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a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Oct. 6th, 2005 10:00 pm)ANGEL
Title : First Time
Pairing : Angelus/Spike
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : There is a first time for everything! Slightly over a hundred – but hey! My first drabble under 500!
Wordcount : 100
Maybe it was the fact that he had run with women all of this time.
Or maybe it was just the fact that he found him so physically attractive.
All naïve, and innocent. And for a vampire who had seen and done it all, one who found baseness and corruption everywhere he went – the idea of an innocent and almost WHOLESOME, undead creature -
It was a draw, an attraction that he couldn’t quench.
And one that wouldn’t last.
He was running with the hellhounds now and before he learned too much about his new undead life – it was time to take advantage of his…Newness.
After all, from here on in – they were going to BE the future.
MACGYVER
Title : Bleak Future
Pairing : Mac/Murdoc
Rating : R
Warnings : You can run, but you cannot escape: Tag for the ‘No Way Out’ fic
Wordcount : 400
He snapped awake, the bedroom cold, empty – dark. Just like -
‘No. Mustn’t think about that…’
He wrapped the sheet, tight, TIGHT across his hips and trudged to the window, confirming that the night was as silent, as dark, as his future, his hope.
He would never escape this.
Never.
He reached up to touch the tears that fell randomly down the hollows of his cheeks, indifferent, wondering – and chilled.
Never escape.
He sighed as the Phantom of his nightmares wrapped him in his iron embrace, his hold shadows and mist – hate and pain. A wonderful, dark madness that captured his heart and soul, and plunged him further into the Hell that he had never quite escaped.
He had run – but he had never gotten away.
He took comfort in this fact – and as the Creature placed hot, hateful kisses along his jaw, behind his ear – he let his mind fly away, as it always had at this moment, at this frozen droplet of time out of Time.
“Ah, how I’ve missed you my love.” The Creature – a remembrance of the Darkness, a figment of his weakened and shattered mind, clutched him in It’s hot, and liquid grip; a twisted remnant of his old self – the memory of a man who had been dead for over a year, and at the hand of victim.
A victim who longed to take it all back, a victim who had never let go, never escaped – who still lived in the Dark Realms the madman had created for him.
“Do you remember, love?” Was the smoky whisper. “Can you remember for me?”
“Yes…” He croaked and wept as the Madness descended on him again.
Of course he had never escaped – and he never would.
If you could never escape your past.
Then how could you run from the future?
And what did you do when time stopped and they were one and the same?
Simple.
You let hope die.
And you took your soul with it.
Tears, Madness and Pain -
He wept with the weight of it, and was grateful when his Past, his Future, overwhelmed what was left of him.
“Welcome to forever, my love…”
And then he screamed -
And he would never escape that, either.
STARGATE
Title : Last Chance
Pairing : Jack/Daniel
Rating : R
Warnings : How many roads must a man walk down: Tag for the ‘In the Valley of the Shadow of…’ fic
Wordcount : 200
“Hold on, Jack. Hold on – Teal’c, Sam – they’re coming. I…I know – ”
“Daniel…” A whispered hush in the gloom of pre-dawn, the splash of blood across his lips a dark ichor in the swelling light. So quiet, almost a sigh – but so LOUD in the stillness. “They’re not…coming...”
“Jack, don’t – ”
“Shhh… Dan-ny. Hush…now…” Pale, strained features relaxed into exhausted lines of pain, as his world fell away into temporary darkness.
Or, so Daniel hoped.
He hugged his arms to his chest and let his weary head drop onto his knees, shattered glasses thudding into the dirt beside the Colonel’s still form.
As the sun rose on the second day of carnage, the blood that lay spattered and splashed across the twisted bundle of cloth and equipment that was his best friend, his future lover.
And he knew what it was to see Death coming for his love – and he knew what it was to feel that despair, that fear.
“Sleep, Jack. They’ll come – you’ll see…” Though he no longer believed it.
He kissed his lips, for the first, and possibly the last time. “ I love you.”
And turned to watch the sun burst over the horizon in all its glory.
