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lowriseflare, who got it from fated_addiction:
Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.
Not sure how well this is going to work, considering this is a fic journal read by very few people, but TOO BAD, I have three seconds of free time and the newfound ability to write only in 200 word chunks. Come at me.
lowriseflare, who got it from fated_addiction:Give me a pairing (or character, or the name of a show) and a prompt (a word, a phrase, a situation, an emotion, a few lines from a song or, hell, even an entire song) and I will do my best to write you a snippet based on your request.
Not sure how well this is going to work, considering this is a fic journal read by very few people, but TOO BAD, I have three seconds of free time and the newfound ability to write only in 200 word chunks. Come at me.
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Date: 2011-09-18 09:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-18 10:08 pm (UTC)Sam/Oliver - coffee.
Unless you really want another Sam/Andy one, in which case, breakfast.
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Date: 2011-09-18 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-18 10:26 pm (UTC)Sam/Andy
"Hold on, what's the rush, what's the rush we're not done are we?
Cause I don't need to change this atmosphere we've made if
You can stay one more hour, can you stay one more hour?
You know I'm gonna find a way to let you have your way with me
You know I'm gonna find a time to catch your hand and make you stay"
Find A Way by Safetysuit. So much amazingness wrapped up in a song.
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Date: 2011-09-18 10:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-18 11:10 pm (UTC)An excellent way to get new Rookie Blue fic into the world. Yay you!
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Date: 2011-09-19 12:23 am (UTC)Luke/Jo, look what the cat dragged in
(but, uh. Probably you should write all those other people's first)
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Date: 2011-09-19 01:38 am (UTC)~ the "I got yelled at, and then I got suspended" Sam and Frank fill-in-the-blank scene.
~ Sam/Andy + stakeout make outs.
~ Andy going undercover with Sam in the first place ("Why, you wanna come with me?" IF ONLY.) and the alternate
sexy timesscenario that creates.no subject
Date: 2011-09-19 01:53 am (UTC);)
AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 04:32 am (UTC)“I think there’s still some cereal.” She’s sitting cross-legged on the kitchen table, panties and one of Sam’s old undershirts. It’s six o’clock. All they’ve eaten today is instant oatmeal, the only food Andy can conceivably make and bring him in bed without burning the house down (she tried for French toast once; it didn’t end well). Sam rubs a hand over his eyes.
“I should go to the store.”
Andy makes a face. “We could order pizza.”
“McNally.” He can’t quite keep the tension out of his voice. “We’ve eaten pizza every night this week.”
Jurassic Park is on in the next room, just quietly; clever girl. Andy’s eyebrows go up. “So?” Like it’s nothing, like it honestly never occurred to her as a problem.
“So? So this isn’t a frat house, Andy.” He wrenches open the fridge, stares down a carton of eggs and some pickles, an old scraped-out jar of strawberry jam. The cold air creeps over his forehead. He leans into it and sighs; counts to ten. When he turns around she’s got her lip between her teeth, one knee curled up under her chin.
“You want me to go?” She’s been back to hers a few times: finalized her mortgage; moved her stuff out of Nash’s place. It’s still all in boxes at the new house, stacked up in the living room. Sam’s pretty sure when he drops her off there she just sleeps. Watches cartoons. They aren’t very good at not being cops.
He sighs again. “No, McNally, I don’t want you to go.” He’s standing beside her before he even knows what he’s doing. (She just looks so unforgivably young, is the thing, no makeup and a messy bun like she’s playing volleyball, neon yellow underwear that says hello there across the ass. He loves her, badly. It’s way too early, but he’s sure. He just doesn’t know what to with her yet.)
“Well.” She sort of shrugs, shoulders up like she isn’t sure whether or not they’re fighting. “What do you want?”
He cups her knee. “Dinner.” And then, because he’s a grownup and that’s the easy way out: “I don’t know. Staying in bed all day and not seeing anybody isn’t normal, Andy.”
She shrugs again. “Maybe. But aren’t you— I mean, I can barely look Traci in the eye.”
That throws him a bit. “What are you, embarrassed?”
“Yes,” she hisses. “It’s our job, and now everyone’s going to think— I don’t know.”
“Think we’re sleeping together?” The baby-fine stubble on her knee pricks his palm. He rubs in a soothing circle, like he’s polishing it down. “Andy. We are sleeping together.”
She huffs out a breath. “Not you, me. First Luke, and now—it looks tacky, Sam. Like I—” She screws up her face.
Ah. “You’re a good cop. Nash and the other rookies aren’t going to think that. Best isn’t going to think that.” He cups her chin. “Ollie still thinks I drugged you.” That gets a laugh, watery. “Some idiots down in traffic might think that, but we only let them out of the basement once a month, so.”
She nudges her cheek into his palm; her skin is silky smooth. In the next room, the velociraptors are learning to open doors. “I’m supposed to meet the electrician at 10:30. Want to get up and do a run before?” He swipes a thumb across the hard line of her jaw and she closes her eyes. “Under the Mount Pleasant bridges. There was an attempted rape last week; probably I shouldn’t go alone.”
