Multi-fandom drabble post 2

Prompt 3: Hate
Star Trek:TOS
Spock, OC
AN: Some of my friends would hate this because Spock did NOT attend the academy. So call it an AU.

Spock’s new roommate blushed and picked up a dirty Academy uniform.” Sorry, I’m kind of a slob. You look like the type that would hate that.”

“I would hope that, if I felt such a distasteful emotion at all, I would reserve it for something of more import than your disorganization”

Spock observed that his roommate seemed disappointed at this news. Was he trying to drive Spock away with his housekeeping? He vowed to himself it wouldn’t work. Then spotted a plate of some aged and molding meat product. Perhaps he’d overestimated his ability to remain coolly logical after all.


Prompt 4: Work
OC SF fic
AN: I said the muse was all over.

A few years ago, Kevin had asked for a Dankill dulcimer for his birthday. He’d tried to learn to play but the instrument was alien and awkward in his hands. Gods know why after a day of trying to get his legs to work he’d ask for more frustration. He asked his sister to dig the dulcimer out of the closet for him.

Maybe it was dreams he’d had of music or maybe it was the enforced stillness. But now when he couldn’t make his legs work at all his hands flew over the strings and keys.

It frightened him.

Prompt 5: Year
Angel AtS

Years used to go by quickly. Now, he only notes the changing seasons in relation to the lengths of the nights. His senses are sharper, but the scent of leaves and bonfires are no different than spring violets. He meets the bright red blooming rose or the bloom of an open jugular with the same lack of feeling.

He needed rekindle his passion for unlife- without getting too happy.

Even a vampire got old if he didn’t remain young at heart. Next thing he knew, he’d be getting bat faced. Maybe he should take up a hobby like stamp collecting.

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Prompt 6: Sacrifice
Gwen Torchwood post Meat
AN: This isn’t my best.

Jack asked her to be the human one the conscience of the team. Ha, every day she wears away a little. Their supposed to be defending earth from aliens; often it’s the humans that get it wrong.

Rhys is too high on the newness of it all to fully comprehend. It’s a lark to him right now.

The choice was no choice at all. Sacrifice his memory and take part of who he is, or steal his illusion of safety and belief in humanity. She decided she never wanted him less than himself because he was part of her life.

Prompt 7: Run
Doctor Who
Donna

Donna spent her life feeling trapped. All she wanted to do was run away. It was her own fault she‘d brought the walls in closer and closer. Eliminating choices so she wouldn’t fail.

She thought if she married, she wouldn’t feel caged. Nevermind what her friends say about freedom. They forget what it’s like.

Until a scrawny alien showed her, her choices weren’t all gone, that there were some she’d never dreamed of. The Doctor didn’t break her out. She’d kicked the door down herself. All the Doctor had to do was offer a hand to hold when she ran.

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Prompt 8: Photograph
Doctor Who
Possibly Doctor/Donna
100 words
AN: this turned out a little odd.

The Doctor took photographs of Donna in secret, nothing embarrassing, humans just never smiled right when they posed.

He knew it was a silly thing to do. After all, he was a Time Lord with a perfect memory. He needed to have something tangible left after Donna was gone. Some might say a hologram would be better. He didn’t like holograms much anymore. Too much of a reminder of other loses that were still raw.

So he caught her amazing smile on simple film and briefly considered creating a sculpture but this regeneration had no talent in that direction.