two cool communities em found!

[iluvroadrunner6]

ok, the first one is more for character!whores like myself, or if you just like general multifandom claims. fivebyfiction has you write five sets of five fics, and for all they care there could be five different fandoms, but all the fics have to be connected in some way. for example, the fandom, the theme of the fics, a particular...character involved. yeah, you get the idea. and they let you combine claims with other challenges. and i think this is the one where multiple people can have the same claim. i think.

i'm gonna probably claim flack related items over there, but not until after i finish the epic. which i'm working on today.

and the other community is called 15minuteficlets and they give you a different prompt word every week, and you write a ficlet in fifteen minutes. which is always fun, and what i wrote this *points to fic below* for.

Title: Just Takes Time
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRK
Characters: Don Flack and Rosa Flack
Prompt: Premature for 15minuteficlets
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: Just a little moment between mother and son.
Author's Note: Set between "Charge of this Post" and "People with Money" during the Flack recovery period.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of CSI:NY. They're owned by CBS. However, I do own Mama Flack so please don't steal her.



“I just think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself, Donnie,” Rosa Flack replied softly, sitting on the edge of the couch next to him, “You can’t push yourself.”

“If I don’t push me, who will?” he replied, giving her a look, and she frowned.

“I just think it’s a bit premature for you to be—”

“For me to be what? Walking?” he leaned back into the pillows, tired, and frustrated, and really not knowing where to turn.

“Can’t push yourself, baby,” she whispered, “If ya push yourself too hard, ya might make things worse, and then where will ya be. These things take time, Donnie.”

“I know,” he said, and it broke his mother’s heart to hear the defeat in her son’s voice. She knew he was frustrated. They had been down this path before, the injuries less serious but the frustration was still the same. Brain wanted to do something the body wasn’t ready for.

“I just wanna play ball, Ma,” he complained as he hobbled into the kitchen on his crutches, leg wrapped in a white plaster cast. “Why does this have to take so long?”

“Because medicine isn’t magic, Don, these things take time,” she said.

There had been less sympathy in her voice that time around, because the manner in which he had received the injury hadn’t been nearly as life threatening as this one, and the recovery time wasn’t as long. But if there was anything Rosa knew about Flack men is that instant gratification wasn’t instant enough.

“Gotta be patient, Donnie,” she said, “Things’ll pan out.”

“I just wanna do my job,” he sighed, and she nodded, before kissing his cheek and walking towards his kitchen, indicating that she was changing the subject.

“You relax, I’ll make you something to eat,” she said.

“Ma, I got nothing in the kitchen,” he said.

“Well that’s whacha need a girlfriend for,” she said, projecting her voice so that she could hear him from the kitchen, “Honestly, Donnie, you can't expect to live on take-out for the rest of your life.”

“I can’t?” he teased, and he knew the look she was giving him, without having to actually see it.

“No, you do need to have actual home cooking every once in a while. After all, does love go into take out? Do they put their heart and soul into it? No. Now who wants to live off soul-less food—”