12 drabbles - multifandom
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tommygirl12 drabbles in different fandoms...wow, I used to do this thing called writing a bit.
1) response to first line meme
Title: In the Old Days
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie
I used to have one hell of a view. I used to be able to lean over the balcony of my flat and see calming blue water for miles. I thought I was lucky, that it proved that my band had made it and that I was a someone because I lived in a place with a bloody brilliant view.
Sitting here on what's left of a seat from the airplane, eating the same crap airplane food for yet another day (which does beat no food at all shockingly), and trying to make my hits last for as long as possible, I realize that I don't even like the ocean. Its stupid sounds keep me up all night. It keeps the lot of us trapped here with that growling, angr1y thing that ate the pilot. It's worthless. Almost as worthless as I feel.
But there's only so much a bassist can offer a group of crash survivors.
2) response to challenge # 2 - traditions
Title: Charlie's Plan
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie
It's his new tradition, Charlie decides while walking down the beach. He jogs off in the opposite direction of everyone, allowing them to believe God knows what - he's become like Locke and taken to hunting - while he stares down at his stash.
Only occasionally is he allowed to use it. He reminds himself that it has to last. No one wants to deal with a drug addict going through withdrawal on top of everything else. He glances at the bag, creating a dodgy plan - today a smidge, tomorrow none. As if it works like that, as if it can.
3) response to first line meme
Title: Forgiveness
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, James
The first really big thing Sirius needed forgiving for was telling the others that James had it bad for Lily Evans. He couldn't recall a time ever witnessing James get so angry with him, ignoring him for days and stewing quietly in the corner. Sirius was definitely not used to that. James was the type to say what was on his mind-to shout, holler, and go with his temper and then let it blow over.
That didn't happen this time. James would look at him with this pitiable expression, as though to let him know that sometimes Sirius really was just like the rest of his family, dimwitted to anything that involved emotions.
Luckily, James did forgive him. After much begging, humiliation, and coercing both Remus and Peter into acting as his emissaries, James sat down next to him in the study room. He looked at Sirius and said, "So she still won't give me the time of day. I'm starting to get insulted."
4) 2nd response to first line meme
Title: Nightmares
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco/Harry
The dreams come to Malfoy with disturbing frequency. There is blood on his hands, in infinite amounts, no matter how quickly he washes it away. He wakes up with a jolt and wonders where the homage to Lady Macbeth is coming from and then he remembers.
He remembers watching Harry crawl toward him, covered in blood, and being unable to move forward because of arms holding him back. He remembers the sacrifices that the boy he spent years hating made for him and the rest of wizarding world under the guise of his own revenge. He remembers nights when that hatred metamorphosed into something more, something Draco wished he could keep locked away forever.
But now the dreams were all he had left.
5) response to challenge # 3 - different perspective
Title: The Other Woman
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Characters: Sherry
Sherry's POV on the 2nd season finale
I knew he loved her. She was the soulmate, the one, the whatever other romantical terminlogy you want to use. That's why we broke up. He said it was because I was too demanding and that we wanted different things, but what he meant was, "I want Lorelai and you can never be her."
I meant what I said when I called him-I was having the baby, but I didn't expect anything. I did, but he was with her. I could hear it in his voice. If Christopher chose me, I would be the consolation prize. I would always know that.
6) response to challenge # 42 - water
Title: The Drink
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"I don't think this is a vodka tonic," Dan stated, pushing his glass toward Casey.
Casey didn't glance away from his paper as he pushed the glass back over and asked, "What do you think it is?"
"Water."
"That's a slight mistake on the bartender's part."
"I'd say. Taste it."
"I'm not going to test your drink, Danny."
"What if it is Vodka and I take it back? I'll look like an idiot."
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"I'm pretending I didn't hear that while enjoying my water."
"Or Vodka."
"Or Vodka. Either way, I'll enjoy it."
"Good."
"Even though a real friend would taste it for me."
7) response to challenge # 43 - routine
Title: Routine
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"I have a routine, Danny. I like to sit here, read the sports section with my cup of coffee, without interruption. Afterwards I'll be more than willing to listen to your sure-to-be inane story."
"And you wonder why you're so uncool," Dan counters, lifting his feet onto his desk. He meets Casey's annoyed gaze and shrugs, "Routines are boring."
"Routines are what this country was founded on. I am an American and I love routine."
