Drabble Time!

[yahtzee63]

I am bored!

I must write drabbles!

Give me a drabble prompt and a drabble will be thine!

Fandoms: Alias, BSG2003, Brothers & Sisters, HP, Heroes, Jericho, Lost, Star Wars, Supernatural, all Treks through Voyager, Ugly Betty, X-Men Movieverse

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[svmadelyn]

Oooh. Alias! Sark/Sydney! Something to do with dancing.

[yahtzee63]

Sark watches her through the haze.

Sydney is the very heart of the dance floor, dead center, wearing red. It seems like she's the only one really dancing; the others are only responding to her moves. Strobe lights flash in time with the music, and Sark imagines his pulse has begun to beat to the same rhythm.

She is waiting for a courier who will never come, who lies dead in a nearby alleyway. Sark's palm still stings from the kick of the gun. Sydney will dance all night alone.

Sark smiles. He'll have to offer her a new partner.

[svmadelyn]

Oh, *awesome*. *glee* (I probably should be a little: aww, courier, but alas.) *reiterates glee*

[kismeteve]

HP, something about Tonks or Neville.

[yahtzee63]

"You could do better," Remus says, his voice muffled against her shoulder.

"No kidding."

".. what?"

"I've had other offers, you know." Men find the idea of a shape-changing girlfriend a turn-on, but most of them don't ask if they've got anything worthy to offer in return. Remus worries about it too much, but she likes him better for wanting to deserve her. Tonks smiles as her hair shifts to turquoise. "But I like you."

Remus knows what turquoise means. "Good lord. Again?"

"And again, and again -"

Older Remus may be, but he doesn't lack for stamina, thank goodness.

[kismeteve]

Thank you!!

[izhilzha]

LOVE.

[raptor47]

Alias: Jack, prepping for “The Confession” or, if that’s too deep for a drabble
Alias: Jack/Irina, regarding Sydney (you pick the time frame)

[yahtzee63]

Sydney tosses her bunny to the ground and watches to see if her mother will pick it up

[raptor47]

Such heartbreak and joy intertwined. Thanks so much!

[counteragent]

Wow. That Irina. Well done!

[marinarusalka]

The Winchesters meet the Suarez family.

[yahtzee63]

“I don’t trust these guys, Hilda.”

“What’s not to trust when they’re this hot?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t think the real FBI sends agents out in an Impala.”

“That car is sweet. I’d totally go for a ride in that car.”

“Stop hitting on them! Seriously, ask yourself, what are the chances the FBI would send actual agents out to check the weird noises coming from Papi’s closet?”

“Betty, chill! We hit the jackpot with these two, and I am not looking a gift horse in his wonderfully chiseled mouth.”

“You want the blond one, don’t you?”

“Uh-huh.”

[marinarusalka]

Bwah! Hilda is clearly a woman of taste. (And of course Betty is being the doomed voice of reason about it.) Adorable.

[vic_ramsey]

Brothers & Sisters, everyone eating a meal together.

[yahtzee63]

It’s not that Saul doesn’t know how important this is: the first family dinner after William’s funeral - the first time they’re all going to try to move past their grief, to behave as though nothing is wrong. This is the way things will be from now on.

But then he finds Kitty sitting in his usual chair. That means the only seat left is the one at the head of the table.

Saul pulls the chair out. Nora pauses before she sits down. Then he goes to where she once sat, ready to support her as William too rarely did.

[vic_ramsey]

Awww...Saul. This was lovely.