Drabbles to go around!
So I finally finished the Drabbles that were requested here. There are twelve in total with a total word count of 3,061 words.
Alright, let's get these posted.
karinaspellman requested two. The first one being "OCs, 'Beasts In The Woods'"...
Taryn shined her flashlight into the trees, her hand shaking the beam of light as it illuminated the darkness of the woods.
She had heard it every night since her and her brother showed up at the cabin. An unearthly growling that didn’t sound like any animal she had heard before. It was deep and low. It seemed to shake the ground anytime she heard it.
She inched closer to the tree line, her flashlight still in front of her. She called out, her voice shaky with fear. “H-hello?”
Suddenly, a pair of red eyes shone from the tree line. They seemed to glare at Taryn as that low rumble of a growl trickled out from the woods.
Taryn froze where she was standing. If she ran, she figured the beast would chase her. If she walked towards it, she would still be in danger of being tackled. She was probably going to be in danger if she just stood here as well.
“TARYN! What are you doing out there?!”
She looked over her shoulder to see her brother Lorne calling her from the door of the cabin. “I thought I heard something...”
She looked back to the trees, but saw that the eyes had disappeared. She could hear her brother sigh behind her. “It’s probably just a raccoon or something. Can you get back in here already? Dinner’s getting cold.”
Taryn stared at the trees for a second before lowering her flashlight and turning back towards the cabin. She could hear the low rumble getting farther away from her, but she ignored it. For now, at least. “Yeah...I’m coming.”
...and the second being "UNICORNS. Anything with unicorns."
Whatever the media has told you about unicorns being shy and graceful creatures, it’s a straight out lie.
Yes, they are graceful, but shy? Not in the slightest.
You see, they are quite tricky creatures that like to play games with whoever they come across. Humans, raccoons, swallows (African and European), Gnomes, Bruce Campbell... whatever. They see something that not a unicorn, their first instinct is “Oh! Something that is not a unicorn! Perhaps they would like to play a game of hide and seek!”
That’s why they run. They are running to hide and hoping that you’ll find them. They’re almost always disappointed when the one who finds them though is one of their fellow unicorn friends. For unicorns do not like to play hide and seek with each other. They prefer freeze tag.
So if you ever happen across a unicorn in the woods, follow it and look for it’s secret hiding places (they’re usually behind a tree - no one ever said they were good hiding places). Find the unicorn and then go back and forth a few rounds with your hide and seek. Unicorns never forget those non-unicorn folk that play hide and seek with them.
And trust me, you want unicorn help if you’re ever stranded in the woods.
They know where all the non poisonous berries are.
Okay, the rest of these are from one_more_cherry. I'll just number them and list the prompt.
1.) Ash/Sheila, "So put your head on my heart, lay down in the crook of my arm. Everything's okay, I've been found again."
It’s not everyday that girls from 1300 fall from the sky with uprooted Evil Trees in tow.
Of course, Ash didn’t live a normal everyday life. Still, Sheila falling out of the sky after he had only just seen her less than five minutes before was a bit of a shock.
That shock quickly turned to impression (perhaps with a tiny side of arousal) when Sheila had cut up the tree with the chainsaw without even a second thought. She even seemed a bit giddy about it.
Still, Ash wasn’t really sure what to do about her, but he couldn’t just leave her in Egypt. Not after all they went through.
So off to Dearborn they went. Ash thought that Sheila might be freaked out by the plane, but she actually seemed rather excited and fascinated. Hell, she wouldn’t stop gabbing and looking back and forth out the window for the first hour and a half.
After that, she started slowing down and eventually fell asleep on Ash’s shoulder. Carefully, making sure not to wake her, Ash wrapped his arm around her. She shifted slightly, but continued to sleep against him.
For the first time in a while, Ash felt at peace. Sure, there was probably some craziness waiting at home for him and he had to get accustomed to living with Sheila, but for now? Everything was okay. He was alive and Sheila was here with him instead of hundreds of years away.
