The Five-Minute Warning Meme

[browngirl]

I feel a bit guilty about posting this, as I haven't managed to write for it myself, but hey, I guess it can be seen as practice for oxoniensis's upcoming Porn Battle. So, as seen in introductory, sharpestscalpel, and tahariel's journals:

The Five-Minute Warning: A multi-fandom fic challenge

Rules:

1. Clear your schedule for (at least) five minutes.
3. Then look under the cut tag, where you will find ten prompts, all of which are song titles (selected at random from my iTunes)
4. Choose one of the prompts, and - using any appropriate fandom/character[s] (meaning ones you know I enjoy) - write.
5. Reply with your teeny weeny story in the comments to this post.
6. Repost this in your journal and make your friends write for you!



The next ten songs in my random shuffle are:
1) Lady Madonna (Beatles)
2) Barrett's Privateers (Stan Rogers)
3) Paint it Black (VersaEmerge cover)
4) Video Killed the Radio Star (Pentatonix cover)
5) Who Needs Sleep? (Barenaked Ladies)
6) Eyes on the Prize (Mavis Staples)
7) Jack Daw (Avalon Rising)
8) Ebay (Weird Al)
9) Fortunate Son (Dropkick Murphys cover)
10) Starlight (UNC Achordants cover)

Comments

GODDAMN THEM ALL

[seanchaidh.livejournal.com]

His lifepod was hauled into the starship's bay with painstaking accuracy, and Leonard huddled in his seat, clutching his side, with the reluctance that he could do no more. Whatever happened, this was it.

He was the last of the Enterprise.

The pain in his side only slightly drowned out the pain in his heart, and he clenched his eyes shut, trying to will himself to bury the tears that wanted to swell past his lashes. There would be a time to mourn, but right now, he had to face what was coming.

The time finally came where the pod lay on the ship's deck -- the Halifax, he saw, from the other shuttles sitting in the hangar -- and there was a security team plus a pair of command personnel, their shirts bright gold in the overhead lights, blurring past the tears that again wanted to emerge.

Blinking past them, Leonard eased himself up and moved carefully to the door. It opened with a touch, and he found himself facing four drawn phasers, and two stern faces.

Goddamn them all, anyway.

"I'm Captain Rogers of the Halifax," the captain introduced himself. "You're under arrest for privateering; identify yourself."

Doing his best to stand up straight, knowing the bleeding had started again, Leonard tried for a clear voice. "My name is Leonard McCoy, and as far as I know, I'm the last of Jim Kirk's privateers."

(Get it? Broken man on a Halifax pier? Tee hee!)

Re: GODDAMN THEM ALL

[joyshine.livejournal.com]

...I love/admire/respect you SO DAMN MUCH right now. This is the best EVAR.

[canis-takahari.livejournal.com]

SDKFJSDFKLSJD WHAT EVEN ARE YOU, S.

GODDAMN THEM ALL, I WAS TOLD, WE'D CRUISE THE SEAS FOR AMERICAN GOLD~

[seanchaidh.livejournal.com]

"Damn it, Jim, what do you mean we're not cruising the seas for American gold?"

:)

Re: GODDAMN THEM ALL

[rubynye.livejournal.com]

OMG YES AND YES AND ALSO YES. Imagine me leaning through the computer to HUG YOU for the perfection and awesomeness of this! And for writing for me!

Re: GODDAMN THEM ALL

[seanchaidh.livejournal.com]

You are welcome. :)