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Middle Night Excerpt Meme

I was going to wait on this for... no good reason, really. (If it's not a good reason at 1:35 AM it's not a good reason. The inverse, however, is not true.) Henceforth: Snagged from

emiime, including her addendum.

Tell me about a story I never wrote, (eg, "The one where Chris Pike and Winona Kirk discover they had the same dream about George*.") and I'll write you a snippet from it. ETA my addition: from the rough draft. I contemplated writing these all and letting them sit a couple weeks like I usually do, and decided against it.

Snippets will be 100-500 words.

Rules:
1. One per person, please.
2. AUs and mirror!verse fics are okay.
3. As usual, het, slash, femmeslash, gen requests are all okay.
4. Your request should begin: "The one where..."

Standard rules apply, if you need to know if I know a fandom, just give me a shout and I'll let you know!

If you want something else, ask me about it, or just request it. If I'm not familiar with the fandom/characters you request, I'll ask you to prompt again!

Emi's addition: I make no guarantees that I will get to, or be inspired by, each and every prompt. But I'll try! ETA: Whee, okay, I really have enough now, thanks. ETAA: More polished versions here.

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lomedet and

tigerbright, this one's for you. Don't let me forget to include the making out.

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Never too late, brighteyes. :) Though I fear you remember just a smidge optimistically.

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Chris's laughter is the absolute cherry on George's sundae, his victory hymn for this mighty accomplishment. As Chris gasps and wheezes, doubling over until he nearly bangs his forehead on the float pallet, George thrusts his arms over his head, turning in a slow circle as he surveys the entirety of Tucker Hall's seating laid out in neat, precise rows on the lawn, every chair and bench its horizontal distance from the lectern beside him down to the cm. Allowing for the uncertainty of grass, that's pretty good.

George whoops into the sleeping-or-studying night air, which makes Chris emit a choking kind of panicky noise; before he can start worrying again, or swallow his own tongue, George trots three steps and pats Chris on the shoulder. "Behold our valor, Pike! Our mighty accomplishment!" Chris merely hiccups out a doubtful noise. "We shall tell this tale in many a party and bar, from this night until the ending of the world!" Chris giggles, sharp and high and downright sweet. "Cadets and ensigns now abed will think themselves thrice-damned they were not here!" Chris falls onto his ass, howling with laughter, and this is more fun than George's had while dressed in months. "And hold their hijinks cheap while any speaks who dissasembled Tucker Hall on this completely random day!"

Rolling around, holding his belly, Chris tips his head against George's thigh. His curly-haired, solid, laughter-vibrating head. George hears himself make a little throat-closing noise of his own, and Chris looks up, along the plane of George's thigh, his laughter-crinkled eyes going wide and pale as the Moon above them.

George looks down at Chris through the sudden silence, his heart clanging like a bell. He thought he thought of Chris like a kid brother, a bundle of potential fun just needing to be pried from his studious shell. But Chris stares up at him, lips softly parted, cheek against his thigh, and he doesn't look like a little brother now.

A wisp of evening breeze brings them the distant sound of a security hovercar. Chris's eyes go impossibly round, white all round his shining irises, but he doesn't move. George should, and can't.

Much nearer, someone coughs, and snickers. George knows that snicker. He turns, and Winona stands at the other end of the West Aisle, clearly, clearly keeping herself from laughing. She's been teasing George about Chris's supposed crush for months, and now she's going to be absolutely, gorgeously insufferable.

"Win!" George calls, waving, as Chris scrambles back like George's leg just burned him. "Here to witness our great deed?"

"Here to save you from Security, you decorative dolt," she says, sauntering down the path, moonlight shining on her hair. George takes a breath and a moment to consider how lucky he is, then turns and grabs Chris's arm before he can escape. Chris sets his mouth in a flat line that's going to be formidable someday, George can already see it, and George just grins at him until he, if not quite relaxes, stops tugging away.

