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self-portraitz.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Jul. 24th, 2008 11:26 pm)Title: Observation Report
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Riley/Spike
Prompt: Report
On a desktop, hundreds of yards underneath the ground, in a hidden government building, Riley Finn opens a blank Observation Report.
‘This writer,’ he begins to type, ‘on the above stated time and date has detected and identified the truant Hostile 17.’
He stares at the words and reads them over and over again. He places his hands on the keyboard and takes a deep breath.
‘Hostile 17 is located…’
Riley stops, his eyes focus on the flashing icon that demands he finish his sentence. His hand slowly wanders to the scar hidden underneath his military uniform.
It tingles and burns. “Spike,” he whispers to no one.
He hits the back space until the report is blank. Agent Finn has always thought his country came first, but it seems he’s misjudged himself.
Title: Yearly Stats
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Prompt: Report
Wilson walks into House’s office reading the report on House’s yearly stats.
“Ten patients in the last six months. Nine successful.”
House looks up from his desktop with a raised brow.
“Pretty impressive,” Wilson states with sarcasm as he throws down the report. He doesn’t know why he still uses sarcasm with House, it never works out the way he wants it too.
House smiles up at him as he twirls in his chair, “really, cause all I wanted for Christmas was Wilson’s approval. It looks like Santa’s list is still bias.”
Wilson shakes his head as he sits down and watches the other man twirl around and around. His blue eyes focus on Wilson whenever he turns in his direction. He smiles when their eyes meet, and he watches the back of House’s head when he turns around for another loop.
“You here on Cuddy’s orders to yell at me for my stats?” House asks.
Wilson laughs, “will it do any good?”
House doesn’t answer and Wilson doesn’t care. House stops twirling in his chair and they stare into each other’s eyes. The pretense of meeting half way around each turn is gone and the smile on Wilson’s face slowly fades.
They don’t break eye contact.
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Riley/Spike
Prompt: Report
On a desktop, hundreds of yards underneath the ground, in a hidden government building, Riley Finn opens a blank Observation Report.
‘This writer,’ he begins to type, ‘on the above stated time and date has detected and identified the truant Hostile 17.’
He stares at the words and reads them over and over again. He places his hands on the keyboard and takes a deep breath.
‘Hostile 17 is located…’
Riley stops, his eyes focus on the flashing icon that demands he finish his sentence. His hand slowly wanders to the scar hidden underneath his military uniform.
It tingles and burns. “Spike,” he whispers to no one.
He hits the back space until the report is blank. Agent Finn has always thought his country came first, but it seems he’s misjudged himself.
Title: Yearly Stats
Fandom: House MD
Pairing: House/Wilson
Prompt: Report
Wilson walks into House’s office reading the report on House’s yearly stats.
“Ten patients in the last six months. Nine successful.”
House looks up from his desktop with a raised brow.
“Pretty impressive,” Wilson states with sarcasm as he throws down the report. He doesn’t know why he still uses sarcasm with House, it never works out the way he wants it too.
House smiles up at him as he twirls in his chair, “really, cause all I wanted for Christmas was Wilson’s approval. It looks like Santa’s list is still bias.”
Wilson shakes his head as he sits down and watches the other man twirl around and around. His blue eyes focus on Wilson whenever he turns in his direction. He smiles when their eyes meet, and he watches the back of House’s head when he turns around for another loop.
“You here on Cuddy’s orders to yell at me for my stats?” House asks.
Wilson laughs, “will it do any good?”
House doesn’t answer and Wilson doesn’t care. House stops twirling in his chair and they stare into each other’s eyes. The pretense of meeting half way around each turn is gone and the smile on Wilson’s face slowly fades.
They don’t break eye contact.
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