Fic Request Meme
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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
I will be totally honest though, I'm on limited internet access, so the drabbles may take a few days, but they will arrive!
1. Janice Rand/Jim Kirk foraj
2. McCoy/Chapel forvaloscope
3. Pepper/Tony forvega_ofthe_lyre
4. Reaper!John and Sam forhiddencait
ajThe first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
I will be totally honest though, I'm on limited internet access, so the drabbles may take a few days, but they will arrive!
1. Janice Rand/Jim Kirk for
aj2. McCoy/Chapel for
valoscope3. Pepper/Tony for
vega_ofthe_lyre4. Reaper!John and Sam for
hiddencait
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Date: 2010-01-16 07:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-16 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-19 03:22 pm (UTC)Janice spared a glare for the captain in between frantically messaging various department heads. "Yes. He did."
"I mean," Kirk continued as he scanned the read-out of the scans from the ship that just appeared out of nowhere, "maybe a little stuffy, but those lawyer types often are."
"Actually, I wouldn't know," she said with deceptive lightness. "We didn't get much further than the appetizers."
"Oh," Kirk said frowning a little and looking up. "Sorry 'bout that. He wasn't mad, was he? Because if he was..."
"He wasn't mad, he was very understanding," Janice said sending another message to engineering.
"Good."
Silence reigned in the captain's quarters while Kirk reviewed strategy and Janice arranged the emergency staff meeting. Janice did her best to not feel too uncomfortable standing in front of the captain's desk wearing her favorite little black dress; the one with almost no back and ideal for a date.
She also tried to put the fact that this was the third time she had been interrupted while on a date firmly out of her mind.
Finally, she decided to ignore the fact that when she'd exited the recreation deck, the captain had been right there to discuss the current crisis and he'd automatically placed his hand on her lower back to guide her through the hallways while she consulted her PADD like always. Except this time, his hand had landed on her bare flesh and she'd visibly shivered and blushed. Kirk had briefly faltered in his speech and then casually removed his hand.
That had been twenty minutes ago.
Now, she was organizing the crew, beginning the proper emergency protocols, and doing her damnedest to forget how warm his hand was.
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-23 12:13 pm (UTC)God, why was she even here?
Oh, yes.
The plan had been to show up looking hot as hell, dance the night away with some young men, laughing gaily and ignoring Roger who would be green with envy.
In other words: She was a masochist.
Funny how those types of tendencies show up when one least expects them. Christine sighed again.
"Buy you a drink?" a voice drawled.
"You can't. It's a free bar," Christine said not bothering to look over.
"You're absolutely correct. Procure you a drink?" the voice asked again. Christine pursed her lips and turned to face the man who was interrupting her private pity party.
Well.
Hello.
He was tall and obviously well-built if the shoulder width of the suit was anything to go by. His eyes were that shade of hazel where they were green one second and brown the next. His face was ruggedly handsome, this was no polished professor, no sir.
Maybe Christine's plan was still salvageable.
"Sure," she said. "I've love a procured drink."
"Let me guess, gin and tonic?" he asked his voice actually doing things to her stomach.
"With more 'g' than 't', thank you," she said. He signaled for the bartender. "I'm Christine."
"Leonard," he said shaking her hand. Oh, nice hands. Warm, strong, with gorgeous fingers. "Now that we've got that out of the way. I've got to tell you that that dress you're wearing is making me think all kinds of inappropriate thoughts."
"What? This old thing?" she said indicating her borrowed dark red spaghetti strap dress, that had a modest neckline and no back to speak of that came to just above her knees. "And may I say, it's very forward of you to say such things."
"Why waste time on frivolity?" he said taking their drinks from the bartender.
"Why indeed," she said letting her fingers brush his when he handed over her drink. He smirked and let his index finger trail down the length of hers. The shiver that went through her body was not fake.
"What should we drink to?" he asked.
"Mmm, how about directness and no strings?" she suggested, not recognizing the woman who had apparently just taken over her body.
