Meme!

[iluvroadrunner6]

I know I'm behind on things, but these are only a sentence so hopefully I won't fall too much further behind?

Give me a pairing and a color, and I'll give you a sentence. Or two. Or a paragraph.

These will probably be closer to a sentence. I think.

And if you don't know my fandoms just ask, and OCs and crossovers apply. And they don't have to be ships, I'll do platonic pairings too.

EDIT: Clearly I fail at limiting things to a sentence -- or even a paragraph. Everyone gets a small drabblish thing.

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LOST, Daniel/Miles (platonic or no), green.

LOST: Daniel/Miles: Green

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The island was like seeing things in technicolor. Everything was enhanced, the greens, blues -- everything about it was intensified. Daniel didn't have the time to notice, however. He was too busy. Taking readings, making measurements, trying to answer whatever questions were given him all the while saying nothing at all. It was -- tiresome, to say the least. But it was what needed to be done.

In those spare moments, when he was only left with his own thoughts, he wondered if Miles still saw everything in technicolor. Miles was a puzzle, a complication wrapped in an exterior that was too gruff for him to penetrate, simply on the basis of intellectual curiosity alone. He needed to find a way to strive deeper, figure out how the man saw the world, simply because his view was so drastically different from the scientific complexities that he was so accustomed to seeing.

He didn't see things in bright colors in the world they came from. Everything was cloaked in dark grays and smokey hues, everything dulled by pollution and smog and cast into shades of gray, but Miles -- with his gift, from what he could interpret, there was nothing but bright colors in Miles' world. Spirits and things that couldn't possibly be explained away by some kind of scientific theory. As far as Daniel knew, there was only one person in the world like Miles Straume.

And he found it his professional responsibility to try and figure him out.

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SPN/Firefly Sam/River, silver
platonic or otherwise

SPN/Firefly: Sam/River: Silver

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Sam Winchester didn't have a heart of gold.

She'd felt the way his heart beat and flexed under her fingers and gold didn't have the flexibility of mass to move that way. The steady thump-thump, thump-thump required something that contracted and expanded. Gold was too solid, it couldn't move. If he had a heart of gold she would hear nothing, feel nothing.

If Sam had a heart of gold, he'd be dead.

She was aware of the fact that it was only an expression, and that a person was physically incapable of having a heart made of anything other than muscle and blood, but even with the connotations of the expressions she had issues. His heart was in the right place, true, but he made too many mistakes. Moral mistakes. Where Sam knew he was wrong, but he did it anyway. Someone with a heart of gold, no matter how well intentioned, would never do the things Sam did. They wouldn't hunt, or kill. They wouldn't give into the inner predator that lurked in the darkside of every human brain, and search for answers for things that would benefit them, regardless of the impact on all the other people.

If Sam had a heart of gold, it was tarnished, now, stripped of all it's color and value and just left with the colorless lump of metal. Silver.

Sam Winchester had a heart of silver. And somehow, River knew she wouldn't want it any other way.

[impalalove]

Dean/Elle, aqua.

[impalalove]

Ooh, don't care about platonic or not.

Heroes: Dean/Elle: Aqua

[iluvroadrunner6.livejournal.com]

"It's nice."

"What's nice?" She shot him a look and he noticed the electricity crackling around her fingertips intensifying in color, changing from an aqua color to a neon blue. Emotion controlled. Well that was interesting.

"Your lightening sparkle -- thing."

She relaxed slightly at that, tilting her head to the side as a small smirk crossed her lips. She bit her lip before moving closer to him. "You like it?"

"Oh yeah -- matches your eyes."

The smirk became a scowl all over again, and she moved closer, the sparks starting to crackle right in his face. "Are you mocking me?"

"Who me?" Dean said, the sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Never."

"Dean!" Sam protested from where he was tied behind his brother. "I think it might be smart not to bitch at the woman with the electricity shooting out of her fingers."

"You know, you should listen to your brother. He's kind of a smart guy."

"Sammy, tell the pretty psycho how often I actually listen to what you tell me to do."

"Never."

"Never." Dean gave her a wide smile.

"Oh," she said, and her fingers started to crackle hotter. "Well maybe I should make you learn a little better, then."

"What?"

"Dean," Sam said, pursing his lips slightly. "If we make it out of this alive? I'm gonna kill you."

[afteriwake.livejournal.com]

Because I'm in a mood...Flack/Angell, cornflower blue.

And if you want more, just let me know.

[iluvroadrunner6.livejournal.com]

You can have as many as you want. If you have more, I'll take 'em.

CSI:NY: Flack/Angell: Cornflower Blue

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"So you were a blue kid, huh?"

Angell glanced away from the cornflower blue walls of her childhood bedroom and back up at him with a slight smirk. "No -- I was very much a pink girl."

