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monkeybard on the end of an IM convo with one brain-tired methylviolet10b ?
You get DRABBLES! I was bored at the office yesterday. She had dice in her desk and a need for distraction. She sent me six words, each with a different fandom connected to it. Here is her list:
1 - Firefly - align
2 - Enterprise - lock
3 - H50 - slippery
4 - AbFab - arbitrary
5 - Who - venture
6 - Sherlock – meeting
Here, in the order written and sent to her, NOT the order above, are the results. I hope you find them entertaining.
Venture (Doctor Who)
I didn’t ask if he thought it was a good idea. Yes or no are irrelevant when you have no choices left.
The grinding noise of the console was almost as bad as it used to be, back before I released the parking brake. That’s never a good sign. Coming out of that slingshot maneuver created such an extreme parallax that the sensors had a hell of a time adjusting.
“Sweetie—”
“Hang on!”
“You should have said that before!”
“Didn’t I?”
We stabilized at last and the sensors caught up.
“Nothing ventured…”
I glared at the readouts. “Nothing gained.”
Slippery - Hawaii 5-O
(Dedicated toktbob )
“So, you’re seeing her again?” Steve thought he kept his voice neutral, but Danny could read him like the proverbial book.
“Not like you mean.” There was that little smile. The one that lit his eyes more than it curved his lips.
Steve returned it with one just a little bigger, a little bolder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And before you ask, yeah to your next question, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“What’d I just say?”
That Jersey accent nearly did Steve in every time. Today, he let it. “I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”
Danny took Steve’s hand. “Me either.”
Align - Firefly
“Mal—”
He knew that voice. That was her ‘warning voice’. He elicited it too often, and it was usually his own fault. He mimicked it. “Inara—”
She didn’t smile. She looked almost sad. That wasn’t what he’d intended.
See? His own rutting fault.
“We’re neither of us very good at this, are we?” It wasn’t really a question.
“Ships are easier to align than lives.”
Leave it to her to make it sound all poetical. That whore’s education of hers would always have him beat with the pretty talking.
“Harder to fix, though, when you get it wrong.”
Lock - ST: Enterprise
“It’s not that simple.”
“You’re the head of Security!”
“And you’re the Chief Engineer. I don’t see how stating titles is going to get us out of this mess. Maybe if I had the right tools…”
“Maybe we’re looking at this all wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re trying to get out when we should be taking advantage of the situation.” He jiggled the door handle one more time. “Yup. Locked. Stuck here until someone figures out we’re missing and where we went. Just us and all these fluffy pillows.”
Malcolm smiled. “Who needs Risa?”
Trip grinned back. “Not me.”
Meeting - BCC Sherlock
*Guess.*
*Do you really want to play that game with me?*
John smiled although Sherlock was nowhere to see him.
*Stop smirking.*
John looked around with narrowed eyes. Was Sherlock hiding somewhere nearby after all? Fingers danced across his phone’s keypad. *Lucky guess.*
*Not luck. Deduction.*
John laughed, about to reply, when a familiar voice greeted him.
“Plus, I know you.”
He turned and met Sherlock’s penetrating gaze.
“I’ll answer your question now.”
“Now it’s cheating. You can see what I’m wearing.”
Sherlock’s eyes lit. A spark of heat, a flash of promise. “And soon it won’t be an issue.”
Arbitrary – AbFab
“I think it’s disgusting.”
“Did you hear that, Eddie? She called us disgusting.”
“Ignore her, Pats. More champers and caviar?”
“Oo, darling! Yes, please!”
Saffron continued her rant. “You make up these arbitrary fashion ‘rules’ and small-minded, pathetic women flock to do what you say. Disgusting!”
“Arbitrary? Now she’s making up words!”
“I said ignore her, sweetie-darling. She just wants attention.”
“Arbitrary: subject to individual will or judgment without restriction; having unlimited power; uncontrolled or unrestricted by law.”
All three turned in astonishment to the thin, blonde woman unsuccessfully trying to untangle herself from a pair of cinnamon pantyhose.
