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rabidchild67.
Give me a prompt, and I will write a drabble for it. Provide pairing or central character, a scenario or starting line, and I shall give you WORDS! Because this seems totally more productive than poking one of the other things I've started and got stuck on. Or writing depressed!Neal.
So anyway, just prompt me. I'll actually try writing pretty much anything, even if it's something I don't usually write.
Fandoms: White Collar, Eternal Law, SGA, AtLA, Discworld (minus the wizard books), Hunger Games, NY, Criminal Minds, other things you know I like but I've forgotten to list
rabidchild67.Give me a prompt, and I will write a drabble for it. Provide pairing or central character, a scenario or starting line, and I shall give you WORDS! Because this seems totally more productive than poking one of the other things I've started and got stuck on. Or writing depressed!Neal.
So anyway, just prompt me. I'll actually try writing pretty much anything, even if it's something I don't usually write.
Fandoms: White Collar, Eternal Law, SGA, AtLA, Discworld (minus the wizard books), Hunger Games, NY, Criminal Minds, other things you know I like but I've forgotten to list
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Date: 2012-04-12 10:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-12 01:54 pm (UTC)Anyway, link is here. And I will write you a Teyla&Jennifer snippet, because I love that prompt :D
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Date: 2012-04-12 03:48 pm (UTC)I'm always willing to
read morehelp if you do decide to get back to it! :)So I had this open in a tab and hadn't hit the 'post comment' button, oops!
Date: 2012-04-14 02:53 pm (UTC)And yeah, it would totally have turned into Teyla/Jennifer, I love that ship!
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Date: 2012-04-11 10:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-11 10:13 pm (UTC)Alternatively, neal/Gordon: tickle monster
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Date: 2012-04-11 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-11 11:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-11 11:34 pm (UTC)Hmm, a little idea I've had stuck in my head for a while now: Sherlock and John watching some kind of crime procedural/mystery together, Sherlock frustrated because he's having trouble sorting out which tiny details he notices about people are actual clever, subtle clues to the solution and which are just carelessness on the part of the actors/writers/costuming & set departments.
I know it's not so much a current big fandom for you at the moment, but - thought I'd see if it might spark something! ^^
Drugged!Neal for you :D 1/2
Date: 2012-04-12 12:29 am (UTC)-
"Caffrey," Diana hissed. Despite her best efforts, she was rapidly approaching the end of her patience. "Neal, come on."
To be fair to him, Neal was actually trying, blinking at her in an attempt to focus while clinging to the wall like it was going to save him from drowning. "Spinning," he mumbled.
She tried to pull him forwards along the unlit sidewalk. It was times like these when she regretted her smaller stature — she could definitely take on anyone on her team, but supporting their body weight was slightly harder. "Neal, we need to keep moving."
"Moving's no fun." Still, with an arm around her shoulders and the other arm pressed against the wall he managed to start staggering in the right direction.
"Trust me, not moving will result in a lot less fun very shortly."
To her relief, he didn't immediately argue, probably because putting one foot in front of the other seemed to be taking a lot of concentration. She risked a glance over her shoulder. No pursuit, but it was surely only a matter of time, and she had no idea where in the city they were.
The wall abruptly turned a corner, and Neal lurched sideways, apparently taken completely unawares as he ran out of support. Diana only just managed to grab him in time, and he slumped onto her shoulder. "You're too damn heavy," she muttered.
"S'rry."
"I guess it's not really your fault," she conceded. He made a happy little noise, as if that was all the approval he'd ever wanted, and she couldn't help smiling despite herself. "Ready to keep going?"
"Where?" he wanted to know.
"That's a really good question." She turned the corner, both because it might be slightly less obvious than continuing in a straight line, and because she really needed Neal to be able to hold on to the wall as well as her.
He grabbed at it gratefully when she pushed him towards it. "Can we — sit down soon?" he asked.
"Soon," she promised, knowing that it was going to happen before long whether she wanted it to or not, judging by the amount Neal was swaying. He was clearly flagging. "We've just got a bit further to walk."
But then, like an answer to a prayer, there was a break in the wall with a flight of steps down to a lower entrance of the defunct factory. Diana could dimly make out a pile of junk down beside the door.
"Down here," she said.
Going down steps was… not the easiest of tasks to try and get Neal to manage. She ended up going down backwards in front of him, and basically controlling his fall with both her hands gripping his shoulders as his feet stumbled for purchase. "Don' like this," he muttered.
"You're doing well." She really hoped he wouldn't actually lose his balance and send both of them crashing down the steps.
He made an amused sound.
By the time she got him to the bottom she could feel the muscles in her arms trembling with the strain of keeping him upright. "You can sit down now," she said, guiding him next to the pile of scrap.
His legs folded down immediately and she only just caught him from smashing into the concrete.
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Date: 2012-04-12 12:30 am (UTC)Neal's head flopped down against her shoulder. She grinned, since he couldn't see her. "You okay?" she whispered.
He considered for some time. "Feel kind of… strange."
She didn't quite laugh. "Yeah, I bet."
"Are we hiding?"
