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Drabbles - batch one

First batch of drabbles/ficlets done for my challengers.

Grr. Arrgh. The original icons can be found in the request thread here, btw.

"Safety First!" For norwegianne (Farscape)
"Just Like Honey" for sweetjane_69 (Alias)
and
"Performance!" for uninvitedcat (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)




Frell!! Couldn’t anyone tie knots in safety lines anymore?

John Critchton was really not happy as he floated there in space, his pale blue spacesuit slowly drifting away from Moya. The cable in his hand was slack and obviously not attached to the spaceship any more.

“Ah! Hello there, John!” came a familiar voice from beside him.

John closed his eyes in sheer exasperation, and slowly opened them to examine the sight before him. Yup, there was Scorpy’s leather headwear, the Hawaiian shirt and shorts, and general cheery annoying manner. Though the table covered with drinks was new. All of them floating through space alongside him.

“Harvey,” he said through gritted teeth, “Now is not a good time for me to chat, ok? I’d prefer to die quietly with no annoying back chat.”

Harvey tipped back his Mai Tai, and stirred the cocktail with his little umbrella. “John, John, John… I am shocked and upset at your comments,” he smiled. “But let us not forget that I too am trapped in your head, and if you die, so do I.”

John just glared at him. “And that’s why the sudden appearance like that? Drowning your sorrows or just glad to see me snuff it?”

“No, no, no, John,” Harvey smiled, and snapped his fingers. A whiteboard appeared, also floating alongside them. “You see, there was only one person responsible for attaching your safety line to Moya, and that would be yourself.”

John’s brows quirked. “Yeeeess, that’s true.”

“So, doubtless your fellow cretins on board will have noticed you missing by now, and will probably find you in a couple of hours before the air runs out,” Harvey explained, taking out a marker pen and crossing to where the board was.

“But until they come, John, I think it’s time to have a little refresher course on safety,” Harvey said, carefully writing the words ”SAFETY FIRST” on the board. Somehow, he was now wearing a teacher’s mortarboard on top of his mask.

“So, who would like to tell the class how to tie proper knots in their safety line? You there in the front, Mr Crichton?”

John groaned inwardly. Someone was going to pay for this…. He was just afraid it was going to be him…..




Weiss loved watching her.

As she strolled along the sidewalk, clearly enjoying herself in the warm sunny Californian atmosphere, Weiss just smiled at seeing her.

Something in the way Nadia moved. Something about her delicate smile and the way it lingered at the side of her mouth. Something about the way she looked so fragile at times, and fought like a wildcat at others.

It was hard to believe someone like that could have a father like Arvin Sloane.

But so much easier to believe that Sydney was her sister. He smiled inwardly at the idea that maybe he should be asking Syd for permission, and tapped his fingers against the small box in his suit pocket. Better not lose that – you didn’t spend a month salary in one go that often, after all.

Nadia finally reached where he was waiting, her outfit bathed in the sunshine, and looked up at him, her eyes sparkling in delight. Reaching up to his head, she placed a light, teasing kiss on his.

“Eric?” she asked, happiness bubbling away in her voice, “Are you ready to go, then?”

It had been her voice that finally did it for Weiss. The sound of her honey laden voice whispering encouragements to him through the night, the way she would almost caress him with it….. That was the last sign for him.

This was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“Well, we mustn’t keep the maitre’d waiting, must we?” he said, sliding his hand into hers.

“By the way, there’s a question I’ve been meaning to ask you for a while now….”





Giles channelled his remaining reserves of pure Ripper, and stepped forward on the stage.

Grabbing the mike with one hand, he delivered a glare around the entire room, and managed to sneer at everyone else in costume. Signalling to the band behind him, he launched into the opening lines to No Doubt’s “Just A Girl”.

“Take this pink ribbon off my eyes,
I'm exposed,
And it's no big surprise,
Don't you think I know,
Exactly where I stand,”

Glancing around at everyone, he saw the ‘normal’ inhabitants of the club exchanging appreciative looks at his singing, and beginning to dance along with the song. Despite the constricting Gwen Stephani outfit he was wearing, he managed to strut slightly along the stage, taking the mike with him.

“This world is forcing me,
To hold your hand,”

There, in the dark corner at the back of the club, he could see the Scoobies standing open mouthed by the door they were supposed to be breaking in through. He directed an especially evil glare their way, and Dawn quickly got back to work with the crowbar.

“'Cause I'm just a girl, little ol' me,
Don't let me out of your sight,
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite,
So don't let me have any rights,
Oh...I've had it up to here!”

The next time Buffy needed a distraction in a drag club with an Open Mike night, she could damn well ask Xander.


You lot are still EVIL, btw.
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