someone would lean forward and lower their voice and smile as they asked the same damn thing: "What was I like in that reality?"
Sometimes she made things up. "You were Ba'al's newest host," or "You were married to Senator Kinsey." She just wanted to keep them quiet.
Oddly, the one person she wanted to tell never came forward and asked. Janet's impatience caught up to her on a day when they happened to be alone in the elevator. She looked at Sam, her eyes drifting down to the bulge in Sam's BDU jacket. "Sam?"
"Hm?"
"Everyone else has asked me what they were like in the other reality. Why haven't you?"
Sam smiled. "I've met so many versions of myself, I decided it was better not to know." Her smile faded. "Why? Is it really bad?"
"No! Why would you think that?"
"Well, you made a point of bringing it up. I just thought--"
"No. Nothing bad."
"Good. Good."
Janet pursed her lips. "You and I were lovers."
The elevator doors opened. Siler started to step on, but Sam stopped him with a hand. "Take the next one." She hit the door close button and turned to face Janet. "What did you say?"
Janet shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I died two years ago in that reality. But apparently before that, you and I... were in a relationship."
Sam blinked. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"So."
Janet nodded and cleared her throat. "So that's seven."
"No, eight." Sam scratched the back of her neck. "Remember the quantum mirror where Daniel--"
"Oh, right." Janet looked down at her boots. "So that's eight realities we've encountered where you and I are... together. And in the realities where you're with a man, it's always someone different. General O'Neill, Martouf, McKay--"
Sam shuddered at the memory. "Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something."
Janet's mouth was dry. "What do you want to do about it?"
Sam gestured at her midsection. "Well, it would be... a little awkward to do anything--"
"No, of course. Doing anything when you're playing surrogate to Daniel and Vala's baby would be--"
"Weird," Sam agreed.
"But maybe we can explore it a little without... going all the way."
"You mean like a date?"
Janet smiled. "Sam, we've seen eight different universes. If you combine all of them, we've been together for almost forty years. I'd say a date wouldn't be too far to go."
Sam laughed. "I guess you have a point. So... it's a date."
"Yeah. I guess so."
Sam started the elevator again and faced forward, her arm brushing Janet's. She smiled, chuckled and then dipped her chin.
"What?"
"Looks like this reality might become number nine."
Janet grinned. "Nine has always been my lucky number."
Title: Blank Slate
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Castle
Characters/pairing: Kate Beckett
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
For: jaina47
Summary: Kate considers reinventing herself.
Kate managed to save a few items of value from her apartment after it exploded, but the majority of her belongings and clothing had been lost to smoke or water damage. She started to make a list of what she was missing, but it just depressed her. So she decided to just move on, like a butterfly leaving its chrysalis and becoming something new. It was a new stage in her life and she could use the opportunity to become whatever she wanted.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her new apartment, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, her hair still wet from the shower. She gathered her hair and admired the curve of her neck and the line of her jaw. Maybe she should cut her hair short, really short, to show off those graceful lines. She hadn't had short hair since she was a teenager.
Or blonde hair. Castle might get a kick out of that. Wavy, Marilyn Monroe type hair that covered one eye. Suspects wouldn't take her seriously, but that would just make it easier to get their guard down. "This ditz doesn't know which end of the gun bullets go in, maybe I'll toy with her a little bit." She smirked at the idea and let go of her hair. No. She loved being a brunette too much to mess with a good thing. Although red...
She thought of her trips to Little Odessa, the afternoons spent pretending she was a Russian exchange student. She loved playing a part, pretending to be someone she wasn't. It was why she loved going undercover. So what other part could she play? She had some Russian blood, so that was what made it so easy to put on that mask. Maybe some other part of her that she didn't let out to play very often. Biker Chick Beckett. She smiled at the idea.
Maybe the part of her that sometimes noticed how attractive women were. The part of her that had let things get so far out of control at that bar when she was twenty. She had pushed the girl's hand out from under her blouse, blushed furiously as she apologized and retreated. But she had to admit, she'd wanted to see where it would go. Maybe New Beckett would have let the girl keep going.
She dried her hair and went into the living room of her new apartment. She looked over it and eyed the bags of new clothes sitting on the couch. She didn't have to cut her hair or dye it, or buy a motorcycle. She just had to keep being Kate Beckett and all those other parts of her - the rebel, the unassuming ditz, the biker babe, the bisexual - could all live in harmony just as they always did.
