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skylarking) wrote2006-03-13 06:26 pm
skylarking) wrote2006-03-13 06:26 pm
Fic on perscription
I'd had several cups of tea, sandwiches, a donut and two paracetamol and I was still grumpy and stilll had a headache so I decided to cheer myself up by writing some crack!ficcy drabbles.
For anyone who is interested, they are here:
Billy didn't see the car. Didn't see it run the red light. But he heard the tyres squeal, heard a scream as a passer-by called out a warning and heard the thud of metal colliding with Dom.
In the hospital he hovered over Dom like a hawk, this time he would be the first to notice if anything happened. He wouldn't fail Dom again.
The bruises on his face faded but Dom slept on. Billy kept watching until the day Dom's eyes fluttered and opened.
Billy laughed and wept while Dom smiled and looked bemused.
"I watched you."
"I know."
Viggo snored. He snored like a bear with a cold.
He talked in his sleep too, usually about fishing or painting.
"Need more bait," he would mummer, "I can't find the thick blue brush," or "The salmon - they're feeding".
Orlando would lie patiently beside these rumbles and mutterings, waiting for them to pass, waiting for Viggo to slip back into silence.
"You tell the truth in your sleep." Viggo had told him.
Orlando sometimes questioned him as he snored but Viggo, who always spoke his truths, would just grunt in reply. There was nothing hidden for him to reveal.
"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."
"It's worse," Evi's voice was muffled but Dom could still hear the desperation in her voice through the bathroom door, "I look like the Bride of Frankenstein."
"I've always thought she was kind of sexy."
"DOM!!"
Make up had tried something new with Evi's hair for a photo shoot. She didn't like it.
"Open the door, I promise I won't laugh."
The door creaked. Red eyes, mascara streaks and wild, frizzy brown hair stepped out.
She sniffed.
"It's fine, you still look beautiful to me." And he meant it.
The hand belonging to the arm draped across his chest had bright red nails. Something about that worried Elijah. The talons looked predatory; it was like waking up in a lion's den.
He'd been so angry when he went out last night. Angry with the rest of them for making him feel like they were all so much older and wiser. For their sympathy, inside jokes and their smug couple-y ways.
Doodle was a ridiculous nickname for a man; he wasn't seven years old and didn't need nurturing. He was going to prove that he was a grown up too - he was going to go out and make some stupid grown up mistakes.
He'd found somewhere dark and smoky and drank whiskey and beer. He'd bought a drink for a blonde and danced with a red head, puked in the toilets then had another Bud.
He'd left with the blonde by his side. They'd propped each other up as they staggered through the cold streets.
Now his head hurt and he couldn't remember the blonde's name.
Slowly, quietly, he slipped from under her arm, pulled on his clothes then closed the door softly behind him so he didn't wake her.
I love crack!fics. They're like tv movies and Mills & Boon books.
For anyone who is interested, they are here:
Billy didn't see the car. Didn't see it run the red light. But he heard the tyres squeal, heard a scream as a passer-by called out a warning and heard the thud of metal colliding with Dom.
In the hospital he hovered over Dom like a hawk, this time he would be the first to notice if anything happened. He wouldn't fail Dom again.
The bruises on his face faded but Dom slept on. Billy kept watching until the day Dom's eyes fluttered and opened.
Billy laughed and wept while Dom smiled and looked bemused.
"I watched you."
"I know."
Viggo snored. He snored like a bear with a cold.
He talked in his sleep too, usually about fishing or painting.
"Need more bait," he would mummer, "I can't find the thick blue brush," or "The salmon - they're feeding".
Orlando would lie patiently beside these rumbles and mutterings, waiting for them to pass, waiting for Viggo to slip back into silence.
"You tell the truth in your sleep." Viggo had told him.
Orlando sometimes questioned him as he snored but Viggo, who always spoke his truths, would just grunt in reply. There was nothing hidden for him to reveal.
"I'm sure it's not as bad as you think."
"It's worse," Evi's voice was muffled but Dom could still hear the desperation in her voice through the bathroom door, "I look like the Bride of Frankenstein."
"I've always thought she was kind of sexy."
"DOM!!"
Make up had tried something new with Evi's hair for a photo shoot. She didn't like it.
"Open the door, I promise I won't laugh."
The door creaked. Red eyes, mascara streaks and wild, frizzy brown hair stepped out.
She sniffed.
"It's fine, you still look beautiful to me." And he meant it.
The hand belonging to the arm draped across his chest had bright red nails. Something about that worried Elijah. The talons looked predatory; it was like waking up in a lion's den.
He'd been so angry when he went out last night. Angry with the rest of them for making him feel like they were all so much older and wiser. For their sympathy, inside jokes and their smug couple-y ways.
Doodle was a ridiculous nickname for a man; he wasn't seven years old and didn't need nurturing. He was going to prove that he was a grown up too - he was going to go out and make some stupid grown up mistakes.
He'd found somewhere dark and smoky and drank whiskey and beer. He'd bought a drink for a blonde and danced with a red head, puked in the toilets then had another Bud.
He'd left with the blonde by his side. They'd propped each other up as they staggered through the cold streets.
Now his head hurt and he couldn't remember the blonde's name.
Slowly, quietly, he slipped from under her arm, pulled on his clothes then closed the door softly behind him so he didn't wake her.
I love crack!fics. They're like tv movies and Mills & Boon books.