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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.)
1.defy_n_gravity ~ Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Wesley/Lindsay
2.afteriwake ~ CSI:NY ~ Flack/Maka
3.lollobrigida ~ CSI:NY/Alias ~ Flack/Sydney
4.alison_sky ~ Supernatural/Castle ~ Sam/Beckett
5.wayitcomes ~ Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Xander and Flack
6.darkmagic_luvr ~ Supernatural/Firefly ~ Sam/River
7.myherodrowning ~ CSI:NY ~ Flack/Lindsay
8.evenasiwander ~ Everworld/Supernatural ~ David and Dean
9.risingfire ~ Supernatural/Dark Angel ~ Dean/Max
10.smart_alec494 ~ Star Trek XI/Dark Angel ~ Kirk and Alec
Any fandom that you know I know. I tend to know many these days, so try me, and if I really can't do it, I'll let you know. I also do crossovers. Have at it.
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defy_n_gravity ~ Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Wesley/Lindsay2.
afteriwake ~ CSI:NY ~ Flack/Maka3.
lollobrigida ~ CSI:NY/Alias ~ Flack/Sydney4.
alison_sky ~ Supernatural/Castle ~ Sam/Beckett5.
wayitcomes ~ Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Xander and Flack6.
darkmagic_luvr ~ Supernatural/Firefly ~ Sam/River7.
myherodrowning ~ CSI:NY ~ Flack/Lindsay8.
evenasiwander ~ Everworld/Supernatural ~ David and Dean9.
risingfire ~ Supernatural/Dark Angel ~ Dean/Max10.
smart_alec494 ~ Star Trek XI/Dark Angel ~ Kirk and AlecAny fandom that you know I know. I tend to know many these days, so try me, and if I really can't do it, I'll let you know. I also do crossovers. Have at it.
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Lindsay Monroe/Wesley Windam-Pryce
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CSI:NY ~ Flack/Maka ~ 389 words
Her getting transferred upstate had been a shit deal as far as local friendships were concerned, but she had managed to keep in touch with Flack and Angell. When she heard about the shooting, she was floored. It’s one thing to hear about a cop getting gunned down by assholes just looking for a payday. It's another for it to hear that it happened to someone she knew. In fact, that was more like a punch to the gut, and while she didn’t say anything at the funeral, she had a feeling that her presence there meant something at least.
When her old spot in homicide opened up again, she swooped in and asked for the transfer before anyone else could take it. She thought that maybe it would be easier, just to have a familiar face in Jess’s position, as oppose to someone knew that Flack would have to spend a lot of time training. The less reminders he had, the better off he’d be, but that didn’t mean she was going to let him get away with not talking to someone. Especially after the situation with Terrence Davis.
“I don’t know how to fix this,” he said as he took another sip of his beer. She watched him carefully, almost the way she would a suspect, just watching to see if there was any sign she could pick up on. “I crossed a line, and I don’t know how to go back.”
“You’ll figure it out,” she said softly. “Maybe you should talk to someone.”
He looked up at her with a glimmer of a smirk in his eyes. “I thought that was why we were here.”
“I mean professionally, smartass,” she rolled her eyes. Flack just kept the smirk on, but shook his head sullenly.
“Nah—me and shrinks? They don’t really mix.”
“You need to talk to somebody, Don,” she said with a sigh, her hand covering his. “You need to pull yourself together. Otherwise, you’re just losing her, you’re losing everything on top of that.”
“I know,” he said with a bit of a hard swallow. “Just—some days it feels like I already have.”
“No, you haven’t,” she sighed, giving his hand a squeeze as she leaned back in the seat again. “You’re always gonna have me.”
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I have opted to break you in with your first Alias Cross-Over!!
Sydney Bristow & Don Flack!
Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Wesley/Lindsay ~ 424 words
Wesley looked up at the woman standing in front of him, taking a breath and hoping that he could convince her that this was the right thing to do. He knew the fact that he was in an interrogation room wasn’t really doing him any favors, but he wasn’t here on his behalf—he was there for someone else. “It’s not for me, Lindsay. It’s for someone else.”
