May. 5th, 2011

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For Lent this year I decided to write a drabble a day. I missed 2-3 days because of extenuating circumstances, but I'm posting these here and now, by fandom. Disclaimer: I don't own any of these fandoms, and wrote these pieces just for fun!

Fifth batch: Misc fandoms: Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, Fraggle Rock, Doctor Who, RPF West End & Broadway Composers, Sherlock BBC, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Wars, Torchwood, Star Trek: The Original Series, Harry Turtledove's World War series

Title: Missing Scene
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: [ profile] m_cobweb requested Severus Snape and Gilderoy Lockhart!

Lockhart was practicing his smile on his second best side when Severus Snape swept into the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom.

“What are you teaching those students?” he snapped, picking up Travels with Trolls. “This?”

“Why yes, Prof--”

“Fiction,” bit out Snape. “Teach something useful. Dueling?” He leaned forward and Lockhart took a step back.

Lockhart swallowed. “Th-that might be an acceptable addition to--”

The corner of Snape's mouth stretched in what might be called a smile. “Good. I'll arrange it with Dumbledore, then.”

Lockhart sat heavily. He was doomed.


Title: A Thrill
Fandom: Anne of Green Gables
Prompt: [ profile] goawayplease wanted something about the young Anne in Anne of Green Gables!

Anne followed the tree line, just as Matthew said. She could hear it, a burbling counterpoint to the birdsong that filled the elms and maples. The breeze brought the scent of water to her nose, and she was at the brook. It frothed over stones and swirled and eddied and stilled at points, creating pools where she could almost see fish. She walked along the edge, eagerly searching for the next marvelous find. Lily pads lined a wider place in the brook, and a willow tree dripped graceful branches into the water.

Anne sighed. “Oh, thank you, thank you!”


Title: A Quiet Place
Fandom: Fraggle Rock
Prompt: [ profile] mooseloon requested Fraggle Rock, with Fraggles and Doozers. I did my best.

Mokey had a quiet place. As much as she loved the other Fraggles, sometimes the noise was just too much. But one day she went there, just to listen to the moss grow, and found a Doozer work crew instead.

“What are you doing here?” she cried.

“We're building something new.” said Cotterpin Doozer. “But the others make fun of us for trying.”

Mokey sighed. “Can you build quietly?”

Cotterpin shook her head. “No, but we can build quickly.”

Mokey took a breath. “We can share, then.” Cotterpin agreed.

The spiraling structure was delicious.


Title: Madman with a Box
Fandom: Doctor Who, Amy Pond
Prompt: [ profile] xabumtik asked for Amelia Pond when she hears the Tardis returning.

She'd dreamed that noise so often that she didn't realize she was awake until she touched the cold window. It was there, the TARDIS, just as she hoped. Of course this was the night he would come, her wedding was tomorrow. Briefly, the thought of not going out to the garden passed through her mind. Just as quickly, she dismissed the idea.

Amy pulled her robe on and slipped her feet into the ancient keds she used as house shoes. She breezed past her wedding dress without a second glance.

The Doctor was not going to leave without her again.


Title: Negotiations
Fandom: RPF, Broadway and West End composers.
Prompt: [ profile] rocza asked for Stephen Sondheim and Sir Andrew Lloyd Webber, discussing Gilbert & Sullivan.

“So Stephen,” said Andrew, as he tickled a melody on the piano, “Cameron and I would like you to judge our next reality show.”

“Who are you looking for this time?” Stephen leaned casually over. “Also, you need a tuner.”

Andrew listened for a moment. Yes, the high F was off. “Touring company of Pinafore. We're calling it 'Find Our Fred!”

Stephen leaned forward. “Double the pay and I'll do it.”

“You don't even know how much we're offering?” Andrew sneered.

“Don't need to. Double it.” Stephen said. “Then we'll talk.”


Title: Music Piracy is Illegal, Even for Wizards
Fandom: Harry Potter
Prompt: [ profile] executrix asked for Hermione tries to draft music copyright rules for the Wizarding World? The opening line is the picture that popped into my head with the prompt. Set in a Very Peaceful Future.

