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roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote in roadrunnermuses2013-08-02 05:25 pm
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requests } { because these actually do help me sometimes
The rules are simple. I have a calendar of sorts. Each day has a word. A 100-200 word drabble will be written for that word on that day. If you would like to claim a specific pairing or combo for that particular word, feel free to comment below and tell me, and I will add it to my list.
Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
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Given how little I've actually written this year, I'm hoping to actually get this done. We'll see what happens, but these are set for September 2013.
They don't have to be characters I actively write for, they can just be for anything in fandoms you know I know. I will note all claimed prompts in this general area, I'm just too lazy to make a set up right now. GO! Prompt! Win!
01. Stefan/Bo ~ for
02. Dean & Diana ~ for
03. Bela/Lana ~ for
04. Stiles/Cora ~ for
05. Steve/Peggy ~ for
06. Neal & Anna ~ for
07. Stefan/Rebekah ~ for
08. Flack/Angell ~ for
09. Tess & Elektra ~ for
10. Alek & Ava ~ for
11. Max/Dean ~ for
12. Don Flack ~ for
13. Kol/Bonnie ~ for
14. Bo/Tyler ~ for
15. Tyler/Caroline ~ for
16. Piper & Christopher ~ for
17. Cassie & Cas ~ for
18. Sam/Allison ~ for
19. Alec McDowell ~ for
20. Charlie & Dylan ~ for
21. Maxwell & Lois ~ for
22. Dean/Christine ~ for
23. Cora Hale ~ for
24. Melinda & Penny ~ for
25. Isaac/Caroline ~ for
26. Dean & Tony ~ for
27. Anna/Neal ~ for
28. Cordelia & Elena ~ for
29. Kara/Lana ~ for
30. Stefan/Cordelia ~ for
no subject
12. Don Flack
effleurage ~ white collar/csi: ny ~ 637 words
He’s on loan to NYPD Homicide (with Peter lurking quietly in the background). Not normally his favorite thing to do but Detective Morasca all but presented him with a challenge that his keeping his attention very well. Much more so than the fake money that he’s supposed to be lending her expert eye to.
“Maybe it’s the convicted felon that can’t seem to keep his eyes on the matter at hand.”
The look she gives him with that statement just makes him smirk even more, and she rolls her eyes before turning back to the equipment she’s watching in the van. It’s not really a romantic interest at this point – he’s not that hopeless – but more the fact that she’s telling him he can’t. Everyone should know by now that it’s never a good idea to tell Neal Caffrey he can’t do something.
“Actually, I think it’s probably the van,” he replies smoothly. “These seats are really terrible for your back and we’ve been in here almost all night.”
“We’ve been in here four hours.”
“Hey, one bad twist is all it takes.”
“My back is fine, Caffrey. Focus on the case.”
“Whatever you say.” He manages to stay quiet for maybe ten minutes before he speaks up again. “I just noticed that you carry a lot of it in your shoulders.”
Morasca turns to face him, a look on her face that says he’s probably pushed his last button. “Would you just spit it out already so that we can get back to work and you can shut up?”
He holds up his hands innocently. “I was just going to say that I have an excellent shoulder rub.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Why would I kid about something like that?”
“And let me guess, it’ll turn me into putty in your hands?”
He pauses for a moment before shrugging. “Maybe. I was thinking more along the lines of it would help you to relax.”
“Someone is dead. And you want me to distract myself from trying to find their killer so that you can give me a shoulder rub.”
“Peter and Diana are working very diligently to find your killer. We’re on the bench. I’m just saying that the bench can have it’s perks.”
Anna runs a hand over her face. “If I let you do this will you shut up?”
He nods with a grin. “You also won’t regret it.”
“I regret it already.” She sighs, before turning her back to him. “Do your worst.”
***
True to his word, Neal doesn’t say a word for the rest of the op, and neither does Anna. It isn’t until they’re climbing out of the van back at FBI headquarters that Neal catches wind of a quiet conversation between Anna and Diana as they’re unloading the equipment.
“ … been uncharacteristically quiet.”
“Sorry. It’s just … has Neal ever done the ‘van is bad for your back’ routine on you before?”
“Won’t shut up until you let him rub your back?”
“Yep.”
“It’s pretty good, isn’t it?”
“Tell me about … ” The end trails off as they make their way around the corner, and Neal smirks as he heads back towards the van, walking right into Peter who was less than pleased with Neal’s attempt at inter-agency cooperation.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Whatever that was.”
“Peter, I’m just trying to help our two sides work together,” Neal replies innocently. “You did say to play nice.”
“Yes, but now you’re playing too nice. Stop it.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “But you were the one who said – ”
“I know what I said. Stop it.”
Peter then turns off to head back into the FBI and Neal simply shakes his head as he turns back to follow him. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
sciamachy ~ beyond the rift ~ 492 words
It all started with a call from one of his CIs. Cultivating a good CI in a universe where you technically don’t exist is easier said than done, but when your CI is actually a cop who doesn’t get the what the big deal was about Wanderer politics, it makes his life a little easier. Marty, a local Temeluchus demon, kept his ear to the ground for Wanderer related cases, and every so often would try and toss them Flack’s way before the real Chicago PD could get to them.
In this particular instance, he probably should have left it to the locals.
The hit comes out of nowhere, slamming into his shoulders from behind like a mack truck, if only because he didn’t see it coming. His palms hit the grit of the wall, and he glances back over his shoulder, trying to see what hit him.
“Beckett!” She had been the only one in the office at the time, and she’s there with her gun up, but she’s looking a lot more uncertain than he’d like. “What is it?”
“Uh, sir? You were hit by a floating two-by-four.”
With that, he rolls his eyes before holding his hands up. “Look, we’re not here to hurt you! We’re from the Wanderer Police Force, we’re here to help.”
“Bullshit,” the voice whispers, and the two-by-four comes around in another swing, this time breaking against the meat of Flack’s shoulder. It hurts like a son of a bitch, but there’s not much he can do about it until he figures out where this person is and how to stop them.
“Flack?”
“It’s a Wanderer, just like us,” he replies, not saying anything more than he has to. “Both of us fell through the rift, and we’re here to help you. If the real Chicago PD gets here? They won’t.”
The broken two-by-four looks uncertain for a moment. “Are they coming?”
“The call came in twenty minutes ago.”
More hesitation, and suddenly the piece of wood is whipped around, like it’s something meant to be stabbed instead of swung. “Then maybe I’ll just kill you first, and get away clean. It’s not like anyone can see me.”
Before he can even protest that statement, there’s a loud clang! as a garbage an lid collects with what must have been the head of the suspect. He drops like a sack of potatoes, slowly flickering into view while Beckett steps to his side, garbage can lid in hand.
“Looks like they can see you now.”
Flack smirks a bit, before straightening to his full height standing next to her. “Thanks for the assist, Beckett.”
“Anytime, boss.”