“Okay, then that definitely means I’m not a ‘Get out of Jail Free’ card,” she sighed heavily, before crossing her arms in front of her chest, watching him for a moment. Wesley matched her stare, hoping that the silent communication conveyed just how serious this situation was. She watched him for a moment, before pulling out the chair across the table from him, and sitting down. “Okay. You have five minutes to give me every detail you can about what’s going on, and then I will see what I can do but seriously, Wes. This is the last time, okay?”
“Absolutely.” He let out a small sigh of relief before leaning forward to match her posture. “A Detective Flack in your precinct has in custody a woman named Faith Lehane.”
“As he should. She’s a fugitive from justice, the cops have been looking for her for months.”
“Yes, well—she’s also a Slayer.”
She frowned. “I thought Buffy Summers was the Slayer.”
“She is but—” He paused for a moment, before shaking his head. “—it’s a complicated story that I can’t get into in five minutes, but I need you to trust me on this, Lindsay. She is a Slayer and if you don’t find some way to get her out of custody discreetly, we will have an Apocalyptic situation on our hands.”
“How Apocalyptic?”
“There needs to be a contextualization of how bad the Apocalypse will be?” Wesley raised an eyebrow at her incredulously, and Lindsay just smirked.
“I like to know what I’m in for.”
Wesley sighed heavily. “Have you ever heard of a vampire called Johan the Terrible?”
“The CliffNotes version.”
“He has managed to get his hands on the last remaining pieces of the original scrolls for Revelations, including Saint John’s prophecies regarding how to release Pestilence—who, if my sources are to be believed, happens to be locked away somewhere beneath Grand Central Station.”
Lindsay was quiet for a moment, considering this, before closing her eyes. “I’ll see what I can do.”
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Sam/Beckett
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OR
David&Dean (who would not allow me to put a backslash because "that's gay"... Men.)
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Yeah, I'm on that kinda crack. :P
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CSI:NY ~ Flack/Lindsay ~ 316 words
Lindsay’s eyebrows went up mid-bite, and she turned her eyes back towards the man standing behind her. She tried not to move her shoulders too much—given the distance between her and Flack, she was relatively certain that he couldn’t see the Tupperware container in her hand.
“I dunno. Are you sure you brought it with you?”
This really wasn’t her fault. She shouldn’t be held responsible for the fact that his mother’s homemade lasagna was one of the greatest things she’d ever tasted. And while she was sure that she probably shouldn’t have stolen her boyfriend’s lunch, given who her boyfriend was and how he felt about food, but she couldn’t help herself. She’d found a way to make it up to him, so she figured that she was covered.
Flack was just giving her a look, even as she put on her best innocent face, which really wasn’t all that innocent, considering she only used it when she was in trouble. “Yeah. I’m pretty sure.”
“Huh,” she said with a shrug. “Wonder where it could have gone.”
He took a couple steps closer, and she cringed a bit, knowing that she was busted, and he just glanced over her shoulder with a sigh, before sitting down in the chair behind her. “Is there at least enough in there for me to have a lunch?”
She gave him a sympathetic face, before shaking her head, but then reaching for the chair next to her and handing him the bag. “But I did stop by Giorgio’s and get you that shrimp scampi you like.”
Flack considered for a moment, before taking the bag from her and leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. “Next time you want my lunch, give me a little warning? I’ll bring enough for both of us.”
She gave him a grin before nodding. “You got it.”
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(I think Alec has a boy crush on Kirk. This may or may not reflect the normal crush I have on him.)
As a back up if the crack is to cracky. . .
Alec and Peter. (I, also, am not allowe to use the backslash.)
Everworld/Supernatural ~ David and Dean ~ 375 words
“How’re you doing?”
“Feel like I was run over by a garbage truck,” Dean groaned. There was a long bout of silence and a bit of struggling, before he spoke up again. “Please tell me that those are your hands resting over my ass and not some creep I don’t know.”
David rolled his eyes before responding. “I am not touching your ass, but yeah—we’re tied together.”
“Well. That’s just great.” Another pause. “And you totally are.”
“Totally are what?”
“Touching my ass.”
