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Drabble-fest
These are all the drabbles I wrote in my great drabble giveaway yesterday. Because I'm pedantic about these things, each one is exactly 100 words.
The drabble-bar is now closed, as the staff should be a)writing The Wandering Years or b)doing coursework. Not necessarily in that order.
Torchwood/Doctor Who drabbles
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miss_zedem who wanted Ianto/OC. Both Naseem and Mam are from miss_zedem's Mindreading series.
Sporting Heroes
"What, not ever?"
"Mam..." Ianto closed his eyes.
"What?"
"It's fine." Naseem put a reassuring hand on Ianto's. "Actually, I was on the college football team."
"Not cricket then?"
"Sorry."
"Sdim ots. We can't all be good at everything. Coffee, did you say?"
When she was gone, Ianto smiled apologetically.
"Don't worry." Nas squeezed his hand. "That's the least I expected."
"You're too understanding," Ianto grumbled, glancing towards the kitchen. "She's always like this."
"I like her."
Before Ianto could reply to this clear sign of insanity, his Mam stuck her head round the door. "Have you thought about boxing?"
(for the non-Welsh speakers: Sdim ots = it doesn't matter)
Forrivers_bend who wanted Gwen to remember Rose and Gwyneth
Dreams
She sees yellow hair. It's always there, glowing in the dimness of the house that smells of gas and soap and death. It's a constant part of the dream that is as vivid as a memory, sharp and clear, dark as nightmares. There are faces and voices and light, glinting on the blonde hair of a girl who cannot understand and the man whose calm, ancient eyes know more than she does. And she gives herself over to the lights.
There is pain.
Gwen wakes with hope in her mind, screaming with the agony of a woman who isn't her.
Fornnwest who wanted Jack/Ianto flirtage
Scent
"Could I ask you not to do that, sir?"
"What?"
Ianto glanced over his shoulder, giving Jack an exasperated look. "Smell my hair."
"I didn't!" Jack said, grinning unapologetically. "I just happened to inhale within proximity of your head. But now you mention it..." Jack sniffed, leaning close enough that Ianto could feel warm breath in his ear.
"Jack," he said warningly.
"Can I help it if your shampoo renders you irresistible?"
"Control yourself."
"Make me."
Jack stepped backwards quickly as Ianto waved the bottle of sink cleaner under his nose.
"Next time, wait until I've got my hands free!"
Forterrylj who wanted the Ninth Doctor to meet Sam Vimes
One-upmanship
"Revolution."
"War."
"Barricades."
"Reavers."
"History monks."
"Ooh, nice guys. Don't drink the yak butter tea. Um..." The man thought, swirling the water in his glass. "The end of the world."
"Really?"
"Well, the end of the planet, anyway."
"Oh." Vimes swigged his own water. "Tell me, is time travel ever dull?"
"Not that I've noticed."
"But what do you do when you get there?" Vimes asked. "All these different times and places."
The man looked at him properly for the first time, with eyes that were more ancient than Vimes could have imagined.
"The job that's in front of you."
Forcrystalshard who gave me the Torchwood prompt 'battlefield'
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."
Foraeshna_uk who wanted Jack/Detective Swanson
Exchanges
"Another day, another crime scene." Swanson sighed. "Another bunch of idiots muscling in on our patch."
"Actually, you're on our patch now."
She folded her arms. "Since when is murder your job?"
"This murder," he gestured to the slime on the walls and the eviscerated corpses, "is our job. You get anything else like it, you call us." He produced a card from nowhere, handing it to her.
"And if you stumble across anything that's our business, you call us." He took the card she offered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll bear that in mind."
Forentangled_now who gave me the Torchwood prompt 'flood'
Flood
"Ianto!"
Ianto splashed his way across the Hub. "Another one, sir?"
Jack's shirt was soaked from water pouring down from the ceiling. "Is Tosh getting anywhere?"
"She's managed to stop the lightening, but the rain is still coming. It's getting a bit suspicious, sir, even for Cardiff."
Jack sighed. "Next time, remind me not to let Owen play with the alien weather machine?"
"Noted. If I might suggest…" Ianto coughed. "The archives are watertight. And warm"
"Really?" Tilting his head to one side, Jack smiled. "Sounds like just the place to get out of these wet clothes, wouldn't you say?"
House Drabbles
Fordeelaundry who wanted House and Wilson having fun.
Trumps
"A hundred and one."
"A hundred and three."
"Damn." There was the sound of coins moving across a glass followed by the shuffling of papers.
"CPK, fifty-nine."
"A hundred and twelve."
More coins were shifted, this time accompanied by House slapping his file down on the table. "You're cheating, you know that?"
"How?" Wilson waved a hand. "You had free choice. BP one-thirty over ninety."
Mumbling under his breath, House pushed another quarter across the table. "One-ten over sixty. Your patient's way sicker than mine."
"Is that my fault?" Wilson shrugged. "Next time, buy a real pack of Top Trumps."
Forkaraokegal who wanted S1 House with one of the big FCC* issues
*FCC=Foreman, Chase, Cameron
Choices
"Did we run out of centrifuges?" His cane tapped twice. "Or did you just short circuit the last one by blubbing all over it?"
Cameron didn't turn, didn't ask how he'd found her hiding in the stores for her private session of grief.
"Have your emotional outpourings on your own time." The squeak of rubber on tiles. "Or better yet, grow a spine and don't have them at all."
When he was gone, she pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe her face. Grow a spine? Or rip out her heart every time? She needed better choices than those.
The drabble-bar is now closed, as the staff should be a)writing The Wandering Years or b)doing coursework. Not necessarily in that order.
