DRABBLES: Catch up post
I don't even know how i got this far behind. Well, i do, i just can't believe how far behind i got. And i'm so out of practise, a couple are longer than they should be ;) I'm gonna have to post one seperately because of that. Everything belongs to Ryan Murphy, and nothing is above PG-13. Also wasn't really sure how to go about posting this, so i fiigured instead of fic-spaming, i'd do it all in one post. Hope that's okay. =D
Title: Sunshine
Author: Redlance
Prompt: Winter
Rating: G
Word Count: 226
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy, I’m just borrowing them so they can do my bidding for a while.
A/N: Angst alert!!!
Summary: It’s gone.
The winter chill is cold on her face. It reddens her cheeks and stings her skin.
She doesn’t notice.
She vaguely wonders when the weather decided to turn cold, the coldest its been for years, but quickly realises she already knows the answer.
The frozen air turns her tears to crystal. So beautiful in their sadness. She vaguely wonders if she’ll ever smile again. It starts to rain.
She doesn’t notice.
Her hands are numb as they hang limply at her sides, her feet begin to sink into the grass as it soaks up the rain that allows it to live.
As she looks down at the only thing left to commemorate a life that was taken. It’s such a pretty headstone. All carved in gold and protected by angels. Where had they been when she needed them? Where had they been when she lay broken, her life bleeding out and away from her?
"Sammie… it hurts…" The memory is a painful breath in the wind now.
"Hold on Brooke, please… don’t leave me…" She touches her fingers to her lips, then to the top of the headstone. It was no use to cry, crying wouldn’t bring Brooke back.
The winter turned suddenly cold the moment Sam’s heart did. The second the sunshine of her world disappeared from the sky forever. The moment the beeping stopped.
Title: Surface
Prompt: Snowfall
Word Count: 218
Summary: Once you scratch it…
On the surface Sam looked like any other regular high school girl. Though undeniably stunning, on the surface that’s exactly what she was. She had her own close-nit group of friends, she worked hard, hated most of her teachers, excelled in her favourite subject and got her homework done on time.
But she had a smile capable of taking the unprepared, and even those used to its effects, off their feet. Eyes that held a gleam with the ability to freeze a person to the spot or pull them towards her, regardless of the direction they had been travelling in.
Once you scratched the surface, once you got to know her, you found that Sam was a vibrant, smart, incredibly passionate individual with a soul that set her apart.
Once you scratched the surface, allowed a new, more intimate light to be shed upon her she was revealed to be as unique as the first beautiful snowflake of a snowfall. Delicate, soft and completely one of a kind.
Brooke smiled, taking strands of long dark hair in her hand and letting it slip through her fingers. Sleepy brown eyes blinked open and glanced up at her.
"Morning beautiful." A bashful smile lifted Sam’s cheeks and Brooke sighed happily. Completely uniquely beautiful.
She was glad she’d scratched the surface.
Title: Sinner
Prompt: eve
Word Count: 177
A/N: Thanks to Quatorz for the help with this one =D Again ;)
Summary: There’s one in all of us.
Ever since the beginning there has been temptation.
Depending on your views, the universe could have been a product of it. Created by two atoms giving into temptation, the immense pull of it. Smashing together in their passion, and birthing an entire existence. One that seemed intent on destroying itself.
Or maybe you go by The Book. Eve, the original sinner, was the first to give into it. Temptation taking the form of the most luscious of all forbidden fruits. She’d been helpless. And exiled for it.
There are songs about it. The stories that are told usually don’t end happy, and yet every day people throw caution to the wind. They’re powerless against it. And the apple is not the only forbidden fruit.
And as Brooke watched Sam swim to the side of the pool and pull herself out, the water teaming off her in sparkling droplets. Hair smoothed back, smiling at her shyly before turning her bikini-clad body away. Brooke knew for certain she wasn’t going to fair any better than the sinners before her.
Title: Field Trip.
Prompt: Field Trip
Word Count: 250
A/N: My attempt at funny/cute.
Summary: Sam brings a whole new meaning to the phrase.