It wasn’t much, but it still sounded pretty damn good to him.
2.) "More Ash/Sheila. Babyfic. Because the mental picture of Ash with a snuggli strapped to his stomach while fighting the Undead Hoardes is too wonderful to pass up."
It must have been an extra odd sight to some people. A man as large as Ash with a small infant strapped to his chest shooting deadites that were spilling out of JC Penny’s.
Ash stopped caring about how people saw him a while back. Granted, the snuggli was embarrassing as hell, but it was last on his mind when it came down to having to prevent hoards of Kandarian Demons from overtaking the mall.
Over the noise of howling demons, he heard a cry. He sighed and looked down his front to see little Alice gripping onto his shirt. The pair of ear defenders she was wearing looked ridiculous, but Sheila had insisted that she have them just in case.
Ash gently rocked Alice as he continued to shoot at the deadites. “Hey honey, I know this is really fucking scary...”
BANG!
“...But it’ll all be over soon, I promise.”
Alice curled up against Ash, but continued to whine. A shot rang out from above and took down a deadite that was fast approaching them. Ash looked up to see Sheila quickly reloading a shotgun she had nabbed from Bass Pro Shop. “Sheila, babe, can you come get your daughter?!”
“She is thine’s as well!” Sheila shouted before shooting another deadite down.
“I know that,” shouted Ash, quickly shooting at one that was crawling towards him without even looking at it. “She just might be safer up there with you!”
Sheila just ignored him and aimed for another deadite. Ash sighed as he held his other hand over Alice and rushed the crowd to get to the leader that was taking refuge in the carousel. It occurred to him that other parents didn’t have problems like this.
But there was no way in hell that they were ever going to be like other parents. And that didn’t bother Ash in the slightest.
3.) "Sam/Fi/Michael. Just anything, even friendfic, because the pairing is so frickin' rare and it's INCREDIBLY rare to see fic with all three of them where Fiona's portrayed well."
“Fi, can you pass the rice?”
“Mikey, can you hand me that fork?”
“Sam, is there any beer left or have you drank it all by yourself again?”
Sam glared at Fiona. “Watch it, Fi...”
“Okay, you two,” Madeline said, coming back to the table, plate of Mongolian Beef in one hand, three beers in the other and a freshly lit cigarette in her mouth. She handed one to Fiona and Michael grabbed the other. “If you guys are going to fuss at each other all night, I’m not inviting you guys to Chinese night again.”
“Don’t mind them, Mom,” Michael said, looking between Sam and Fiona. Fiona looked triumphant. Sam just cast her another annoyed look. “They always act like this.”
“Not always,” Fiona said, scooping up some Szechuan Chicken onto her plate. “Sometimes we’re downright pleasant to each other.”
“Yeah,” said Sam, his voice flat. “Once in a blue moon.”
Fiona just took a swig of beer in response. Michael just shook his head and reached over to get some of the rice Fiona had passed him earlier. Yes, Fiona and Sam always acted like this around each other, but he’d be worried if they started acting any differently around each other. Different behavior meant something to worry about.
As long as they pretended to hate each other, Michael had nothing to worry about.
4.) "Monarch/Dr. GF. A typical day around the compound."
Typical days around the Cocoon were never peaceful.
The Henchmen either got injured or broke something. 21 would go rambling on about something no one but him cared about. And the Moppets usually ended up biting or stabbing someone. That was usually annoying as hell because no one wanted to take the dead body down to the lake of acid and Dr. Girlfriend would continue to make excuses for the annoying little bastards. The Monarch kept swearing that he was going to push Tim Tom and Kevin in there one day and not say a word, but he figured that Dr. Girlfriend would find out and withhold sex for the next ever and he didn’t want that.
Of course, this wasn’t counting arching on Dr. Venture or any possible killing sprees conducted by Brock Sampson. If that happened, all bets were off on how the day was going to go.
Still, at the end of the day, it was worth it to crawl into bed and get cozy with Dr. Girlfriend. She made the insanity worth it.
