Fic Request Meme!

[hiddencait]

This was totally stolen from seren_ccd 

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.) Note: it will probably work better if it's a set of characters I've familiar with, but I'm even up for netflixing something new if need be. *grin*

I will be totally honest though, I'm on limited internet access, so the drabbles may take a few days, but they will arrive!

Who's first?

Comments

[sleepygoof8784.livejournal.com]

Me, Me, pick me!

McCoy/Chapel, first time meeting Joanna

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

First Meetings

Leonard clenched his jaw to keep himself from opening his mouth as he watched his fiancée flutter around their quarters like a chicken with her head cut off. Really, his Christine was usually one of the most level headed people he’d ever known, but the thought of the upcoming arrival had her in all sorts of a tizzy. He shook his head and reached out to halt her fussing.

“We gotta get to the transporter room, darlin’. It’s time.” She let out one final, smothered scream and settled herself with one quick shake.

“Alright. It’s just.. Are you sure I don’t need to-”

“You’re fine.” His voice held his normal implacable tone, but the slight smile on his face softened the effect. “Darlin’ you have nothing to worry about. She’s gonna love you.”

Christine still didn’t look convinced, but she allowed him to drag her out into the corridors and toward their destination. The hand she had on his elbow got tighter and tighter as the transporter room came into view, and he had to work hard to keep from wincing. It wouldn't do for the crew to see their big, bad, CMO coming to tears over a little thing like nails digging into his skin.

Then they were through the door, and the shimmer of the incoming transport drew his attention away from the pain. The lights faded, and there stood his baby girl, now a teen, hair a mess, and murky green eyes glowing. He felt a punch to his gut: when the hell had she gotten so grown up? She took two running steps in his direction, but then pulled up short, those same eyes wide as she looked his fiancée over. Then she shook her head and looked up at him solemnly, only the faintest twitch of her lips given away any sign of mischief.

“Mother should never meet her, Daddy.” He felt Christine tense for a moment before Joanna broke out in a wide grin. “Younger, smarter, famous, and a natural blonde. Yeah, Mother's going to hate her.” She launched herself at the stunned Christine and wrapped her arms around her. “I like you already!”


Sorry it took so long! Hope you like it!

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Ooh, Reaper!Bones and Chapel? Chapel finds out?

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Unmasked

He wasn't all that surprised she was the one to finally find him out. For a while, he'd thought Jim might beat her to that dangerous knowledge, but he hadn't counted on Jim's fierce desire to keep his own secrets. Bones and his one time roommate and eventual Captain had come to a silent understanding: Bones wouldn't ask about Jim's tendency to hide food as if for a famine, and Jim wouldn't ask about the dog tags Bones sometimes wore underneath his uniform. As long as they both had something to hide, the truth could stay buried.

But Christine? She was a damn good nurse, hell a damn good scientist, and just as curious as one would expect a member of either of those professions to be. He'd had to take extra care to keep her from realizing just how rarely he slept or how quickly he could process seemingly incomprehensible amounts of information. He'd had to take after Jim's food hoarding habits so she couldn't count just how many calories his enhanced metabolism needed each day.

He'd certainly had to be creative to keep her in the dark.

Maybe that's why it shocked him so badly when she did finally realize he wasn't as human as he looked. Or maybe, he was just stunned he'd forgotten such a stupid tiny detail.

Jim had dragged him off on an away mission; it went about as well as they normally did, with all of the surviving members of the away team coming back covered in blood. For once, though, most of it wasn't theirs. Maybe that sheer relief was why he didn't realize just how badly one of the native's spears had mutilated the back of his blue medical shirt. It had hurt at the time, sure (and who the fuck used spears in this day and age anyway?), but once it healed, he forgot about it. And really, that spear wasn't the only one heading his direction, so he could be forgiven for having other things on his mind.

