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stubbleglitter's variation (man, I don't think I could take writing that much Clark/Chloe), but, yes. I have very little homework and much time for sitting around geekily this weekend, so: request a fandom, a pairing or set of characters, and something to write about (tone, words, plot, whatever), and I'll try to write a ficlet or snippet to match.
You can ask for any fandom I've written in, but Nsync or Pirates of the Caribbean are almost certain to suck, so I don't recommend them. And if you do ask for something I hate, you know, I'll try to do it justice anyway.
ETA: Although if you want to request Joan of Arcadia or an obscure fandom you know I'm familiar with, I'll give those a whirl, too.
stubbleglitter's variation (man, I don't think I could take writing that much Clark/Chloe), but, yes. I have very little homework and much time for sitting around geekily this weekend, so: request a fandom, a pairing or set of characters, and something to write about (tone, words, plot, whatever), and I'll try to write a ficlet or snippet to match. You can ask for any fandom I've written in, but Nsync or Pirates of the Caribbean are almost certain to suck, so I don't recommend them. And if you do ask for something I hate, you know, I'll try to do it justice anyway.
ETA: Although if you want to request Joan of Arcadia or an obscure fandom you know I'm familiar with, I'll give those a whirl, too.
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9/1/04 17:15 (UTC)I would like Dan being upset about Rebecca, and Casey doing something to cheer him up. Football watching, bad joke telling, taking him ice skating...whatever. :)
If it doesn't sound interesting to you, though, feel free to pass it by.
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9/1/04 17:32 (UTC)That's true of most Radiohead lyrics, actually, so if you don't like those, you could always mess around at that site and see if anything strikes your fancy.
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9/1/04 17:33 (UTC)(no subject)
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9/1/04 17:42 (UTC)i don't seem to have the right icon at the moment, but you know what i'm talkin' about.
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9/1/04 17:45 (UTC)(no subject)
9/1/04 17:57 (UTC)(no subject)
9/1/04 18:22 (UTC)*sweet smile*
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9/1/04 18:37 (UTC)(no subject)
9/1/04 21:29 (UTC)****
When River was five, her nurse braided her hair in two long plaits and put on her tiny black shoes and helped her into her best dress, white and fluffy and soft. It was a dress for dancing in. River stood on the stage with all the other girls and danced and danced and danced.
There was music then, piano and violins in the orchestra pit. There's no music now, just the sounds of Serenity and the sounds of her crew and passengers. River has no dancing slippers, so she is barefoot as she dances alone in the cargo hold.
No partners, they've all gone, so she smiles and bows at no one as she goes through the steps. No music, but Serenity has a music of her own, the music of home, and River closes her eyes and listens as she dances.
Around the crate, around the stairs, no bumping. She knows where everything is. There's no danger here. Serenity would never hurt her.
Simon is watching, she knows without looking; watching up from the walkway. She can feel his happiness as he watches her. She doesn't make Simon happy often enough.
River opens her eyes and stops and looks up to him where he stands, directly above her. "What are you waiting for?" she calls, teasingly. She gathers her skirt in one hand.
Simon is leaning forward, his arms resting on the railins. He shakes his head. "You know I don't--"
River uses her lips and tongue to make a vulgar sound. She grins as Simon raises his eyebrow.
"Play with me, brother," River says, and Simon sighs pointedly and comes down the stairs.
River curtseys with affected elegance, and says, "May I have this dance, good sir?" Simon bows and kisses her hand. He places one hand on her waist and she places one hand on his shoulder and they place their other hands together, and River grins up at him as they dance in small circles around the floor.
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9/1/04 21:43 (UTC)Thank you!
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9/1/04 22:56 (UTC)Mother and Father left in the middle of the night, so Simon did not find out until he woke up, and only Nurse was there for breakfast.
She burbled along as she got his fruit. "And soon you'll be a brother, Simon! Arne't you excited?"
Simon just scowled at his glass of juice.
He spent the day playing in the gardens and reading in the library, and after dinner, Father came back to bring him to the hospital.
It was the first time Simon had ever seen it close up, though he'd already decided to become a surgeon one day. The building was the most impressive one he could imagine -- huge and white, sparkling and glorious. He looked at everything, filled with awe, as Father led him to Mother's room.
Mother was in a bed, lying down, something bundled in her arms. Father stopped in the doorframe and pushed Simon forward.
