DRABBLES!!
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g0shawkAs requested in this entry. (Sorry, it's friends-locked).
And apparently I stink at drabbles. All of these were over 100 words! *ashamed* It's haaaard to make them so small! Plus, I usually write dialogue, and that makes them longer. Hmmph. Hey, let me know if any of these are good enough to be posted elsewhere (LJ comms or FFnet). Oh and did I get the characterizations and whatnot down okay? I can't for the life of me judge my own writing. :P
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marcal_92:
Jack/Gwen
She wouldn’t call him her soul mate—if she believed in such notions, she would be left waiting forever. Nobody was perfect, not even him. He came pretty bloody close, though. It wasn’t loyalty to Rhys that kept her away for so long—it was a need for stability, and the knowledge that he could never guarantee that. Plus, it wasn’t like he was available anyway. Nevertheless, all her arguments seemed to fly out the window when their eyes met. The chemistry between them was undeniable; they were good friends, but they would be better lovers. She knew that from the beginning. The first time they kissed, it was like something that had been missing clicked into place. It had been an accident—heat of the moment and all. The second time, however, was a bit more deliberate. She started to get used to it, and then Rhys found out about Torchwood. She had never been a very good liar, and he was suspicious of Jack. The kissing stopped, but the feelings and the looks didn’t. And at the wedding, when Jack danced with her and turned her over to Rhys, she saw the intensity in his gaze and knew that no matter what, he would always love her.
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Forlylith_st:
Dee/Ryo
Dee had been looking dreamily at Ryo from across the desk for several minutes. His head resting on his hand, he smiled at the look of concentration on his partner’s face. He was startled when Ryo, without looking up, suddenly said, “Stop looking at me.”
“Wha--?” Dee pouted. “Aww, c’mon!”
Ryo adjusted his glasses and peered at Dee seriously. “We get off in ten minutes. Finish your paperwork so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”
Dee groaned and let his head fall to the desk. Ryo rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. When he glanced up several minutes later, he had to stop himself from laughing when he saw how intently Dee was staring at the clock.
“Finally!” Dee exclaimed, jumping up. “Okay pardner, let’s go!”
“One sec,” Ryo murmured, finishing up.
“Ryoooo…” Dee whined.
Ryo rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket. When they got outside, he said firmly, “I’m not doing your paperwork for you.”
A glint in Dee’s eyes was his only warning before he was suddenly pulled into an alley invisible to passerby. Dee pushed him against the brick wall and crushed their lips together.
“Dee,” Ryo protested weakly when they broke apart for air. He didn’t get a chance to finish. Dee leaned in and kissed him again. Ryo gave up and kissed him back. When things started to get more heated, they pulled away reluctantly, one more so than the other. Ryo smiled sweetly at his lover. “You’re still doing it yourself.”
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Forthaddeusfavour:
Jack/Ianto
“Good morning, sir,” Ianto said pleasantly, entering Jack’s office and setting the usual cup of coffee on his desk.
“Yes, it is a good morning!” Jack exclaimed upon seeing the coffee. Reaching out quickly, he grabbed the mug and practically inhaled the liquid inside.
Ianto watched him impassively, hands hooked behind his back.
Jack paused mid-swallow, his full cheeks making him look like a chipmunk. He promptly spit what was left in his mouth back into the mug.
Ianto’s eyes sparkled with amusement as Jack made a sound of disgust and glared at him.
“Are you trying to kill me?!”
“You can’t die, sir,” Ianto pointed out.
Jack scowled. “That’s besides the point. What was that vile stuff?”
“It’s known as decaf, sir,” Ianto said solemnly.
“Well, get it out of my sight! And bring me some real coffee…black!” he added defiantly.
Ianto bowed. “Yes sir, right away, sir.”
“And stop calling me sir,” Jack said, calming down.
“Yes sir,” Ianto replied.
Jack’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile. “Insolent.”