David was quiet for a long moment, before speaking a little more firmly. “No. I’m really not.”
“Dude, you really kinda are. I mean, I think I know where my ass is, and if something is touching it.”
“Dean, the only part of me that is touching your ass is my ass, and that’s making me uncomfortable enough as it is, so why would I touch your ass with my hands?”
“I think I can tell the difference between your ass touching my ass and your hands touching my ass, and I’m pretty sure that it’s a hand.”
“Dean, I swear to God—”
“You two are aware that the more you argue like that, the more it looks like you’re protesting too much?” Both of their eyes shifted towards April, who was tied to Sam across the room from them. She was giving them a smirk, and David just glared at her. Dean, however, opted to whine.
“Why does Sam get to be tied to the hot chick?”
“Uh, Dean—?”
“I mean, come on. Does my luck have to be total shit?”
“Dean—”
“What, Sam?”
“If you don’t stop whining, I will shove my sword through your throat and stop you myself.”
Dean and David both looked up, and meeting the eyes of the Japanese samurai standing above them, and Dean gave him a bit of a grin. “Okay. Shutting up now.”
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Re: CSI:NY ~ Flack/Maka ~ 389 words
Star Trek XI/Dark Angel ~ Kirk and Alec ~ 658 words
Jim knew he wasn’t even halfway to unacceptably hammered, but he knew that that could be used to his advantage. He also knew that it was rather sad that he was earning his living hustling college kids for money playing pool, but for right now, it was just what he was going to have to do. He was stranded, cut off from the Enterprise, cut off from his friends—hell, he was cut off from his own damn time period. It sucked, but he just had to deal with it. And if that included earning his keep in a bar in a less than legal fashion, then that was what he was going to have to do.
“You’re living in a major economic depression—” That was the other shitty thing about being stuck in 2021. No one had any money to hustle. “—and, if I’m too hammered to for you to take my money, then you really are far noble to move beyond your economic status.”
The kid stared at him for a moment before laughing a bit. “Okay. Maybe not as hammered as I thought.”
“Great,” Jim smirked. “So are we gonna play, or are you too chicken to play a drunk man for fifty bucks?”
The challenge was evident, and that was enough of a nudge for the kid to pick up his pool cue. “I’ll break.”
“Fantastic.” He downed the glass of scotch he already had—bonus, alcohol was weaker in this time period, so he could have more of it—and raised a hand in the air. “I’ll get another round.”
The kid laughed, shaking his head a bit, before lining up to take his shot. “So what’d you say your name was?” It was a question built more out of not having a better way to ask it than anything else. Jim hadn’t given his, but the kid hadn’t either.
“I didn’t. But then again, neither did you.”
He waited until he took the shot he’d lined up to break, letting a few of the balls fall into the pockets. “Fair enough. Alec.”
“Jim. Nice to meet you.”
“So what do you do for a living?”
“I’m the Captain of a vessel called the Enterprise, commissioned by Star Fleet.” He was drunk enough that he didn’t care how crazy telling the truth would make him look.
“You sure you aren’t wasted?”
“Pretty positive.” He waited until Alec missed, before leaning over the table to take his turn. “What do you do?”
“I’m a bike messenger.”
He had to actually consider that for a moment, because there was no way this kid was just a bike messenger. It was down to the way he moved. He had to be at least ex-military-something, Kirk just wasn’t sure what yet. There was something about 2021 that he wasn’t quite remembering. Something about Seattle and a biochemical waste dump—
“Hey! Kirk!”
Shit. He knew trying to con two people in two different bars in one night was a bad idea.
“Friends of yours?” Alec asked, giving him a bit of a look.
“You could say that.” Old Mark was charging towards him and looking a little pissed so he was starting to back away a bit, giving him a chance to get a feel for the room. “In fact, I think we’re about to get really friendly.”
“Dude. Are you about to get into a bar fight?” The tone Alec was giving him was mostly incredulous, as though what Jim was about to participate in was far below him, but there were hints of amusement and surprise as well. Jim just flashed him a bright smile, before shifting his grip on the pool cue so that it was less of a thing in his hand and more of a weapon.