"Meet your sister, Simon," Mother said, and Simon stood up straight to peer over to the tiny face in the blankets she held. "Her name is River."
The baby was tiny -- practically nothing. Simon reached forward and touched its fist gently wtih one finger. The baby stirred slightly at his touch.
Simon glanced at Mother and Father, and back at the baby. They were very large, and very busy, he thought, and the baby was so small and defenseless and dependent. It wasn't fair, really. The baby would need him. It was a scary thought.
The baby stirred again, opening her mouth to yawn softly, and Simon stroked its hand again.
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9/1/04 22:57 (UTC)(no subject)
9/1/04 23:06 (UTC)I think you have sent me into sugar shock. Just.. oh. Aww. I heart, muchly. *mwah*
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10/1/04 00:41 (UTC)Inara often found herself thinking of the bird when she spent time with River. Part of it must surely have been her frame, her small bones and fine feature, her quick and subtle movements. But there must be more, Inara thought; there always was.
"So much and so little," River said gravely, sitting on the shuttle's couch in her stretchy shorts and oversized shirt. "Never stopping -- always move. No home, no love. Break off from the web before you're stuck."
Inara had genuine affection for River, but her speeches were so often disconcerting. She poured herself a cup of tea to cover up her slight fluster. "The others will be out most of the day, I'm afraid," she said smoothly. Topaz was a fairly backwater planet with no halfway suitable clients to be found; it had left her free to volunteer for caretaking duty for the mission. "I suppose we'll have to entertain ourselves." She smiled at River, but her attention was all focused elsewhere.
River stood up slowly and began to walk around the shuttle. She had been in it several times before without taking much notice of the surroundings, but now she was touching some things, scowling at others, as if she were judging everything, discovering it, or changing it.
Inara frowned and moved to stand by River, where she had stopped to peer intently into a mirror.
"You have lovely hair," said Inara, reaching out one hand. "Would you like me to brush it?"
"No!" River said fiercely, catching her eyes in the reflection. She shook her head. More quietly, eyes locked with Inara's, she said, "Not everything has to be smooth."
To that, Inara could have no response.
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10/1/04 03:50 (UTC)(no subject)
10/1/04 03:51 (UTC)*smooch*
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10/1/04 07:36 (UTC)*laments lack of both SN and FF icons*
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10/1/04 15:33 (UTC)****
Dan was late. He'd never been to the house before, and he still wasn't quite used to driving in Texas; he'd gotten lost somewhere in the wild outskirts of Dallas.
It was Lisa who answered the door. "Dan," she said, barely bothering to disguise the dislike in her tone.
"It's great to see you again, too, Lisa!" Dan said cheerfully. He leaned forward to kiss her cheek, and Lisa took the wine bottle from his hands and move aside to let him in.
They were standing in the entryway, Lisa still hanging up his jacket, when Charlie appeared of the end of the hall, Casey a few steps behind him.
"Dan!" Charlie shrieked, running down the hall and almost tripping once on the laces of his sneakers. He gave Dan's leg and stomach an eager hug.
"Hey, Charlie," Dan said, ruffling his hair.
"Did you come for dinner?" Charlie asked, his face serious. He was a cute kid, Dan thought, a bright one. Maybe he'd like one like that someday. Someday far away. "I already ate my dinner. I got to have jell-o for dessert because I cleaned my plate."
"Your mom and dad and I are having a celebration," Dan said easily. Over Charlie's head, Casey caught his eye and smiled wryly.
"What are you celebrating?"
"We're celebrating little boys getting to bed on time," said Lisa. Dan saw her give Casey a pointed look. Casey sighed and then scooped up Charlie up in one smooth motion, grinning.
"Say good night, sport."
"Good night!" Charlie called, and the two of them disappeared again.
Dan followed Lisa down to the living room. It was gorgeous and untouched-looking; if he hadn't known, he wouldn't have believed a four year old lived here. He was a little scared to touch anything.
"Did you get a chance to catch the first show, then?" he said, more to break the silence than anything else. "It's pretty damn exciting--"
"Oh, yes. I'm practically jumping for joy," Lisa said shortly. "Look, Dan, I have to check on the food. Why don't you just sit down?"
The couch was stiff and uncomfortable. Dan sat back as far as he could, stretching out his legs and whistled to himself while he waited for Casey. This was the best week of his life; it'd take more than one disagreeable woman to spoil his good mood.