"That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. You do realize that?"
Casey sighs and points to his coffee, "Because you screwed up my routine."
"Right. Sorry."
8) response to First Line Meme Challenge
Title: Going Crazy
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"What are you doing?" Casey questioned, peering out from his New York Times at Dan, who was mumbling under his breath and pacing around their office. This was not normal Dan Rydell behavior. Usually, Dan didn't know the meaning of phrases like "suffer in silence" or "working through it on my own." When Dan didn't respond, Casey lowered his paper and asked, "Danny? It's one thing to talk to yourself, but another to answer back."
"What?" Dan replied, glancing over at Casey with one of his what-are-you-going-on-about looks that he often got, despite the fact that he was the one acting like a certifiable lunatic.
"You're acting like a crazy person."
"Is that anyway to talk to someone in therapy?"
"It would if that was why you were acting like a crazy person."
"Explain."
"You've been walking around, muttering nonsense all morning, Danny. I'm waiting for you to start quoting lyrics and dancing around in a tutu."
"Don't be ridiculous, Casey. I don't have the hips to pull off a tutu."
Casey rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about."
"Your actions lead me to believe otherwise."
"My actions are caffeine induced."
"And the mutterings?"
"I know not of what you speak."
"I'm pretty sure you do."
"Nope."
"And there is nothing to talk about?"
"Not a thing."
"Great."
"Yes, great," Dan replied. He sat down on the couch and then leaned forward. He took a breath and went on, "Except, well, the thing is…"
Casey smiled. Now this was normal Dan behavior and he could react to that.
9) written for sdlucly's icon drabble prompt
Title: The Moment
Fandom: The O.C.
Characters: Seth/Ryan
Seth stared out at the water and took in a long, restorative breath as the wind slapped against his face. This was his favorite place, he decided. Sitting on his boat, whether it was docked or out on the open water, feeling the water lurch below him as the wind flanked through his sails and clothing.
And it was all the better sharing it with someone—the someone—the person who he met as a young boy (Playstation controller in hand like the utter loser he always was--though he quickly became skilled at kicking Ryan's ass whenever the chance arose) and had grown into a man around. The guy who had appeared in his life one day like a stray puppy his father had brought home from the pound and had stuck around. Seth wasn’t used to people (other than his parents anyway) sticking around, let alone being there for him.
Ryan was his best friend and the more time he spent with Ryan, the more he knew it would be impossible not to love him.
So it was totally not his fault that he ended up kissing Ryan one afternoon. Because Ryan was irresistible. One only had to ask Marissa or Teresa for confirmation if they had any doubts.
But the difference, the thing that confused and elated and scared the fuck out of Seth, was that Ryan loved him back. Seth knew that he was the lucky one. He was lucky because Ryan felt the same way about him. Ryan was his and Seth knew that would never change. Seth knew that the way he knew his name—something that simply was and could never not be—and he found himself watching Ryan out of the corner of his eye. There was something about Ryan in that moment, a man lying languidly on a towel next to him, that made Seth’s chest constrict and nerves backfire in his palms.
Seth couldn’t help but smile. He wanted to say something, to offer up an anecdote or mention how hot Ryan looked lying there with the water reflecting off of him, but Seth also didn’t want to spoil the moment. It was so easy to do, sometimes without even realizing it, and he couldn’t recall a time recently where he and Ryan had been able to do something like this. A few small seconds in the midst of busy schedules where they could simply coexist without worrying about communicating or catching up or any of the trivialities of life.
No, things were perfect and any words would ruin it. So Seth laid back down against the warmth of the dock and nestled against Ryan. There were no words spoken as Ryan wrapped his arm around Seth and pulled him closer.
10) drabble written to cheer up a friend
Title: Dude, You're Arvid!
Fandom: The O.C.
Characters: Seth and Ryan
Seth glanced at the table and pretended not to notice that not only did magazines on concrete exist, but that Ryan was reading them. Willingly. Like on purpose. He sipped his coffee, perused the comic section of the newspaper, and went about eating his toast.
Until Ryan chuckled at something he was reading. Surely, this was some fantastical set-up? A bad dream? Because the Ryan he knew would not be laughing at anecdotes about concrete.
"Who broke you, man?"
Ryan looked up from his magazine and gave Seth that typical what-are-you-talking-about-now gaze. He shrugged and said, "What?"
