Challenge #92
Nov. 22nd, 2009 10:07 pmTitle: Going to California
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Draco sighed. This was bad.
It had been a rough year since Voldemort’s downfall. Finding out he had a half-sister only seven months younger than himself had been the arsenic icing on the dragon dung cake. Now that he knew, though, he had to see her. He’d wanted a friend- or the closest thing he had to a friend left- along.
It wasn’t as if he could ask Father about her. Given her Muggle mother, and what he now knew of the Death Eaters, his sister was unlikely to be the product of a consensual encounter. Unfortunately, his sister and her mother lived in America. Thus far, nothing about this impromptu little road trip was easy, least of all getting into Sunnydale, California without being noticed by the American Ministry. The American Aurors who had stopped them just outside that restricted area were checking with their superiors.
“If we have to ‘explain’, Zabini, we were drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time, all right?”
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“That at least has the benefit of being mostly true, Malfoy, seeing as we were drunk and you thought a visit to the Hellmouth was a good idea.”
Title: Johnny Get Your Gun
Word Count: 100
Fandom: BtVS/LotR
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
“Orcs? Orcs traveling openly through the Mark by day?”
Theodred and Eomer both sounded outraged that the servants of Saruman had become so bold. They no longer even attempted to hide their trespass. These ones seemed to be in a hurry - they must realize the Rohirrim would not countenance this latest outrage.
Buffy grinned.
Theodred turned to her with a fierce glare.
“What under the heavens can you find amusing in all this?” he demanded.
“That you boys are wasting time complaining instead of saddling up for the road trip to show the orcs the error of their ways.”
Title: Waiting On The World To Change
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/BSG
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Dawn had been on Galactica way too long. It had been okay while the Fleet had been on the move- she’d started to think of it as being the ultimate road trip, albeit with unusually bad food and worse scenery. The destination at the end was going to be pretty damn cool, though, so that made it worth it.
But this endless dragging on of days going through the same routine, hoping against hope that her sister, Sam, and everyone else on New Caprica were still alive, that somehow they’d find a way to make contact with the Raptors who jumped in daily to listen for them, that Lee and his dad would find a way to rescue them and resume the journey… It was grinding everyone down, and Dawn was running out of ideas to keep people’s spirits up. And she knew it was just as bad in the other ships that had evaded the Cylon invasion and occupation of mankind’s ‘new home’.
It was one thing to be told that she was supposed to help guide what was left of humanity to Earth. It was another to keep that remnant from tearing itself apart before they got there.
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/HP
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Draco sighed. This was bad.
It had been a rough year since Voldemort’s downfall. Finding out he had a half-sister only seven months younger than himself had been the arsenic icing on the dragon dung cake. Now that he knew, though, he had to see her. He’d wanted a friend- or the closest thing he had to a friend left- along.
It wasn’t as if he could ask Father about her. Given her Muggle mother, and what he now knew of the Death Eaters, his sister was unlikely to be the product of a consensual encounter. Unfortunately, his sister and her mother lived in America. Thus far, nothing about this impromptu little road trip was easy, least of all getting into Sunnydale, California without being noticed by the American Ministry. The American Aurors who had stopped them just outside that restricted area were checking with their superiors.
“If we have to ‘explain’, Zabini, we were drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time, all right?”
Blaise rolled his eyes.
“That at least has the benefit of being mostly true, Malfoy, seeing as we were drunk and you thought a visit to the Hellmouth was a good idea.”
Title: Johnny Get Your Gun
Word Count: 100
Fandom: BtVS/LotR
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
“Orcs? Orcs traveling openly through the Mark by day?”
Theodred and Eomer both sounded outraged that the servants of Saruman had become so bold. They no longer even attempted to hide their trespass. These ones seemed to be in a hurry - they must realize the Rohirrim would not countenance this latest outrage.
Buffy grinned.
Theodred turned to her with a fierce glare.
“What under the heavens can you find amusing in all this?” he demanded.
“That you boys are wasting time complaining instead of saddling up for the road trip to show the orcs the error of their ways.”
Title: Waiting On The World To Change
Word Count: 200
Fandom: BtVS/BSG
Challenge: #92 - Road Trip
Disclaimer: I didn't create the characters, I'm just playing with them.
Dawn had been on Galactica way too long. It had been okay while the Fleet had been on the move- she’d started to think of it as being the ultimate road trip, albeit with unusually bad food and worse scenery. The destination at the end was going to be pretty damn cool, though, so that made it worth it.
But this endless dragging on of days going through the same routine, hoping against hope that her sister, Sam, and everyone else on New Caprica were still alive, that somehow they’d find a way to make contact with the Raptors who jumped in daily to listen for them, that Lee and his dad would find a way to rescue them and resume the journey… It was grinding everyone down, and Dawn was running out of ideas to keep people’s spirits up. And she knew it was just as bad in the other ships that had evaded the Cylon invasion and occupation of mankind’s ‘new home’.
It was one thing to be told that she was supposed to help guide what was left of humanity to Earth. It was another to keep that remnant from tearing itself apart before they got there.