Housework Meme: Results (Pt4)
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thisbluespiritDo you remember that housework meme? I hadn't forgotten, and I have typed up 3 more of the results. Although I think they're hardly cracky at all this time. One of them is even slightly shippy. Possibly two. Gosh. (From ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lolmac, sallymn and jjpor's prompts).
2. S&S – Silver/Sapphire/Steel: finding something lost in a cupboard. Fromlolmac (182 words) (And congratulations - I think this about the only type of housework that would come naturally to S&S! Well chosen. \o/)
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“It’s in here.” Sapphire opened the door to the large cupboard under the stairs. “I can feel it.”
Steel frowned into the darkness inside. Opening the door had, impossibly, not let in any light. “Where precisely, Sapphire?”
“I’m not sure – but this is the place. The object is inside – its influence is strong here.” Sapphire stretched out her hand towards the cupboard, her palm against the blackness, as if it were a tangible thing. “Silver?”
“You’re not asking me to go in there, are you?”
Steel turned around. There isn’t time for this, Silver.
You said you could easily identify the nature of the source. Sapphire smirked at Silver. Wasn’t that true?
Yes, but – Silver huffed, and then walked inside – and vanished into the black space within.
Steel stretched out a hand but touched nothing. “Silver?”
Steel. He’s… gone. We’ve lost him.
They looked at each other.
“Sapphire?” Steel said. There was the slightest trace of humour in his thought: I suppose we had better find him again.
She nodded, and held out a hand, and then they walked into the darkness together.
***
6. Doctor Who – Harry Sullivan/Sarah Jane Smith: washing windows. Fromsallymn (504 words)
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“I don’t think we should be doing this, you know,” said Harry.
Sarah turned her head. They were halfway up a high-rise block of flats in a window cleaner’s pulley, and she had just managed to prise the nearest window fully open with her finger-tips. “Well, it’s a bit late to change your mind now, Harry.”
“Yes, I know, but – I mean, I did try to say –”
Sarah gave him a bright smile. “I tell you what, Harry. You clean the window and I’ll do the breaking and entering.”
“Look, old girl, it’s not as if we even know the fellow’s guilty –”
“That’s why we’re breaking in,” she said, which was hard to disagree with. “And of course he is! Didn’t you see his face when the Brigadier mentioned the robbery? I’ll find something in here, don’t you worry. We’ll show him.”
“Sarah –”
“He’s probably behind the Doctor’s disappearance as well. We can’t stand here and do nothing, can we?”
Since there really was no point in arguing about it once they’d got this far, Harry nodded and waved the cloth. “Right, old thing. Jolly old window-cleaner, that’s me. You’d better hurry up. The real cleaner’s going to come back from his dinner break some time and then we’ll be in the soup.”
Sarah clambered in through the open window with a bit of help from him in getting over the ledge and keeping the contraption they were in steady. Probably, thought Harry, much, much too late to mention that he wasn’t all that keen on heights, either. Not when hanging off a building in a worrying thing like this, anyway.
Harry set about cleaning the window, and then glanced at his watch. It had taken about three minutes. He shrugged to himself, hoped very much that no one was watching and washed it again, several times over for what felt like at least two hours – but which his watch told him was only about fifteen minutes. At that point, Sarah at last poked her head out the window, and climbed out again.
“Got it,” she said, radiant with triumph, waving some sort of folder or envelope about wildly, and hugging him briefly as he helped her down. “Wait till we show this to the Brigadier!”
Harry nodded. “Good show,” he said. “Now let’s go.”
“Yes, let’s,” said Sarah. She paused, and glanced down. “Somehow I didn’t think about it on the way up… but it’s a long way to the ground, Harry.”
“Best not to look,” he advised.
She turned her attention to him instead, and then grinned. “Harry. All you had to do was clean one window. How did you manage to get that many soapsuds on your jacket?”
“Must have got a bit carried away,” said Harry as they descended.
“Honestly, Harry,” said Sarah, pulling a face. Then she gave him a short grin, and leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, yes. Thank you.”
“Let’s just get our feet back on the ground first, old girl,” said Harry.
***
12. Doctor Who – Ian Chesterton/Barbara Wright: dusting. Fromjjpor (175 words)
***
Sitting in the armchair and engrossed in his book, Ian was only vaguely aware of Barbara busying herself around the room with something – until he found himself being vigorously dusted without warning.
He pushed the cloth away. “Barbara!”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but, honestly, Ian, if you sit there any longer, you will start gathering dust.”
Ian raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. Makes a change, doesn’t it?”
Barbara perched on the arm of his chair. “I suppose it does.”
“But?” he prompted. “You’re hankering for a Dalek or two to liven things up?” He grinned at her and tugged her into the chair with him, causing her to laugh and flick the duster at him.
Barbara ruffled his hair. “No. Don’t even joke about it. However, I don’t see why that means you have to laze around here all day – we could at least go out for a walk.”
“Well,” said Ian and put the book down, “if it’s that or getting my nose polished, I suppose we’d better.”
***
lolmac, sallymn and jjpor's prompts). 2. S&S – Silver/Sapphire/Steel: finding something lost in a cupboard. From
lolmac (182 words) (And congratulations - I think this about the only type of housework that would come naturally to S&S! Well chosen. \o/)***
“It’s in here.” Sapphire opened the door to the large cupboard under the stairs. “I can feel it.”
