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

[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).

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

So there's this: http://rubynye.livejournal.com/472330.html?thread=6502154#t6502154

And also this.

The first thing Leah hears, when she claws her way to wakefulness, is, "Especially for a doctor, you can be really fucking dumb sometimes," in Kirk's 'pleasantly annoyed' tone of voice.

She takes a breath, and her chest immediately ejects it in a racking cough. She blinks open gummy eyes, and Kirk's sitting beside her biobed, legs crossed, a cup in his hand. "Wha'," is all she manages before she's coughing again, her chest feeling like steel bands are tightening around it.

Kirk waits, apparently patiently, until Leah rasps to a stop. As she gasps for air, the tightness easing off, he gently -- gently, she can't believe it -- pushes her hair back from her face, cupping her cheek. "Here," he says, and feeds her a piece of ice. It slips between her dry lips like a cool blessing, melting into a little puddle of peace on her sore tongue. Kirk feeds her another, and a third, and the whole time he just cradles her face, long calloused fingers shockingly light on her skin.

Just when she thinks regretfully that she should refuse the next ice chip, give her system a few minutes to catch up, Kirk pats her cheek lightly and says, "That should hold you for now." He looks at her a moment more, intently enough to make her prickle towards goosebumps, rising electricity like an approaching storm.

Then his face hardens, blue eyes going glacial, and Kirk furious will never not render Leah trembling, her guts tensely knotting. "The next time," he tells her, fingers curved to her cheek, thumb laid on her bottom lip, "you get so much as a sniffle, you will log your reports and remove yourself from duty. You will not continue working as your condition worsens, you will not collapse where you won't be found for over an hour, and you will not fucking nearly die." Leah's lip pushes against Kirk's thumb, she can't help trying to answer that, and he presses his thumb down hard across both her lips, holding her mouth shut. "I do not care how many casualties there are, what staff there aren't. You don't die unless I tell you to. That's an order, Bones."

He gives her just enough space to nod, so she does. He presses down on her mouth for another long moment as he starea into her face, then eases off.

Leah takes a slow breath, her sides twinging, and another, and a third. Only then does she ask, "What do you want with me? Sir."

Kirk barks a laugh, and gives her that wide bright smile of his, that looks to people who don't know him like sunniness and charm. "You're my favorite," he tells her, patting her cheek. "You don't go anywhere. Now get better already. Little Tiernan is trying her best, but she's just not you."

Leah can feel the growing tickle in the back of her throat, her eyelids getting heavier, so she just snorts and rolls her eyes. Kirk pinches her cheek as he withdraws his hand, smirks at her and stands up.

[graceandfire.livejournal.com]

I love your writing so MUCH. All of these are just precious gems and you have totally made my day with them!

From Uhura and Kirk and Spock in Vegas to the amazing glimpses into your Leah verse...I love the way you can portray Kirk as so changeable and dangerous, the gentleness always temporary and masking (as so clearly shown with what he does to Rand) something terrible.

If you can't tell, I think you're amazing :)

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Well I think you're amazing, so there we are. :D I'm so glad you're enjoying my memetic burblings! And this one specifically, I always wanted to write a scene where Kirk tells Leah she's not allowed to die. It's just so him. So thank you for that opportunity!