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So we'll be combining a thing and trying something new.

There's the drabble meme, wherein you write a drabble, then leave a request for another drabble, and someone comes along and gives you another drabble in the comment, leaving her own request after...

Then there's the thousand comment meme.

So we're trying for A Thousand Drabbles.

Hey, PotC pulled off something very near it. Why not me?

Probably should make the entry public so it's more... possible.

Anyway, my (double) drabble:

(late s4 Farscape)

Some nostalgia possessed John to ask Scorpius if he still carried the image of Earth, sixty years' travel distant. "You mean, Sebacea?" Scorpius asked.

"What?" John was floored.

"They had to come from somewhere." Scorpius held out a crystal. "Didn't you suspect? You look too similar for it to be chance."

Examination of the image Scorpius had produced showed it wasn't John's Earth. There were geopolitical shifts--cities that shouldn't be there dotted polar coasts; cities that should have been present were nowhere to be found. L.A., New York, D.C., Paris, Rome, Cairo, Tehran, Hong Kong, Beijing, Sydney, Tokyo--all the places that John was used to seeing from space as a spiderweb of lights across the dark side of the Earth. Gone.

But it was an Earth.

There were two explanations, after ruling out manipulation by Scorpius--and Pilot confirmed the file was archival footage, hundreds of cycles old. Either John's first trip down the rabbit hole had been to the far, far future, or else it had been to an unrealized reality.

John couldn't decide whether he preferred this universe to be the inevitable result of his own world's evolution, or whether he preferred it to be unreal.

My request: Witchblade, from the point of view of the blade itself.

ETA: Feel free to answer any request, even if someone else has already answered it.

ETA2: If you get into a huge story instead of a single drabble, don't let that stop you from posting it! Little bites are tasty, but so are seventeen-course feasts.

ETA2.1: If you want to drabble and have an idea that's not on the request list, go ahead and start a new comment thread with it.

ETA2.2: Don't forget to attach a request to your drabble! Requests feed the process!

ETA3: I'm going to start two lists, list of stuff people have written and list of stuff people have requested
ETA3.1 which will now be kept on my site rather than here on lj, because I realized if this gets anywhere near a thousand drabbles, the links will be more than a single lj-post can contain.

ETA4: April 2010: No, I am not updating the links on a six-year-old list from LJ. If you are interested in reading the drabbles, they are all in the comments of this entry. Some people even put header info in their comment subjects. Have fun.

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Spoilers: "Thanatopsis"

300 words. 'Cos it's V.

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Gabriel knew people, who knew people, who pulled a few strings so Gabriel could look at a few records. He had just enough strings to pull on his puppets that he could do a little clandestine research on his new stalker. He hadn't really had a stalker before; just over-sexualized yet under-sexed IRC acquaintances with a little too much time to run his name through search engines.

Nottingham wasn't even his stalker; utterly Sara's. Gabriel seemed to be getting some of Sara's run-off psychos. She could handle it; Gabriel wasn't so sure he could. In some cultures, the wielder of the Witchblade had been viewed as a goddess. Gabriel couldn't compete with that, nor did he want to. He just wanted to know how to stay alive long enough to figure out how to help Pez.

His research turned up some interesting things about Irons. He couldn't find anything about Nottingham on his own; he was practically Irons's lap dog, from the looks of it. Gabriel quickly blocked out the mental images that sprung up from that poorly chosen phrasing.

He went back to his research, hoping to block that out with cold, hard facts. From what he could gather on Ian's past killing/body-guarding experiences, he didn't toy with people the way he was toying with Gabriel. If he wanted someone dead, they'd die. If he gave someone a warning, they'd die. (And Sly seemed to have been pals with Nottingham; a handy fact that didn't help Gabriel in any way, except to fuel his paranoia) That was why there wasn't a lot to find about the guy; there wasn't anyone left to write about it.

Gabriel could've still been breathing because Nottingham thought he could help Pez. Of course, others had seemed to have died for the same thing.

Request: Corky and Violet Bound fic.

The problem with Violet was having a lesbian lover instead of a Mafia man did not make her honest.

When Violet was gone, the money was gone, the goddamn truck, the truck Corky *knew* Violet would ditch for something sleeker at first opportunity, was gone, all Corky had left was a beer to drown her sorrows.

"I can't believe I trusted that whore."

That was foolish: everyone trusted Violet. That was her talent, the way theft was Corky's. Dons hung on every sultry word dropped from her rose red lips. She assuaged Caesar's suspicions until he was completely fucked. She ensnared men with those dark eyes and convinced them she actually liked dick.

