Drabbles offered to good homes

[jadesfire]

I am immensely chuffed today as "Coming Back" has been recced on crack_van. It's so lovely - the list is full of great writers and I always bounce to see my name among them! My Housefic "They Also Serve" was recced there a while back, so I'm feeling rather proud of myself :) Now all I have to do is write a Criminal Minds one to match them... ;)

In a burst of creativity, I'm offering drabbles/ficlets to all requestors. Any fandom (see my interests list), any pairing. I'm rather bouncy as The Wandering Years stopped wandering and started behaving themselves so come share the bounciness! I don't promise they'll be the same quality as fallen_arazil's, but I can try. :)

Also, rivers_bend told us to consider ourselves tagged...



1. I can play both the descant and the treble recorders (not at the same time) to a fairly decent standard.

2. I can't wash my hair in the shower because I've got horribly sensitive skin and the shampoo makes me itch.

3. I used to be able to say thank you in 45 languages. I think I'm down to about 25 now.

4. I can type around 80 words a minute.

5. Baked beans make me feel sick.

6. I own a Beanie Buddy duck called Mr Pond, who lives on my computer hard drive at work. He was a 21st birthday present.

Like river, I hate tagging people, but love random facts, so post away!

Comments

[crystalshard.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, drabble request. Let's see. Torchwood, of course, and the prompt "Battlefield." Any character, major or minor.

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

At least someone's taken mercy on me and given me a prompt that's not going to involve ten minutes research on Wiki ;)

will get back to you...

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

Here we go then. Possibly not what you had in mind...

Battlefield

"Give it back!"

"Like hell!"

"Owen!"

"Gwen, there's no way I'm letting go."

"Please, Owen, love. Just for a change. It's all getting a bit too much."

"Just because you're not up to it, doesn't mean you have to inflict that on me."

"What's going on here?"

Startled, Gwen jumped. Brown powder and the rich smell of fresh coffee filled the air. Ianto shook his head, trying and failing to keep a straight face as the last grounds trickled through the bottom of the bag onto Owen's shoes.

Owen gave the others a triumphant look.

"No chance of decaff now."

[crystalshard.livejournal.com]

Oh, lovely. I didn't really mind where you went with this, so it's a very nice surprise. Thank you!

[jadesfire2808.livejournal.com]

*grin* You're welcome :) Now if I can just get the ninth doctor to talk to me, I'll have a full set. Bloomin' Time Lords ;)