This time she did actually laugh, although very quietly. "Well noticed."
He made a contented sort of snuffling noise, and leaned into her. No, he was actually curled up against her, which was a bit surreal and slightly sweet. "Y're good at that. Safe here."
Because there was no one around to see, and it was completely deniable, she ruffled his hair, grinning with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. "Shh," she whispered.
"Mmm," he acknowledged, and fell silent. Which was when the running feet of several people suddenly became audible.
Diana stiffened, her hand going automatically towards a weapon which wasn't there. Instead she put her arm around Neal, in a completely pointless protective gesture. Don't say anything, she thought at him. Don't make a sound. Please.
The harsh beam of a flashlight forced its way through chinks in the shelter she'd built around the two of them. Diana held her breath.
And then it swept onward and was gone. The footsteps faded.
Diana kept perfectly still, waiting for them to realise their mistake and come back.
It was only when she was finally beginning to relax again, and was about to give Neal some credit (if only inside her head) for staying quiet that she noticed the even pattern of his breathing, and realised that he had actually fallen asleep on her. "Seriously, Caffrey?" she whispered, but he didn't stir. She considered shaking him awake, but it was probably safer for both of them if she didn't. Also, since she didn't intend to try getting him moving any time soon, it felt like it would be slightly mean.
When she heard the faint cries of Diana! Neal! she jolted, slightly shocked to realise that she had begun to doze herself. Had hearing them just been a dream?
No, there they were again, closer now.
She pushed the metal sheeting away, letting it clang against the cement of the stairwell. "Peter!" she shouted. "Over here!"
That got Neal to stir slightly. "Wha's happening?" he mumbled into her jacket.
"Peter's found us," she told him. "We're safe now."
"Oh," he mumbled. "'s good."
And by the time Peter and Jones reached them, he had gone back to sleep.
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Date: 2012-04-12 01:42 am (UTC)-Neal in denim overalls, for whatever reason. (shirt and/or tractor optional)
-Mozzie visits Neal and discovers that there is no wine.
-Pirates! Treasure! And why the FBI hates Neal in Florida. Bonus points if you can include a manatee.
The following link is a quick summery of the rich history of Pirate!Florida: http://www.treasurelore.com/florida/florida_treasure.htm
-P/E/N story about the daily to monthly to yearly rearing of their child. Something fluff and heartwarming. I'm a sap that way. ^_^
and finally...
-an h/c fic heavy on the c; Neal is recovering from "fill-in-the-blank" at the Burkes, and the power goes out, then the water is off, and to add insult to injury, Neal hasn't had an honest to goodness bath since before "fill-in-the-blank". Can't a man just wash his hair and shave?!!?
x-posted to RabidChild67.
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Date: 2012-04-12 02:18 am (UTC)-
"You're not serious," Gordon said, his voice amused and slightly incredulous. He laughed, a soft huffing of breath against the back of Neal's neck.
Neal grinned sheepishly, then remembered that this was totally beneath his dignity. And pinned as he was between table and chair, he didn't have an exit except by wriggling out sideways. He folded his arms instead. "I'm busy working, here."
Gordon leaned his elbows on the chair back. "Tell me, Neal, have you ever actually said those words before?"
"Of course I have. Occasionally they've even been together in the same sentence."
"And I'm sure you meant them every time."
"What do you take me for?" Neal asked. He resolutely kept his eyes fixed on the blueprints. Well, in their general direction, anyway.
"Hmm," Gordon said. "That's a good question." He slipped a hand onto Neal's shoulder, and began tracing his fingers lightly down the seam of Neal's shirt side.
Neal held out as long as he could, but he realised the folly of having his arms crossed in front of him a moment too late. He squirmed, and (allegedly) made an undignified squeaking sound. Gordon easily swung himself out of the way of Neal jabbing out with his elbow, and perched against the table.
Neal tried to glower at him, but it was hard to keep it up.
Gordon grinned. "You are. You're actually ticklish."
He could feel himself actually starting to blush. Usually he could control his reactions better. "Any particular reason you're so interested?" he asked, innocently.
"You're a clever boy. I'm sure you can figure it out for yourself."
Neal waved a hand in a gesture towards the blueprints, and gave a long theatrical sigh. "It's just such a shame I've got all this work getting in the way. Think my boss would let me take a break?"
Gordon raised his eyebrows. "Oh, I think he could probably be persuaded."
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Date: 2012-04-12 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-12 04:19 am (UTC)Re: Drugged!Neal for you :D 2/2
Date: 2012-04-12 04:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-12 04:29 am (UTC)I love them
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Date: 2012-04-12 04:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-12 04:39 am (UTC)Re: Drugged!Neal for you :D 2/2
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Date: 2012-04-12 07:01 am (UTC)Re: Drugged!Neal for you :D 2/2
Date: 2012-04-12 11:35 am (UTC)Re: Drugged!Neal for you :D 2/2
Date: 2012-04-12 11:44 am (UTC)Re: Drugged!Neal for you :D 2/2
Date: 2012-04-12 11:46 am (UTC)Glad you liked it! I am always down with writing drugged!Neal :D