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10/1/04 16:06 (UTC)this scene is so good, with all the different contrasts of dan and lisa, dan and charlie, and dan and casey in the sub subtext. it's unbearably cute, and that's enough for me.
plus, jell-o!
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10/1/04 16:28 (UTC)(no subject)
10/1/04 17:09 (UTC)*****
"To Sports Night," Casey said, raising his paper cup.
"To Sports Night!" Dana and Dan chimed in.
They swallowed down their drinks and placed the cups on Dana's desk. Dana picked up the bottle of liquor to pour a liberal amount back into each cup.
Dan took his cup and said, "To Quo Vadimus!"
"To Quo Vadimus," Casey and Dana repeated, not quite in sync. They pressed the cups together, without a satisfying clink noise, and drank again.
Dana filled them back up. "To Isaac!"
Casey started to say it, but Dan said, "Wait, why to Isaac?"
Dana said, "You don't think Isaac deserves a toast, Dan?
"I think Isaac is deserving of any number of toasts. I was just wondering on the rationale behind this particular toast."
"Come on, Danny," Casey said, and Dan shook his head.
"Yeah. To Isaac."
"To Isaac."
After they drank, Dana sat down heavily in her chair and rolled back and forth the length of her desk. "The whole thing has a sort of mythic quality about it, doesn't it?" she said musingly. She leaned foward, resting her forearms on the desk. "You know what they say, guys. Things always seem darkest before the dawn."
"Indeed they do," Dan said agreeably.
"You bet they do," Dana said, nodding emphatically. "They say it all the time. It's like a cold snap before spring returns. Dark, then light." She made a small gesture to demonstrate.
Casey said, "What about the cold snaps that mean winter's coming? Or famine?"
"Well, we're not talking about those cold snaps."
"Ah," said Casey. "Of course."
Dan looked around the office. "Where are Natalie and Jeremy, anyway? Shouldn't they be celebrating with us?"
"Natalie," Dana said, carefully enunciating, "is celebrating in her own private way. A private way with Jeremy."
"I take it we're not talking miniature golf?"
"No, sir."
"Well," Dan said, reaching for the bottle. "That means more for us." He poured the drinks once more. "To the show."
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10/1/04 19:17 (UTC)Casey sighed. "Do the dates ever go well, Danny?"
Dan frowned and tapped his pencil against his thigh. He was sitting in the office, leaning back in his chair with his feets propped up on the desk. Casey was lying on the couch across the room. Most of the rest of the crew had left already; the newsroom was dark, though a few still passed through now and then.
"Hmm," Dan said.
"Hmm," Casey repeated, mocking his tone.
"I'm just surprised, Casey. I thought your personal life was really moving forward."
"My personal life can't move forward. My personal life is dead. Lifeless. Exanimate."
"I know what dead means, Casey."
"You know," Casey said thoughtfully, "to some people, the phrase 'personal life' would imply personal. As in, say, none of your business." He closed his eyes.
There was a pause.
"Well, you have to remember that those people aren't us."
"How could I forget?" said Casey.
The chair made a small creaking sound, and a few seconds later Casey felt Dan push his feet aside to sit down at the end of the couch.
"I don't think she would have been good for you anyway," Dan said judiciously. Casey opened one eye to squint at him.
"You know, I can't even remember when my life became your custody."
Dan waved this away. "You can't be trusted to handle these things yourself. We've both seen that."
Casey snorted and said, "Because you do so much better."
"It's a complementary system," Dan said, and Casey shook his head, amusd.
Dan was quiet for a moment, frowning at the walls. Casey poked him with his foot, and Dan glanced back at him. His mouth twisted into a half-smile.
"You know, when we first met, before I knew about Lisa, I thought we were just going to end up sleeping together." He let out a puff of air and clasped his hands together behind his neck. "Somewhere down the line we seem to have gotten married instead."
Casey stared at him, but Dan just looked thoughtful and tired.
"It's working out better than my last one," Casey tried, and Dan laughed
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11/1/04 03:14 (UTC)I glow in your general direction!
11/1/04 03:19 (UTC). . . Please?
Didn't know how specific I should be.
11/1/04 03:39 (UTC)If I had my druthers it wouldn't be overly angsty.
Re: I glow in your general direction!
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11/1/04 18:31 (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 19:37 (UTC)*****
It didn't hurt much, really; there had been enough painkillers left for the worst of it, and afterwards it was just a sort of dull ache. After that it was just bandaging and making sure not put too much weight upon it.
