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More drabbles from last week's requests, once again somewhat out of order due to the random striking of inspiration.
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skylark_cee wanted CSI - A case that involves a hard drive is full of Numb3rs D/C incestfic. Neither I nor Nick could quite get our brains around that one:
CSI: Unmentionable
Nick stared from the hard drive in its plastic bag, to Grissom, back to the hard drive. "Full of what?"
Grissom opened his mouth, on the verge of repeating himself, and Nick said, "Wait, no, don't say it again. Once was actually enough."
Grissom smiled sympathetically. Nick rubbed his forehead, as if he could wipe the mental images away, and tried to think about the evidence. Such as it was.
"How do you--I mean, is that something you... recognize?"
Grissom waved at a stack of printouts. "I had Greg read some of it."
"Oh," Nick said. It kinda figured.
lilac_one asked for Colby/David "That is one annoying asshole."
Numb3rs: Riled
"That is one annoying asshole." Colby threw himself down into the passenger seat, snapping his seatbelt into place before looking over at David, who was still playing it cool. Colby scowled. "God! Like we won't back in an hour with another warrant!"
"Mm-hm," was all David said. Colby looked over at him again, folding his arms tight to keep still.
"You know we're done with the good cop-bad cop thing, you can stop playing nice," Colby said, nearly snarling. The half-smile on David's face was getting to him.
"Nah," David said, showing his teeth. "You're cute when you're riled up."
justbreathe80 requested John/Rodney, honey.
SGA: Bitter
John found the honey bear on the eighteenth day, stashed in a tiny room out toward the North Pier, next to a teacup. Somebody's secret place, before. He wondered whose it had been, which dead scientist--or Marine--had left this behind.
He should've taken it back, but he considered how far two ounces of half-crystallized honey would go, split ninety-six ways with double shares for the wounded, and left it there.
On the twentieth day, John made Rodney take a break. Rodney bitched every step of the way, but he shuddered at the drop of honey on his tongue.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture,strangecobwebs thought it would be funny to request John and Rodney discussing child custody laws of certain planets.
SGA: Taken In
"Oh, there's no way that's legally binding! It wasn't even a meal. And I can't possibly have fed all of them, power bars aren't that big."
"I don't know about legally binding," John said, looking down at the herd of kids, all old enough to walk, none of them as tall as Rodney's belt buckle. "But everybody else on this planet seems pretty serious about not feeding them if you won't."
Rodney looked down helplessly at them. "I can barely manage a cat! One cat!"
John agreed, but it was time to get moving. "Tell you what, I'll help."
gryphons_lair asked for Ivan babysitting for Miles. I doubt this is quite what she meant, but Ivan can be sneaky like that. Takes place during Diplomatic Immunity.
Bujold: In Loco Parentis
Ivan knows perfectly well the difference between being needed and having an obligation. No one asked--and there are doctors and nurses and liegepeople and Nikki and Ma Kosti--but still, he goes nearly every night. He sits in the dim nursery, between the machines, and he thinks about being Uncle Aral's nephew Ivan, and about being Uncle Ivan to his nephew Aral.
He puts one hand on each lid, there between his nephew and niece, small enough inside their replicators to fit together in the palm of his hand, and thinks, Don't die out there, coz. I can't fill these boots.
iscaris asked for Don/Colby!!!1111!!
Numb3rs: Compromised
Colby grew up in Idaho and spent years in the Army. He knows all about the compromises you make with yourself in the dark, and he recognizes them when he sees Don making them.
Don closes his eyes when he touches Colby, and his fingers hover like Colby's skin will burn him. But Don keeps coming back, and Colby recognizes the longing, the hunger that's not satisfied, that never can be.
There's relief in Don's eyes these days when he looks at Charlie, and Colby thinks there are, by definition, worse things to be than the lesser of two evils.
skylark_cee wanted CSI - A case that involves a hard drive is full of Numb3rs D/C incestfic. Neither I nor Nick could quite get our brains around that one: CSI: Unmentionable
Nick stared from the hard drive in its plastic bag, to Grissom, back to the hard drive. "Full of what?"
Grissom opened his mouth, on the verge of repeating himself, and Nick said, "Wait, no, don't say it again. Once was actually enough."
Grissom smiled sympathetically. Nick rubbed his forehead, as if he could wipe the mental images away, and tried to think about the evidence. Such as it was.
"How do you--I mean, is that something you... recognize?"
Grissom waved at a stack of printouts. "I had Greg read some of it."
"Oh," Nick said. It kinda figured.
lilac_one asked for Colby/David "That is one annoying asshole."Numb3rs: Riled
"That is one annoying asshole." Colby threw himself down into the passenger seat, snapping his seatbelt into place before looking over at David, who was still playing it cool. Colby scowled. "God! Like we won't back in an hour with another warrant!"
"Mm-hm," was all David said. Colby looked over at him again, folding his arms tight to keep still.
"You know we're done with the good cop-bad cop thing, you can stop playing nice," Colby said, nearly snarling. The half-smile on David's face was getting to him.
"Nah," David said, showing his teeth. "You're cute when you're riled up."
justbreathe80 requested John/Rodney, honey.SGA: Bitter
John found the honey bear on the eighteenth day, stashed in a tiny room out toward the North Pier, next to a teacup. Somebody's secret place, before. He wondered whose it had been, which dead scientist--or Marine--had left this behind.
He should've taken it back, but he considered how far two ounces of half-crystallized honey would go, split ninety-six ways with double shares for the wounded, and left it there.
On the twentieth day, John made Rodney take a break. Rodney bitched every step of the way, but he shuddered at the drop of honey on his tongue.
For reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture,
strangecobwebs thought it would be funny to request John and Rodney discussing child custody laws of certain planets.SGA: Taken In
"Oh, there's no way that's legally binding! It wasn't even a meal. And I can't possibly have fed all of them, power bars aren't that big."
"I don't know about legally binding," John said, looking down at the herd of kids, all old enough to walk, none of them as tall as Rodney's belt buckle. "But everybody else on this planet seems pretty serious about not feeding them if you won't."
Rodney looked down helplessly at them. "I can barely manage a cat! One cat!"
John agreed, but it was time to get moving. "Tell you what, I'll help."
gryphons_lair asked for Ivan babysitting for Miles. I doubt this is quite what she meant, but Ivan can be sneaky like that. Takes place during Diplomatic Immunity. Bujold: In Loco Parentis
Ivan knows perfectly well the difference between being needed and having an obligation. No one asked--and there are doctors and nurses and liegepeople and Nikki and Ma Kosti--but still, he goes nearly every night. He sits in the dim nursery, between the machines, and he thinks about being Uncle Aral's nephew Ivan, and about being Uncle Ivan to his nephew Aral.
He puts one hand on each lid, there between his nephew and niece, small enough inside their replicators to fit together in the palm of his hand, and thinks, Don't die out there, coz. I can't fill these boots.
iscaris asked for Don/Colby!!!1111!!Numb3rs: Compromised
Colby grew up in Idaho and spent years in the Army. He knows all about the compromises you make with yourself in the dark, and he recognizes them when he sees Don making them.
Don closes his eyes when he touches Colby, and his fingers hover like Colby's skin will burn him. But Don keeps coming back, and Colby recognizes the longing, the hunger that's not satisfied, that never can be.
There's relief in Don's eyes these days when he looks at Charlie, and Colby thinks there are, by definition, worse things to be than the lesser of two evils.