"Really?" he said, smirking back at her and leaning in to wrap his arms around her from behind. "You?"

"Yup," she said with a nod. "I was the only girl, therefore, I felt obligated to be as girly as possible."

"Ahh -- so you're tellin' me that you took it upon yourself to be Daddy's Little Princess just because there was no one else to do it?" he smirked, and she gave him a look.

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Not at all," he said with a nod, before turning back to the room. "So explain the walls then?"

"Well, my dad promised he'd repaint all our rooms, but we all had to agree on a base color. Needless to say, I got outvoted. And my brothers were blue kids."

"So you wound up with a blue room."

"Exactly," she sighed, before leaning back against him. "I was grateful for that vote when I got older, though -- I grew out of pink real fast."

"I'm not surprised," he said with a grin as she turned around to face him.

"Oh, no?" she said with a slight smirk.

"Nope," he said, shaking his head. "If you were more of a pink girl, I don't think we'd get along all that well."

"That would be a shame, wouldn't it?" she said as she kissed him. "Although -- I think if I were a pink girl, I would have absolutely no interest in a guy like you."

"Ouch, Jess," he said, pulling back to give her a look. "Just ouch."

CSI/CSI:NY: Danny/Sofia: Forest Green

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Danny had this habit of wearing tight shirts to work.

Most of the women he worked with weren't exactly complaining, and most of the time Sofia didn't care, but there was this one shirt he had -- forest green button down -- that was just perfect on him. Naturally, his complexion lent itself to darker colors, but that green was just -- eye catching. It was damned distracting.

And he probably knew it too.

She could see the smirk on his face when he caught her staring, and the way he would go out of his way to talk to her and catch her eye when he was wearing it. It wasn't so bad when she was doing it in the vicinity of her apartment, but when they were at work, she really wanted to just throttle him for it.

By the end of the day though -- he was ready to bring her around again to his way of thinking.

Heroes: Adam/Elle: Red

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She wasn't invincible like him.

He knew that better than anyone, especially right now. The red blood was seeping from her side just like the control was slipping through his fingers. He was frozen, unsure of what to do, because of all the people he had expected this to happen to, Elle hadn't been one of them. She had been a small constant over the past thirty years, and the idea that she was slipping through his fingers now, well -- that was something he just couldn't let happen.

"Adam." Her voice was was cracking, panicky, but his eyes were focused and cold on the man standing across from him. Her fingers curled on his shirt as he pulled the knife from her side, feeling her tense against him and cry out softly in pain.

"Yes, Adam," the man's voice mocked. "Heal her. Heal her so that I can just kill her again."

"You won't live long enough for that," Adam said with a growl. "I guarantee it."

"People have been trying to kill me for ages," the man said, starting to step forward into the shadows more. "What makes you think you'll succeed?"

"Because you're not anything like me," Adam said thinly, before using the knife to slice the inside of his arm and then launching the knife back at the man in the shadows. It wasn't enough to kill, he knew that much already, but it was enough to buy him sometime and get Elle to safety, and once that was achieved --

-- the man was going to wish he'd never been born.

CSI:NY AU: Anderson/Lauren: Lavender

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"You smell good."

Lauren turned around as he placed his arms on either side of her giving him a grin as she did. "I always smell good."

"Well, today you smell especially good."

"Mmmm," she sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Lavender."

"Lavender?" he nodded. "Very, very nice."

"Okay," she said, pulling back slightly as he leaned in and began to kiss the side of her neck. "What do you want?"

"Who says I want something?" he murmured against her skin.

"Mmm-hmm -- "

"I was just thinking, Hannah's actually spending the night at her mothers -- Lizzie's with her -- we happen to be completely alone."

"Huh," she said with a nod. "Would ya look at that."

"Yes," he said, sliding his hands over to her sides and pulling her in closer. "And I think we should take advantage of that fact."

"You know what," she murmured. "I think you may be right."

"Good," he said with a nod, pulling her away and starting to back her towards the bedroom. "I'm glad you agree."

SPN/Heroes: Dean/Elle: Gold

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The first morning he wakes up next to a mane of gold, he wonders why he still has his pants on. He had to say that blond wasn't usually his type, but hey -- whatever worked. He just wasn't quite sure why he asked her to stay, or at least remembered that much.

It wasn't until she rolled over and curled up closer to him that he remembers the whos, whats, whens and whys. What started as Elle going off on a few guys who didn't know when to leave a girl alone, turned into Dean getting into a bar fight, taking a few good punches to the head, and needing Sam and Elle to usher him out of the bar and dump him down on the motel bed. It still didn't explain how Elle had wound up sleeping next to him as oppose to in a room of her own as she usually did.

