9 multi-fandom drabbles
This was so much fun! Thanks for the prompts, guys! Guess what? I actually got exactly 100 words for each this time! Yay! :) Hope y'all like them! Let me know which are your favs! (Should I link these to some comms?)
1. Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, for andieshep.
Shawn stared in anguish at the list of drinks. Maybe if he looked at it long enough, his favorite would reappear. He was probably just going blind. Yeah, that had to be it. He’d just go up and order it, as usual, and everything would be fine.
“Pineapple smoothie, please.”
“I’m sorry, we’ve stopped making that one. Can I get you something else?”
Maybe he was going deaf too. “A pineapple smoothie.”
The waiter was looking at him strangely.
“He’s in shock,” Lassiter explained, patting Shawn on the head. “There, there.”
“Lassy, help,” Shawn whimpered.
“How?”
“You have a gun...”
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2. OZ, Beecher/Keller, fortrillingstar.
Toby squirmed as Chris trapped him against the wall. What was it with him always having to be the one in power? Chris placed one hand on the wall above Toby’s head and grinned at him. “Hey Beecher.”
“Chris, I’m late.”
“Sister Pete won’t mind,” Chris said, fingering the fabric at the bottom of Toby’s shirt. His fingers brushed against Toby’s stomach, causing him to shiver.
“I hate you.”
“Oh, really?” Chris challenged, arching an eyebrow. He leaned in, but stopped with his mouth just short of Toby’s. “You sure?”
“Yes,” Toby said stubbornly, reaching up and tugging him forward.
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3. Alias/Burn Notice/Psych, Sydney & Fiona & Shawn, for alorarose. This one seriously made me LOL b/c it's so ridiculous. :P
Sydney glanced at Fiona. “Nice guns. You really think you’ll need them for this guy? I mean, he’s a psychic…”
Fiona smiled at the compliment, and adjusted her grip. “Alleged psychic. Better safe than sorry.”
Suddenly, the door in front of them opened, and a man stepped out. “Welcome, ladies. Please, come in.” His gaze fell on Fiona’s weapons. “Whoa, are those real?”
Sydney inspected him closely. He seemed harmless.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Shawn said, wagging his finger.
Fiona looked from one to the other. “What?”
“Are you a fan of delicious flavor?” Shawn asked her.
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4. Psych, Shawn & Gus (gen), for baggy7.
“Red herring!” Shawn yelled suddenly.
Gus jumped at the outburst, knocking his coffee mug off the desk and spilling dark liquid everywhere. “Shawn! Shawn, you’d better clean this up!”
“Okay,” Shawn said absently.
Gus glanced at his best friend, who had apparently been possessed.
“I gotta go,” Shawn mumbled before running out of the room.
Confused, Gus hesitated and then followed him. When he reached the front door he checked outside, but Shawn was nowhere in sight. Frowning, he turned back around and returned to his desk. Which was now devoid of one jelly donut. The back door slammed.
“Shawn!”
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5. Doctor Who, Donna & Rose, for mammothluv.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” Donna asked straightforwardly.
“Sorry,” Rose said quickly. “I was just…wondering how he picks us.”
“By accident, I suppose,” Donna replied. She paused before continuing. “It’s not as though he goes up to random people and just says, ‘Hello, I’m the Doctor, would you like to come in this blue time-travel box with me?’”
“Actually…I could see him doing that,” Rose grinned.
Donna laughed. “You’re right, that does sound a bit like him, doesn’t it?”
Rose nodded. “Would you say yes?”
“I’d probably slap him,” Donna admitted.
Rose giggled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
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6. Legend of the Seeker, Kahlan/Richard, for callise.
Kahlan met Richard’s eyes across the campfire. She smiled and looked down. How was it that even the smallest glance between them could give her this feeling? She had always been able to fight for what was right, so why was it that the one thing that was indisputably good in her life was the only thing she could never fight for? She dragged the point of her dagger in the dirt. Forming the lines into two stick figures, Kahlan pretended they were she and Richard. At least they could embrace freely without consequences. Maybe if she wished hard enough…
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7. Harry Potter, Dumbledore, for elbatnavuope.
