Make Out Meme!

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Not that I needed yet another meme to distract me, but after urbancate and morrigans_eve  posted these, I felt like playing too. So there!

Anyway, here's the rules:

Pick a pairing from my fandom(s), (included movies, TV, FakeTV shows, .. yall know what I write by now lol) and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words   (OK clearly these are ending up longer than the meme required.. oops?) about the kiss that happened in that context.

Seriously kids, it's just that easy. Heck you can even give me more than one pairing if you wish! Just cuz I'm nice that way! lol

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part 1

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Short little drabbles. Ha. Really why do I even pretend I'll be writing something short for you? It's just silly.

Anyway! On with ficcyness.

Thou Shalt Not Rile the Tech-Kitten

The part of her ego that kept up a lively competition with the other techy on the team could not believe what it was thinking, but really: where the bloody hell was Connor Temple when she needed him?

Oh right, Jess reminded herself angrily, he was trapped behind the late and unlamented Phillip Burton’s bloody lock down protocol along with several other people she was really rather fond of, all buddy breathing off the one single solitary can of emergency oxygen that had been stored in the little horticulture lab.

That situation was bad enough, but the fact that some absolute arsehole had the gall to hack into her bloody system to lock her friends in there in the first place? Yeah, that had sent her right over the edge of terrified-and-worried and into the realm of righteous-vengeful-wrath.

And of course, the wanker had disabled Connor’s back door command. Really why make it easy?

Her fingers flew across her keyboard as she manipulated text and commands over each one of the screens in front of her. She really deserved a pat on the back later for re-designing the ADD with so many useful features, she thought absently, straining to type even faster as her anonymous nemesis kept just one step ahead of her override procedures.

“Come on, Jess! They’re running out of air!” She ignored Matt’s irate command as she had the last dozen or so. She could certainly understand his concern considering a very pregnant Emily was one of the others locked in with Connor, but really he was not the only one who might lose someone and the shouting just wasn’t helping. Nothing much was, really.

She bit her lip to keep from cursing up a storm. She just needed more bloody hands! That thought led to a rather risky prospect. She kept typing with her right, but grabbed a pen with her left to scribbled down a sequence of numbers and letters, silently blessing the schoolmate who’d dared her to learn to write with both hands.

“Lester, here. Now.” She didn’t look, but she had a feeling the bureaucrat was giving her a mock glare behind her back. She ignored that too; right now she needed him to be useful. He’d proved himself at least somewhat competent in the past, and he would do so again now or deal with her later. Sure enough, Lester came up beside her and she nodded in the direction of the pad and the auxiliary keyboard. “When I tell you to, I need you to enter that sequence at the prompt. Then just keep typing it as many times as you can. Clear?”

“Crystal.”

“Good.” She typed in another dozen or so characters in prep, trying to block the bastard from cutting her off at the pass. “Alright, now.”

At her command, Lester began typing furiously, finally earning his ridiculous government salary in Jess’s opinion. The pair of them pounded the keys for another minute or so without pause, and Jess vaguely realized she was sporting a feral grin. She was gaining on the bastard. Not long now, she prayed.

She threaded through one maze of code after another and then let out a shout of triumph as she finally cracked the command that unlocked the door.

“Oh thank-” Lester began to say as Matt and the other security officers thundered out of the command center to the others.

“Don’t stop,” Jess ordered tersely. She’d done her job and saved the day, but now it was bloody personal. Lester rejoined her at the console, knowing well enough at least not to argue or interrupt as she continued on her self-appointment mission.

With luck the bastard who’d started this all would still be trying to figure out if she’d released the lock down protocol and wouldn’t realize she’d already been freed from that task to hunt him down like the dog he was. She powered through half a dozen firewalls, tracking the signal from one country through the next. He was good, she had to admit, but he had just pushed her to absolutely need to be better. The fucker would not get away with this.

The trail began to trace back toward the U.K. as she’d suspected, and after just another moment… it was right…