Most days.
5.) "Brock/Mol Futurefic."
She looked good with a little gray in her hair.
Brock knew she would try to cover it up with bright red hair dye or tying it back into a ponytail like she used to do when they first met, but Brock could see that Mol’s hair was turning gray.
Still, even with signs of aging, she was still quick as ever. She fought Brock as hard as ever and still made him chase her. She made him work for those rare kisses that were usually peppered with some sort injury before and after.
She wasn’t the only one to age. Mol would constantly remark on his thinning hair or how a little bit of fat was starting to settle in. “You’re nothing like the man I fell in love with,” she would remark dramatically in that thick Siberian accent of hers.
It never stopped her though. Mol still made Brock chase her, no matter how thin his hair was getting or how puffy his stomach got.
As long as she wanted to be chased, Brock would never be too far behind.
6.) "Frama: Ensamble piece, post-wormhole."
Not a lot of people can say they survived going through a wormhole.
Course, if you heard Bender’s side of the story, he was really the only one who made it. Everyone else had to be revived by him after they got spit out the other side. He would retell the story with glee and talk about how he was the savior of Planet Express.
In actuality, he went through a spontaneous shutdown as soon as they made it through the other side and the Professor was the only one who could turn him back on.
“Let Bender have his moment of glory,” Leela would say. “No one has to see the pictures of him getting rebooted by the Professor.”
Fry knew she kept them in her beside table drawer just in case though. After working with Bender for ten years, she knew blackmail was always a possibility.
Everything else settled back into it’s weird 3010 sort of normalcy after they got back home. Zoidberg would still root around in the back dumpster, Hermes would set down rules no one would listen to, Bender was still going through their wallets, Amy and Kif had settled back in together and Farnsworth always sent them on possible life ending missions, despite the fact they just narrowly escaped death a few weeks before. Fry didn’t expect any less from his crotchety old nephew.
The only thing different? Well, at least the only thing Fry would notice was different since Leela would constantly point out the weird things that had happened since they got back home...
He had finally gotten the girl of his dreams.
It had taken him a thousand years to meet her and ten to finally get her, but Leela had been more than worth the wait.
7.) "Happymeal!Verse: Elle with some Emily and Ash/Elle. Ash is headed back to college at last and Elle has to explain to Emily why school is important, because she'd so rather be drawing."
“But why?”
Elle looked over at Emily, who had stopped drawing in her Fantastic Mr. Fox sketchbook that Elle had gotten her for Christmas and was looking up at her expectantly. “Why is school so important? Can’t Skinny Daddy stay here and draw with me and Jake and Emily?”
“Well, I’m in school right now,” Elle said, putting down the pink colored pencil she had been filling in a random fashion design with. “I still spend time with you guys, don’t I?”
Emily shrugged. Elle knew that answer wasn’t going to satisfy her. “Well, let’s put it this way. School can make you smarter and let you do things that not everybody gets to do.”
“Like how Daddy and Old Daddy made the barbeque blow up?”
“Not quite like that, sweetie,” Elle said with a smile. “Like... I can’t be a lawyer if I don’t go to law school. They teach me things I should know to be one. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be very good.”
“But you’re good at a lot of things!” Emily exclaimed. She seemed scandalized at the idea that Elle couldn’t be good at something.
“I know I am,” Elle said, “But you have to practice if you want to be really good at something! And school helps you practice.”
Emily nodded, but Elle wasn’t sure if she was buying it entirely. Upstairs, they heard the closet door close and Ash shout, “Hey! Anyone home?!”
“Downstairs, honey,” Elle said with a smile as she got up to meet Ash at the foot of the stairs. He had barely dropped his backpack when Elle tossed her arms around him and planted a kiss on him. “How was your first day back?”
He shrugged before kissing Elle on the forehead. “Nothing remarkable. Course, that could change tomorrow.”