Bio Glass had a sick sense of humour. It was no secret. But when she stood in front of the class and announced that a field trip was on the day’s agenda, the pandemonium that ensued had wiped everyone clean of their senses. No one questioned the sudden act of kindness, just bounced on their stools and flapped their hands happily.
When they got outside, nothing but an empty field awaited them
Her laughter had been maniacal. Not even allowing them to change, she had cracked the whip, a real physical non-metaphorical one, and then began making them run laps.
"I really don’t think she’s allowed to do this." Brooke grumbled, jogging between Sam and Carmen.
"I think she wants us to work off some of our excess fat so there’s more meat for her when she finally decides to spit-roast us." Carmen’s eyes widened.
"She wouldn’t, would she?" Panic edged her voice an octave higher.
"I wouldn’t put it pa-crap!" Sam felt her foot get stuck and was helpless against gravity as it yanked her down. Her body went still.
Her left eye cracked open and she saw Carmen running backwards, somehow managing to mouth an ‘I’m sorry’ between fits of laughter. Then crisp white sneakers came into view.
"Wow, you just brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘field trip’." A growl left Sam’s throat and Brooke giggled as the brunette lifted her head to stare up at her.
"Just shut up and give me a hand."
Title: Balcony
Prompt: vacation
Word Count: 250
A/N: Initially I’d wanted to make this a longer story… maybe someday I’ll do that.
Summary: A change of setting can sometimes finally be the breaking point.
Their parents had brought them there for bonding time. Brooke and Mike in one room, Sam and Jane in a second adjoining one. It was supposed to help them bond separately and together. It had been kind of fun, and their parents had thought it a success because they’d left the girls alone and gone to dinner.
Sam sat in the corner of the balcony, looking out across the foreign city.
"You look sad." Brooke had appeared out on the balcony of her own room. Sam set sad eyes on her.
"I’m so tired of fighting it, Brooke." She stood, resting her hands on the railing and bracing against it. "I’m tired of hiding. I think I’ll die if I don’t tell you." Watery eyes found confused hazel ones, a breath almost missed in the quiet night as they closed at her own words. "I love you." And then Brooke was gone, disappeared into the depths of her own room, bringing Sam’s fear to life.
"What did you just say?" Brooke’s voice reached her ears before she had time to register the sound of the door that joined their rooms opening. Sam spun, shocked to find the blonde so close. A mere few feet away, on the same balcony.
"Please don’t make me say it again." And Brooke didn’t. Instead closed the distance between herself and a worn, scared looking Sam and gave the brunette everything she’d ever wanted in a kiss that was more than anything she’d ever dreamed.
Title: Sway
Prompt: graduation
Word Count: 309 (I know, over... but i think you might forgive me)
Summary: The past is done, but the future looks promising.
The sheer number of emotions she’d felt so far that day astounded her. She started out giddy at the prospect of her high school life being over. Then she thought about it too long and apprehension set in. Which quickly shifted to sadness as she toured the well-travelled hallways of Kennedy High getting every person she recognised, friend or acquaintance, to sign her year book and prompted an onslaught of ‘I’ll probably never see these people again’. Then came the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach as she took the stage alone, and then with the rest of her classmates - where it fell to exhilaration at the ceremonial throwing of the caps.
And now, she was back in her room at the Palace feeling the anticlimax of it all.
"It’s over." Brooke’s voice floats to her, pulling her lips into a smile.
"Yeah. We’re free." Sam watches the blonde’s elegant movements as she saunters towards her.
"My favourite part was your little victory dance when you threw your cap in the air." Sam’s smile is tugged uncontrollably until she’s beaming, albeit a little shyly. But Brooke is biting her lip in a way that fixes her gaze. "I think I want a replay." Hazel eyes are hooded and smouldering as she comes to a stop in front of Sam, and waits.
"Seriously?" Brooke nods. Sam complies, swaying her hips and pulling off an imaginary hat. At that point, Brooke stops her.
"You know, it’s just not quite the same." Brooke holds a finger to her lips in mock-thought, eyes raking over Sam’s body, making her skin burn. Then locks their gazes once more. "Something definitely needs to be removed." Sam laughs throatily, easing her fingertips underneath her t-shirt and pulling it over her head.