Steel frowned into the darkness inside. Opening the door had, impossibly, not let in any light. “Where precisely, Sapphire?”
“I’m not sure – but this is the place. The object is inside – its influence is strong here.” Sapphire stretched out her hand towards the cupboard, her palm against the blackness, as if it were a tangible thing. “Silver?”
“You’re not asking me to go in there, are you?”
Steel turned around. There isn’t time for this, Silver.
You said you could easily identify the nature of the source. Sapphire smirked at Silver. Wasn’t that true?
Yes, but – Silver huffed, and then walked inside – and vanished into the black space within.
Steel stretched out a hand but touched nothing. “Silver?”
Steel. He’s… gone. We’ve lost him.
They looked at each other.
“Sapphire?” Steel said. There was the slightest trace of humour in his thought: I suppose we had better find him again.
She nodded, and held out a hand, and then they walked into the darkness together.
***
6. Doctor Who – Harry Sullivan/Sarah Jane Smith: washing windows. From
sallymn (504 words)***
“I don’t think we should be doing this, you know,” said Harry.
Sarah turned her head. They were halfway up a high-rise block of flats in a window cleaner’s pulley, and she had just managed to prise the nearest window fully open with her finger-tips. “Well, it’s a bit late to change your mind now, Harry.”
“Yes, I know, but – I mean, I did try to say –”
Sarah gave him a bright smile. “I tell you what, Harry. You clean the window and I’ll do the breaking and entering.”
“Look, old girl, it’s not as if we even know the fellow’s guilty –”
“That’s why we’re breaking in,” she said, which was hard to disagree with. “And of course he is! Didn’t you see his face when the Brigadier mentioned the robbery? I’ll find something in here, don’t you worry. We’ll show him.”
“Sarah –”
“He’s probably behind the Doctor’s disappearance as well. We can’t stand here and do nothing, can we?”
Since there really was no point in arguing about it once they’d got this far, Harry nodded and waved the cloth. “Right, old thing. Jolly old window-cleaner, that’s me. You’d better hurry up. The real cleaner’s going to come back from his dinner break some time and then we’ll be in the soup.”
Sarah clambered in through the open window with a bit of help from him in getting over the ledge and keeping the contraption they were in steady. Probably, thought Harry, much, much too late to mention that he wasn’t all that keen on heights, either. Not when hanging off a building in a worrying thing like this, anyway.
Harry set about cleaning the window, and then glanced at his watch. It had taken about three minutes. He shrugged to himself, hoped very much that no one was watching and washed it again, several times over for what felt like at least two hours – but which his watch told him was only about fifteen minutes. At that point, Sarah at last poked her head out the window, and climbed out again.
“Got it,” she said, radiant with triumph, waving some sort of folder or envelope about wildly, and hugging him briefly as he helped her down. “Wait till we show this to the Brigadier!”
Harry nodded. “Good show,” he said. “Now let’s go.”
“Yes, let’s,” said Sarah. She paused, and glanced down. “Somehow I didn’t think about it on the way up… but it’s a long way to the ground, Harry.”
“Best not to look,” he advised.
She turned her attention to him instead, and then grinned. “Harry. All you had to do was clean one window. How did you manage to get that many soapsuds on your jacket?”
“Must have got a bit carried away,” said Harry as they descended.
“Honestly, Harry,” said Sarah, pulling a face. Then she gave him a short grin, and leant forward and kissed him on the cheek. “Oh, yes. Thank you.”
“Let’s just get our feet back on the ground first, old girl,” said Harry.
***
12. Doctor Who – Ian Chesterton/Barbara Wright: dusting. From
jjpor (175 words)***
Sitting in the armchair and engrossed in his book, Ian was only vaguely aware of Barbara busying herself around the room with something – until he found himself being vigorously dusted without warning.
He pushed the cloth away. “Barbara!”
“I’m sorry,” she said, “but, honestly, Ian, if you sit there any longer, you will start gathering dust.”
Ian raised an eyebrow at her. “I’m enjoying the peace and quiet. Makes a change, doesn’t it?”
Barbara perched on the arm of his chair. “I suppose it does.”
“But?” he prompted. “You’re hankering for a Dalek or two to liven things up?” He grinned at her and tugged her into the chair with him, causing her to laugh and flick the duster at him.
Barbara ruffled his hair. “No. Don’t even joke about it. However, I don’t see why that means you have to laze around here all day – we could at least go out for a walk.”
“Well,” said Ian and put the book down, “if it’s that or getting my nose polished, I suppose we’d better.”
***
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:12 am (UTC)How did you manage to get hat many soapsuds on your jacket?
Think you mean "that" not "hat"?
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Date: 2012-09-03 11:25 am (UTC)... or perhaps that isn't because of the vertigo ;-)
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:47 pm (UTC)*HUGS*
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:50 pm (UTC)Thank you. :-)
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Date: 2012-09-03 06:52 pm (UTC)And, yes, whoops - I'll go and correct that. :-)
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Date: 2012-09-04 06:42 pm (UTC)And these were definitely domestic, what with the housework theme...
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