Winona arrives, tucking herself under George's arm. "Winona, hi," Chris says nervously, and when she smiles at him he actually does relax.

Then she raps George's shoulderblade with her knuckles. "Would you move already? Or are you waiting to get caught? Because if you are I'm grabbing Pike and making a break for it."

"Not until you tell me if you really think I'm pretty," George says, because by the engine noise and their customary velocity security's at least thirty-five seconds away.

"I think you're lucky you are," Winona says, and pinches George's ass. He yelps and jumps obligingly, and Chris shakes his head as he helplessly starts laughing again.

Edited 2010-03-24 18:29 (UTC)

*beams* Oh, this is a very nice confidence booster after my recent writing travails. And it's a delight to hear so from you, o creator of amazingnesses (don't think I didn't see what you've posted recently).

Yes, yes, yes! I hadn't thought of it like this, Hikaru being literally helpless, but lord it works beautifully! Especially since this bad situation gets a good ending. And how I love Pavel bellowing his threats?!

Thank you! ♥

This looks like it would be a romp and a half.

The scene I'll write from it, if I get a chance, would be Winona and Gaila, getting somberly drunk and trading their personal experiences of the Narada. If I get a chance I'll try to come back and write it, and at the least I've noted down the idea.

I have been considering this one, with great glee, since you posted it, but all I keep seeing is just the static image of Pike laughing and leaning in as McCoy gesticulates with his non-beer-bottle-holding hand. It's a *gorgeous* image, but I can't quite hear the dialogue!

If I manage to hear the dialogue, I will totally transcribe it.

And what pretty imaginary fanart it is! And I can't help but think that McCoy is begrudgingly smiling himself. Mmm.

If the dialogue ever comes I will be ecstatic, but that image is more than enough to tide me over forever.

Oh, I just adore how clever and brave your hobbits are, and most especially your Rosie! Lovely, lovely hobbits!

Thank you, dear!

OKOK, maybe I remembered optimistically, but if so, then you remembered much better than I did :D

They are so beautiful!!

"And hold their hijinks cheap while any speaks who dissasembled Tucker Hall on this completely random day!"

Abuse of Shakespeare, whatever, GEORGE. (I was probably every bit as smitten and laughter-wracked as Chris, at this point.)

"I think you're lucky you are," Winona says, and pinches George's ass.

Loooooooooove.

*breaks out a new package of heart&star stickers JUST FOR THIS SNIPPET*

Thanks!

♥!!!! Oh Gaila! And this is just... I don't know why, but I love it when Jim is emotionally fluent and knows just what to do,

omg, this is so intense!!!! Oh, Ruby, you still bring it when it comes to Troubles fic!!! :))) *hugs hugs*

The one where Frodo runs away with Halbarad...:)

Leonard's halfway through the second paragraph of the immunoassay evaluation when his attention jerks abruptly away from the discussion of colloidal gold vs. fluorescence to the fruity tones of a deliberately charming Jim Kirk. He can hear feminine giggles but not what Jim's saying, which is just as well; he really should finish this and decide on a design for the mass-produced assay before he lets himself take a dinner break. Which he told Jim. Three times.

Leonard's eyes unfocus a moment, remembering the third time, when Jim pushed his legs apart and knelr between them like he was making a goddamn marriage proposal. "But Bo-ones," he whined like the infant he is, "I'll miss you if you don't go!" And he'd smiled, that fucking gorgeous smile, until it took all Leonard's willpower to push Jim away (from between his legs, God lend him the strength he needs to deal with the kid) and shoo him away while Leonard finished this.