Kate took an outfit from the bag, held it out to examine it in the sunlight, and smiled before she took it into the bedroom to change.
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: NCIS
Characters/pairing: Kate Todd, Rachel Cranston
Word Count: 323
Rating: PG13
Warnings: Spoilers for "A Man Walks Into a Bar
For: trialia
Summary: Kate decides to have one last hurrah before she becomes respectable.
"You did what?!"
Kate couldn't help but laugh. She covered her face with her free hand, settling onto the bed and leaning against the headboard. Rachel was hundreds of miles away, connected via a thin phone line, but her indignation was still palatable. But Kate had known Rachel all their lives, so she could sense the hint of jealousy and admiration in her voice.
"It's some nothing bar in the middle of nowhere Panama. The important thing is that I won."
"You won a wet T-shirt contest in a bar! Caitlin, what would grandma say?"
"Well, if it was Grandma Toss, she'd say I got these tits from her side of the family."
Rachel couldn't help laughing. "True. God, Kate. This is not the follow-up call I expected after 'I'm going to apply to the Secret Service.' What were you thinking?"
"I was thinking that for the next few years I'm going to be under a lot of scrutiny, and I needed to have one last big... blow-out. You can understand that, right?"
A heavy sigh from the other end of the phone. "Yeah, I can. You always were Miss Professional, so it makes sense you'd want to get the wild out of your system. Just don't do anything too crazy. Promise."
"Promise." The bathroom door opened and Kate looked toward it, biting her bottom lip. "Uh, Rache, I should let you go. It's probably pretty late there."
"It's earlier here than it is there. You never could figure out time zones. You should work on that before you--"
"Rachel..."
"Right. Sorry. Bye, Katie. Love you."
"Love you, too. Bye." She hung up.
The runner-up in the wet T-shirt contest leaned against the wall, currently wearing only a T-shirt. Kate's eyes widened at the sight.
"C'mere. I have something I need to get out of my system before I go to work for the government..."
The blonde smiled and crossed the room.
Title: Unusually Normal
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Sanctuary/X-Files
Characters/pairing: Dana Scully/Helen Magnus
Word Count: 269
Rating: R
Warnings: None
For: dhamphir
Summary: Helen and Dana relax.
They could hear the sound of water through the open doors that led out onto the balcony. The curtains moved softly in the breeze, circulating the air in the small cabana. The women were lying in the same position that they had collapsed in, one's head to the other's feet. They were both tangled in the blankets, but the brunette's chest was exposed. The redhead cradled one of the brunette's feet and kissed the spot just above the toes. She noticed the brunette hardly ever painted her toenails, although there was a hint of gloss on them.
The brunette smiled as the redhead's cheek brushed her foot. She ran her fingers along the redhead's calf. The message she'd received Friday afternoon had been cryptic. "Meet me in Venice Beach. Come alone. Urgent." She had immediately set out, imagining the worst. But when she arrived, she discovered her friend was also alone. And she had very definite plans for their weekend.
Two days without monsters or guns, chasing or being chased. Two days of ignoring the questions without trying to come up with all the answers. The world was reduced to two women in bed, and even that was simplified: no history. Nothing to weigh them down. They were just two women who enjoyed each other's company, enjoying it in the most... enjoyable way possible.
The brunette sat up and took the redhead's hands, drawing her up. They met in the middle of the bed and kissed, the brunette shifting her weight to straddle the redhead.
They had twenty-four hours of normal left, and she planned to use it well.
Title: Lucky Number Nine
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Characters/pairing: Janet Fraiser, Sam Carter
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
For: openended
Summary: Janet fields questions when she returns to her reality.
Every member of the team got the same question from everyone on base. It didn't matter that General O'Neill said it was probably better not to know, to just ignore it and move on with their lives. It never failed that, during a quiet moment in the commissary or in the infirmary, someone would lean forward and lower their voice and smile as they asked the same damn thing: "What was I like in that reality?"
Sometimes she made things up. "You were Ba'al's newest host," or "You were married to Senator Kinsey." She just wanted to keep them quiet.
Oddly, the one person she wanted to tell never came forward and asked. Janet's impatience caught up to her on a day when they happened to be alone in the elevator. She looked at Sam, her eyes drifting down to the bulge in Sam's BDU jacket. "Sam?"
