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bibliodragon) wrote2010-08-19 05:38 pm
bibliodragon) wrote2010-08-19 05:38 pm
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Drabble Meme (again)
I know I have done this one, but the muse needs all the help it can get. Stolen from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
geekbynight, who stole from icedteainthebag.
The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me.
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica, The X Files, Doctor Who
1. calebar77 BSG, Cain/Roslin, slumber party
2. geekbynight BSG, Ellen/D'Anna, religious ecstasy
3. icedteainthebag BSG/X-Files, Laura/Mulder, first contact
4. sleepismyfriend Doctor Who, Ten meets Eleven. Bonus points if Donna's included.
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geekbynight, who stole from icedteainthebag.The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing from me.
Fandoms: Battlestar Galactica, The X Files, Doctor Who
calebar77 BSG, Cain/Roslin, slumber partygeekbynight BSG, Ellen/D'Anna, religious ecstasyicedteainthebag BSG/X-Files, Laura/Mulder, first contactsleepismyfriend Doctor Who, Ten meets Eleven. Bonus points if Donna's included.5.
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Slumber Party
"I never would have taken you for that." The brunette beside her was watching her fingers manipulate the paper with sleepy interest. "You always seemed such a good girl."
"What about you?" She licked at the edge with a quick swipe and them smoothed it down with the pad of her finger. "Doesn't the Military Academy have rules against this sort of thing?"
"I'm not signed up yet." Helena rolled onto her back. "Might as well enjoy civvy street while I can."
"Don't you ever think about changing your mind?" Laura said, voice muffled around the joint as she lit the match.
"Better not have changed your mind about sharing."
"That's not what I meant." She watched as the smoke from her exhale gently curled upwards before passing the joint, fingers tangling with the other girl's before letting go.
"I know."
Easy silence descended on them with the smoke. Time became meaningless, and eyes closed, Laura did not hear the whispered voice that eventually spoke beside her.
"I have thought about it."
Re: Slumber Party
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Okay, I'll give a prompt now :D
Ellen/D'Anna, religious ecstasy
Religious Ecstasy
The humans continue to cling to their deluded beliefs, even more so now. D'Anna, with the benefit of having to suffer the colonization of this mudball before the arrival of her brothers and sisters, briefly wonders why they don't realise their pleas and prayers would be answered the same way their demands and appeals to President Baltar had been.
She heads to the pitiful tent masquerading as a temple, the path nothing more than a churned track of footprints in the mud. Please, make the big bad Cylons go away.
But there is a fascination there, at watching the sudden pious turn in those she had never seen show the slightest religious inclination.
Ellen Tigh is a surprise. Sitting on the tattered mat, she flinches like a child caught where she shouldn't be before struggling to her feet to glare at the interruption. In the gloom of the tent D'Anna regards her coldly, the dark circles around her eyes and the limp hair framing her face, the expression of disgust she has seen on so many others since the Occupation began.
Her husband has been gone for three days.
That expression bothers D'Anna where the others had not, and she is suddenly aware of how easily she could snap the woman's neck. Instead she turns and leaves, determined to ignore the feeling of being chastened.
The next time D'Anna sees that face, the gloom has been replaced by a light so bright it blinds where the darkness had not.
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First Contact
The first time he sees her it's in some dive bar while he's waiting for a source who never arrives. She reminds him of what he's lost, though most things do these days, meeting his gaze him with an arch expression as she sits beside him.
"I'd offer to buy you a drink but I don't think you'd thank me for that," he says, turning back to his overpriced, over-watered beer. "And the local paint thinner's not much of an improvement."
"You'd be surprised what my palate's leaned to take." But she still winces after downing her shot in one.
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Over Coffee
"Okay, seems easy enough." The Doctor rolled up his sleeves, put on his brainy specs and readied the sonic screwdriver. "This is your basic Rift in Space and Time, about a four, maybe a five on your actual danger scale. I know it looks like a giant, swirly vortex of death, but really, it's barks worse than it's bite."
He grinned to reassure the rest of the customers, but those brave enough to stick around were still pressed up against the opposite wall while looking on at him with awe. Or that he was a crazy person, one of those two things. To be fair, the last thing they would expect while getting their morning espressos or double cream, semi skinned mocha chocolate caffeine lattes would be a giant blue swirly portal suddenly appearing above the muffins. Luckily for them that was just breakfast for him.
"Really, it just needs the right frequency, a bit of the old reversing the polarity, and it's bye bye vortex before your coffee's ready. A half-caff Americano with cream for me please, to go. Oh, and make sure it has one of those lids with the holes, please, those are great! No spills, even when the TARDIS is getting shaken about by lots of temporal turbulence."
The vortex gave a loud roar as it took on an angry, reddish hue, and the Doctor stared down at the screwdriver. "Ah, wrong frequency. Not to worry. Oh, and a blueberry muffin. You don't need to worry about monsters falling out or anything like that, this type isn't stable enough for that. Usually."
The sound continued to get louder, in spite of increasingly manic waving of the sonic screwdriver. And then he fell out of it. Well, it was him, but with stupid hair and...
"Is that a bowtie?"
"Hey, bowties are cool!" The Doctor watched as he picked himself up, adjusting the bowtie and giving him an injured look. "They are the height of fashion. Anyway, what are you doing here?"
"I could ask the same about you, what are you doing coming through an unstable level 5 rift?"
"That's not a level five. Is it?" The Doctor watched himself turn around to look at the giant, loud, swirly portal as if he had only just noticed it. "So it is, that's strange, they're not supposed to be stable enough for that. Why haven't you switched it off with the correct frequency?"
"I was doing that just now before you interrupted me," the Doctor said testily, but then the reddish hue and roar were back, though this time he was not the one to fall through it. Or at least he hoped not, otherwise he was in for one hell of a regeneration.
"Oi you!" A woman, red haired and with a voice to put the vortex to shame stumbled out, but the moment she spotted him she was striding over to him. And then she slapped him.
"Ow, what did you slap me for?"
"You utter, utter swine! You deserve more than a slap!"
"To be fair, you do deserve that," the other Doctor said as the woman swung her arm back for another go.
"Ow! But I haven't done anything to deserve that yet."
"That's true." The woman stopped suddenly, with a sudden reasonableness that he found terrifying. Then she turned around and slapped the other Doctor.
"Ow!"
"And you! Do you have any idea what I've had to go through because of you? What's happened to my brain? And it's no thanks to you that I'm still walking about! And why haven't you fixed this vortex yet?"
"I was working on it!" Both Doctor's protested at the same time.
Re: Over Coffee
Bravo! OH TEN & DONNA, I WANT YOU BACK NAO. *flails* Although, Eleven, I will give you credit sir as you are one amusing dude.
Thank you! :D
Re: Over Coffee
Glad you enjoyed it :D.