The giggles die away, the front door opens and shuts. But something's not quite right, the hair prickling on the back of Leonard's neck. He stops breathing, and hears someone else's stealthy inhale, the slight creak of a bootsole bending. "Dammit, Jim--" he shouts as he spins his chair--

-- and bites down on the rest of his tirade, as he's confronted by Jim and three bright-skinned, giggling girls with tumbling black hair and dressed cheerfully if sparingly in wisps of cloth. The tallest leans her pastel purple cheek against Jim's shoulder, while the bright fluorescent pink and shimmeringly opalescent blue girls advance on Leonard and plump themselves into his lap. "Hello-oo, Dr. McCoy," all three coo in unison, and Leonard can already feel his cheeks welling with hot blood.

"So, Bones," says Jim, insufferable as always, "Viola, Fuchsia, and Trillium here said they absolutely couldn't have dinner with even a starship captain until they'd met the physician responsible for keeping us all intact and healthy." The girls bounce a little on Leonard's lap, and they smell floral too, and sweet, and absolutely appetizing. "What do you think of him, girls?"

"Oh, he's so handsome!" says the blue one, messing up his hair.

"Such strong hands!" says the pink one, stroking his fingers.

"He absolutely must dine with us," says Jim's purple one, wiggling a little as Jim tightens his arm around her waist.

"Well, there you have it, Bones." Jim holds out his free hand. "After all, you're not going to disappoint these ladies, are you?"

Edited 2010-03-25 17:29 (UTC)

I really love all of these snippets you've been posting, although snippets is probably too small a word for these considering the punch they pack. Leah is amazing but what I expect: strong, exhausted, isolated and a good person despite that. It's Kirk that drives me crazy. I think I'd die if you ever did a fic from his POV, but figuring him out is such torture that I also don't want to give it up.

He's such a classic abuser, so human in that way, and maybe it's just that I don't understand those people either. I keep looking for flickers of humanity somewhere, and at first they seem like they're there to be found: the hand held out for hers, the kiss over her bruise, feeding her ice chips oh so gently. But there's something cold about this Kirk, that keeps Leah's fear so real. Other people have written mKirk as a man who's violent because he loves with no morals or boundaries, and he's frightening but strangely romantic in his obsession. Your Kirk... I think nuKirk loves, other mKirks obsess, and your Kirk just possesses. A Quaking Star has Kirk comparing Leah to the ship, and I think that's probably apt. He'll take her into port when she needs fixing, grin until he glows at her undercarriage, and drag her through Klingon fire without a second thought.

Ok, this got a bit rambly. In short: your Kirk frightens me, and I doubt I'll ever understand him, and I love that.

The tension is so taut in this, I felt as though I was holding my breath. Clever hobbit lasses.

*claps in delight* Oh, this is so fun! Poor Bones -- after mustering up all his willpower to get rid of Jim and his pretty smile the first time, somehow I don't think he's going to manage it again with four hopelessly pretty people working on him. ;-)

And such a creative bunch of flowers for Jim to come up with! I love that image of all these girls draping themselves over Bones and messing up his hair while he turns bright red. ♥♥

Thank you!

And they are:

Jim can't sleep despite the 'righteous dicking' he just got from Pike. Chris. Pike <-- brief digression on calling him Pike internally vs remembering to say Chris

Thinking. One, flight, freedom, Gaila. Meanwhile, squirmy, pillow under head, Chris's arm heavy over his waist, Pike growls at him for wiggling. Jim forcibly stills, Chris starts snoring, Jim thinks about One and Gaila. About One/Gaila. [Stereotypical fauxbian porn but not too awful since we should laugh at Jim, not hate him.] Starts getting hard.

Turns onto back and pokes Pike. 'I just had the most awesome idea.' Pike grunts. 'We should introduce One and Gaila.' Pike grumbles intriguedly. 'They would be SO HOT.' Annoying cute 'wake up and fuck me' Jim. Pike makes some pointed comment about insatiable pretty idiots who won't go to sleep [figure out Pikish phrasing -- c/f Leftarrow] and pets and kisses him.

"You know who else doesn't believe in the no-win scenario?" Jim rears up out of his seat and slams his hand down on the table.