Before he could say anything else, Emily was tugging on his pants leg and insisting that he see what she drew today while he was at school. Elle would try to win that battle later. Right now, she was relieved that Ash had gotten through the first day incident free.
8.) "MTH!RP-verse. Maddy's first poker night at the Fin."
“HEY!”
Everyone looked up at Maddy from her end of the makeshift card table. Her fingers holding her cigarette were pointing accusingly at Ash. “What? What did I do?”
“You’re using Cheryl to cheat!”
“I am not!” Ash tried his best to look scandalized, but Maddy didn’t believe him for a second. The nervous look on Cheryl’s face wasn’t helping either. “Please, just because you can’t bluff and are deeper in the hole than anybody else doesn’t mean you can use your sister’s ghost to cheat.”
Ash pouted and Cheryl phased through the wall without a goodbye. Maddy gave a satisfied smile as she flicked her ashes in her ashtray. Besides that indiscretion, her first weekly poker night at The Fin had been going pretty decently. “How you doing, Sheila?”
Sheila looked at her cards a little unsure of what she had. Fiona had been sitting next to her all night and giving her pointers on how to play, but Madeline was unsure if Sheila could get the hang of poker in one night. “I do not know, milady,” she muttered, studying her cards intently before laying them down on the table. “Is this a good...hand?”
Everyone looked at her cards. Shawn had to crane his neck from his far end of the table, but most everyone’s groans made the answer obvious...
Sheila had gotten a Royal Flush. She still seemed rather confused, but Fiona patted her on the shoulder reassuringly and Maddy just gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, Sheila. You’ll get the hang of this eventually. Not sure I can say the same for your boyfriend.”
Ash shot her a glare. “Just deal a new hand already...”
9.) "MNIB, some Kelly/Bruce in there - "That's not how the story ended, Bruce, and you know it.""
"That's not how the story ended, Bruce, and you know it."
Bruce stopped his story of how they defeated Guan Di and shot a look at Kelly, who was working behind the bar. He shifted a bit uneasily on his feet. “I...uh...don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kelly shook her head and came out from behind the bar. “Yes, we blew up the shack with Guan Di in it, but I didn’t call you ‘my valiant hero’ and then proceed to make out with you for twenty minutes, but not before you bashed in the skeletal remains of the Chinese god with a baseball bat.”
Bruce could hear some snickers in the crowd of townspeople and could feel the rest of them just staring at him and Kelly, wanting to know the truth of what actually happened. “Well, that’s how I remember it.”
Kelly just let out a laugh and looked at the residents of Gold Lick. “Okay, this man right here? After Guan Di came back to life for whatever reason after the explosion? He went running up the road, crying like a little girl! I had to back my car over Guan Di at least five times before Jeff pounded his skull in with a baseball bat to officially make sure he was dead for good!”
Bruce bit his lip awkwardly as he looked back and forth between Kelly and the people listening to his story. “Okay, so my memory of what ACTUALLY happened is a little fuzzy...”
10.) Burn Notice, "Alternately, Maddy and Tina make up fic."
Madeline wasn’t really expecting forgiveness. She wasn’t even sure if Tina would believe her story at all about the insurance fraud her son was trying to uncover.
Still, she wanted to apologize to her in some form or fashion. She would have preferred doing it face to face, but she doubted Tina would actually listen to her before having security escort Madeline out. So a letter would have to do.
It was short and to the point. Madeline apologized for what happened and explained that it was something that was out of her hands. If she wanted the whole story, she was free to call her at any time, but if she never wanted to talk to Madeline again either, she would understand.
She had Fiona drop it off during Tina’s lunch break and from then on, it was a waiting game. Madeline expected Tina to throw the letter in the garbage without giving it a second glance, but she had to try.
Needless to say, she was surprised when she saw Tina waiting for her on her front porch four days later, holding onto Maddy’s letter.
They stared at each other for a very long minute before Madeline gave her a tiny smile. “You want to come in? I just made some coffee.”
Tina returned that smile. “That would be great, Maddy.”