Hell, maybe she did. Maybe it was Corky she'd been playing for a fool. After all, men had hands and mouths. Violet probably hadn't even had to fake the orgasms she had with Corky.

Violet had wanted to escape Caesar. But had Corky ever been a person to her, or just a ticket to freedom?

Corky could never decide if she was being honest with herself about Violet feeling nothing, only manipulating her, or if she suffered the bitter lesbian's lament:

"I bet that bitch was straight."

(Request: Utena incestfic--pairing of your choice, heh.)

(Somewhere around the Black Rose/Car Duels in the anime)

My brother would never hurt me. This is why he takes my glasses off before he embraces me. This is why he kisses me tenderly and whispers kind things in my ear.

My brother loves me. This is why he takes care of me and I am the Rose Bride. He would never leave me for another.

Then why do I find myself becoming so jealous of the way my brother behaves around Miss Utena?

Miss Utena cares for me. She and my brother are friends and nothing more. Friends the way ChuChu and I are. Friends and nothing more.

(Request: Touga/Miki, Revolutionary Girl Utena. If possible, something with the line/based on the line, "Your sister's cute, Miki. But you're cuter.")

Five minutes and twenty-two seconds to walk up the stairs. Three minutes and sixteen seconds spent standing in the hallway, wondering why Touga's words always seemed to echo long after he'd said them. Add another forty-nine seconds of staring at the half-open door, and it came to nine minutes and twenty-seven seconds.

(Miki normally walked the same distance in four minutes and thirty-four seconds. But perhaps 'normal' wasn't the right word; 'on average,' then. On average, he walked the same distance in four minutes and thirty-four seconds.)

Pushing the door open, he found Touga lounging back on the bed, jacket undone, pants low across his hips, his crimson hair spilling across the pillows. Then Miki blinked and realised that Touga was lounging, yes, but only the top button of his collar was undone.

"Miki," Touga said lowly, gesturing for Miki to come closer. (Stepping forward, Miki was distracted by the thought of red against white: red piping against starched white cotton; red hair against soft white pillowcases; red lips against white skin.) "What are you doing here?"

Stopping at the side of the bed, Miki swallowed and crossed his arms behind his back. "Kozue..." He shook his head, trying to think of how to approach such a subject. ('Your sister's cute, Miki.')

"Your sister?" Touga asked with a snide grin that hinted at things Miki didn't want to know. Touga raised his hand, tracing lazy patterns in the air. "This wouldn't be about the... new music teacher, would it?"

Miki frowned, pursing his lips as he thought. "I don't think so." He glanced across at the wall and noticed the shadows. (Noticed the shadow of his own torso, the flittering shadow of Touga's hand; the way Touga's shadow-fingers grazed along his shadow-chest, pausing to play with the buttons, to undo them one by one.)

"She already spoke to me about it." Touga's voice was low and hypnotic, the way it always was when whispering things you didn't want to hear, things like 'Your sister's cute, Miki. But you're cuter.'

Miki watched the shadows play, watched the shadow-hand drift lower. (His shadow-self must be half-naked by now.) "Oh."

"It'll be fine." Touga lowered his hand and the shadow-fingers retreated to lie calmly on Touga's chest. "It was easy to arrange."

"Ah." Miki looked down, and was almost surprised to find that he was still dressed, buttons done up tightly and collar snug against his throat. "Good. That's... good. If you'll excuse me, I need to practice."

Touga nodded, as regal as any prince. "Of course."

Turning on his heel, Miki stumbled out the door and fled down the stairs. Three minutes and five seconds later, he was sitting in front of the piano, fluttering his pages of music.

(Three minutes and five seconds. That was far better than average.)

***

(Request: An Utena piece featuring Juri, since I find her so intriguing. Or alternatively, write me a Sports Night Dan/Casey drabble and I'll love you forever.*g*)

(Because I don't know Sports Night. *g*)

Juri doesn’t believe in miracles. She doesn’t believe in wondrous, magical events happening. She’s a rational person. Who believes that there is a rational explanation for everything that could be considered a “miracle”.

The way that upstart Tenjou won the duel? An error on Juri’s part, nothing more. There is no such thing as the Power of Dios.

Tenjou’s defeat of Ruka? He made a conscious decision to let her win, gentleman to the end.

Shiori and the locket? Juri believes that something happened to make her forget. Juri’s not sure what. All she knows is, it’s not a miracle.