Leonard raised an eyebrow and said, "Directness and no strings? Cheers."
They clinked their drinks together.
***
Christine woke up the next day in an unfamiliar hotel room with all sorts of aches in very pleasant places. She looked over at the gentleman she'd actually had the audacity to go home with. He was sprawled on his stomach with one hand resting gently on her hip. She smiled and quietly extricated herself from the bed. She dressed silently and left a note on the pillow that simply said, 'Thank you.'
As she walked home, feeling no shame, by the way, she was struck with a kind of regret that she'd probably never see him again.
***
Two years later, during her Xenobiology lecture, a student towards the back of the class started an argument with the professor. The student's voice reminded her of gin and tonics, strong hands and full body shivers. Christine smiled.
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Date: 2010-01-23 06:56 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-01-22 02:11 pm (UTC)"What is that?"
Pepper looked over her boss who was looking at the thin wooden crate currently leaning against the wall of the hallway. Tony was standing next to it, prodding it slightly with his foot.
"I wouldn't kick that, it's the orginal Jackson Pollock you agreed to buy."
"Oh. I remember that." He cocked his head to the side and examined the crate. He nudged it again. "Just how do you know so much about Pollock and art? I was kind of impressed that day, as I recall."
Pepper cursed her complexion as she felt a blush start and she looked down at her laptop. "Oh, the usual art history courses in college, that sort of thing."
"But, you knew about the cost Miss Potts and that is something else, so 'fess up. You secretly wanted to be an art dealer."
"Yes," she deadpanned. "You've found me out. I wanted to sell works of art at triple their cost to bored businessmen and trophy wives."
"Get yourself a little black beret and let that hair of yours down and you're pretty close to hitting on a secret fantasy of mine."
Pepper Potts, don't you dare look up and meet his eyes, she thought. You'll just melt into a big huge puddle if you do.
She looked up.
His eyes were sparkling and he had the beginnings of a grin on his lips. She felt her answering grin tease at the corners of her mouth and the familiar (dear God, how familiar) swoop and swing of her stomach. "You're a very bad man, Mr Stark."
"Naturally," he said coming over and dropping onto the couch. "What did you want to be then?"
"When?"
"Whenever."
She considered the sudden seriousness of his voice and she realized that her answer had better be a good one.
"When I was six, I thought I was going to be a ballerina," she said. "When I was sixteen, I thought I was going to be an accountant." She looked straight into his eyes. "Now, I'm almost thirty and I'm managing the life of Iron Man."
She smiled and Tony thought that it was a shame no one had ever painted her portrait, and she said, "I'm helping to save the world, Tony. No amount of grand jetes or cleverly put together spreadsheets could ever come close to this."
He gave her one of those small, secret smiles that she'd only ever seen him use around her and then he said, "I don't know, Potts. I think I'd pay a lot of money to watch you dance around on a stage"
Pepper rolled her eyes. "It was ballet, not pole dancing."
"Both involve scant amounts of clothing, it's a win-win, Miss Potts."
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Date: 2010-01-22 03:50 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-02-09 03:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-02-09 10:57 am (UTC)When John and Sam were finally released from the base after weeks of debriefing and medical treatment for Sam, they emerged from the building to a sunny day.
They both flinched.
Sam, from the bright blues and greens and colors, so very unlike Mars and the facility.
John, from the overpowering attack on his enhanced senses.
"John," she whispered, turning her face into his arm, her lips moving against his skin. "Take me home."
He took her hand and led her to a car conveniently left at their disposal. They drove through the day, both wearing Army issued sunglasses. Then through the night with the lights of the car off, because John really didn't need them on.
The old family house looked the same. Slightly empty and musty, but familiar in the usual ways.
John carried a still sleeping Sam from the car into the house. He sat down on the old couch and held her while she slept. His eyes trained on the door and windows.
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Date: 2010-02-13 12:09 am (UTC)