Dumbledore folded his fingers together into a steeple and peered over them. The boy seated across from him slumped down and avoided the headmaster’s eyes. Dumbledore suppressed a smile. It was always the same with these youngsters - never wanted to own up to what they had done wrong.
“You fancy her, don’t you?”
The boy looked up, startled. “Sir?”
“That’s why you cursed her,” Dumbledore stated patiently.
The boy’s cheeks flushed. “No!”
“No? Why, then?”
“Because…well…she…I…” the boy stuttered.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly and beckoned the boy closer. “I’d suggest flowers,” he whispered, winking. “Those tend to have better results.”
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8. Alias, Sydney/Vaughn, for Kelsie.
After the funeral, they walked slowly to the car. Sydney buckled Isabelle into her seat and shut the door carefully before allowing herself to give in to the tears. Vaughn stepped closer and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I don’t know if I can handle this,” Sydney managed to choke out.
“You can,” Vaughn assured her. “You’re the strongest person I know, Syd.”
Sydney held onto him tightly. “Don’t ever die, okay?”
“I won’t if you won’t.”
“Deal,” Sydney agreed.
They stood in silence for several minutes. They had Isabelle, and they had each other. Life would go on.
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9. Starsky/Hutch, inspired by 1x08: Kill Huggy Bear.
Starsky leaned his head back against the car and closed his eyes, Hutch’s words fading into the background. They had almost died. Again. From now on he was checking the brakes regularly.
“Starsky?” Concern laced his partner’s voice and a hand touched his chest.
He looked down at the hand and then up into Hutch’s face.
“We’re okay,” Hutch said softly.
Starsky nodded, but when Hutch started to move his hand he put his own on top to stop him.
Hutch hesitated, and then muttered, “Oh, to hell with it.”
Hutch’s lips were finally on his, and nothing else mattered.
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1. Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, for andieshep.
Shawn stared in anguish at the list of drinks. Maybe if he looked at it long enough, his favorite would reappear. He was probably just going blind. Yeah, that had to be it. He’d just go up and order it, as usual, and everything would be fine.
“Pineapple smoothie, please.”
“I’m sorry, we’ve stopped making that one. Can I get you something else?”
Maybe he was going deaf too. “A pineapple smoothie.”
The waiter was looking at him strangely.
“He’s in shock,” Lassiter explained, patting Shawn on the head. “There, there.”
“Lassy, help,” Shawn whimpered.
“How?”
“You have a gun...”
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2. OZ, Beecher/Keller, fortrillingstar.
Toby squirmed as Chris trapped him against the wall. What was it with him always having to be the one in power? Chris placed one hand on the wall above Toby’s head and grinned at him. “Hey Beecher.”
“Chris, I’m late.”
“Sister Pete won’t mind,” Chris said, fingering the fabric at the bottom of Toby’s shirt. His fingers brushed against Toby’s stomach, causing him to shiver.
“I hate you.”
“Oh, really?” Chris challenged, arching an eyebrow. He leaned in, but stopped with his mouth just short of Toby’s. “You sure?”
“Yes,” Toby said stubbornly, reaching up and tugging him forward.
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3. Alias/Burn Notice/Psych, Sydney & Fiona & Shawn, for alorarose. This one seriously made me LOL b/c it's so ridiculous. :P
Sydney glanced at Fiona. “Nice guns. You really think you’ll need them for this guy? I mean, he’s a psychic…”
Fiona smiled at the compliment, and adjusted her grip. “Alleged psychic. Better safe than sorry.”
Suddenly, the door in front of them opened, and a man stepped out. “Welcome, ladies. Please, come in.” His gaze fell on Fiona’s weapons. “Whoa, are those real?”
Sydney inspected him closely. He seemed harmless.