Okay, that was fun. I forgot what it was like to do that. :D
Alright, let's get these posted.
karinaspellman requested two. The first one being "OCs, 'Beasts In The Woods'"...
Taryn shined her flashlight into the trees, her hand shaking the beam of light as it illuminated the darkness of the woods.
She had heard it every night since her and her brother showed up at the cabin. An unearthly growling that didn’t sound like any animal she had heard before. It was deep and low. It seemed to shake the ground anytime she heard it.
She inched closer to the tree line, her flashlight still in front of her. She called out, her voice shaky with fear. “H-hello?”
Suddenly, a pair of red eyes shone from the tree line. They seemed to glare at Taryn as that low rumble of a growl trickled out from the woods.
Taryn froze where she was standing. If she ran, she figured the beast would chase her. If she walked towards it, she would still be in danger of being tackled. She was probably going to be in danger if she just stood here as well.
“TARYN! What are you doing out there?!”
She looked over her shoulder to see her brother Lorne calling her from the door of the cabin. “I thought I heard something...”
She looked back to the trees, but saw that the eyes had disappeared. She could hear her brother sigh behind her. “It’s probably just a raccoon or something. Can you get back in here already? Dinner’s getting cold.”
Taryn stared at the trees for a second before lowering her flashlight and turning back towards the cabin. She could hear the low rumble getting farther away from her, but she ignored it. For now, at least. “Yeah...I’m coming.”
...and the second being "UNICORNS. Anything with unicorns."
Whatever the media has told you about unicorns being shy and graceful creatures, it’s a straight out lie.
Yes, they are graceful, but shy? Not in the slightest.
You see, they are quite tricky creatures that like to play games with whoever they come across. Humans, raccoons, swallows (African and European), Gnomes, Bruce Campbell... whatever. They see something that not a unicorn, their first instinct is “Oh! Something that is not a unicorn! Perhaps they would like to play a game of hide and seek!”
That’s why they run. They are running to hide and hoping that you’ll find them. They’re almost always disappointed when the one who finds them though is one of their fellow unicorn friends. For unicorns do not like to play hide and seek with each other. They prefer freeze tag.
So if you ever happen across a unicorn in the woods, follow it and look for it’s secret hiding places (they’re usually behind a tree - no one ever said they were good hiding places). Find the unicorn and then go back and forth a few rounds with your hide and seek. Unicorns never forget those non-unicorn folk that play hide and seek with them.
And trust me, you want unicorn help if you’re ever stranded in the woods.
They know where all the non poisonous berries are.
Okay, the rest of these are from one_more_cherry. I'll just number them and list the prompt.
1.) Ash/Sheila, "So put your head on my heart, lay down in the crook of my arm. Everything's okay, I've been found again."
It’s not everyday that girls from 1300 fall from the sky with uprooted Evil Trees in tow.
Of course, Ash didn’t live a normal everyday life. Still, Sheila falling out of the sky after he had only just seen her less than five minutes before was a bit of a shock.
That shock quickly turned to impression (perhaps with a tiny side of arousal) when Sheila had cut up the tree with the chainsaw without even a second thought. She even seemed a bit giddy about it.
Still, Ash wasn’t really sure what to do about her, but he couldn’t just leave her in Egypt. Not after all they went through.
So off to Dearborn they went. Ash thought that Sheila might be freaked out by the plane, but she actually seemed rather excited and fascinated. Hell, she wouldn’t stop gabbing and looking back and forth out the window for the first hour and a half.
After that, she started slowing down and eventually fell asleep on Ash’s shoulder. Carefully, making sure not to wake her, Ash wrapped his arm around her. She shifted slightly, but continued to sleep against him.
For the first time in a while, Ash felt at peace. Sure, there was probably some craziness waiting at home for him and he had to get accustomed to living with Sheila, but for now? Everything was okay. He was alive and Sheila was here with him instead of hundreds of years away.
It wasn’t much, but it still sounded pretty damn good to him.
