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tthdrabblesTitle: Not in the Job Description.
Fandom: B:tVS/Doctor Who
Challenge: #12: Hyperactivity
Word Count: 100
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“Buffy!”
“What is it, Dawn?”
“It, they--”
“What?!”
“The baby slayers!”
“What’d they do now?”
“They gave them sugar.”
Dread filled Buffy’s heart. “Dawn, if you’re joking about this--”
“I so am not! You have to stop them, Buffy!”
Buffy approached the training room where the bang, clatter, and devilish laughter came from. She was the Slayer, she could do this.
She opened the door.
Oh, God. Where’d they get so much pudding from?
“Buffy!” Manic smiles in tandem.
Hell Gods she could deal with, where’d it say she had to deal with a hyperactive Time Lord and Xander Harris?
Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Fandom: B:tVS/SG-1
Challenge: 38. Fishing
Word Count: 100
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“You like to fish?” Xander asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jack defended.
“Didn’t say there was.” Xander was watching him with a hint of calculation that made Jack very wary. The last time he’d seen that look…well, Faith still looked like she wanted to maim him.
“You know, I think it’s time we introduced you to a time honored tradition.” Xander grinned innocently.
Jack wasn‘t fooled. “What?”
“It’s a little like fishing.”
“Really.”
“Yeah. Only there are vampires involved.”
Jack couldn‘t not ask. “How is this related to fishing?”
“Well, sometimes you’re the fisherman and sometimes you’re the bait.”
Title: Alliances and Associations
Fandom: B:tVS/SPN
Challenge: 63. Death
Word Count: 200
Notes: Suggestions of slash.
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“We should start our own club.”
“There are a ton of people that have died and come back to life.”
“Multiple times?”
“Maybe. Like hardcore stunt people or something.”
“After being dead for months?”
“Zombies count, right?”
“To fulfill some duty and/or destiny?”
“You’re being kinda picky don’t you think?”
“Hey, if we don’t have standards everyone will want to come and join.”
“And you want to start a pathetic club consisting of two?”
“Exclusive! Not pathetic!”
“Were you always like this or did they forget the rest of your brain when they brought you back?”
“You’re one to talk.”
“What would we name the damned thing anyway?”
“The Association of Heroic Resurrection?”
“You’d attract all the crazy religious nuts.”
“Let’s see you do better.”
“The Mostly Dead Society.”
“You watched that movie? Ha!”
“Bite me, Summers. Don’t need a name anyway, not for two people, and obviously, I‘m President.”
“Obviously, you’re touched in the head. I‘m President. You can be my minion.”
“Fuck and no. I‘m the one that got brought back by an angel.”
“The angel card again? Isn‘t a little blasphemous? Not that I‘m judging.”
“What?”
“Your thing for Cas.”
“WHAT?!”
“Denial is futile.”
“You suck.”
Title: Chocolate Chip
Fandom: B:tVS/SGA
Challenge: 3. Cookies
Word Count: 100
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“Are those chocolate-chip cookies!” Rodney’s voice held an unhealthy amount of lust towards the baked goods in Ronon’s possession.
John couldn’t blame him.
Ronon taunted them by licking his chocolate stained fingers.
Rodney whimpered. “Where the hell did you get those? Who’d you have to kill? And why aren’t you sharing!?”
“Willow. No one. Mine,” Ronon answered shortly and with smug pleasure.
“Who? Why?” Rodney’s hand was smacked away when it came too close.
“I think she is courting Ronon. Thank you,” Teyla said as she accepted a cookie.
Taking in their pathetic expressions, Ronon tossed one to John. “Share.”
Title: Calling
Fandom: B:tVS/Dresden files
Challenge: 32. work/jobs
Word Count: 100
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“You have got to be kidding me.”
“What? You don’t think a girl can wield a sword?” Cordelia questioned viciously. “Oh, gross. I have Vamp on my shoes! My $500 shoes!”
Harry knew better than to piss off a woman with a sword. (Especially when he’d just watched her tear through vampires like they were tissue paper.)
“That’s not it. I just can’t believe--you, that sword--”
“Are you defective or something? Spit it out!”
“The sword is special.”
“Great. Fantastic. Can you elaborate or would that hurt your deficient mental capacities?”
“Congratulations you’ve been tapped as a warrior for God.”
Title: Wisdom > Age
Fandom: B:tVS/Dresden files
Challenge: 76. Charity
Word Count: 100
Notes: Companion to Calling. Both are dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
settiai who enabled the Dresden love.
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“I don’t think your wife likes me much.”
Michael looks at the new bearer of Amoracchius with a bit of wonder.
Female Knights are rare, but so very fierce and bright.
Cordelia Chase isn’t the exception. She’s strong, dedicated, and ardent in the calling even if she doesn’t act it.
“She’s just--it’s hard for her. She can’t help but remember when it was me, going out and getting hurt. And you‘re so young--” They both saw a young woman, barely older than their daughter, shouldering a grave duty.
“Not that young,” Cordelia says with ancient eyes.
“No,” Michael agrees sadly.
Fandom: B:tVS/Doctor Who
Challenge: #12: Hyperactivity
Word Count: 100
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“Buffy!”
“What is it, Dawn?”
“It, they--”
“What?!”
