Fic Request Meme

[seren_ccd]

Meme I got from aj

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 for aj
2. McCoy/Chapel for valoscope
3. Pepper/Tony for vega_ofthe_lyre
4. Reaper!John and Sam for hiddencait

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"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."

[vega-ofthe-lyre.livejournal.com]

Adorable! And those last lines are brilliant :D

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I forgot how fun these two can be.