Middle Night Excerpt Meme

[browngirl]

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.

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

Comments

[mardia.livejournal.com]

The one where Leah McCoy and Nyota Uhura had a conversation that lasted for more than two seconds. (Mirrorverse, please.)

[azephirin.livejournal.com]

The one where Kirk, Spock, and Uhura get married in Vegas (or the equivalent).

[libitina]

I loved the one where Uhura showed Spock Prime just what he was missing in his universe. I especially liked how squirmy and hot that made nuSpock feel and how that deepened their relationship, too.

[spikeface.livejournal.com]

The one where Leah tries to make a friend (I really want it to be Rand, but your choice), and Kirk finds out.

[spikeface.livejournal.com]

Ooh! *tracks*

[spikeface.livejournal.com]

That was Mirrorverse, in case you didn't guess from the context -- and that it was me requesting, I suppose. ;-)

[graceandfire.livejournal.com]

Oh dear, we're giving you a lot of Mirror Verse Leah ones but...The one where Kirk makes Leah laugh in spite of herself (or the one where Leah's sick and Kirk is kind of nice to her--because, y'know, it's no fun being a bastard when she can't really appreciate it).

[rodneyscat.livejournal.com]

The one where Hikaru is helplessly proud of Pavel.

[ninhursag.livejournal.com]

The one where Gaila had a nightmare and Jim surprised her.

[dreamflower]

The one where Rosie Cotton saved Marigold Gamgee from an unpleasant encounter with a Ruffian only a few days before Sam got home...

[lazar-grrl.livejournal.com]

The one where Pike and Kirk set up Number One and Gaila, because life is short and they want them to be happy (and because Kirk thinks it would be incredibly hot. What? Just because he's with Chris doesn't mean he doesn't have eyes.)

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

The one where Jim brings Bones flowers.

[starsandgraces]

The one where Kirk and Sulu get drunk and argue about comics.

[anodyna.livejournal.com]

The one where Spock has to babysit a bunch of 5 year old Vulcans, and he takes them on a field trip. I laugh every time I think about that one!

[savvierthanu.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh! Am I too late? Well, just in case I'm not:

The one where McCoy and Pike sit around getting drunk while complaining about Jim. Or maybe complain about Jim while getting drunk. And then they make out.

[lomedet.livejournal.com]

*bounces excitedly*

[jamjar.livejournal.com]

The one where there were Kirk has the genderswitch trait, the ability to switch genders, something unusual but not unknown on Earth.

And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Pike is rightning his arms around Winona's waist, sinking into the silky wetness of her mouth, when she shuts her bright-hard teeth on his bottom lip and rears back on a sharp shocked noise. "Holy shit," she gasps as he struggles to make his willful fingers pry loose, "you taste the fucking same."

Pike opens his mouth, bottom lip throbbing hot against his cool indrawn breath, but it takes a moment to sift through his spinning brain for adequate words. Meanwhile he braces his hands on her supple waist -- with Winona sitting on his lap, that's all the compromise his eager fingers will grant his conscience -- and eventually produces, "I don't recall previously being so fortunate as to kiss you."

Winona laughs, bright and high and eerily familiar. "Flatterer," she snickers, her grin shining sharp above his upturned face. "No, I just had this dream once, you and me and George--"

And the memory slams into him, knocking away his years and accomplishments and scars. "-- Observation deck of the Kelvin, I never actually went aboard but it was absolutely real--" Her eyes widen, concentric white, ocean blue, sky black. "You were so real."

"George was so real," Winona murmurs, her lips pink and creased and moving low in his sight, below her shocked eyes as they stare at each other.

Pike knows his must be just as wide, can feel his eyebrows trying to launch; they were mourning the same man in their very different ways, it's reasonable they would have dreams on similar themes, but that doesn't explain this strange familiarity, how he could almost chart a quarter century of minute changes against a memory he shouldn't credit of Winona in his arms.

Winona swallows, firming her grip as she slides her hands down over his biceps, as if comparing him to her own impossible memories. "Nine months after?" she asks fiercely, as if they could possibly have dreamed simultaneously.

They did. Pike cannot believe it, he triple-checks his own remembered timeline of that crazy transformative year, but it adds up until he has to nod. "I was doing outlines on the dissertation."

"Jim was such a fussy little bad sleeper." Winona shakes her head, silvery-blonde hair tumbling from the bun he wrecked in his eagerness. "I -- fuck it, I'm too sober for this." She grabs for the bottle and upends it in a piratical swig that reminds Pike with helpless incongruity of her son even as her arched back pushes her bobbing breasts into his face.