Seth traced his fingers over the magazine and said, "I thought we agreed long ago that I got to be the loser in this friendship."
"Did we?"
"Yeah, and I gotta tell ya, Ryan, you're in a precarious situation here. You're not only about to pass me on the lonely geek road, you're about to pass everyone, including Arvid from Head Of the Class?"
"Who?"
Seth mock gasped, "What kind of childhood did you have?" Off the glare, Seth shrugged and said, "Oh right. Nevermind. Let's just say Arvid is bad. You don't want to be Arvid. No one wants to be Arvid."
"You're babbling again, Seth."
"It's because I'm worried and I get like that when I'm worried."
"About me being Arvid?"
"And reading magazines on concrete and liking it. What's with you? Did you fall out of your bed and hit your head?"
Ryan didn't answer. He stood up, stuff his magazine into his bag, and said, "We're going to be late."
11) challenge - write drabbles incorporating 3 prompt words, influences or phrases: peace offering, smirk, fingernails
Title: Apologies
Fandom: Roswell - Maria/Michael
Rating: PG
Maria rested her forehead on the empty counter of the Crashdown. She was tired-physically, mentally. Sick of fighting with Michael and being apart, and found herself considering his inarticulate peace offering.
It didn't help that she made the mistake of looking at him. He wore the typical Michael smirk, but his eyes were different. They looked worn, pleading her to react somehow. He made an effort, right? He was there-a miracle considering his stubborness.
She closed the distance between them. He smiled, scooping her up in his arms, his fingernails catching in her hair, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
12) Response to challenge "sleeping with the enemy"
Title: Sleeping With The Enemy
Fandom: alias
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
He's the enemy, Sydney tells herself. She uses the admonishing tone that her father or Dixon would use if they found out about these ongoing liasons she has with Sark.
She can always justify it though. She hates to-something that reminds her of her life as a double agent at SD-6. Lying to friends, covering her tracks, hiding every emotion she feels. But sometimes being with Sark is the only time she feels alive, the only time her two years gone stop ruling her life and she can simply be. It's not love so what does it matter if she sleeps with him?
1) response to first line meme
Title: In the Old Days
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie
I used to have one hell of a view. I used to be able to lean over the balcony of my flat and see calming blue water for miles. I thought I was lucky, that it proved that my band had made it and that I was a someone because I lived in a place with a bloody brilliant view.
Sitting here on what's left of a seat from the airplane, eating the same crap airplane food for yet another day (which does beat no food at all shockingly), and trying to make my hits last for as long as possible, I realize that I don't even like the ocean. Its stupid sounds keep me up all night. It keeps the lot of us trapped here with that growling, angr1y thing that ate the pilot. It's worthless. Almost as worthless as I feel.
But there's only so much a bassist can offer a group of crash survivors.
2) response to challenge # 2 - traditions
Title: Charlie's Plan
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Charlie
It's his new tradition, Charlie decides while walking down the beach. He jogs off in the opposite direction of everyone, allowing them to believe God knows what - he's become like Locke and taken to hunting - while he stares down at his stash.
Only occasionally is he allowed to use it. He reminds himself that it has to last. No one wants to deal with a drug addict going through withdrawal on top of everything else. He glances at the bag, creating a dodgy plan - today a smidge, tomorrow none. As if it works like that, as if it can.
3) response to first line meme
Title: Forgiveness
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Sirius, James
The first really big thing Sirius needed forgiving for was telling the others that James had it bad for Lily Evans. He couldn't recall a time ever witnessing James get so angry with him, ignoring him for days and stewing quietly in the corner. Sirius was definitely not used to that. James was the type to say what was on his mind-to shout, holler, and go with his temper and then let it blow over.
That didn't happen this time. James would look at him with this pitiable expression, as though to let him know that sometimes Sirius really was just like the rest of his family, dimwitted to anything that involved emotions.
Luckily, James did forgive him. After much begging, humiliation, and coercing both Remus and Peter into acting as his emissaries, James sat down next to him in the study room. He looked at Sirius and said, "So she still won't give me the time of day. I'm starting to get insulted."
4) 2nd response to first line meme
Title: Nightmares
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Draco/Harry
The dreams come to Malfoy with disturbing frequency. There is blood on his hands, in infinite amounts, no matter how quickly he washes it away. He wakes up with a jolt and wonders where the homage to Lady Macbeth is coming from and then he remembers.