(Request: Angel/Lindsey, AtS)

Lindsey doesn't remember the why of it. He knows the how (especially now, when delightfully cool skin is rippling under his stroking hands), and he definitely knows the when.

Dear GOD, does he know the when.

Maybe there was anger, maybe there was rage. Maybe it was watching this man--creature--be something that he no longer was.

Devil to the angel in all of us, and it's not poetic, but he long ago stopped wanting it to be so.

It's ironic that it's Angel who brought this out of him, that he can gasp and pant and want this so very very badly.

Request: Kitty Pryde.

After she'd taken his picture off the wall - it couldn't be up there anymore; he'd come back from the dead - Kitty paused in the doorway, glancing back at Lockheed. The little dragon looked at her expectantly, obviously waiting for her to come back and scritch his head.

"Sorry, baby dragon," she said apologetically, starting to move back in the direction of the Wall of Dead Friends, her gaze sliding back to the other pictures. Suspicious.

Piotr she'd left on her dresser, waiting to be put back up on the Wall of Living Friends - or replaced with a newer picture of him, which would probably be a healthier move on Kitty's part. Still up there, though-- god.

Rachel came back, too. She wasn't /dead/, but...

A slender finger came up to trace from picture to picture, Kitty staring at them, frowning. "What don't I know, guys?" Doug: Probably not coming back. There was Douglock, and - well, Doug had been dead a long time. Yana: ...well. There was *always* the question of which Yana'd actually died of Legacy, and there was also the crosstime counterpart that'd come a-calling. One never knew with magic and time travel. Jean: It's more a holiday than 'death', really. Betsy: Brian hadn't gone back to drowning his sorrows, and was still all kingy and crap in Otherworld with Meggan, and -- well, geez, there was *no* freaking *proof*.

...Pete.

There'd been a body. Sam /said/. A body that got buried, and Romany was there after the memorial. 'How did she look?' Kitty had asked wistfully, remembering the woman that'd cheerily broken in on them making out, that'd been able to keep Pete offbalance. 'Creepy and old,' Sam had answered slowly, eyeing Kitty. 'How did you /expect/ her to look? She nearly /killed/ us...'

Wrong sister. And the eyepatch coming off, being fake - and -

"What are you up to, you sneaky limey...?" whispered Kitty, fingertips come to rest on his photograph.

"Katya?" came Piotr's voice from the hallway, seeking her.

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Request: DC/LSH, postboot, pre-Waid/Kitson: Cos/Lyle

ooh. *pets the Kitty* She should now track him down and kick his ass. On principle. *nods*

*whinge* But I'm bein' super-secret, an' la! Can't have her go about kickin' me arse if I've got important shit t'do all secret-like, can we?

Either way, if Kitty runs into Alistaire - which the current book setup is practically designed to avoid - his obvious secret-driven discomfort and inability to lie to Kitty's face will immediately alert her to the fact that Something's Up. And she's certainly capable of intimidating it out of him. :D

Pete had better hope he needs to be rescued, or she'll kill him herself.

Touga is an artist of the very highest degree.

His touch sends tremors through Miki's frame, calling forth melodies from the darkest parts of his body. The blood that pumps through Miki's veins is full of broken chords, with a frantic metronome heart to keep time. He yields to Touga, letting himself be played like an instrument. Body taut like a bowstring, he awaits his unspoken commands. The time for innocence and sunlit gardens is past; Touga has taken his pain and made it into a song.

For his part, Touga is tuning, careful not to shatter the fragile heartstrings. He is, after all, an artist, and he won't spoil such pretty music.

Oooooh! Very nicely done. I really enjoyed the extended music metaphor. (Oh, but you forgot to mention *your* drabble request...)

Thanks! And I know ... um, I request a Harry Potter drabble, Snape/Lupin. ^.^

Severus watches him, the filthy monster. He watches because somebody has to, because nobody can seem to remember that Lupin is an evil, murderous Dark creature, a danger to everything in the castle, a danger to every student in his care.

Not that Severus particularly cares about the students, but he has a duty to protect them, and he's always been bound by duty.

And so he watches. At every meal, at every meeting, at every given opportunity. He watches the way the monster's thin robes cling to him whenever he leans over, the way the ill-fitting collar gives a glimpse of long neck and pale flesh whenever he moves his arm just so. He watches the way the monster eats, always so quietly enthusiastic, as if it were the first meal he's had in ages, and Lupin's mouth always lingers just a little too long on his fork, his tongue always swipes just so against his lips, his head always leans back just a little, eyes bright and half-lidded, long pale neck exposed, whenever he swallows that first bite of rich chocolate cake.