Not that he really minded. Hot blond in his bed, who was he to complain -- well, except about the fact that he still had his pants on. But he could learn to work with that.

She blinked her eyes open after a moment, and turned her head back up at him with a sleepy grin. "Hey there, slugger. How's your head?"

"Still a little fuzzy," he sighed. "Remind me what happened again?"

"All you have to know is that you were awesome. And you got your ass kicked."

"Those aren't mutually exclusive?"

"Nope."

"I should really have you stroke my ego more often."

SPN/Heroes: Adam/Bela: Pewter

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He didn't hear her come in.

That tends to be the case most of the time when she comes in the door, but after some point, she usually announces herself in some way. This time around, however, she didn't, and he was unaware of her presence up until she leaned over his shoulder, peering down at what he was reading. He immediately closed the file, before glancing over to the side where she was standing.

"Don't you know not to sneak up on people?" he said, with an amused smirk. She just grinned at him.

"Yes -- but I've found that it can be excused when one has something the other wants." Adam arched an eyebrow in her direction, and she moved a fist over his shoulder, releasing it only enough to let a pewter pendant fall from her hand, holding on to the leather strap that one would assume would let it hang from around their neck.

Adam's eyes lit up almost instantly at the sight, before turning to her with an eager, almost childish grin. "You found it."

"I found it," she said with a nod, letting him take it from her and start to make her way around so that she was standing in front of him. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and tilted her head to the side slightly. "Now, I believe there is the matter of my payment?"

He glanced up at her, before reaching up and grabbing her arm, pulling her into his lap. "Payment later," he murmured, leaning in to kiss her, and hoping to delay that comment to a later date.

CSI:NY AU: Robert/Lizzie: Silver

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"Open it."

Robert looked up at her and smirked, taking the package from her as she moved in closer, resting her chin on the top of her hands and her hands on his shoulder. "Anxious, are we?"

"Well, we're celebrating. Firstly, it's your birthday, and secondly, I got a promotion," she grinned. "I want to see what you think of what I got you."

Robert just gave her a smile before looking down at the package in front of him. He opened it a few minutes later revealing a very nice silver watch, one that he had commented that he liked, but was a bit out of her price range. His eyes went wind and her turned back to her, looking confused. "Lizzie -- how did you -- ?"

"I got a bonus," she said with a sigh. "It'd your birthday, I could afford it, and I wanted to get you something nice."

"Lizzie, you didn't have to -- "

"No, I didn't, but I wanted to, okay?" she tilted her head to the side slightly. "And you did say you wanted it, right?"

"Yeah," he said, before turning to her and kissing her softly. "And I love it."

"Good," she grinned, moving in closer as she leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck.

CSI:NY AU: John/Chelsea: Orange

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"...Nice jumpsuit," John smirked as he walked over to where Chelsea was standing backstage. She was working on the Broadway set of Legally Blonde, and she was currently getting ready to rehearse the number "Whipped into Shape," which required her to be decked out in an orange jumpsuit.

She turned around to face him, crossing her arms across her chest. "Is there something wrong with that?"

"No," he said, continuing to smirk. "Of course not."

"Good," she grinned before moving in closer. "Otherwise, I may have had to strangle you with my jump rope."

"You wouldn't," he teased, leaning in to kiss her gently. She grinned into the kiss as she kissed him back. "You like me too much."

"That might not even save you," she said with a sigh. "Apparently, I'm a very dangerous felon. You should be scared of me."

"I should be," he said, before shaking his head slightly, still close to her. "But I'm not."

"Damn," she sighed. She heard the cue go for her scene and she pulled away from him reluctantly. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," he murmured, giving her hand a squeeze. "Break a leg."

"Thanks," she sighed, before squeezing his hand back and disappearing onto the stage.

Supernatural: Dean/Bela: Pink

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This was a bad idea. She knew it and he knew it, but they were doing it anyway, just because they could. They only had a small amount of time before they were found out, so they needed to get in, get out, and get it done before they got walked in on in a position that was far too compromising.

Sam was off doing other things for the case and Dean was pushing Bela into a closet, pulling at her clothes as she shoved his top shirt off his shoulders. This was by no means fun, gentle, or awkward -- this was rough, desperate and fast, and this needed to be angry and all about physical need, nothing more.

Her back hit the wall, and she felt him claw at skin, shoving her skirt up her thighs and pinning her in place. She moaned softly at the contact, feeling fingers dig in, turning pink skin red as he yanked her in closer with an angry kiss. When his lips pulled back and moved down to her neck, she let her head fall back and she closed her eyes.

"Are you sure about this?"

Dean blinked slightly, pulling back to look at her. "Hell no. But I think we're a little too far gone for that, don't you?"