“Don’t judge a book by its cover,” Shawn said, wagging his finger.
Fiona looked from one to the other. “What?”
“Are you a fan of delicious flavor?” Shawn asked her.
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4. Psych, Shawn & Gus (gen), for baggy7.
“Red herring!” Shawn yelled suddenly.
Gus jumped at the outburst, knocking his coffee mug off the desk and spilling dark liquid everywhere. “Shawn! Shawn, you’d better clean this up!”
“Okay,” Shawn said absently.
Gus glanced at his best friend, who had apparently been possessed.
“I gotta go,” Shawn mumbled before running out of the room.
Confused, Gus hesitated and then followed him. When he reached the front door he checked outside, but Shawn was nowhere in sight. Frowning, he turned back around and returned to his desk. Which was now devoid of one jelly donut. The back door slammed.
“Shawn!”
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5. Doctor Who, Donna & Rose, for mammothluv.
“Why do you keep staring at me?” Donna asked straightforwardly.
“Sorry,” Rose said quickly. “I was just…wondering how he picks us.”
“By accident, I suppose,” Donna replied. She paused before continuing. “It’s not as though he goes up to random people and just says, ‘Hello, I’m the Doctor, would you like to come in this blue time-travel box with me?’”
“Actually…I could see him doing that,” Rose grinned.
Donna laughed. “You’re right, that does sound a bit like him, doesn’t it?”
Rose nodded. “Would you say yes?”
“I’d probably slap him,” Donna admitted.
Rose giggled. “Wouldn’t be the first time.”
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6. Legend of the Seeker, Kahlan/Richard, for callise.
Kahlan met Richard’s eyes across the campfire. She smiled and looked down. How was it that even the smallest glance between them could give her this feeling? She had always been able to fight for what was right, so why was it that the one thing that was indisputably good in her life was the only thing she could never fight for? She dragged the point of her dagger in the dirt. Forming the lines into two stick figures, Kahlan pretended they were she and Richard. At least they could embrace freely without consequences. Maybe if she wished hard enough…
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7. Harry Potter, Dumbledore, for elbatnavuope.
Dumbledore folded his fingers together into a steeple and peered over them. The boy seated across from him slumped down and avoided the headmaster’s eyes. Dumbledore suppressed a smile. It was always the same with these youngsters - never wanted to own up to what they had done wrong.
“You fancy her, don’t you?”
The boy looked up, startled. “Sir?”
“That’s why you cursed her,” Dumbledore stated patiently.
The boy’s cheeks flushed. “No!”
“No? Why, then?”
“Because…well…she…I…” the boy stuttered.
Dumbledore smiled knowingly and beckoned the boy closer. “I’d suggest flowers,” he whispered, winking. “Those tend to have better results.”
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8. Alias, Sydney/Vaughn, for Kelsie.
After the funeral, they walked slowly to the car. Sydney buckled Isabelle into her seat and shut the door carefully before allowing herself to give in to the tears. Vaughn stepped closer and put his arm around her shoulders.
“I don’t know if I can handle this,” Sydney managed to choke out.
“You can,” Vaughn assured her. “You’re the strongest person I know, Syd.”
Sydney held onto him tightly. “Don’t ever die, okay?”
“I won’t if you won’t.”
“Deal,” Sydney agreed.
They stood in silence for several minutes. They had Isabelle, and they had each other. Life would go on.
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9. Starsky/Hutch, inspired by 1x08: Kill Huggy Bear.
Starsky leaned his head back against the car and closed his eyes, Hutch’s words fading into the background. They had almost died. Again. From now on he was checking the brakes regularly.
“Starsky?” Concern laced his partner’s voice and a hand touched his chest.
He looked down at the hand and then up into Hutch’s face.
“We’re okay,” Hutch said softly.
Starsky nodded, but when Hutch started to move his hand he put his own on top to stop him.
Hutch hesitated, and then muttered, “Oh, to hell with it.”
Hutch’s lips were finally on his, and nothing else mattered.
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