"Hm?"
"Everyone else has asked me what they were like in the other reality. Why haven't you?"
Sam smiled. "I've met so many versions of myself, I decided it was better not to know." Her smile faded. "Why? Is it really bad?"
"No! Why would you think that?"
"Well, you made a point of bringing it up. I just thought--"
"No. Nothing bad."
"Good. Good."
Janet pursed her lips. "You and I were lovers."
The elevator doors opened. Siler started to step on, but Sam stopped him with a hand. "Take the next one." She hit the door close button and turned to face Janet. "What did you say?"
Janet shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "I died two years ago in that reality. But apparently before that, you and I... were in a relationship."
Sam blinked. "Oh."
"Yeah."
"So."
Janet nodded and cleared her throat. "So that's seven."
"No, eight." Sam scratched the back of her neck. "Remember the quantum mirror where Daniel--"
"Oh, right." Janet looked down at her boots. "So that's eight realities we've encountered where you and I are... together. And in the realities where you're with a man, it's always someone different. General O'Neill, Martouf, McKay--"
Sam shuddered at the memory. "Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something."
Janet's mouth was dry. "What do you want to do about it?"
Sam gestured at her midsection. "Well, it would be... a little awkward to do anything--"
"No, of course. Doing anything when you're playing surrogate to Daniel and Vala's baby would be--"
"Weird," Sam agreed.
"But maybe we can explore it a little without... going all the way."
"You mean like a date?"
Janet smiled. "Sam, we've seen eight different universes. If you combine all of them, we've been together for almost forty years. I'd say a date wouldn't be too far to go."
Sam laughed. "I guess you have a point. So... it's a date."
"Yeah. I guess so."
Sam started the elevator again and faced forward, her arm brushing Janet's. She smiled, chuckled and then dipped her chin.
"What?"
"Looks like this reality might become number nine."
Janet grinned. "Nine has always been my lucky number."
Title: Blank Slate
Author: geonncannon
Fandom: Castle
Characters/pairing: Kate Beckett
Word Count: 504
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
For: jaina47
Summary: Kate considers reinventing herself.
Kate managed to save a few items of value from her apartment after it exploded, but the majority of her belongings and clothing had been lost to smoke or water damage. She started to make a list of what she was missing, but it just depressed her. So she decided to just move on, like a butterfly leaving its chrysalis and becoming something new. It was a new stage in her life and she could use the opportunity to become whatever she wanted.
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her new apartment, wearing only a pair of boy shorts and a tank top, her hair still wet from the shower. She gathered her hair and admired the curve of her neck and the line of her jaw. Maybe she should cut her hair short, really short, to show off those graceful lines. She hadn't had short hair since she was a teenager.
Or blonde hair. Castle might get a kick out of that. Wavy, Marilyn Monroe type hair that covered one eye. Suspects wouldn't take her seriously, but that would just make it easier to get their guard down. "This ditz doesn't know which end of the gun bullets go in, maybe I'll toy with her a little bit." She smirked at the idea and let go of her hair. No. She loved being a brunette too much to mess with a good thing. Although red...
She thought of her trips to Little Odessa, the afternoons spent pretending she was a Russian exchange student. She loved playing a part, pretending to be someone she wasn't. It was why she loved going undercover. So what other part could she play? She had some Russian blood, so that was what made it so easy to put on that mask. Maybe some other part of her that she didn't let out to play very often. Biker Chick Beckett. She smiled at the idea.
Maybe the part of her that sometimes noticed how attractive women were. The part of her that had let things get so far out of control at that bar when she was twenty. She had pushed the girl's hand out from under her blouse, blushed furiously as she apologized and retreated. But she had to admit, she'd wanted to see where it would go. Maybe New Beckett would have let the girl keep going.
She dried her hair and went into the living room of her new apartment. She looked over it and eyed the bags of new clothes sitting on the couch. She didn't have to cut her hair or dye it, or buy a motorcycle. She just had to keep being Kate Beckett and all those other parts of her - the rebel, the unassuming ditz, the biker babe, the bisexual - could all live in harmony just as they always did.
Kate took an outfit from the bag, held it out to examine it in the sunlight, and smiled before she took it into the bedroom to change.