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a-phoenixdragon.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 17th, 2005 01:58 pm)Hey, guys! It's me again!
I know, I know... Late as usual, but I got it in this week! LOL!
Unfortunately, it's not as good as I hoped it would be - the orginal stories that I had planned on flew right out of my head (of course!) and I was left with these...
Let me know what you think! (Flames will be used to light Yule fires, raspberries will be filed away for further consideration at a later date!)
Now, on to the (hopefully) goodies!
Fandom: Angel
Title: The First Man Down
Pairing(s): Wes/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dark!fic (of course…)
Wordcount: 200
He finally had it. The tome, the one thing that could save him from death, yet again. He spoke the words of power, drawing the power of the house around him with the last of his strength, his will the only thing that drove him.
Two hours later, he was rewarded.
He rose from the floor and thought reflectively on joining the rest of the gang – to fight to the last man the final good fight.
‘Wes, I need you to go to Vale’s. You know what to do.’
He looked out the window to the fires and chaos that raged around the city, and thought about it.
But, no.
Not this time.
Angel would have to fix this blunder he had gotten them into on his own. Too bad he was taking the rest of them with him.
He stopped to mourn the loss of his friends, the loss of the life he had known; even though most of it had been a lie.
And that in the end, was what decided him.
Alive and whole, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce exited the mansion, picking a direction on the street that was far from the noise and explosions of battle, and walked away; the last survivor of Los Angeles Branch of Wolfram and Hart.
And it felt damn good.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: That Which One Cannot Witness
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implied Sexual Abuse, Dark!fic
Wordcount: 100
Dull, pounding screams from overhead – steady, monotonous and chilling.
He knew, knew what was happening; but being helpless to stop it, he could only listen and wait until it was over.
There had to be a way to fix this, had to be a way to stop that creature from hurting MacGyver ever again.
But how do you kill what seemed to be, to all intents and purposes – a ghost?
So he listened, and felt his heart freeze and break with each soft cry, each creak from overhead – knowing that in the end, he would be there to pick up the pieces.
He also knew that when Mac finally shattered, he would be unable to stop it –
Some broken things can’t be fixed.
And some people were irreplaceable.
Ahhh, the consequences -
Of Silence.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: What is Broken
Pairing(s): Jack/Other
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic
Wordcount: 200
He swallowed another handful of pain pills, the shrieking throb of his broken fingers the only thing that drove him; making his mind cloudy and focused at the same time.
As long as he didn’t come back tonight.
He shivered and wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders, dully flipping through channels to find something to distract him until the pills did their job; the irony being that he had done this often enough to know how long it was going to take.
And how long it as going to take for his fingers to heal, how long he was going to be out of commission –
A knock at the door.
He reflexively cringed but stood to answer it. If it was Daniel, he would find a way to make him go home. If it was Miles –
He would have to find a way to get fixed again and do an end run around Janet at the Mountain.
He sighed and looked blearily at his mangled knuckles, wondering how he had managed to squeak by with his last excuse. His explanations were starting to wear thin, he knew.
As was his ability to bounce back.
Well, hope you all liked it! I'll catch you on the flipside!
Hugs and kisses,
Mandy
I know, I know... Late as usual, but I got it in this week! LOL!
Unfortunately, it's not as good as I hoped it would be - the orginal stories that I had planned on flew right out of my head (of course!) and I was left with these...
Let me know what you think! (Flames will be used to light Yule fires, raspberries will be filed away for further consideration at a later date!)
Now, on to the (hopefully) goodies!
Fandom: Angel
Title: The First Man Down
Pairing(s): Wes/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Dark!fic (of course…)
Wordcount: 200
He finally had it. The tome, the one thing that could save him from death, yet again. He spoke the words of power, drawing the power of the house around him with the last of his strength, his will the only thing that drove him.
Two hours later, he was rewarded.
He rose from the floor and thought reflectively on joining the rest of the gang – to fight to the last man the final good fight.
‘Wes, I need you to go to Vale’s. You know what to do.’
He looked out the window to the fires and chaos that raged around the city, and thought about it.
But, no.
Not this time.
Angel would have to fix this blunder he had gotten them into on his own. Too bad he was taking the rest of them with him.
He stopped to mourn the loss of his friends, the loss of the life he had known; even though most of it had been a lie.
And that in the end, was what decided him.
Alive and whole, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce exited the mansion, picking a direction on the street that was far from the noise and explosions of battle, and walked away; the last survivor of Los Angeles Branch of Wolfram and Hart.
And it felt damn good.
Fandom: MacGyver
Title: That Which One Cannot Witness
Pairing(s): MacGyver/Murdoc
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Implied Sexual Abuse, Dark!fic
Wordcount: 100
Dull, pounding screams from overhead – steady, monotonous and chilling.
He knew, knew what was happening; but being helpless to stop it, he could only listen and wait until it was over.
There had to be a way to fix this, had to be a way to stop that creature from hurting MacGyver ever again.
But how do you kill what seemed to be, to all intents and purposes – a ghost?
So he listened, and felt his heart freeze and break with each soft cry, each creak from overhead – knowing that in the end, he would be there to pick up the pieces.
He also knew that when Mac finally shattered, he would be unable to stop it –
Some broken things can’t be fixed.
And some people were irreplaceable.
Ahhh, the consequences -
Of Silence.
Fandom: Stargate
Title: What is Broken
Pairing(s): Jack/Other
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Angst, Dark!fic
Wordcount: 200
He swallowed another handful of pain pills, the shrieking throb of his broken fingers the only thing that drove him; making his mind cloudy and focused at the same time.
As long as he didn’t come back tonight.
He shivered and wrapped the blanket tighter around his shoulders, dully flipping through channels to find something to distract him until the pills did their job; the irony being that he had done this often enough to know how long it was going to take.
And how long it as going to take for his fingers to heal, how long he was going to be out of commission –
A knock at the door.
He reflexively cringed but stood to answer it. If it was Daniel, he would find a way to make him go home. If it was Miles –
He would have to find a way to get fixed again and do an end run around Janet at the Mountain.
He sighed and looked blearily at his mangled knuckles, wondering how he had managed to squeak by with his last excuse. His explanations were starting to wear thin, he knew.
As was his ability to bounce back.
Well, hope you all liked it! I'll catch you on the flipside!
Hugs and kisses,
Mandy
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