“Bubble??”
monkeybard on the end of an IM convo with one brain-tired methylviolet10b ?You get DRABBLES! I was bored at the office yesterday. She had dice in her desk and a need for distraction. She sent me six words, each with a different fandom connected to it. Here is her list:
1 - Firefly - align
2 - Enterprise - lock
3 - H50 - slippery
4 - AbFab - arbitrary
5 - Who - venture
6 - Sherlock – meeting
(I think I should count myself lucky she went with the 6-sided die and not, say, a 20-sided.)
Here, in the order written and sent to her, NOT the order above, are the results. I hope you find them entertaining.
Venture (Doctor Who)
I didn’t ask if he thought it was a good idea. Yes or no are irrelevant when you have no choices left.
The grinding noise of the console was almost as bad as it used to be, back before I released the parking brake. That’s never a good sign. Coming out of that slingshot maneuver created such an extreme parallax that the sensors had a hell of a time adjusting.
“Sweetie—”
“Hang on!”
“You should have said that before!”
“Didn’t I?”
We stabilized at last and the sensors caught up.
“Nothing ventured…”
I glared at the readouts. “Nothing gained.”
Slippery - Hawaii 5-O
(Dedicated to
ktbob )“So, you’re seeing her again?” Steve thought he kept his voice neutral, but Danny could read him like the proverbial book.
“Not like you mean.” There was that little smile. The one that lit his eyes more than it curved his lips.
Steve returned it with one just a little bigger, a little bolder. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. And before you ask, yeah to your next question, too.”
“You’re sure?”
“What’d I just say?”
That Jersey accent nearly did Steve in every time. Today, he let it. “I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again.”
Danny took Steve’s hand. “Me either.”
Align - Firefly
“Mal—”
He knew that voice. That was her ‘warning voice’. He elicited it too often, and it was usually his own fault. He mimicked it. “Inara—”
She didn’t smile. She looked almost sad. That wasn’t what he’d intended.
See? His own rutting fault.
“We’re neither of us very good at this, are we?” It wasn’t really a question.
“Ships are easier to align than lives.”
Leave it to her to make it sound all poetical. That whore’s education of hers would always have him beat with the pretty talking.
“Harder to fix, though, when you get it wrong.”
Lock - ST: Enterprise
“It’s not that simple.”
“You’re the head of Security!”
“And you’re the Chief Engineer. I don’t see how stating titles is going to get us out of this mess. Maybe if I had the right tools…”
“Maybe we’re looking at this all wrong.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re trying to get out when we should be taking advantage of the situation.” He jiggled the door handle one more time. “Yup. Locked. Stuck here until someone figures out we’re missing and where we went. Just us and all these fluffy pillows.”
Malcolm smiled. “Who needs Risa?”
Trip grinned back. “Not me.”
Meeting - BCC Sherlock
*Guess.*
*Do you really want to play that game with me?*
John smiled although Sherlock was nowhere to see him.
*Stop smirking.*
John looked around with narrowed eyes. Was Sherlock hiding somewhere nearby after all? Fingers danced across his phone’s keypad. *Lucky guess.*
*Not luck. Deduction.*
John laughed, about to reply, when a familiar voice greeted him.
“Plus, I know you.”
He turned and met Sherlock’s penetrating gaze.
“I’ll answer your question now.”
“Now it’s cheating. You can see what I’m wearing.”
Sherlock’s eyes lit. A spark of heat, a flash of promise. “And soon it won’t be an issue.”
Arbitrary – AbFab
“I think it’s disgusting.”
“Did you hear that, Eddie? She called us disgusting.”
“Ignore her, Pats. More champers and caviar?”
“Oo, darling! Yes, please!”
Saffron continued her rant. “You make up these arbitrary fashion ‘rules’ and small-minded, pathetic women flock to do what you say. Disgusting!”
“Arbitrary? Now she’s making up words!”
“I said ignore her, sweetie-darling. She just wants attention.”
“Arbitrary: subject to individual will or judgment without restriction; having unlimited power; uncontrolled or unrestricted by law.”
All three turned in astonishment to the thin, blonde woman unsuccessfully trying to untangle herself from a pair of cinnamon pantyhose.
“Bubble??”