“Always, sir,” Ianto grinned. He left and returned quickly with a fresh cup—real coffee this time.
As he tried to hand it over, Jack shook his head and stood. “You taste it first.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could just lie--?”
Jack smiled mischievously and walked around his desk. Stopping right in front of Ianto, he crossed his arms. “I don’t think so.”
Shrugging, Ianto took a sip and made a face. He didn’t like his coffee black.
“Need some sweetening?” Jack asked suggestively.
Before Ianto could answer, Jack pulled him into a kiss. Recovering from his surprise before he spilled the coffee, Ianto opened his mouth, allowing Jack to get a better taste.
After a minute, Jack stepped back. “Mmm,” he said contentedly, waggling his eyebrows. “Just the way I like it.”
---(A/N: Oy, so I was told after I wrote this that apparently there isn't a difference in the taste of decaf/coffee, so I'm chalking it up to Jack's superpowers. :P I don't drink coffee, so I really had no idea).
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Fortiptoe39:
Heroes/FAKE
Matt paused as he rounded a corner. Many people’s thoughts were sifting through his brain, but one in particular had just jumped out at him.
I’m going to get you, you sneaky son of a—
As he was currently in a police station, Matt found this slightly troubling. Trying to locate the plotter by his thoughts, Matt snuck softly down a hallway.
Closer, closer, that’s it…hehehe…
Speeding up as he rounded another corner, Matt saw one other man walking ahead of him, clearly absorbed in some papers. Just as Matt opened his mouth to shout a warning, an arm shot out of the room the man was passing, and he was pulled inside, his cry of surprise muffled as the door was slammed shut behind him.
“Hey!” Matt exclaimed. Sprinting to the room, he jerked the door open and froze. The two men sprang apart in surprise.
“What do you want?” a dark-haired officer he vaguely recognized said angrily.
“Oh…uh,” Matt stammered, blushing. “Sorry.” He beat a hasty retreat back to his desk, where he hid his burning face in his hands. They had been kissing, he was sure of it. “So…awkward,” he groaned through his fingers.
“I’ll say,” someone answered in an annoyed tone, right above him.
Matt looked up to find the same dark-haired man standing there.
“Don’t mind him,” the other man, a brunette, said, walking up. He extended his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Ryo, and this is Dee,” he gestured. “You’re Matt Parkman, right?”
“Yeah,” Matt answered, shaking his hand. “How’d you know?”
“We’ve been given a case to work together,” Ryo explained.
“Oh.” Matt glanced down. “Okay. And…uh…I’m really sorry about…before.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ryo said, flapping his hand casually.
After a start with many awkward pauses, Matt and Ryo began to get more comfortable around each other. They shared stories, and Matt found out about Bikky and Carol, and even a little about the relationship between Ryo and Dee, while Ryo found out about Molly and Mohinder. Matt decided the whole hearing people’s thoughts thing might be too much too soon, so he said nothing of it. There was plenty else to talk about. Dee, however, chose to glare at them constantly rather than join in.
“He’s just jealous,” Ryo told Matt, grinning.
Matt smiled back, and thought of Mohinder.
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Forbaggy7:
Psych/SVU
Detective Olivia Benson wasn’t very superstitious. Even after she met Shawn Spencer--although she conceded he was helpful—she felt no need to actually believe in all the hocus-pocus. The first time she met the self-proclaimed psychic was in the middle of an investigation that had been puzzling the police for days. A visitor to New York, he had merely walked up to the crime scene tape and announced that he was there to help. Within hours, he had handed them the perps on a silver platter. The department split between those who believed in his so-called powers, and those who didn’t. Munch’s wild stories of psychic conspiracies did nothing to help matters. Olivia, however, didn’t involve herself in the madness. She was in it to catch the bad guys, and Shawn (as he had insisted she call him) seemed to have an uncanny knack for doing just that.