Severus watches because he has to, and he hates the monster for making him do it.

And sometimes, late at night, all alone in his chambers, he hates himself for what the monster makes him do, then, too.

Now someone gimme some Lupin/Harry, please! ^_^

Left

"We're all that's left," Harry says, crawling into his bed one night and curling up close. It's not a good enough reason, and so Remus reaches for his wand on the nightstand and prepares to be kind, but firm.

"Lumos," he says, so Harry can see his face and see that he means it when he tells Harry not to do this again. But then he sees Sirius' angry loneliness in Lily's eyes, and James' mouth pressed into an unhappy line, and he forgets all about reasons and lectures. He pulls Harry close, and holds on to all that's left.

END

QaF US, B/J please

"Oww!"

"Stop being such a baby."

"It's been four days. Why isn't this getting any better?"

"The recovery process takes time, as both you and I are well aware."

The reference silenced Brian's whining for the moment and Justin took the opportunity to add more oil to his hands as he shifted to work on the other hamstring. With the pain from the broken collarbone under control and exhaustion well passed, the only reminder of the heroically stupid ride was the build up of lactic acid. By this third session, they had developed a routine, making Justin consider, not for the first time, that Brian might be a closeted masochist. But the way the conversation seemed to go suggested to Justin that there was something more going on here. He dug his thumb into a particularly large knot and waited for the cue for his next line.

"OWWW!"

"I've read somewhere that as we age our pain threshold drops. Do you need a break?"

"Fuck you."

"Don't want to risk a stroke."

Brian lifted his head enough for Justin to see one green eye and hear the smile. "I can take anything you can dish out, Sunshine."

Justin grinned back.

Request: Alex Krycek (X-Files) in a crossover

I absolutely adore Violet...she is the most adorable babe I've seen in movies in years! I love her beautiful voice, her soft, ringletty black hair with just enuf curls...I love her expressive ways'n her pretty eyes...Violet is a sly little bugger'n has a soft, sexy, curvy, cuddly body...she's very lovable to see on my screen & I love those cute adorable dresses'n outfits she wears...she has nice buns & is a real hot babe! :) I love the fact she is very sexual, not shy & is a lesbian! Right on! The name Violet really suits her in Bound & those kissable full lips she has...mmm...Violet is the type of babe who can orgasm in no time & is a hot lover I bet in bed...she loves to be pleased & to please...now if Violet was my lover, I'd be in heaven for sure, lol...in my meditations, I see Violet'n feel her soft body next to mine'n her presence is strong...she is strong willed, not a pussy wimp & stands up for her rights...is not afraid of anything & says what she feels'n thinks...Violet is the type of babe who one would have to keep up with in bed...she has the nicest sound moans & they go thru anyone who is making love with/to her...

I can at the same time, see Violet leaving Corky, who is boring as heck'n looks like not a whole lot...I can see Violet one minute wanting to be with Corks & the next minute, leaving her for other partners...she seems like the type who would get bored easily unless she is pleased in every way possible...she's a little flirt & isn't afraid to flirt...

I can see Violet leaving Corks too after they get the money'n they split it in half & go their seperate ways...after all, Violet I find, is more exciting than Corks, she's alot prettier, more desirable, a tease at times yes...I can see Corks wanting to be possessive of Violet'n Violet teling her to "Fuck off" numerous times, then not wanting to see that dyke Corky again...I can see men also doing Violet sometimes because I think Violet loves the odd bit of dick...eeewww...oh to each their own...I bet Violet is the better lover of Corkscrew...Violet seems to be the type to take control, to ask for what she needs'n isn't afraid of doing so...I love the fact she is a flirt'n has a cute voice too...she's definitely a snuggle bunny I'd love to have'n adore...lol...

I can see Corks drinking at bars most times'n trying to just "get laid"...she don't look or seem to be the commitment type...I can also see Violet cheating on Corks with alot of ppl too..Violet is very trusting, ppl trust her easily, she is very approachable...looks like "an angel", with those curls'n those lips, her beautiful physical appearance makes ppl want to love'n adore her, well, those who like her'n respect her...

I love the fact Violet pulled the wool over Caesar's eyes big time...it cracked me up...I can see her doing the same thing to Corks if she fucks with Violet! I love the fact Violet looks so innocent, childlike & is a great lover'n a wet woman of passion & excitement...she's indeed the best ever! It's hard to not love Violet!