“The baby slayers!”
“What’d they do now?”
“They gave them sugar.”
Dread filled Buffy’s heart. “Dawn, if you’re joking about this--”
“I so am not! You have to stop them, Buffy!”
Buffy approached the training room where the bang, clatter, and devilish laughter came from. She was the Slayer, she could do this.
She opened the door.
Oh, God. Where’d they get so much pudding from?
“Buffy!” Manic smiles in tandem.
Hell Gods she could deal with, where’d it say she had to deal with a hyperactive Time Lord and Xander Harris?
Title: Hook, Line, and Sinker
Fandom: B:tVS/SG-1
Challenge: 38. Fishing
Word Count: 100
--------
“You like to fish?” Xander asked.
“There’s nothing wrong with that,” Jack defended.
“Didn’t say there was.” Xander was watching him with a hint of calculation that made Jack very wary. The last time he’d seen that look…well, Faith still looked like she wanted to maim him.
“You know, I think it’s time we introduced you to a time honored tradition.” Xander grinned innocently.
Jack wasn‘t fooled. “What?”
“It’s a little like fishing.”
“Really.”
“Yeah. Only there are vampires involved.”
Jack couldn‘t not ask. “How is this related to fishing?”
“Well, sometimes you’re the fisherman and sometimes you’re the bait.”
Title: Alliances and Associations
Fandom: B:tVS/SPN
Challenge: 63. Death
Word Count: 200
Notes: Suggestions of slash.
--------
“We should start our own club.”
“There are a ton of people that have died and come back to life.”
“Multiple times?”
“Maybe. Like hardcore stunt people or something.”
“After being dead for months?”
“Zombies count, right?”
“To fulfill some duty and/or destiny?”
“You’re being kinda picky don’t you think?”
“Hey, if we don’t have standards everyone will want to come and join.”
“And you want to start a pathetic club consisting of two?”
“Exclusive! Not pathetic!”
“Were you always like this or did they forget the rest of your brain when they brought you back?”
“You’re one to talk.”
“What would we name the damned thing anyway?”
“The Association of Heroic Resurrection?”
“You’d attract all the crazy religious nuts.”
“Let’s see you do better.”
“The Mostly Dead Society.”
“You watched that movie? Ha!”
“Bite me, Summers. Don’t need a name anyway, not for two people, and obviously, I‘m President.”
“Obviously, you’re touched in the head. I‘m President. You can be my minion.”
“Fuck and no. I‘m the one that got brought back by an angel.”
“The angel card again? Isn‘t a little blasphemous? Not that I‘m judging.”
“What?”
“Your thing for Cas.”
“WHAT?!”
“Denial is futile.”
“You suck.”
Title: Chocolate Chip
Fandom: B:tVS/SGA
Challenge: 3. Cookies
Word Count: 100
--------
“Are those chocolate-chip cookies!” Rodney’s voice held an unhealthy amount of lust towards the baked goods in Ronon’s possession.
John couldn’t blame him.
Ronon taunted them by licking his chocolate stained fingers.
Rodney whimpered. “Where the hell did you get those? Who’d you have to kill? And why aren’t you sharing!?”
“Willow. No one. Mine,” Ronon answered shortly and with smug pleasure.
“Who? Why?” Rodney’s hand was smacked away when it came too close.
“I think she is courting Ronon. Thank you,” Teyla said as she accepted a cookie.
Taking in their pathetic expressions, Ronon tossed one to John. “Share.”
Title: Calling
Fandom: B:tVS/Dresden files
Challenge: 32. work/jobs
Word Count: 100
--------
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“What? You don’t think a girl can wield a sword?” Cordelia questioned viciously. “Oh, gross. I have Vamp on my shoes! My $500 shoes!”
Harry knew better than to piss off a woman with a sword. (Especially when he’d just watched her tear through vampires like they were tissue paper.)
“That’s not it. I just can’t believe--you, that sword--”
“Are you defective or something? Spit it out!”
“The sword is special.”
“Great. Fantastic. Can you elaborate or would that hurt your deficient mental capacities?”
“Congratulations you’ve been tapped as a warrior for God.”
Title: Wisdom > Age
Fandom: B:tVS/Dresden files
Challenge: 76. Charity
Word Count: 100
Notes: Companion to Calling. Both are dedicated to
settiai who enabled the Dresden love.--------
“I don’t think your wife likes me much.”
Michael looks at the new bearer of Amoracchius with a bit of wonder.
Female Knights are rare, but so very fierce and bright.
Cordelia Chase isn’t the exception. She’s strong, dedicated, and ardent in the calling even if she doesn’t act it.
“She’s just--it’s hard for her. She can’t help but remember when it was me, going out and getting hurt. And you‘re so young--” They both saw a young woman, barely older than their daughter, shouldering a grave duty.
“Not that young,” Cordelia says with ancient eyes.
“No,” Michael agrees sadly.
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Date: 2009-03-07 09:58 am (UTC)Oooh, Cordy and her $500 shoes!
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Date: 2009-03-07 11:08 pm (UTC)They're terrifying.
^_^
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Date: 2009-03-07 11:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-07 11:09 pm (UTC)*delight*
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Date: 2009-03-12 07:18 am (UTC)