It's not the first time a Kirk's brought him an impossible truth, and if Jim manages to survive these five years it's unlikely to be the last. Pike nuzzles Winona and she splutters a laugh, swinging the bottle down past his ear as she grips his head with strong fingers, and Pike gives in to the scho of memory as she tips his head back, licks liquid flame off her cheek and sighs when she growls as she kisses him.

Because I just got done with a serious genderswap: a little crack.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Leonard looks up into the mirror and drops his beard suppressor, which promptly disintegrates all over the sink. He can barely notice the spray of small electronic shards against his bare chest and abdomen, not when he's staring at the reflection of a tall blonde woman with an ear-to-ear grin of shining mischief below sparking blue eyes he'd know anywhere and above a long sleek neck and gracefully slanted collarbones.

He turns around, and his jaw falls like the shaver, because she's got breasts like ripe swells of joy and sweeping curves to kill for, long hands planted on her wide hips above long sleek sturdy legs. She looks three-dimensional and tactile and too goddamn hot for a tired doctor to deal with on an ordinary underslept morning.

And she's Jim, Leonard knows it, even before she crosses the bathroom in two long hip-swinging, breast-bouncing strides to slide one finger under his jaw and shut his mouth. "Good morning to you too, Bones," Jim says with perfectly familiar obnoxious cheer, and smacks his shoulder as bruisingly as ever. "Guess I don't need to ask if you like it."

Re: And a quarter-century timestamp on "Light, Inaccessible"

[gingicat]

Yes!

[gingicat]

Okay, I'm greedy, but...

The one where Alan meets his first grandchild. Which one of his daughters-in-law have the first child is up to you.

(And yes, that's a spoiler for the season finale, in that there are two daughters in law.)

[magickalmolly.livejournal.com]

AHAHAHAHAAA! *squeals in glee* This fandom is making me like genderswapping like nothing else.

Oh Jim, you hot wench.

O prompt of glory!

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

"Of course, CMO on the Enterprise is an extremely enviable position," Lieutenant Uhura replies, which is entirely the wrong goddamn concession; Leah nods curtly and manages to resist the irritated impulse to blurt exactly how unenviable she's found it, but she can't keep her tightly pressed lips from curling, or hide her scowl by bending a little closer over Uhura's extended forearm. The Lieutenant just smiles serenely, and Leah swallows hard over the unsettled slosh in her belly and concentrates a moment on sealing the dermal layers back together as seamlessly as possible, taking refuge in the professional pride Uhura says she so admires.

By the time there's only the epidermis left to regenerate, the silence has started to congeal around them. For her, for this ship, Uhura is being downright friendly, so Leah searches for a polite friendly lie and rummages up, "It's an honor. I'm just trying to do my best."

"Which we all appreciate." Leah glances up from the fading red line along Uhura's forearm, and she's still wearing that little Mona Lisa moue, even more fucking terrifying than her usual icy stare. "As does the Empire." A chill pours down Leah's spine but she manages not to let herself shiver, and reminds herself in her mother's distant voice to be polite, goddammit, when for once Uhura's actually speaking to her like a human being for the length of an entire conversation.

Leah pulls her stiff face into an unfamiliar-feeling smile. "Thank you, Lieutenant."

Uhura inclines her head, her smile widening in return as she adds, "Even the best position can be improved, though. Lightened duties, increased security..." She modulates the last word almost like a song, letting it fade in the air between them as she slips from the biobed, graceful as a cat, and flexes her arm as she looks over the repair. "Think about it, Doctor. And, thank you."

Leah nods acknowledgement and dismissal, her belly frankly rolling with unease as she watches Uhura stride away, then turns back to her wound repair kit. Something is off, above and beyond Lieutenant Uhura having a chatty moment, and as Leah's hands move through the familiar motions of clearing and packing up the kit she tries to make herself think through her persistent exhaustion, through the goddamned useless adrenaline surge roaring down her veins.

Then she gets it, and the feverish unease instantly chills to outright fear, cold sweat down the back of Leah's neck. Uhura was feeling her out, probing her loyalties. Determining who the CMO would side with if the Captain is taken down.

Or at least letting Leah think so, so she'll run right to Kirk and blab as much, playing into some further game she can't even fathom yet. Leah grips the edge of the biobed, tells herself she can't have a drink, and allows herself a moment to shake.

[joyshine.livejournal.com]

I really, absolutely adore the one where Character A realizes that one of the most wonderful things about Character B and PossiblyCharacter C is that they can take whatever s/he can dish out - no matter how much s/he struggles, they'll still be holding her. That her passion/needs/fears won't break them or scare them. That s/he doesn't have to be afraid to let go, with them.

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Oh, God, that's so flippin' cute, and I really think I am utterly unequal to the task.