Sam smiles. “Yeah." Thumb at the corner of her stubborn, little-girl mouth; a kiss. "Yeah, I’d like that.”
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Date: 2011-09-19 04:33 am (UTC)if we were supernatural
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Date: 2011-09-19 04:58 am (UTC)Sam/Andy
- Andy's in a car accident when driving his truck
- they run into Luke when they go our somewhere for dinner
- Sam's sister calls and Andy picks up the phone
- Andy taking care of him and coddling him while on suspension
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Date: 2011-09-19 05:53 am (UTC)When she’s eight years old and Mel filches one of Bill’s porn mags, spreads it out on the kitchen table and makes Dana look—she believes then, badly. She hides in the downstairs bathroom, nose mashed up against the smelly guest soap she isn’t allowed to touch, and prays so hard she gives herself a headache. She spends all week worrying about hell—what it’s going to look like, if the dark of her closet is any comparison—but at Confession the priest seems bemused. He only makes her say three Hail Mary’s.
She believes a little easier then.
By the time med school rolls around, she doesn’t believe in much. Or, more specifically, her beliefs are restricted; secular. The central nervous system and endocrinology. Biomechanics.
Daniel Waterson.
(One night, when his wife and daughter are away visiting family, he takes her home with him. All the times before have been quick – in his office, against the bookshelf or in his chair, always between classes. Dana is forever sneaking into gross anatomy late, a mess of sticky fingers and aching thighs, her knees still shaking.
Now though, now they have time. He drags her through the front hall and up the stairs (Dana is left with only the briefest impressions of plush carpet and painted spindles), and dumps her on the bed. The bedspread is paisley. She can smell Mrs. Waterston’s perfume on the pillows the entire time he is going down on her.
Afterwards, he falls asleep almost immediately. Dana pads through the dark house on bare feet, peeking into rooms. There is peanut butter in the fridge and the shoes are lined up neatly in the closet. Mrs. Waterston uses ivory soap and Dana’s brand of tampons. When Dana leaves at five a.m., buttoning up her jeans and slipping out the door, she borrows one for the road.
She does not feel guilty.)
When she confesses that sin, nearly twenty years later, she’s told to think about what she’s done and pray to the Stations of the Cross until she thinks it’s been enough.
Mulder’s gone missing and she’s three months pregnant. It’s never enough.
And God remembered Rachel, and opened her womb.
After William, she doesn’t believe in anything.
After Mulder comes back from the dead, she believes so bright and hard it’s practically blasphemous (Mulder’s just a man; you shall have no other gods before me).
And after it’s all over—an unremarkable house, an unremarkable job—she believes quietly, only on Sundays and then just during Easter, Christmastime. Lapsed, Father McCue would say.
Scully likes to think she’s happy then.
December 22nd, 2012 dawns sunny and cold. Mulder has a shotgun and water purification tablets; around her neck, overtop of the cross, Scully has a pouch and two cyanide pills. She says the Our Father, and when she gets to the end—forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us—she tries to mean it. She does.
Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 10:38 am (UTC)*Hugs you for this* THANK YOU.
MCNALLY'S OBNOXIOUS NEON UNDERWEAR: OFFICIALLY CANON.
Date: 2011-09-19 04:22 pm (UTC)Re: AHAHA, THIS IS 110% NOTHING LIKE YOU ASKED FOR.
Date: 2011-09-19 06:10 pm (UTC)Fantastic!!!
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Date: 2011-09-19 06:47 pm (UTC)Umm. This is Sam in a nutshell. She just gets him all flustered all the time. He used to care so much about his work and now he's all -- Fuck it, where's Andy? She gets him all wound up and annoys the shit out of him but he loves her.
*sigh*
This couple just kills me and your fics only add to how much I love them.
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:11 pm (UTC)I especially love the "until she thinks it's been enough / it's never enough" bit, and After Mulder comes back from the dead, she believes so bright and hard it’s practically blasphemous, and the entire last section. Guh, especially the entire last section, which just took this prompt to a whole new level of chilling and awesome and, just, Scullyness.
Hopefully I haven't missed the train on this one, because if there's even a tiny chance a prompt of mine will get a response as wonderful as this one, I've got to try suggesting something. Okay, um:
Mulder:
Blindness or too much brightness can be
the same thing
Scully:
Once again he asks if I’m ready for more
though I’m old enough to know
this is the only life I have
Either:
I keep trying to believe in pain
because pain, so easily mystified, holds true
I've given three, simply because poetry prompts are trickier to fill than word prompts, so it seems only fair you get to choose one that works for you. All poetry snippets by Susan Musgrave.
Maybe I'm being pushy here, but um...any chance you want to name this snippetfic of yours? I think it's substantial enough to merit a name, and that way I'd have something to think of it by in my head, is all. *is hopeful*
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Date: 2011-09-19 09:50 pm (UTC)THANK YOU!
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Date: 2011-09-20 03:54 pm (UTC)IT WAS WAY TOO GOOD A DETAIL TO WASTE.
Date: 2011-09-20 04:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-20 04:02 pm (UTC)no subject
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