Challenge 103 ~ That Thing with Feathers
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tthdrabblesTitle: With Only Hope Left
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Buffy/Star Wars
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Darth Vader studied the woman before him as she rubbed her neck and tried to catch her breath. A determined face peered out from a wall of greying blonde hair as her green eyes met his mask.
“Why do you insist on fighting?” he demanded taking a step closer. She had lost nearly everything: her family, her planet, those she loved, and she still would not yield.
She gave a raspy laugh, which quickly turned into a cough.
“Because I have to have hope that tomorrow will be better,” Buffy Summers told him. “Because otherwise, what is there for me?”
Title: Murder in the Park
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Buffy/Castle
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; ABC owns "Castle" and all related characters; I own nothing.
“Why are there so many pigeons here?” Buffy asked Dawn as they waited at a crime scene. It was completely by accident that they had stumbled on the two bodies as they walked through Central Park that morning. Buffy planned on giving her statement and moving on. She and Dawn were taking a well-deserved vacation, and she wasn’t going to let a few dead bodies stop that plan.
“No idea, but they can go away now,” Dawn answered, wrinkling her nose at the birds. They were everywhere they went, the most reliable thing other than death and taxes.
Movement beyond the yellow crime scene tape caught her eye. “Finally,” she muttered, watching a group of people she hopefully assumed to be the detectives in charge of this case walk towards them. Buffy’s eyes moved over the three taking the lead--two men and a woman--before freezing on the fourth.
“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” she whispered to Dawn.
“If you are, then so am I,” Dawn answered as the man with Caleb’s face walked towards them, talking freely with the female detective.
“Great, just when I was starting to get used to a supernatural-free vacation,” Buffy complained under her breath.
Title: Don't Blink
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Buffy/Doctor Who/Robin Hood
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; the BBC owns "Doctor Who", "Robin Hood" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Note: Can I get a Robin Hood tag please?
Buffy had no clue how she got here. One moment, she was checking out some creepy old house with way too many stone angels. She had been looking in the garden when she felt something odd. Before she could place it, she had blinked and was standing in the middle of a forest.
Hearing footsteps, Buffy turned around to see a man pointing an arrow at her.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Buffy. And who the hell are you?” she replied curtly, gripping the Scythe tightly.
“Robin of Locksley,” he answered as the pit in Buffy’s stomach grew. Well, shit.
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Buffy/Star Wars
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; George Lucas owns "Star Wars" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Darth Vader studied the woman before him as she rubbed her neck and tried to catch her breath. A determined face peered out from a wall of greying blonde hair as her green eyes met his mask.
“Why do you insist on fighting?” he demanded taking a step closer. She had lost nearly everything: her family, her planet, those she loved, and she still would not yield.
She gave a raspy laugh, which quickly turned into a cough.
“Because I have to have hope that tomorrow will be better,” Buffy Summers told him. “Because otherwise, what is there for me?”
Title: Murder in the Park
Word Count: 200
Fandom: Buffy/Castle
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; ABC owns "Castle" and all related characters; I own nothing.
“Why are there so many pigeons here?” Buffy asked Dawn as they waited at a crime scene. It was completely by accident that they had stumbled on the two bodies as they walked through Central Park that morning. Buffy planned on giving her statement and moving on. She and Dawn were taking a well-deserved vacation, and she wasn’t going to let a few dead bodies stop that plan.
“No idea, but they can go away now,” Dawn answered, wrinkling her nose at the birds. They were everywhere they went, the most reliable thing other than death and taxes.
Movement beyond the yellow crime scene tape caught her eye. “Finally,” she muttered, watching a group of people she hopefully assumed to be the detectives in charge of this case walk towards them. Buffy’s eyes moved over the three taking the lead--two men and a woman--before freezing on the fourth.
“Tell me I’m hallucinating,” she whispered to Dawn.
“If you are, then so am I,” Dawn answered as the man with Caleb’s face walked towards them, talking freely with the female detective.
“Great, just when I was starting to get used to a supernatural-free vacation,” Buffy complained under her breath.
Title: Don't Blink
Word Count: 100
Fandom: Buffy/Doctor Who/Robin Hood
Challenge: #103 - That Thing with Feathers
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" and all related characters; the BBC owns "Doctor Who", "Robin Hood" and all related characters; I own nothing.
Note: Can I get a Robin Hood tag please?
Buffy had no clue how she got here. One moment, she was checking out some creepy old house with way too many stone angels. She had been looking in the garden when she felt something odd. Before she could place it, she had blinked and was standing in the middle of a forest.
Hearing footsteps, Buffy turned around to see a man pointing an arrow at her.
“Who are you?” he demanded.
“Buffy. And who the hell are you?” she replied curtly, gripping the Scythe tightly.
“Robin of Locksley,” he answered as the pit in Buffy’s stomach grew. Well, shit.
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Date: 2011-02-23 01:12 am (UTC)As for Robin of Locksley, I'd say that the BBC has at best partial claim (depending on which incarnation of Robin Hood one runs with in any particular context).