And Brooke does a little victory dance of her own before pouncing.
Title: Sunshine
Author: Redlance
Prompt: Winter
Rating: G
Word Count: 226
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy, I’m just borrowing them so they can do my bidding for a while.
A/N: Angst alert!!!
Summary: It’s gone.
The winter chill is cold on her face. It reddens her cheeks and stings her skin.
She doesn’t notice.
She vaguely wonders when the weather decided to turn cold, the coldest its been for years, but quickly realises she already knows the answer.
The frozen air turns her tears to crystal. So beautiful in their sadness. She vaguely wonders if she’ll ever smile again. It starts to rain.
She doesn’t notice.
Her hands are numb as they hang limply at her sides, her feet begin to sink into the grass as it soaks up the rain that allows it to live.
As she looks down at the only thing left to commemorate a life that was taken. It’s such a pretty headstone. All carved in gold and protected by angels. Where had they been when she needed them? Where had they been when she lay broken, her life bleeding out and away from her?
"Sammie… it hurts…" The memory is a painful breath in the wind now.
"Hold on Brooke, please… don’t leave me…" She touches her fingers to her lips, then to the top of the headstone. It was no use to cry, crying wouldn’t bring Brooke back.
The winter turned suddenly cold the moment Sam’s heart did. The second the sunshine of her world disappeared from the sky forever. The moment the beeping stopped.
Title: Surface
Prompt: Snowfall
Word Count: 218
Summary: Once you scratch it…
On the surface Sam looked like any other regular high school girl. Though undeniably stunning, on the surface that’s exactly what she was. She had her own close-nit group of friends, she worked hard, hated most of her teachers, excelled in her favourite subject and got her homework done on time.
But she had a smile capable of taking the unprepared, and even those used to its effects, off their feet. Eyes that held a gleam with the ability to freeze a person to the spot or pull them towards her, regardless of the direction they had been travelling in.
Once you scratched the surface, once you got to know her, you found that Sam was a vibrant, smart, incredibly passionate individual with a soul that set her apart.
Once you scratched the surface, allowed a new, more intimate light to be shed upon her she was revealed to be as unique as the first beautiful snowflake of a snowfall. Delicate, soft and completely one of a kind.
Brooke smiled, taking strands of long dark hair in her hand and letting it slip through her fingers. Sleepy brown eyes blinked open and glanced up at her.
"Morning beautiful." A bashful smile lifted Sam’s cheeks and Brooke sighed happily. Completely uniquely beautiful.
She was glad she’d scratched the surface.
Title: Sinner
Prompt: eve
Word Count: 177
A/N: Thanks to Quatorz for the help with this one =D Again ;)
Summary: There’s one in all of us.
Ever since the beginning there has been temptation.
Depending on your views, the universe could have been a product of it. Created by two atoms giving into temptation, the immense pull of it. Smashing together in their passion, and birthing an entire existence. One that seemed intent on destroying itself.
Or maybe you go by The Book. Eve, the original sinner, was the first to give into it. Temptation taking the form of the most luscious of all forbidden fruits. She’d been helpless. And exiled for it.
There are songs about it. The stories that are told usually don’t end happy, and yet every day people throw caution to the wind. They’re powerless against it. And the apple is not the only forbidden fruit.
And as Brooke watched Sam swim to the side of the pool and pull herself out, the water teaming off her in sparkling droplets. Hair smoothed back, smiling at her shyly before turning her bikini-clad body away. Brooke knew for certain she wasn’t going to fair any better than the sinners before her.
Title: Field Trip.
Prompt: Field Trip
Word Count: 250
A/N: My attempt at funny/cute.
Summary: Sam brings a whole new meaning to the phrase.
Bio Glass had a sick sense of humour. It was no secret. But when she stood in front of the class and announced that a field trip was on the day’s agenda, the pandemonium that ensued had wiped everyone clean of their senses. No one questioned the sudden act of kindness, just bounced on their stools and flapped their hands happily.