Simon would have felt more sorry for himself if almost everyone else on the ship hadn't taken bullets themselves. As it was, there was just that much more necessity to sucking it up -- at least, if he didn't feel like being a pussy about it, as Jayne would so-eloquently say.
Still, it was a relief to get off his feet sometimes. Simon sat down at the edge of his bed and leaned over to rub the leg gently.
"You didn't have to do that, you know."
He glanced up at River, where she stood lurking against the edge of the entranceway.
"Yes, I did," Simon said. He concentrated on taking off his shoes.
River took a few steps into the room. She was barefoot, dressed in one of her odd, ill-fitting dresses. "It was stupid. Get yourself killed."
Simon paused and gave her a look. "As opposed to your brilliant scheme, I suppose?"
"Rutting fool," River murmured, smiling faintly. She walked forward with care.
He snorted and said, "I wonder sometimes." The last shoe came off and he threw it to the floor.
"Not your leg," River said softly. "Your life. Your Simonness. Alpha and omega." She kneeled down suddenly, resting her chin on his knee; she looked almost childishly solemn as she looked up at Simon.
He reached out to touch her hair. "I know."
River let out a long sigh as she straightened up. She kissed him for a long moment, full on the mouth, and crawled up to sit next to him the bed.
"Next time you should let me go," she said, resting her read on his shoulder. "Go back to hospitals and pretty girls and parts all working."
Simon wrapped his arm around her shoulder and sat quietly for a moment. Then he said, half into her hair, "Sometimes I don't think you're much of a genius after all."
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11/1/04 19:45 (UTC)(no subject)
11/1/04 20:46 (UTC)*nubs you*
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11/1/04 21:20 (UTC)Re: Didn't know how specific I should be.
11/1/04 23:46 (UTC)*****
It took a few months of entreaties, but Erik came to Westchester in the end, of course, just as Charles had known he would.
"This is where you're going to do it, eh?" he said, climbing out of the long car Charles had driven to the train station to get him
"Yes," Charles said simply, coming up beside him.
Erik wore a hat and a light gray suit. He cupped his hand in front of his face to block the summer sun as he looked at the mansion. It was a beautiful place, Charles thought, sprawling and elegant, though he was nowhere close to having it fixed up.
"Well, let's have a look at the place," he said finally.
They put his things in the bedroom Charles had prepared, across from his own, and then Charles led him down to the bottom passages.
Erik made remarks and improving suggestions as they walked. "You need better security," he said. "You'll need to hide these better, obviously; do more to keep the important places inconspicuous."
"We shall have to," Charles said eventually, and Erik frowned for a moment.
"Do you honestly think any of this will make a difference, Charles? All these plans -- your schools, your machinery?"
Charles gave him a long look. "I wouldn't be doing any of it if I didn't, you know." Erik's mouth puckered at that, and Charles continued, "What else are we to do? Accept our lot and what they choose to give us? I know you better than that, I think, friend."
Erik nodded slowly and said, "Indeed." He blew out a long breath, and then suggested they continue the tour.
Charles made them a light dinner, and they ate in the kitchen, against the counters. Afterwards Charles got two glasses from the cabinet and opened them a bottle of wine.
"To our partnership," he said, making a toast, and they brought their glasses together and drank.
Erik set his glass down on the counter and stepped forward, into Charles's space. He moved his hand to the back of Charles's head and pressed their lips together for a long warm instant before he broke the kiss off. Charles was still catching his breath when Erik raised his glass once more.
"To the future," he said.
Erik & Charles before their Rift--Thank you!
12/1/04 08:20 (UTC)You know, I always feel Charles and Erik have that Giles/Ethan thing going on..attraction between long-time lovers that has turned sour, but underneath it you know there is still a ton of emotion.
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14/1/04 09:25 (UTC)I can so hear them, lushes that they are. *g*
Thank you.
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14/1/04 14:13 (UTC)Re: I glow in your general direction!
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16/1/04 15:03 (UTC)*snerk* Because I'm so against the crazy space incest right? Hee. And poor Simon, man. And also, Awww. Thanks you, honey, and sorry about the delayed response.
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28/12/05 21:53 (UTC)Inara not knowing the technical name for something strikes me as out-of-character, but otherwise this feels really on. And River's "Not everything has to be smooth." is just perfect.