The glasses tremble. Hikaru doesn't, slumped backwards in his chair, moving nothing but his face. "Besides an idiot-savant pretty boy captain?"

"Hence the else." Jim leans over the table, trying to supplement his loom with captainly gravity. This is important. "And you're one to talk about pretty boys, Hi-karu-karu-karu."

Hikaru rolls his eyes, swatting Jim's hand away from his hair before Jim even realizes he's reaching. "So, enlighten me about your fellow sufferer of delus-z-" He gets a little tangled up for a second, and the z-shaped 's' he stutters makes Jim giggle.

The way he crosses his eyes as if he could see his own tongue makes Jim roar with laughter and collapse across the table. "Batman!" he gasps out, his ribs aching. "Batman, Batman doesn't believe in the no-win. Batman has a plan for everything."

"Batman nothing," Hikaru scoffs, flourishing the glass in his hand. "Superman can knock him into orbit with one punch."

A woefully colorless sheen slops across its base, so Jim manfully ignores that base and untrue statement, for the moment. "Hey, you're empty," he says, grabbing the bottle and gesturing with it. Hikaru's eyes open up wide, dark and intriguing and okay alcohol tends to make Jim kind of horny, but this is an important discussion they're having. He fills Hikaru's glass, spilling only a drop or fifteen, and gives his a top-up slosh, puts the bottle down as carefully as Bones could ever wish him to, and says, "Also, you are wrong. Wrongity wrong. With wrong sauce. And a wrong cherry. A cherry so wrong it can't even be popped."

Hikaru squinches his face into a moue. "You're drunk, Captain," he informs Jim rather primly, then knocks his glass back. No wonder it keeps being empty. His throat bobs kind of biteably, but Jim gets twin sinking feelings, that if he tried it that might be some kind of bad that ended up with Hikaru kicking his ass or demanding a transfer or both, and that if he tries to move he'll fall off the table and maybe out the viewport.

So he just grips the table with his free hand and says, "Yeah, so? I'm still Jim and you're still wrong. Batman could take Superman any day. He could totally make Supes his bitch anytime he likes. He's got plans."

"And Superman can fly," Hikaru counters; then his face smooths out as he murmurs, "fly," again, and he looks all dreamy and reverent, like he does sometimes at the helm. Jim wonders if he looks like that other times too, and makes a mental note to get Checkers all liquored up and ask sometime. And another not to call his wunderkind navigator 'Checkers' to his face.

Hikaru's eyes refocus into a sharp glare, and Jim realizes he's been caught staring. What was the last thing he said? Flying, yeah. "So?" he counters, good and truculently. "Batman can fly, too-ooo." Hikaru narrows his eyes into sharp slivers of suspicion. "His cape can become a -- a glidey thing. I saw it once."

Hikaru actually growls, which is so hot Jim might have just moaned a little, maybe. Hikaru doesn't notice, since he's too busy slamming himself to his feet, swaying somewhere between a wobble and a dance. "That's not the same at all!" he cries, launching himself at Jim. The table goes over with a giant resounding crash.

By the time Chekov and Bones come running in, suspiciously soon afterwards, Jim and Hikaru have dragged each other from the wreckage and are laughing on the floor, wrapped in each other's arms.

Edited 2010-03-26 01:35 (UTC)

O, Claudia, j'adore. *grins*

Would it be all right if it were a temporary running-off, an extended tromp through the woods? I'm not going to write this right now, but I'm thinking about it for the next time I do a silly ficlet meme.

Oh god, yesssss. :D And this was so awesome I almost commented with the wrong journal! Eeeee. :D

Go Pavel! *cheers*

Gorgeous. *loves Jim*

This is hilarious.

"Breasts like ripe swells of joy," what an awesome line! This Jim sounds delish. ;-)

White Collar! *flails a little*

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Middle Night Excerpt Meme

Warning: Abuse of Shakespeare, multiple edits

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Alas, I only have my notes for that scene

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