2.) "More Ash/Sheila. Babyfic. Because the mental picture of Ash with a snuggli strapped to his stomach while fighting the Undead Hoardes is too wonderful to pass up."
It must have been an extra odd sight to some people. A man as large as Ash with a small infant strapped to his chest shooting deadites that were spilling out of JC Penny’s.
Ash stopped caring about how people saw him a while back. Granted, the snuggli was embarrassing as hell, but it was last on his mind when it came down to having to prevent hoards of Kandarian Demons from overtaking the mall.
Over the noise of howling demons, he heard a cry. He sighed and looked down his front to see little Alice gripping onto his shirt. The pair of ear defenders she was wearing looked ridiculous, but Sheila had insisted that she have them just in case.
Ash gently rocked Alice as he continued to shoot at the deadites. “Hey honey, I know this is really fucking scary...”
BANG!
“...But it’ll all be over soon, I promise.”
Alice curled up against Ash, but continued to whine. A shot rang out from above and took down a deadite that was fast approaching them. Ash looked up to see Sheila quickly reloading a shotgun she had nabbed from Bass Pro Shop. “Sheila, babe, can you come get your daughter?!”
“She is thine’s as well!” Sheila shouted before shooting another deadite down.
“I know that,” shouted Ash, quickly shooting at one that was crawling towards him without even looking at it. “She just might be safer up there with you!”
Sheila just ignored him and aimed for another deadite. Ash sighed as he held his other hand over Alice and rushed the crowd to get to the leader that was taking refuge in the carousel. It occurred to him that other parents didn’t have problems like this.
But there was no way in hell that they were ever going to be like other parents. And that didn’t bother Ash in the slightest.
3.) "Sam/Fi/Michael. Just anything, even friendfic, because the pairing is so frickin' rare and it's INCREDIBLY rare to see fic with all three of them where Fiona's portrayed well."
“Fi, can you pass the rice?”
“Mikey, can you hand me that fork?”
“Sam, is there any beer left or have you drank it all by yourself again?”
Sam glared at Fiona. “Watch it, Fi...”
“Okay, you two,” Madeline said, coming back to the table, plate of Mongolian Beef in one hand, three beers in the other and a freshly lit cigarette in her mouth. She handed one to Fiona and Michael grabbed the other. “If you guys are going to fuss at each other all night, I’m not inviting you guys to Chinese night again.”
“Don’t mind them, Mom,” Michael said, looking between Sam and Fiona. Fiona looked triumphant. Sam just cast her another annoyed look. “They always act like this.”
“Not always,” Fiona said, scooping up some Szechuan Chicken onto her plate. “Sometimes we’re downright pleasant to each other.”
“Yeah,” said Sam, his voice flat. “Once in a blue moon.”
Fiona just took a swig of beer in response. Michael just shook his head and reached over to get some of the rice Fiona had passed him earlier. Yes, Fiona and Sam always acted like this around each other, but he’d be worried if they started acting any differently around each other. Different behavior meant something to worry about.
As long as they pretended to hate each other, Michael had nothing to worry about.
4.) "Monarch/Dr. GF. A typical day around the compound."
Typical days around the Cocoon were never peaceful.
The Henchmen either got injured or broke something. 21 would go rambling on about something no one but him cared about. And the Moppets usually ended up biting or stabbing someone. That was usually annoying as hell because no one wanted to take the dead body down to the lake of acid and Dr. Girlfriend would continue to make excuses for the annoying little bastards. The Monarch kept swearing that he was going to push Tim Tom and Kevin in there one day and not say a word, but he figured that Dr. Girlfriend would find out and withhold sex for the next ever and he didn’t want that.
Of course, this wasn’t counting arching on Dr. Venture or any possible killing sprees conducted by Brock Sampson. If that happened, all bets were off on how the day was going to go.
Still, at the end of the day, it was worth it to crawl into bed and get cozy with Dr. Girlfriend. She made the insanity worth it.
Most days.
5.) "Brock/Mol Futurefic."
