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

[ninhursag.livejournal.com]

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

The title for that was "The Last World's Past", right?

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

Gaila jerks awake to darkness and quiet and her own soft bed. No rough floor, no jeering shouts, no bruising, pummeling hands all over her, no bright spotlight searing her eyes. It was just a memory, just a dream.

She can't breathe, but there's air to be had, and the only people she smells on it are herself and Jim. She draws a deep breath and blows it out, and only then hears another person breathing with her. She opens her eyes, murmuring, "Computer, lights."

"Ow," Jim says.

Gaila blinks at him as her eyes adjust. He's sitting beside her, one leg folded underneath him, one off the bed, just far enough away to give her a little space without looking like he's going anywhere.

He didn't go anywhere.

"Why are you here?" Gaila asks, sitting up, too surprised to be anything but blunt, and he gives her a smile that would've earned him tips and trinkets if he'd been where she was, before.

She's not there now, it was just a dream, and Jim's still here. "You know you talk in your sleep, right?"

He doesn't look annoyed, but she says, "I'm sorry," anyway. "Did I wake you?"

Jim shrugs handsomely, waving it off. "Nah, it doesn't matter. I just... I thought you might like some company when you woke up." He shrugs again, bouncing his foot against the floor. "But I can go if you don't."

Gaila doesn't want to be alone with just her memories, and Jim's proven himself to be pretty good company. "Get back in bed," she tells him, and watches his smile spread up to his eyes.

Re: The title for that was "The Last World's Past", right?

[ninhursag.livejournal.com]

♥!!!! 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,

Re: The title for that was "The Last World's Past", right?

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

How could I resist writing this? And I believe in an emotionally fluent Jim -- only someone good at reading people could annoy them so effectively. *grin*

Re: The title for that was "The Last World's Past", right?

[secretsolitaire.livejournal.com]

Gorgeous. *loves Jim*

Re: The title for that was "The Last World's Past", right?

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

I have to say, I have ADORED this calvacade of comments from you. :D