But to actually forget to change the damn shirt? How much of an idiot was he anyway? When he felt the hand on his skin and he'd whirled to see the knowledge dawning on her face, he'd literally been frozen in his tracks. Unable to come up with any words that might answer the questions in her eyes. Fuck if he could even come up with a decent lie, and it wasn't like he hadn't had practice in that over the centuries. He'd just stared at her, as she studied him in return. Finally she asked the one question that really mattered.

“Who are you?” He swallowed tightly, and closed his eyes for a moment gathering courage. Then he opened them, and told her what no one had known in years.

“John. My name is John.”


Wow, go me with the almost no dialogue drabble lol. Hope you like it hon!

[seren-ccd.livejournal.com]

Oh, that is AWESOME! You are aware that I will now demand more? So, MOAR! Really, this is very, very good. I love the mention of his friendship Jim, really fantastic!

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

Wow I'm late replying to this comment lol

But I'm glad you liked it! And yeah, Jim whined until he had at least a side appearance.. what can I say, it's what he does!

And don't say more! I already have 5,000 WIPs...make that 5001 after I got bit by a Primeval/Alice crossover.. drat it all! but yeah.. I would love to play with this.. but I need to sleep sometime lol

[triaden.livejournal.com]

Told me I could. That is was allowed. So here goes.

I don't even know who to pick. You know e well. Pick one for me. Happy ending please. Alternative AU if necessary.

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

So Reaper!Vaako and Kyra huh? This was totally freaking fun.. though it did take me a couple tries to make it come out the way I wanted. Hope you like!


Lord Vaako studied the woman crouched sullenly in the corner, the woman who had somehow survived when so many of the men who followed him had not. Not that he cared for the deaths of the men. It was the woman's survival that now intrigued him. She who had fought beside the Riddick....

He forced his mind away from the thought of the Furyan who he had thought might end the Lord Marshall. He forced the thought of hope away as he had forced it away so many times before. Instead he focused on the girl.

“You have but one choice.” He paced deliberately back and forth, taking in her form. “Convert now, or die.”

“Fuck you!” She exploded into motion, lashing out at him with fists and feet in a show of fury that almost surprised him. Almost.

It was a bare second before he had her pinned against the wall of the frigate, her eyes livid.

“Just kill me, you bastard.” She struggled helplessly against his hold. “I'll never join you. Never... never.”

Her voice was almost a sob now, and part of him felt something like guilt. The rest of him however, the rest of him was lost to her scent. The smell of her was rich, alive, pure in a way he was surprised to find in a convict the likes of which would have been held on that hell of a planet. Pure in a way the Necromongers rarely were.

Pure like... like Sam John whispered from the depths of his own mind. This writhing hellcat might be, likely was, a murderer, but she was not a monster. It was something of a revelation He backed away from her in a smooth step, leaving her sagging against the wall.

“No, you will not die now.” He kept his face impassive, hiding the smirk that wanted to creep out at her incredulous expression. “If you die here, you will have no vengeance”

He turned away and paced slowly down the hall. At its end, he heard her set her feet to spring and he paused.

“Know this, attack and you will die here.” There was a swallow from behind him, and he felt more than heard her relax. This time, knowing she could not see his face, he grinned darkly. So, she would live. That certainly made things a bit more... interesting.

[triaden.livejournal.com]

OMG! *flails* I love it. Great job sweetie... I so totally wat more now. *grins evilly* I'll be here for soundboarding... just like I offered for that other Reaper fic you wrote...

[urbancate.livejournal.com]

EEEE!!!! LOVE.

[hiddencait.livejournal.com]

*beams* Yeah, these 2 would pull off the seriously confrontational relationship like nobodies business lol

Choices!!!

[kymyume.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmmm choices... Ummm, lets go with my default Spirk and... *ponders* Ooh! Jim confiding in Spock about Tarsus IV for the first time! I want some hurt/comfort loooove! How did you get the pretty lj background?

Opps

[kymyume.livejournal.com]

Ignore that question about your journal pretty. I figured it out! I had thought maybe someone had made you a css or something.