She looked good with a little gray in her hair.
Brock knew she would try to cover it up with bright red hair dye or tying it back into a ponytail like she used to do when they first met, but Brock could see that Mol’s hair was turning gray.
Still, even with signs of aging, she was still quick as ever. She fought Brock as hard as ever and still made him chase her. She made him work for those rare kisses that were usually peppered with some sort injury before and after.
She wasn’t the only one to age. Mol would constantly remark on his thinning hair or how a little bit of fat was starting to settle in. “You’re nothing like the man I fell in love with,” she would remark dramatically in that thick Siberian accent of hers.
It never stopped her though. Mol still made Brock chase her, no matter how thin his hair was getting or how puffy his stomach got.
As long as she wanted to be chased, Brock would never be too far behind.
6.) "Frama: Ensamble piece, post-wormhole."
Not a lot of people can say they survived going through a wormhole.
Course, if you heard Bender’s side of the story, he was really the only one who made it. Everyone else had to be revived by him after they got spit out the other side. He would retell the story with glee and talk about how he was the savior of Planet Express.
In actuality, he went through a spontaneous shutdown as soon as they made it through the other side and the Professor was the only one who could turn him back on.
“Let Bender have his moment of glory,” Leela would say. “No one has to see the pictures of him getting rebooted by the Professor.”
Fry knew she kept them in her beside table drawer just in case though. After working with Bender for ten years, she knew blackmail was always a possibility.
Everything else settled back into it’s weird 3010 sort of normalcy after they got back home. Zoidberg would still root around in the back dumpster, Hermes would set down rules no one would listen to, Bender was still going through their wallets, Amy and Kif had settled back in together and Farnsworth always sent them on possible life ending missions, despite the fact they just narrowly escaped death a few weeks before. Fry didn’t expect any less from his crotchety old nephew.
The only thing different? Well, at least the only thing Fry would notice was different since Leela would constantly point out the weird things that had happened since they got back home...
He had finally gotten the girl of his dreams.
It had taken him a thousand years to meet her and ten to finally get her, but Leela had been more than worth the wait.
7.) "Happymeal!Verse: Elle with some Emily and Ash/Elle. Ash is headed back to college at last and Elle has to explain to Emily why school is important, because she'd so rather be drawing."
“But why?”
Elle looked over at Emily, who had stopped drawing in her Fantastic Mr. Fox sketchbook that Elle had gotten her for Christmas and was looking up at her expectantly. “Why is school so important? Can’t Skinny Daddy stay here and draw with me and Jake and Emily?”
“Well, I’m in school right now,” Elle said, putting down the pink colored pencil she had been filling in a random fashion design with. “I still spend time with you guys, don’t I?”
Emily shrugged. Elle knew that answer wasn’t going to satisfy her. “Well, let’s put it this way. School can make you smarter and let you do things that not everybody gets to do.”
“Like how Daddy and Old Daddy made the barbeque blow up?”
“Not quite like that, sweetie,” Elle said with a smile. “Like... I can’t be a lawyer if I don’t go to law school. They teach me things I should know to be one. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be very good.”
“But you’re good at a lot of things!” Emily exclaimed. She seemed scandalized at the idea that Elle couldn’t be good at something.
“I know I am,” Elle said, “But you have to practice if you want to be really good at something! And school helps you practice.”
Emily nodded, but Elle wasn’t sure if she was buying it entirely. Upstairs, they heard the closet door close and Ash shout, “Hey! Anyone home?!”
“Downstairs, honey,” Elle said with a smile as she got up to meet Ash at the foot of the stairs. He had barely dropped his backpack when Elle tossed her arms around him and planted a kiss on him. “How was your first day back?”
He shrugged before kissing Elle on the forehead. “Nothing remarkable. Course, that could change tomorrow.”
Before he could say anything else, Emily was tugging on his pants leg and insisting that he see what she drew today while he was at school. Elle would try to win that battle later. Right now, she was relieved that Ash had gotten through the first day incident free.