Torchwood/Doctor Who drabbles
For
miss_zedem who wanted Ianto/OC. Both Naseem and Mam are from miss_zedem's Mindreading series.Sporting Heroes
"What, not ever?"
"Mam..." Ianto closed his eyes.
"What?"
"It's fine." Naseem put a reassuring hand on Ianto's. "Actually, I was on the college football team."
"Not cricket then?"
"Sorry."
"Sdim ots. We can't all be good at everything. Coffee, did you say?"
When she was gone, Ianto smiled apologetically.
"Don't worry." Nas squeezed his hand. "That's the least I expected."
"You're too understanding," Ianto grumbled, glancing towards the kitchen. "She's always like this."
"I like her."
Before Ianto could reply to this clear sign of insanity, his Mam stuck her head round the door. "Have you thought about boxing?"
(for the non-Welsh speakers: Sdim ots = it doesn't matter)
For
rivers_bend who wanted Gwen to remember Rose and GwynethDreams
She sees yellow hair. It's always there, glowing in the dimness of the house that smells of gas and soap and death. It's a constant part of the dream that is as vivid as a memory, sharp and clear, dark as nightmares. There are faces and voices and light, glinting on the blonde hair of a girl who cannot understand and the man whose calm, ancient eyes know more than she does. And she gives herself over to the lights.
There is pain.
Gwen wakes with hope in her mind, screaming with the agony of a woman who isn't her.
For
nnwest who wanted Jack/Ianto flirtageScent
"Could I ask you not to do that, sir?"
"What?"
Ianto glanced over his shoulder, giving Jack an exasperated look. "Smell my hair."
"I didn't!" Jack said, grinning unapologetically. "I just happened to inhale within proximity of your head. But now you mention it..." Jack sniffed, leaning close enough that Ianto could feel warm breath in his ear.
"Jack," he said warningly.
"Can I help it if your shampoo renders you irresistible?"
"Control yourself."
"Make me."
Jack stepped backwards quickly as Ianto waved the bottle of sink cleaner under his nose.
"Next time, wait until I've got my hands free!"
For
terrylj who wanted the Ninth Doctor to meet Sam VimesOne-upmanship
"Revolution."
"War."
"Barricades."
"Reavers."
"History monks."
"Ooh, nice guys. Don't drink the yak butter tea. Um..." The man thought, swirling the water in his glass. "The end of the world."
"Really?"
"Well, the end of the planet, anyway."
"Oh." Vimes swigged his own water. "Tell me, is time travel ever dull?"
"Not that I've noticed."
"But what do you do when you get there?" Vimes asked. "All these different times and places."
The man looked at him properly for the first time, with eyes that were more ancient than Vimes could have imagined.
"The job that's in front of you."
For
crystalshard who gave me the Torchwood prompt 'battlefield'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."
For
aeshna_uk who wanted Jack/Detective SwansonExchanges
"Another day, another crime scene." Swanson sighed. "Another bunch of idiots muscling in on our patch."
"Actually, you're on our patch now."
She folded her arms. "Since when is murder your job?"
"This murder," he gestured to the slime on the walls and the eviscerated corpses, "is our job. You get anything else like it, you call us." He produced a card from nowhere, handing it to her.
"And if you stumble across anything that's our business, you call us." He took the card she offered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll bear that in mind."
For
entangled_now who gave me the Torchwood prompt 'flood'Flood
"Ianto!"
Ianto splashed his way across the Hub. "Another one, sir?"
Jack's shirt was soaked from water pouring down from the ceiling. "Is Tosh getting anywhere?"
"She's managed to stop the lightening, but the rain is still coming. It's getting a bit suspicious, sir, even for Cardiff."
Jack sighed. "Next time, remind me not to let Owen play with the alien weather machine?"
"Noted. If I might suggest…" Ianto coughed. "The archives are watertight. And warm"
"Really?" Tilting his head to one side, Jack smiled. "Sounds like just the place to get out of these wet clothes, wouldn't you say?"
House Drabbles
For
deelaundry who wanted House and Wilson having fun.Trumps
"A hundred and one."
"A hundred and three."
"Damn." There was the sound of coins moving across a glass followed by the shuffling of papers.
"CPK, fifty-nine."
"A hundred and twelve."
More coins were shifted, this time accompanied by House slapping his file down on the table. "You're cheating, you know that?"
"How?" Wilson waved a hand. "You had free choice. BP one-thirty over ninety."
Mumbling under his breath, House pushed another quarter across the table. "One-ten over sixty. Your patient's way sicker than mine."
"Is that my fault?" Wilson shrugged. "Next time, buy a real pack of Top Trumps."
For
karaokegal who wanted S1 House with one of the big FCC* issues*FCC=Foreman, Chase, Cameron
Choices
"Did we run out of centrifuges?" His cane tapped twice. "Or did you just short circuit the last one by blubbing all over it?"
Cameron didn't turn, didn't ask how he'd found her hiding in the stores for her private session of grief.
"Have your emotional outpourings on your own time." The squeak of rubber on tiles. "Or better yet, grow a spine and don't have them at all."
When he was gone, she pulled a tissue from her pocket to wipe her face. Grow a spine? Or rip out her heart every time? She needed better choices than those.
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These are great. And I'm glad to see I'm not the only 100 word purist *g*
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I'm writing action!Jack and angst!Jack at the moment, so it's nice to have some flirty!Jack as well :) glad you enjoyed.
And I love the icon! Very shiny ;)
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Damn! Just... damn! I was going to love the Discworld crossover on principle, but that last line... sometimes, all you can do is stand back and say admiringly - Daaaaamn, that's fine!
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Glad you liked!