He remembers watching Harry crawl toward him, covered in blood, and being unable to move forward because of arms holding him back. He remembers the sacrifices that the boy he spent years hating made for him and the rest of wizarding world under the guise of his own revenge. He remembers nights when that hatred metamorphosed into something more, something Draco wished he could keep locked away forever.
But now the dreams were all he had left.
5) response to challenge # 3 - different perspective
Title: The Other Woman
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Characters: Sherry
Sherry's POV on the 2nd season finale
I knew he loved her. She was the soulmate, the one, the whatever other romantical terminlogy you want to use. That's why we broke up. He said it was because I was too demanding and that we wanted different things, but what he meant was, "I want Lorelai and you can never be her."
I meant what I said when I called him-I was having the baby, but I didn't expect anything. I did, but he was with her. I could hear it in his voice. If Christopher chose me, I would be the consolation prize. I would always know that.
6) response to challenge # 42 - water
Title: The Drink
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"I don't think this is a vodka tonic," Dan stated, pushing his glass toward Casey.
Casey didn't glance away from his paper as he pushed the glass back over and asked, "What do you think it is?"
"Water."
"That's a slight mistake on the bartender's part."
"I'd say. Taste it."
"I'm not going to test your drink, Danny."
"What if it is Vodka and I take it back? I'll look like an idiot."
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"I'm pretending I didn't hear that while enjoying my water."
"Or Vodka."
"Or Vodka. Either way, I'll enjoy it."
"Good."
"Even though a real friend would taste it for me."
7) response to challenge # 43 - routine
Title: Routine
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"I have a routine, Danny. I like to sit here, read the sports section with my cup of coffee, without interruption. Afterwards I'll be more than willing to listen to your sure-to-be inane story."
"And you wonder why you're so uncool," Dan counters, lifting his feet onto his desk. He meets Casey's annoyed gaze and shrugs, "Routines are boring."
"Routines are what this country was founded on. I am an American and I love routine."
"That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever. You do realize that?"
Casey sighs and points to his coffee, "Because you screwed up my routine."
"Right. Sorry."
8) response to First Line Meme Challenge
Title: Going Crazy
Fandom: Sports Night
Characters: Dan, Casey
"What are you doing?" Casey questioned, peering out from his New York Times at Dan, who was mumbling under his breath and pacing around their office. This was not normal Dan Rydell behavior. Usually, Dan didn't know the meaning of phrases like "suffer in silence" or "working through it on my own." When Dan didn't respond, Casey lowered his paper and asked, "Danny? It's one thing to talk to yourself, but another to answer back."
"What?" Dan replied, glancing over at Casey with one of his what-are-you-going-on-about looks that he often got, despite the fact that he was the one acting like a certifiable lunatic.
"You're acting like a crazy person."
"Is that anyway to talk to someone in therapy?"
"It would if that was why you were acting like a crazy person."
"Explain."
"You've been walking around, muttering nonsense all morning, Danny. I'm waiting for you to start quoting lyrics and dancing around in a tutu."
"Don't be ridiculous, Casey. I don't have the hips to pull off a tutu."
Casey rolled his eyes and asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Nothing to talk about."
"Your actions lead me to believe otherwise."
"My actions are caffeine induced."
"And the mutterings?"
"I know not of what you speak."
"I'm pretty sure you do."
"Nope."
"And there is nothing to talk about?"
"Not a thing."
"Great."
"Yes, great," Dan replied. He sat down on the couch and then leaned forward. He took a breath and went on, "Except, well, the thing is…"
Casey smiled. Now this was normal Dan behavior and he could react to that.
9) written for sdlucly's icon drabble prompt
Title: The Moment
Fandom: The O.C.
Characters: Seth/Ryan
Seth stared out at the water and took in a long, restorative breath as the wind slapped against his face. This was his favorite place, he decided. Sitting on his boat, whether it was docked or out on the open water, feeling the water lurch below him as the wind flanked through his sails and clothing.
And it was all the better sharing it with someone—the someone—the person who he met as a young boy (Playstation controller in hand like the utter loser he always was--though he quickly became skilled at kicking Ryan's ass whenever the chance arose) and had grown into a man around. The guy who had appeared in his life one day like a stray puppy his father had brought home from the pound and had stuck around. Seth wasn’t used to people (other than his parents anyway) sticking around, let alone being there for him.