“How do you think I got my last job?
Supernatural/Dark Angel ~ Dean/Max ~ 370 words
That whole weak in the knees thing was really nothing. And highly overrated. And really not important—and wow this Dean guy was really close.
She really shouldn’t be impressed. He looked just like Alec. Though he didn’t smell like Alec. There was a distinct lack of big cat and a whole lot of other smells that she wasn’t sure made any sense, but there was a lot of leather and gunpowder, and on him that really worked for some odd reason. She had no idea who he was or what he was doing or why Alec had even brought him here, but right now he was way to close and doing funny things to her hormones, and—
—was she in heat again? The last time she checked, she wasn’t, but this was feeling a lot like it.
“You know the fact that you could kick my ass right now without me even blinking is a really big turn on?”
His hand landed on her hip, and while normally she would have twisted his wrist around and punched him in the face for that one, it had been so long since someone had actually touched her with the intention of starting something, and that actually felt kind of nice. And she may be slightly socially inept, but she was relatively certain that Dean was intending to kiss her. And she wasn’t sure if she was okay with that or not yet.
“Do you realize how masochistic that sounds?” That was the wittiest retort she could come up with. That was kind of pathetic.
His lips pouted a bit as he considered that, and she was cussing herself out in her head for her eyes being attracted to them without a second thought because he knew what he was doing. He was smooth. She had seen him work before, and she was falling for it hook, line and sinker and she didn’t know how to stop.
“Yeah. But I can work with that,” he said with a nod before leaning in the rest of the way. This was a bad idea. This was bad, bad, bad, bad, bad—
—wow, he was good at that.
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Supernatural/Firefly ~ Sam/River ~ 480 words
Not that he should be thinking of that. River was—River. In fact, he wasn’t even sure that River was meant to be thought of that way. It was an odd association in his mind, but it was almost as though River wasn’t meant to be sexualized. It made him uncomfortable. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t attracted to her. It made more sense when he didn’t think about it.
River was currently sitting in his lap, her fingers playing with his hair as she tilted her head to the side slightly. “He worries.” He blinked at her, a little surprised, before she continued. “Dean. He worries too much.”
“Yeah, well—he’s my big brother. It’s his job to worry.”
“He worries like Simon worries.”
“Who’s Simon?”
“My brother.” She paused for a moment, her fingers curling around his hair as she tucked it behind his ear. “Older. He’s a doctor. He saved me from the Alliance.”
“Sounds like he’s a good guy.”
“He is. Even if he does stupid things for broken girls.” Sam wasn’t sure what the phrase meant but he figured he could put things together eventually, given enough time. River was quiet for a moment, before looking at Sam again. “You worry too. About him. It’s—illogical.”
“What’s illogical about it?” Navigating River-logic was like putting a quarter in a one of those bubble toy machines at a supermarket. You never knew if you opened a door what you were going to get. “He’s my brother. I shouldn’t worry about him?”
“Big brothers are supposed to worry. Supposed to take care, clear the path so that the little brother gets to fly. Little brothers aren’t supposed to worry.”
He watched her for a moment, brushing his thumb against her arm lightly. “Well, I’m not very little, River.”
“You’re deflecting.”
“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.” She gave him a hard look and he smirked back at her. “And sometimes big brothers need us to take care of them. Someone has to take care of them sometimes.”
River considered that for a moment, quietly, before shifting, moving off his lap and settling onto the couch next to him. “His love for his car is also illogical. It’s just a thing. Things can’t love you back.”
Sam chuckled softly as he slid his arms around her shoulders and let her get comfortable. “I’ll explain the Impala to you some other time.”
Buffyverse/CSI:NY ~ Xander and Flack ~ 380 words
Flack rolled his eyes back in the direction of the man sitting next to him. He was slowly getting used to the whole “vampires are real” thing, but being tied a guy who just wouldn’t shut up. And while normally he wanted people to talk—it was part of his job, after all—this was bordering on a little ridiculous.
“Yeah. You’re tellin’ me.”
Xander nodded quietly for a moment. “Well, at least you’re better company than Spike. He shit in a fight now that he’s human again.”
