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Meme!

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.

SPN/Firefly Sam/River, silver
platonic or otherwise

Dean/Elle, aqua.

Ooh, don't care about platonic or not.

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

And if you want more, just let me know.

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

Oooh great meme!

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

Thanks in advance.

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

Edited 2008-08-12 21:32 (UTC)

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

You should never tell me stuff like that...

John/Chelsea - orange
Robert/Lizzie - silver
Anderson/Lauren - lavender
Adam/Elle - red
Dean/Elle - gold
Adam/Bela - pewter
Dean/Bela - pink
Danny/Sofia - forest green

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.

Edited 2008-08-12 19:18 (UTC)

"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."

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.

Oooh, this was really cute. Loved it.

Hee. That's so Danny. Loved this.

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.

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?"

I want to see more of this one!

"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."

Ah, so much love. *HANDS*

=D

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.

I think I might be able to do that. I still have that whole

psych_30 claim for them -- maybe one of those prompts would work...

"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."

Ooh. I forget how much I like them together until I read stuff like this.

Awww that was lovely. Thank you. :) Very cute.

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SPN/Firefly: Sam/River: Silver

CSI:NY: Flack/Angell: Cornflower Blue

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

Re: CSI:NY: Flack/Angell: Cornflower Blue

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

Heroes: Adam/Elle: Red

CSI:NY: Danny/Maka: Rose

Re: Heroes: Adam/Elle: Red

Heroes: Dean/Elle: Aqua

Re: Heroes: Dean/Elle: Aqua

LOST: Daniel/Miles: Green

Re: Heroes: Adam/Elle: Red

CSI:NY AU: Anderson/Lauren: Lavender

Re: CSI:NY AU: Anderson/Lauren: Lavender

Re: CSI:NY: Danny/Maka: Rose