And the battlefield echoed with silence…
Title : First Time
Pairing : Angelus/Spike
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : There is a first time for everything! Slightly over a hundred – but hey! My first drabble under 500!
Wordcount : 100
Maybe it was the fact that he had run with women all of this time.
Or maybe it was just the fact that he found him so physically attractive.
All naïve, and innocent. And for a vampire who had seen and done it all, one who found baseness and corruption everywhere he went – the idea of an innocent and almost WHOLESOME, undead creature -
It was a draw, an attraction that he couldn’t quench.
And one that wouldn’t last.
He was running with the hellhounds now and before he learned too much about his new undead life – it was time to take advantage of his…Newness.
After all, from here on in – they were going to BE the future.
MACGYVER
Title : Bleak Future
Pairing : Mac/Murdoc
Rating : R
Warnings : You can run, but you cannot escape: Tag for the ‘No Way Out’ fic
Wordcount : 400
He snapped awake, the bedroom cold, empty – dark. Just like -
‘No. Mustn’t think about that…’
He wrapped the sheet, tight, TIGHT across his hips and trudged to the window, confirming that the night was as silent, as dark, as his future, his hope.
He would never escape this.
Never.
He reached up to touch the tears that fell randomly down the hollows of his cheeks, indifferent, wondering – and chilled.
Never escape.
He sighed as the Phantom of his nightmares wrapped him in his iron embrace, his hold shadows and mist – hate and pain. A wonderful, dark madness that captured his heart and soul, and plunged him further into the Hell that he had never quite escaped.
He had run – but he had never gotten away.
He took comfort in this fact – and as the Creature placed hot, hateful kisses along his jaw, behind his ear – he let his mind fly away, as it always had at this moment, at this frozen droplet of time out of Time.
“Ah, how I’ve missed you my love.” The Creature – a remembrance of the Darkness, a figment of his weakened and shattered mind, clutched him in It’s hot, and liquid grip; a twisted remnant of his old self – the memory of a man who had been dead for over a year, and at the hand of victim.
A victim who longed to take it all back, a victim who had never let go, never escaped – who still lived in the Dark Realms the madman had created for him.
“Do you remember, love?” Was the smoky whisper. “Can you remember for me?”
“Yes…” He croaked and wept as the Madness descended on him again.
Of course he had never escaped – and he never would.
If you could never escape your past.
Then how could you run from the future?
And what did you do when time stopped and they were one and the same?
Simple.
You let hope die.
And you took your soul with it.
Tears, Madness and Pain -
He wept with the weight of it, and was grateful when his Past, his Future, overwhelmed what was left of him.
“Welcome to forever, my love…”
And then he screamed -
And he would never escape that, either.
STARGATE
Title : Last Chance
Pairing : Jack/Daniel
Rating : R
Warnings : How many roads must a man walk down: Tag for the ‘In the Valley of the Shadow of…’ fic
Wordcount : 200
“Hold on, Jack. Hold on – Teal’c, Sam – they’re coming. I…I know – ”
“Daniel…” A whispered hush in the gloom of pre-dawn, the splash of blood across his lips a dark ichor in the swelling light. So quiet, almost a sigh – but so LOUD in the stillness. “They’re not…coming...”
“Jack, don’t – ”
“Shhh… Dan-ny. Hush…now…” Pale, strained features relaxed into exhausted lines of pain, as his world fell away into temporary darkness.
Or, so Daniel hoped.
He hugged his arms to his chest and let his weary head drop onto his knees, shattered glasses thudding into the dirt beside the Colonel’s still form.
As the sun rose on the second day of carnage, the blood that lay spattered and splashed across the twisted bundle of cloth and equipment that was his best friend, his future lover.
And he knew what it was to see Death coming for his love – and he knew what it was to feel that despair, that fear.
“Sleep, Jack. They’ll come – you’ll see…” Though he no longer believed it.
He kissed his lips, for the first, and possibly the last time. “ I love you.”
And turned to watch the sun burst over the horizon in all its glory.
And the battlefield echoed with silence…
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