Ryan was his best friend and the more time he spent with Ryan, the more he knew it would be impossible not to love him.
So it was totally not his fault that he ended up kissing Ryan one afternoon. Because Ryan was irresistible. One only had to ask Marissa or Teresa for confirmation if they had any doubts.
But the difference, the thing that confused and elated and scared the fuck out of Seth, was that Ryan loved him back. Seth knew that he was the lucky one. He was lucky because Ryan felt the same way about him. Ryan was his and Seth knew that would never change. Seth knew that the way he knew his name—something that simply was and could never not be—and he found himself watching Ryan out of the corner of his eye. There was something about Ryan in that moment, a man lying languidly on a towel next to him, that made Seth’s chest constrict and nerves backfire in his palms.
Seth couldn’t help but smile. He wanted to say something, to offer up an anecdote or mention how hot Ryan looked lying there with the water reflecting off of him, but Seth also didn’t want to spoil the moment. It was so easy to do, sometimes without even realizing it, and he couldn’t recall a time recently where he and Ryan had been able to do something like this. A few small seconds in the midst of busy schedules where they could simply coexist without worrying about communicating or catching up or any of the trivialities of life.
No, things were perfect and any words would ruin it. So Seth laid back down against the warmth of the dock and nestled against Ryan. There were no words spoken as Ryan wrapped his arm around Seth and pulled him closer.
10) drabble written to cheer up a friend
Title: Dude, You're Arvid!
Fandom: The O.C.
Characters: Seth and Ryan
Seth glanced at the table and pretended not to notice that not only did magazines on concrete exist, but that Ryan was reading them. Willingly. Like on purpose. He sipped his coffee, perused the comic section of the newspaper, and went about eating his toast.
Until Ryan chuckled at something he was reading. Surely, this was some fantastical set-up? A bad dream? Because the Ryan he knew would not be laughing at anecdotes about concrete.
"Who broke you, man?"
Ryan looked up from his magazine and gave Seth that typical what-are-you-talking-about-now gaze. He shrugged and said, "What?"
Seth traced his fingers over the magazine and said, "I thought we agreed long ago that I got to be the loser in this friendship."
"Did we?"
"Yeah, and I gotta tell ya, Ryan, you're in a precarious situation here. You're not only about to pass me on the lonely geek road, you're about to pass everyone, including Arvid from Head Of the Class?"
"Who?"
Seth mock gasped, "What kind of childhood did you have?" Off the glare, Seth shrugged and said, "Oh right. Nevermind. Let's just say Arvid is bad. You don't want to be Arvid. No one wants to be Arvid."
"You're babbling again, Seth."
"It's because I'm worried and I get like that when I'm worried."
"About me being Arvid?"
"And reading magazines on concrete and liking it. What's with you? Did you fall out of your bed and hit your head?"
Ryan didn't answer. He stood up, stuff his magazine into his bag, and said, "We're going to be late."
11) challenge - write drabbles incorporating 3 prompt words, influences or phrases: peace offering, smirk, fingernails
Title: Apologies
Fandom: Roswell - Maria/Michael
Rating: PG
Maria rested her forehead on the empty counter of the Crashdown. She was tired-physically, mentally. Sick of fighting with Michael and being apart, and found herself considering his inarticulate peace offering.
It didn't help that she made the mistake of looking at him. He wore the typical Michael smirk, but his eyes were different. They looked worn, pleading her to react somehow. He made an effort, right? He was there-a miracle considering his stubborness.
She closed the distance between them. He smiled, scooping her up in his arms, his fingernails catching in her hair, and whispered, "I'm sorry."
12) Response to challenge "sleeping with the enemy"
Title: Sleeping With The Enemy
Fandom: alias
Pairing: Sydney/Sark
He's the enemy, Sydney tells herself. She uses the admonishing tone that her father or Dixon would use if they found out about these ongoing liasons she has with Sark.
She can always justify it though. She hates to-something that reminds her of her life as a double agent at SD-6. Lying to friends, covering her tracks, hiding every emotion she feels. But sometimes being with Sark is the only time she feels alive, the only time her two years gone stop ruling her life and she can simply be. It's not love so what does it matter if she sleeps with him?