Hermione sat in her office at the Ministry of Magic and banged her head on her desk.

“Why are you doing that?” asked Harry.

“Because it feels so good when I stop.” retorted Hermione. “Some bright young Wizard decided that a note-taking spell could be adjusted to copy music, and now I have to deal with cease and desist letters from recording companies because the Wizard equivalent of Kazaa is now online.” She banged her head again. “Why me?”

“Because you are the best at Muggle/Wizard relations ever?”

Hermione glared at him. “Shut. Up.”


Title: A Conversation That Never Happened
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Prompt: [ profile] thexphial said I'd love to see an interaction between Lestrade and Mycroft Holmes.

“You wanted to see me?” Lestrade omitted the 'sir' on purpose, since he didn't know this man from Adam, even if he did have a posh office.

The man turned and leaned on his cane. “Yes.” Lestrade noticed that his face held a subtle humor, as if everything and nothing amused him. “You work with Sherlock Holmes.” A statement of fact.

“Yes.” Lestrade replied.

The man raised an eyebrow, inviting more detail. Lestrade said nothing. “Keep on, then.” he said, and turned away.

“Very good.” snapped Lestrade. This man was more annoying than Sherlock.


Title: Somewhere in the Multiverse
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation and surprise fandom
Prompt: [ profile] goawayplease said: Okay -- you know how Jean-Luc Picard has a Scottish accent, even though he's a Frenchman... What if that was a thing, instead of something people failed to change in their show bible once they cast the best actor for the part. I was thinking "Hey! What if he's a spy, or an alien, or something...", but I'm sure you'll come up with a better reason why a Frenchman played by someone whose accent can't be erased is a good idea.

Picard knelt before the mirror. “What is thy bidding, my master?”

An image of a hooded figure filled the glass. “Have you achieved our goal?”

“Yes, my master.”

“Excellent.” The sunken face twisted in a grotesque parody of a grin. “Use all of your skill to gain the loyalty of your crew. In ten years, you shall return”

Picard bowed his head. “As you wish, Master.”

It would be difficult to hide his Dark Side power from the Betazoid, but he would do it. For the Emperor Palpatine, the Empire, and the Dark Side.


Title: It's Worse Than That...
Fandom: Torchwood/Star Trek TOS
Prompt: [ profile] malinaldarose asked for Captain Jack Harkness in a Star Trek 'verse. I went for TOS. Hope you like it! I had to use the iconic line...

“He's dead, Jim.” said McCoy.

The corpse suddenly took a deep breath and sat up. McCoy jumped back. The man looked around and grinned. “Hello!” He aimed a charming smile at Kirk and held out his hand. “Captain Jack Harkness.”

“Captain James Kirk, of the Enterprise.” Jim accepted the offered hand. “Bones here said you were dead.”

Harkness shrugged insouciantly. “Didn't take.”

“We found you in Sector Seven inside an escape pod with no oxygen remaining.” Kirk was clearly amused.

Spock watched the subtle byplay between Kirk and the newcomer. “Fascinating.”


Title: Run
Fandom: Harry Turtledove: World War Series. World War Series on Wikipedia
Prompt: [ profile] mortalwombat731 wrote: How about something for Earth Day, culminating in the line of your choice (optimistic or damn-we-suck) of lines from near the end of "The Christmas Invasion"? Okay sweetie! Suppose the Lizards came in 2042 instead of 1942? The Race looks like bipedal lizards, a bit shorter than humans.

“Fleetlord, we are being hailed by Tosevites.”

“By those fur wearing savages?” Atvar scoffed. “It cannot be.”

The main screen lit up, filled with a Tosevite face. “You are trespassing on Earth territory. Leave now.”

“Who are you to claim this?” Atvar shot back.

“The United Earth Federation. This is your only warning.”

Atvar sneered. “You're bluffing.”

The Tosevite spoke a single word. A blast of light shot from a satellite near the gas giant and vaporized one of the ships. Atvar froze in astonishment.

The Tosevite stretched his mobile mouth. “Run.”
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