8.) "MTH!RP-verse. Maddy's first poker night at the Fin."
“HEY!”
Everyone looked up at Maddy from her end of the makeshift card table. Her fingers holding her cigarette were pointing accusingly at Ash. “What? What did I do?”
“You’re using Cheryl to cheat!”
“I am not!” Ash tried his best to look scandalized, but Maddy didn’t believe him for a second. The nervous look on Cheryl’s face wasn’t helping either. “Please, just because you can’t bluff and are deeper in the hole than anybody else doesn’t mean you can use your sister’s ghost to cheat.”
Ash pouted and Cheryl phased through the wall without a goodbye. Maddy gave a satisfied smile as she flicked her ashes in her ashtray. Besides that indiscretion, her first weekly poker night at The Fin had been going pretty decently. “How you doing, Sheila?”
Sheila looked at her cards a little unsure of what she had. Fiona had been sitting next to her all night and giving her pointers on how to play, but Madeline was unsure if Sheila could get the hang of poker in one night. “I do not know, milady,” she muttered, studying her cards intently before laying them down on the table. “Is this a good...hand?”
Everyone looked at her cards. Shawn had to crane his neck from his far end of the table, but most everyone’s groans made the answer obvious...
Sheila had gotten a Royal Flush. She still seemed rather confused, but Fiona patted her on the shoulder reassuringly and Maddy just gave her a smile. “Don’t worry, Sheila. You’ll get the hang of this eventually. Not sure I can say the same for your boyfriend.”
Ash shot her a glare. “Just deal a new hand already...”
9.) "MNIB, some Kelly/Bruce in there - "That's not how the story ended, Bruce, and you know it.""
"That's not how the story ended, Bruce, and you know it."
Bruce stopped his story of how they defeated Guan Di and shot a look at Kelly, who was working behind the bar. He shifted a bit uneasily on his feet. “I...uh...don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Kelly shook her head and came out from behind the bar. “Yes, we blew up the shack with Guan Di in it, but I didn’t call you ‘my valiant hero’ and then proceed to make out with you for twenty minutes, but not before you bashed in the skeletal remains of the Chinese god with a baseball bat.”
Bruce could hear some snickers in the crowd of townspeople and could feel the rest of them just staring at him and Kelly, wanting to know the truth of what actually happened. “Well, that’s how I remember it.”
Kelly just let out a laugh and looked at the residents of Gold Lick. “Okay, this man right here? After Guan Di came back to life for whatever reason after the explosion? He went running up the road, crying like a little girl! I had to back my car over Guan Di at least five times before Jeff pounded his skull in with a baseball bat to officially make sure he was dead for good!”
Bruce bit his lip awkwardly as he looked back and forth between Kelly and the people listening to his story. “Okay, so my memory of what ACTUALLY happened is a little fuzzy...”
10.) Burn Notice, "Alternately, Maddy and Tina make up fic."
Madeline wasn’t really expecting forgiveness. She wasn’t even sure if Tina would believe her story at all about the insurance fraud her son was trying to uncover.
Still, she wanted to apologize to her in some form or fashion. She would have preferred doing it face to face, but she doubted Tina would actually listen to her before having security escort Madeline out. So a letter would have to do.
It was short and to the point. Madeline apologized for what happened and explained that it was something that was out of her hands. If she wanted the whole story, she was free to call her at any time, but if she never wanted to talk to Madeline again either, she would understand.
She had Fiona drop it off during Tina’s lunch break and from then on, it was a waiting game. Madeline expected Tina to throw the letter in the garbage without giving it a second glance, but she had to try.
Needless to say, she was surprised when she saw Tina waiting for her on her front porch four days later, holding onto Maddy’s letter.
They stared at each other for a very long minute before Madeline gave her a tiny smile. “You want to come in? I just made some coffee.”
Tina returned that smile. “That would be great, Maddy.”
Okay, that was fun. I forgot what it was like to do that. :D