"Probably right," she said with a frown before pulling him back in for a kiss again and leaning back. Might as well go all the way, rather than halfway and wondering what if.

[toxic-shadow.livejournal.com]

Anna/Flack. Midnight blue.
Amy/Eva. Rouge.

CSI:NY: Flack/Anna: Midnight Blue

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Darker colors had always looked better on her than brighter ones, so when she shows up to the Policeman's Ball in a midnight blue gown that fits her absolutely perfectly, he has to admit that he's a bit stunned for a moment.

She makes her way over to him, and gives him a wide smile as she does, smoothing down the front of his tux. "You look great, Don."

"So do you," he said with a nod, as genuinely as he could. "You really do."

The smile only brightened as they started to make their way into the ballroom. "So did you miss me?"

He smirked slightly at that. "You know, when you said you were taking a vacation, I didn't think it would last three months."

"I needed some time," she said with a nod. "And I got it."

"Good," he said with a nod, giving her a small smile. "That's good to hear."

SPN/CSI:NY: Amy/Eva: Rouge

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"Oh, sweetie." A wide smile crossed Amy's face as she made her way into the dressing room. "That's the dress."

Eva frowned slightly, before turning back to the mirror. "Ya think?" The dress was a bit more classic than she was used to. Long and a deep rouge red, it was had a tight bodice with a full skirt, letting it drop down to the floor in ruffles and soft satin.

"Oh, yeah," Amy said with a grin. "If we weren't wearing the same face, I'd ask if I could take you out of it."

Eva gave Amy a look, before turning back to her reflection in the mirror. "You don't think it's too much?"

"Honey, it's a bridesmaid's dress. It's always too much."

"Still -- that doesn't mean I should like it."

"It looks good on you," Amy said with a sigh, coming up behind her and looking over her shoulder at the reflection. "And as I said -- if you weren't wearing my face -- "

"Yeah, yeah," Eva sighed, before giving her a grin. "I know. You don't have to say it again."

[callarose.livejournal.com]

Oooh great meme!

Danny/Maka - rose.
Chase/Cameron - white.

Thanks in advance.

CSI:NY: Danny/Maka: Rose

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Danny wasn't really a flowers and candy kind of guy.

Frankly, Maka didn't really expect him to be, and that wasn't really what she was looking for. She wasn't looking to be romanced a lot of the time, she just wanted to have someone she could connect with, and she and Danny connected really well. Really well.

She wasn't, however, all that opposed to surprises, and when they were surprises of a romantic nature that was even better. So when a rose some how found it's way onto her desk one morning, she was surprised -- and it was one of the good kind. She smiled slightly as she brought the flower up to her nose.

"Someone getcha flowers, Maka?" Danny said, coming up behind her with a file in his hand and a smirk on his face.

"Apparently somebody out there likes me," she said with a grin before placing the flower back on the desk and turning back to him. "So whatcha got?"

House MD: Chase/Cameron: White

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Things weren't black and white with them. They never were. There were always these gray areas where he couldn't see what was coming with her, and he didn't really like it. Because out of the veils of gray would usually come a problem, and while he took pride in being able to predict some of them, he didn't like being blindsided.

And House was definitely an area where he was blindsided.

And it wasn't just the first time either. It was every time House came up, it would inspire a fight that came from out of nowhere, and it would push him even further into thinking that maybe this just wasn't going to work. Which really was the last thing he wanted.

For once, he just wanted to be an issue with House to be in the white. But he didn't know when or how that was going to happen.

[defy-n-gravity.livejournal.com]

Bela/Michael (you know the fandoms) - Pink
Kala/Ben (ditto) - Orange

~since I have permission

Cora/Larry - Jade
Nina/Ed (L&O platonic) - Black
Dean/Bela - Grey

Oh! and Danny/Lani (platonic, obviously) it would help if I give you a color..I swear..last edit - Coral

SIU: Ben/Kala: Orange

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Ben made a face in the mirror as he adjusted him shirt on his shoulders. It wasn't that it wasn't a nice shirt. It was a good style on him, and it fit well, but it was -- well -- the color. It was a bit too much -- orange. It wasn't that he didn't value Kala's fashion sense, it was a good one, but sometimes her choices for him were just -- questionable.

"So," she said, coming up behind him and glancing over his shoulder. "What do you think?"

"It's very -- orange," he started with a slow nod.

"It looks good on you."

"It's still very orange," he repeated, giving her a meaningful look. She sighed slightly before wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

"I like it."

"I figured you would."

"Please wear it?" she said, giving him a slight pout. "For me?"

He sighed heavily and moved in closer, before tilting his head to the side slightly to look at her. "Only for you. Which means it doesn't leave the apartment."

"I'll keep that in mind," she said, before leaning in with a grin to give him a kiss.