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

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

"Alan?" Robin calls, and he dries his hands on a dishtowel as he turns to her. She has one hand laid high on her belly and one bracing her back, and for a moment with the sun behind her she reminds him of Margaret, laughing and wincing forty-five years ago.

But Robin's hair and her profile and her narrow, proud smile are all her own, and as Alan reaches to pull out a chair for her his twinging hip reminds him how long ago that was. She settles into it gratefully, pushing the other chair out with her foot, so he sits facing her, and she reaches out to grasp his wrist.

He forgets sometimes how strong she is. He's reminded now as she tugs his hand over and sets it on her belly, saying, 'feel this.'

A little bump rises under his hand, a squirming ridge. Alan presses down and his grandchild presses back, not realizing he's holding his breath until his chest starts to tingle, and when he looks up Robin is smiling as brightly as he's ever seen her.

[gingicat]

Awwww!

I'm glad you remembered that pregnancy is painful, though. :)

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

*curtseys* And, I do try to pay attention. :)