Drabble memes
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thisbluespiritThe first few (not necessarily in order, though - sorry!):
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pitry:
Screwdriver
Doctor Who: Tegan, Romana I
(The cattle feed line is a ref to the BFA The Gathering, but ignore it if it bothers you. I would.)
*
She walks in, dressed like the White Queen. No way is she after cattle feed.
“I’m Romana,” she says, posh and smiling. “Do you have a screwdriver?”
Tegan shrugs. “Normal, sonic – or the sort you drink?”
She considers her flippant words with unwonted seriousness. “Non-sonic, please. And how could you drink a screwdriver?”
Now she’s caught her attention.
“I’ll show you,” says Tegan with a glint in her eye. They leave, and talk of stars and planets – and the infuriating habits of someone who never seems to notice them.
The truth is, she’s not much interested in cattle feed, either.
***
Forprimsong:
Job Satisfaction
Prim asked for a bit of Benton, so here we are:
*
They save the world. It’s what they do.
The Doctor’s a genius, beats their enemies.
He makes the tea; clears up the mess.
The Brig’s in charge, keeps his nerve and shoots to kill; the Captain his right-hand man.
He fires at will, when ordered.
And the Doctor’s girls: Miss Shaw, smarter than Einstein; Miss Grant, never fazed by locks, Miss Smith hunting the truth with charm and stubbornness.
He mans the desk and listens to the radio.
Once in a while he gets to punch a General. It’s not so bad.
They save the world. It’s what they do.
***
Forparanoidangel42:
Outmanoeuvred
Sarah Jane Smith (DW), Harry Pearce (Spooks)
(I imagine this taking place at some point in the 1980s).
*
“You’re trying to put me off,” said Sarah. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. And if you want to pass as a reporter, stay away from the genuine article.”
The blond, almost cherubic man smiled. “You’re very observant, Miss Smith. But I’m not here to mislead you.”
“Oh, really? You don’t want anyone to know about this affair, so you’ll hide it under the carpet. People have a right to know -.”
“Quite,” he said. “The truth? I think you should be the one to write it. It’s not what it seems. Coffee?”
He’d outfoxed her somehow. She glared, but followed.
***
Forpersiflage_1:
Burned
Hex Scholfield/Martha Jones (From an AU where Hex ended up at Torchwood. Don't ask.)
*
It had taken all her considerable skills to get the mess cleared up, the room as much as its equally singed occupant who was now looking sheepish and fidgeting under her attention.
“I’m a nurse. I can do that myself.”
She threw him a look. “It’s easier this way. Hex, you ask me round and when I get here, it’s a disaster scene. What happened?”
He muttered something.
“Hex?”
“It was an accident. Let’s just say it turns out the tablecloth’s a bit flammable.”
Not an alien attack, she realised, and laughed till she cried. A candlelit dinner for two.
***
I promise the rest won't be too long in following (and I've still got 2 spare gaps - and I'm not going to tell on anyone who doesn't run the meme in return, really...)
For
pitry: Screwdriver
Doctor Who: Tegan, Romana I
(The cattle feed line is a ref to the BFA The Gathering, but ignore it if it bothers you. I would.)
*
She walks in, dressed like the White Queen. No way is she after cattle feed.
“I’m Romana,” she says, posh and smiling. “Do you have a screwdriver?”
Tegan shrugs. “Normal, sonic – or the sort you drink?”
She considers her flippant words with unwonted seriousness. “Non-sonic, please. And how could you drink a screwdriver?”
Now she’s caught her attention.
“I’ll show you,” says Tegan with a glint in her eye. They leave, and talk of stars and planets – and the infuriating habits of someone who never seems to notice them.
The truth is, she’s not much interested in cattle feed, either.
***
For
primsong: Job Satisfaction
Prim asked for a bit of Benton, so here we are:
*
They save the world. It’s what they do.
The Doctor’s a genius, beats their enemies.
He makes the tea; clears up the mess.
The Brig’s in charge, keeps his nerve and shoots to kill; the Captain his right-hand man.
He fires at will, when ordered.
And the Doctor’s girls: Miss Shaw, smarter than Einstein; Miss Grant, never fazed by locks, Miss Smith hunting the truth with charm and stubbornness.
He mans the desk and listens to the radio.
Once in a while he gets to punch a General. It’s not so bad.
They save the world. It’s what they do.
***
For
paranoidangel42: Outmanoeuvred
Sarah Jane Smith (DW), Harry Pearce (Spooks)
(I imagine this taking place at some point in the 1980s).
*
“You’re trying to put me off,” said Sarah. “Don’t think I didn’t notice. And if you want to pass as a reporter, stay away from the genuine article.”
The blond, almost cherubic man smiled. “You’re very observant, Miss Smith. But I’m not here to mislead you.”
“Oh, really? You don’t want anyone to know about this affair, so you’ll hide it under the carpet. People have a right to know -.”
“Quite,” he said. “The truth? I think you should be the one to write it. It’s not what it seems. Coffee?”
He’d outfoxed her somehow. She glared, but followed.
***
For
persiflage_1: Burned
Hex Scholfield/Martha Jones (From an AU where Hex ended up at Torchwood. Don't ask.)
*
It had taken all her considerable skills to get the mess cleared up, the room as much as its equally singed occupant who was now looking sheepish and fidgeting under her attention.
“I’m a nurse. I can do that myself.”
She threw him a look. “It’s easier this way. Hex, you ask me round and when I get here, it’s a disaster scene. What happened?”
He muttered something.
“Hex?”
“It was an accident. Let’s just say it turns out the tablecloth’s a bit flammable.”
Not an alien attack, she realised, and laughed till she cried. A candlelit dinner for two.
***
I promise the rest won't be too long in following (and I've still got 2 spare gaps - and I'm not going to tell on anyone who doesn't run the meme in return, really...)
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:25 pm (UTC)LOL Aw, poor little Hexy!!
The others were amusing too...
(PS It's FAZED not PHASED! *gnashes teeth in frustration*)
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:31 pm (UTC)And gnash not, I've fixed it. Sorry; I wrote all of these rather quickly & I'm not at my best.
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Date: 2010-01-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(Like "bare" for "bear" which someone I read regularly keeps writing...)
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Date: 2010-01-20 10:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 07:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 12:03 am (UTC)I is happy. :D
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:30 pm (UTC):-D Glad you liked it, though.
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Date: 2010-01-21 08:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 12:35 am (UTC)Aww!
And the Benton one. He is such the sweetest.
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Date: 2010-01-21 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-21 11:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 07:55 pm (UTC)Yes, you are! At least from where I'm standing, anyway! :lol:
And: thank you. Benton really does to get to punch a General, but I won't tell you when or where! ;-)
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Date: 2010-03-06 09:17 pm (UTC)Having just stumbled onto this, I actually read it as leading -to- sex.
Sir Harry and Sarah. Win. Of the epic variety.
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Date: 2010-03-06 09:23 pm (UTC)I rather fancy doing a longer one with Sarah and Harry Pearce - it seems a logical possibility for a story. however, when I've written my way through my insane no. of WIPs, of course.
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Date: 2010-03-07 02:23 pm (UTC)Heeeee, very glad to hear this! *g*
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Date: 2010-01-22 07:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-22 07:56 pm (UTC)Yes, I thought he would be one of the few people who really might.