Flack blinked at him for a moment, before tilting his head backwards so that he could look at the guy behind him. “Who is Spike and what was he before he was human?”
“Oh. He was a vampire.” Xander glanced back at him, before giving him a bit of a surprised look. “You didn’t know that?”
“I’m still getting used to the whole vampire … thing.”
“Yeeeeeah, Faith is a little slow on the explaining. It never really was her strong suit—she was always the stake and stab kind of girl.” A pause. “Though she is less on the stabbing these days.” Another pause. “At least not stabbing people of the human variety.”
“I’m noticing.” Flack wasn’t going to mention that he was starting to think that he really should have left her in jail in the first place, but right now, he was just hoping that she managed to get them all out of this alive, so that he could take her back to jail. “At least, I hope so. Otherwise we’re probably next.”
“Nah, Faith wouldn’t stab us.” A pause. “Maybe.” Another pause. “Nah. She wouldn’t. She’s totally past her evil Slayer phase.” And yet another pause. “I think.”
Flack was about to say something to that, and Xander cut him off again.
“You know, let’s just stop talking about Faith now. I’m sure she’ll be here to get us out of here soon.”
“Yeah,” Flack sighed. “I’m sure she will.”
“You were just thinking that this wasn’t how you wanted your day to go, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I thought so.” A pause. “Hey, look at it this way. It could have been worse.”
“And how’s that?”
“You could be tied to Spike.”
Supernatural/Castle ~ Sam/Beckett ~ 236 words
She wanted to. Oh, she really wanted to, but she wasn’t sure if she could go down this road right then. Because too many things were falling apart, and right now she had her gun trained on her partner, and she didn’t like the way that felt.
“I don’t know if I can do it, Sam.” She shook her head a bit, her finger resting uncomfortably against the side of the gun. “I—do you know what you’re asking me to do?”
“Kate.” He stared back at her, his gun pointed right back at her. “This is me. I need you to follow through on this and trust me.”
“Sam, I—” She could hear the sound of sirens getting closer, and she looked back at him, pleading with him. “—I can’t do this.”
“Yes, you can,” he replied, and his finger started to move towards the trigger, and suddenly, she was reacting on instinct, her finger landing on the trigger and firing the shot into his shoulder. Sam dropped the gun and stumbled backwards, limply raising his arm as the police surrounded them. She got closer to him as they wrenched his arms around and placed him in handcuffs.
“I really hope you know what you’re doing, Sam.”
“As I said, Kate,” he smirked, something a little reckless that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “Trust me.”
CSI:NY/Alias ~ Flack/Sydney ~ 287 words
He was pretty sure Sydney had a response to that, but it was cut off by a stream of bullets as the woman dragged him down behind a pile of boxes, which is the best thing they had for cover at the moment. She was shooting back at them, and Flack was getting his gun ready, but he wasn’t pleased. Not in the slightest.
“Hey, Flack.”
“You know, I should have figured it was you. When you’re in town, I always get shot at.”
He watched as she rolled her eyes a bit, dropping down next to him and pulling a clip out of God knows where in order to reload her gun. “You’re a cop, Flack. You get shot at plenty when I’m not around.”
“Actually, no. No, I don’t. I do a whole lot of running, but shooting isn’t really part of the program.” He propped himself up over the boxes, shooting back at the people firing at them to cover her while she worked. “Yet every time you roll into town, whether or not I’ll make it to breakfast gets called into question.”
“Oh, relax,” she said, waiting for him to drop down before going to shoot again. “You know you always have fun with me.”
“Fun?” He gave her an incredulous look. “Syd, this is not fun. This is not fun at all.”
She paused for a minute, before shifting closer to him and leaning in so that her face was inches from his. “If we live through this, we can head back to your place and have some real fun when it’s over.”
Flack stared back at her for a moment, before swallowing hard. “That’s cheating.”
“You know you love it.”
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So cute. She would so be all in charge and making him just grin and bear it. OBVIOUSLY Flack will now have like three other females from my cast wanting to be with him for something. A few more if he can deal with their evil backgrounds and help them redeem themselves. LOL
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