For a while, it was good. Violet wasn't the best lay Corky had ever had, but she came damn close. (Pun intended.) And, for a while, they trusted each other. It only made sense, at first. They'd gotten away with taking money from the Mob, the Business, whatever the fuck you wanted to call them.

Violet could trust that Corky wasn't going to betray her, because Corky wasn't the one with the plan. No one would believe Corky if she said so; she'd just get two to the head.

Corky couldn't trust Violet, but for a while she didn't care.

Request: Voyager Janeway fic.

Admiral Janeway slouched in her chair, one arm behind her head when it wasn't holding her coffee. She had a day off from lecturing. Her students had finals to study for, including the one she was going to give them. Truth be told, she needed the day off just as much as they did. The final had been prepared for weeks. Her assistant had everything graded, so she could catch up on her reading.

She couldn't concentrate on the words before her. She drank her coffee, and tried to push any niggling worries out of her mind. The effort made the words dance on the page before her.

This wasn't where she'd wanted to be when Voyager came back. She liked teaching, liked the new cadets. Like keeping in touch with promising students after they graduated or dropped out. If she saw potential in a student, she'd tell them. Eventually.

And when they asked her about the ship she'd commanded, she'd answer them. She limited the number of Voyager questions she'd take in a single lecture. That was part of why she'd called off this class. The students wanted to know more than what she was ready to tell anyone.

Request: Witchblade, Ian and Sara.

(this is somewhat more bizarre than I was expecting)

Ian is an echo. He was never meant to have a will of his own. He answers when called All he controls is when he fades away.

Sara thinks he stalks her. She does not understand that he comes forth when she yells, "Nottingham!" not so much because he is always near her as because he ceases to exist when he is not near her.

If Ian has been existing more than usual lately, well, most things wish to exist.

There is danger in coming too close. When an echo is so close as to synchronize with its origin, it cannot be heard. If Ian ever comes as near to Sara as he wishes, he will be subsumed by her, never heard again. He flirts with this fate, certain Sara will withdraw even if he cannot, certain he is safe in echoing her.

Ian is surprised when she kisses him. He doubts her sincerity, but returns the kiss. He has known her to use sexuality as a weapon, teasing temptation that sheathes in iron when provoked. So he asks her, fully believing the answer is not himself, what she wants.

Maybe she's lying, but he loses himself in her anyway.

Request: DS9, Bashir slash

(I was provoked by

j_crew_guy. That's all I have to say for myself)

Oh, and it's sloppy. 110 words.

~*~

"Turbolift four again?"

"I'm afraid so, sir. Third time this week."

"Unbelieveable."

"Chief O'Brien's on it, sir."

"Already?"

"No, sir. He's on turbolift four."

"Sisko to O'Brien."

"Yes, Captain?"

"Do you need any assistance, Chief?"

"No, I've got it all well in hand."

"Anyone needing to be evacuated?"

"Dr Bashir is here. Said he'd keep me company."

"If you insist, Chief. Sisko out."

…

"Leave the audio channel open, listen-only, Ensign."

"Yes, sir."

"*pant* Julian, you've got to quit hitting the emergency stop. *pant* One of these times you're going to break it for real!"

"Mm-hm."

"*gasp* Oh, right there…"

"Ensign?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Turn it off."

"Yes, sir."

"I'll be in my office."

"Yes, sir."

*sporfle*

That was great!!!

Sooooooo, does Sisko punish them....

...or ask to join in? LOL

Gabriel and Ian triple drabble

Re: Gabriel and Ian triple drabble

Bound: The Problem With Violet (double drabble)

Utena incestfic -- pairing of your choice

Re: Utena - Touga/Miki

"Rational Thought" - Juri (Revolutionary Girl Utena)

Angel: Angel/Lindsey

X-Men: Kitty Pryde

Re: X-Men: Kitty Pryde

Re: X-Men: Kitty Pryde

Touga/Miki <strike>is my OTP!</strike> drabble: "Instrumentalist"

Re: Touga/Miki <strike>is my OTP!</strike> drabble: "Instrumentalist"

My (Late) Request

Ah, what the hell, I'll bite. So to speak.

Re: Ah, what the hell, I'll bite. So to speak.

QaF US: Recovery (Brian/Justin)

Violet is so so CUTE'n SENSUALLY SEXY'n SOFT

For A While, drabble

Re: For A While, drabble

Day Off, double drabble

Re: Day Off, double drabble

Witchblade, Ian and Sara, double drabble

DS9, Bashir slash. (of a sort)

Re: DS9, Bashir slash. (of a sort)

Re: DS9, Bashir slash. (of a sort)