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And apparently I stink at drabbles. All of these were over 100 words! *ashamed* It's haaaard to make them so small! Plus, I usually write dialogue, and that makes them longer. Hmmph. Hey, let me know if any of these are good enough to be posted elsewhere (LJ comms or FFnet). Oh and did I get the characterizations and whatnot down okay? I can't for the life of me judge my own writing. :P
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marcal_92:Jack/Gwen
She wouldn’t call him her soul mate—if she believed in such notions, she would be left waiting forever. Nobody was perfect, not even him. He came pretty bloody close, though. It wasn’t loyalty to Rhys that kept her away for so long—it was a need for stability, and the knowledge that he could never guarantee that. Plus, it wasn’t like he was available anyway. Nevertheless, all her arguments seemed to fly out the window when their eyes met. The chemistry between them was undeniable; they were good friends, but they would be better lovers. She knew that from the beginning. The first time they kissed, it was like something that had been missing clicked into place. It had been an accident—heat of the moment and all. The second time, however, was a bit more deliberate. She started to get used to it, and then Rhys found out about Torchwood. She had never been a very good liar, and he was suspicious of Jack. The kissing stopped, but the feelings and the looks didn’t. And at the wedding, when Jack danced with her and turned her over to Rhys, she saw the intensity in his gaze and knew that no matter what, he would always love her.
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lylith_st:Dee/Ryo
Dee had been looking dreamily at Ryo from across the desk for several minutes. His head resting on his hand, he smiled at the look of concentration on his partner’s face. He was startled when Ryo, without looking up, suddenly said, “Stop looking at me.”
“Wha--?” Dee pouted. “Aww, c’mon!”
Ryo adjusted his glasses and peered at Dee seriously. “We get off in ten minutes. Finish your paperwork so you don’t have to do it tomorrow.”
Dee groaned and let his head fall to the desk. Ryo rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the papers in front of him. When he glanced up several minutes later, he had to stop himself from laughing when he saw how intently Dee was staring at the clock.
“Finally!” Dee exclaimed, jumping up. “Okay pardner, let’s go!”
“One sec,” Ryo murmured, finishing up.
“Ryoooo…” Dee whined.
Ryo rolled his eyes and grabbed his jacket. When they got outside, he said firmly, “I’m not doing your paperwork for you.”
A glint in Dee’s eyes was his only warning before he was suddenly pulled into an alley invisible to passerby. Dee pushed him against the brick wall and crushed their lips together.
“Dee,” Ryo protested weakly when they broke apart for air. He didn’t get a chance to finish. Dee leaned in and kissed him again. Ryo gave up and kissed him back. When things started to get more heated, they pulled away reluctantly, one more so than the other. Ryo smiled sweetly at his lover. “You’re still doing it yourself.”
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thaddeusfavour:Jack/Ianto
“Good morning, sir,” Ianto said pleasantly, entering Jack’s office and setting the usual cup of coffee on his desk.
“Yes, it is a good morning!” Jack exclaimed upon seeing the coffee. Reaching out quickly, he grabbed the mug and practically inhaled the liquid inside.
Ianto watched him impassively, hands hooked behind his back.
Jack paused mid-swallow, his full cheeks making him look like a chipmunk. He promptly spit what was left in his mouth back into the mug.
Ianto’s eyes sparkled with amusement as Jack made a sound of disgust and glared at him.
“Are you trying to kill me?!”
“You can’t die, sir,” Ianto pointed out.
Jack scowled. “That’s besides the point. What was that vile stuff?”
“It’s known as decaf, sir,” Ianto said solemnly.
“Well, get it out of my sight! And bring me some real coffee…black!” he added defiantly.
Ianto bowed. “Yes sir, right away, sir.”
“And stop calling me sir,” Jack said, calming down.
“Yes sir,” Ianto replied.
Jack’s lips twitched in the hint of a smile. “Insolent.”