When they got outside, nothing but an empty field awaited them
Her laughter had been maniacal. Not even allowing them to change, she had cracked the whip, a real physical non-metaphorical one, and then began making them run laps.
"I really don’t think she’s allowed to do this." Brooke grumbled, jogging between Sam and Carmen.
"I think she wants us to work off some of our excess fat so there’s more meat for her when she finally decides to spit-roast us." Carmen’s eyes widened.
"She wouldn’t, would she?" Panic edged her voice an octave higher.
"I wouldn’t put it pa-crap!" Sam felt her foot get stuck and was helpless against gravity as it yanked her down. Her body went still.
Her left eye cracked open and she saw Carmen running backwards, somehow managing to mouth an ‘I’m sorry’ between fits of laughter. Then crisp white sneakers came into view.
"Wow, you just brought a whole new meaning to the term ‘field trip’." A growl left Sam’s throat and Brooke giggled as the brunette lifted her head to stare up at her.
"Just shut up and give me a hand."
Title: Balcony
Prompt: vacation
Word Count: 250
A/N: Initially I’d wanted to make this a longer story… maybe someday I’ll do that.
Summary: A change of setting can sometimes finally be the breaking point.
Their parents had brought them there for bonding time. Brooke and Mike in one room, Sam and Jane in a second adjoining one. It was supposed to help them bond separately and together. It had been kind of fun, and their parents had thought it a success because they’d left the girls alone and gone to dinner.
Sam sat in the corner of the balcony, looking out across the foreign city.
"You look sad." Brooke had appeared out on the balcony of her own room. Sam set sad eyes on her.
"I’m so tired of fighting it, Brooke." She stood, resting her hands on the railing and bracing against it. "I’m tired of hiding. I think I’ll die if I don’t tell you." Watery eyes found confused hazel ones, a breath almost missed in the quiet night as they closed at her own words. "I love you." And then Brooke was gone, disappeared into the depths of her own room, bringing Sam’s fear to life.
"What did you just say?" Brooke’s voice reached her ears before she had time to register the sound of the door that joined their rooms opening. Sam spun, shocked to find the blonde so close. A mere few feet away, on the same balcony.
"Please don’t make me say it again." And Brooke didn’t. Instead closed the distance between herself and a worn, scared looking Sam and gave the brunette everything she’d ever wanted in a kiss that was more than anything she’d ever dreamed.
Title: Sway
Prompt: graduation
Word Count: 309 (I know, over... but i think you might forgive me)
Summary: The past is done, but the future looks promising.
The sheer number of emotions she’d felt so far that day astounded her. She started out giddy at the prospect of her high school life being over. Then she thought about it too long and apprehension set in. Which quickly shifted to sadness as she toured the well-travelled hallways of Kennedy High getting every person she recognised, friend or acquaintance, to sign her year book and prompted an onslaught of ‘I’ll probably never see these people again’. Then came the anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach as she took the stage alone, and then with the rest of her classmates - where it fell to exhilaration at the ceremonial throwing of the caps.
And now, she was back in her room at the Palace feeling the anticlimax of it all.
"It’s over." Brooke’s voice floats to her, pulling her lips into a smile.
"Yeah. We’re free." Sam watches the blonde’s elegant movements as she saunters towards her.
"My favourite part was your little victory dance when you threw your cap in the air." Sam’s smile is tugged uncontrollably until she’s beaming, albeit a little shyly. But Brooke is biting her lip in a way that fixes her gaze. "I think I want a replay." Hazel eyes are hooded and smouldering as she comes to a stop in front of Sam, and waits.
"Seriously?" Brooke nods. Sam complies, swaying her hips and pulling off an imaginary hat. At that point, Brooke stops her.
"You know, it’s just not quite the same." Brooke holds a finger to her lips in mock-thought, eyes raking over Sam’s body, making her skin burn. Then locks their gazes once more. "Something definitely needs to be removed." Sam laughs throatily, easing her fingertips underneath her t-shirt and pulling it over her head.
And Brooke does a little victory dance of her own before pouncing.