“Always, sir,” Ianto grinned. He left and returned quickly with a fresh cup—real coffee this time.
As he tried to hand it over, Jack shook his head and stood. “You taste it first.”
Ianto raised an eyebrow. “You do realize I could just lie--?”
Jack smiled mischievously and walked around his desk. Stopping right in front of Ianto, he crossed his arms. “I don’t think so.”
Shrugging, Ianto took a sip and made a face. He didn’t like his coffee black.
“Need some sweetening?” Jack asked suggestively.
Before Ianto could answer, Jack pulled him into a kiss. Recovering from his surprise before he spilled the coffee, Ianto opened his mouth, allowing Jack to get a better taste.
After a minute, Jack stepped back. “Mmm,” he said contentedly, waggling his eyebrows. “Just the way I like it.”
---(A/N: Oy, so I was told after I wrote this that apparently there isn't a difference in the taste of decaf/coffee, so I'm chalking it up to Jack's superpowers. :P I don't drink coffee, so I really had no idea).
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tiptoe39:Heroes/FAKE
Matt paused as he rounded a corner. Many people’s thoughts were sifting through his brain, but one in particular had just jumped out at him.
I’m going to get you, you sneaky son of a—
As he was currently in a police station, Matt found this slightly troubling. Trying to locate the plotter by his thoughts, Matt snuck softly down a hallway.
Closer, closer, that’s it…hehehe…
Speeding up as he rounded another corner, Matt saw one other man walking ahead of him, clearly absorbed in some papers. Just as Matt opened his mouth to shout a warning, an arm shot out of the room the man was passing, and he was pulled inside, his cry of surprise muffled as the door was slammed shut behind him.
“Hey!” Matt exclaimed. Sprinting to the room, he jerked the door open and froze. The two men sprang apart in surprise.
“What do you want?” a dark-haired officer he vaguely recognized said angrily.
“Oh…uh,” Matt stammered, blushing. “Sorry.” He beat a hasty retreat back to his desk, where he hid his burning face in his hands. They had been kissing, he was sure of it. “So…awkward,” he groaned through his fingers.
“I’ll say,” someone answered in an annoyed tone, right above him.
Matt looked up to find the same dark-haired man standing there.
“Don’t mind him,” the other man, a brunette, said, walking up. He extended his hand in greeting. “Hi, I’m Ryo, and this is Dee,” he gestured. “You’re Matt Parkman, right?”
“Yeah,” Matt answered, shaking his hand. “How’d you know?”
“We’ve been given a case to work together,” Ryo explained.
“Oh.” Matt glanced down. “Okay. And…uh…I’m really sorry about…before.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Ryo said, flapping his hand casually.
After a start with many awkward pauses, Matt and Ryo began to get more comfortable around each other. They shared stories, and Matt found out about Bikky and Carol, and even a little about the relationship between Ryo and Dee, while Ryo found out about Molly and Mohinder. Matt decided the whole hearing people’s thoughts thing might be too much too soon, so he said nothing of it. There was plenty else to talk about. Dee, however, chose to glare at them constantly rather than join in.
“He’s just jealous,” Ryo told Matt, grinning.
Matt smiled back, and thought of Mohinder.
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baggy7:Psych/SVU
Detective Olivia Benson wasn’t very superstitious. Even after she met Shawn Spencer--although she conceded he was helpful—she felt no need to actually believe in all the hocus-pocus. The first time she met the self-proclaimed psychic was in the middle of an investigation that had been puzzling the police for days. A visitor to New York, he had merely walked up to the crime scene tape and announced that he was there to help. Within hours, he had handed them the perps on a silver platter. The department split between those who believed in his so-called powers, and those who didn’t. Munch’s wild stories of psychic conspiracies did nothing to help matters. Olivia, however, didn’t involve herself in the madness. She was in it to catch the bad guys, and Shawn (as he had insisted she call him) seemed to have an uncanny knack for doing just that.
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