Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

[caramelsilver]

This is a challenge where you answer a prompt with a fic consisting of only three sentences. It's open to all fandoms and you can post and answer as many prompts as you like. Only one prompt per comment please.

When posting a prompt please format it this way:

fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.

Lastly, please pimp this to your flist, I'd like as many as possible to come and participate!

Have fun!

If you have any questions ask them to the first comment.

Edit December 10th: Thanks to the brilliant grim_lupine we now have a delicious account. So head on over there to find some unfilled prompts: three_sentence_ficathon's delicious bookmarks.

A small note from grim_lupine who's organizing the delicious archive: "So I'm not familiar with all the fandoms here; sometimes when people post a ficlet they abbreviate a fandom and sometimes they don't (like BSG versus Battlestar Galactica, but I know that one) so I might have it listed twice in the delicious tags. If someone notices something messed up they can comment below." -- So do that, and when requesting something new, please use the fandom's whole name.

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[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Claire Novak, how do you ignore the Apocalypse?

[elliemurasaki.livejournal.com]

Claire watches the lightning: on the news, the economy isn't improving, neither is the climate, a country in Africa is about to make it illegal to be both alive and gay (and whatever God's thoughts on gays, if He meant them to die, He wouldn't let them live), another town in America has taken a bloody nosedive off the radar.

Claire watches the lightning: her father is out there somewhere, the armor of God so that an angel can take his stand against the devil's schemes; for a while, she was the same, and she might yet be again, because it's in her blood to ride the lightning.

Claire turns from the window: she has a project for social studies, and a sleepover with Amy and Taneisha; it's just lightning—it's not the end of the world.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Winona, alone again

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

She used to stare up at the sky at night when her father was off on missions, waiting for him to come back, just her and her mother. Joining Starfleet was as much a way of making him wait as anything else at first.

Now she is waiting again, alone under a bright blue Iowa sky as her son travels the stars, and she wonders how much of him leaving is punishing her.

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Jill/Eustace, fanciable

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

"So, Jill, this Eustace boy, what is he really like?"

"What do you mean?" Jill asks, scowling up at her sister, who is carefully applying make-up before the mirror in their bedroom.

"You know what I mean," Elizabeth says coyly, finishing off her lipstick with a flourish, "Is he fanciable?"

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Barney/Robin, auld lang syne

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Lucy, tricked

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

It's a trick, you see, the girl says, smiling at him enigmatically, nothing like the foolish vacant little-girl smile she had bestowed upon him earlier; the Calormen soldier grits his teeth and draws his sword in one smooth movement, ready to stab through this foul witch around whom the trees dance and whisper, who stands prouder than any woman he has ever seen.

He hasn't taken more than a step forward before the girl makes a quick throwing motion, and her knife goes flying, scoring a line of hot pain across his arm; the next instant he hears the drumming thunder of horse's hooves, and he knows he is lost.

Your name?, he asks, for he would know the name of the one who lied to him so bold-faced and is so much more than she seems; Queen Lucy the Valiant, she says quietly, of Narnia.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

biblical, Jesus, Ris'n with healing in his wings

[pleonasm]

Late for Christmas; my apologies.

********

She was only half-conscious, hovering in that comfortable place between sleep and waking, where she didn't have to think about pain or the accident or getting out of bed (always an ordeal), when she realized something was off; trying not to drift into full awareness, she shifted her feet, looking for what was different, but unable to find it until she realized that her feet were working, that she could feel them for the first time in almost ten years.

Her eyes flew open and she sat up, gasping, in the darkness of her room; it was Christmas, she registered at the very bottom of her consciousness, but that wasn't nearly as important as her feet, and she looked down at them, and wiggled her toes, which were whole and as perfect as they had been at her birth.

There was warmth around her, and a sense of wonder; someone whispered, "Well, are you coming?" in her ear, and without hesitation, she rose to follow Him.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Narnia, Peter and Edmund, beating up Lucy's first suitor

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

“What I’m doing is—is calling to mind, in perfect clarity, that our sister has a habit of…flying like a cat—-nay, a lioness—at someone who’s just done something she deems damnable— you do know she carries that dagger under all her ball dresses?”

“If anything, she’ll be fascinated—I didn’t even know you could do that with a— what in the blazes did you knock him out cold with? ”

“The very chess piece he hurled at me, of course,” the High King said, with a completely straight face; Edmund clucked his tongue, muttering, “Wish I’d thought of that.”

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, a loud person/a quiet person, Silent Night

Unheavenly Peace (Dick/Mac, from "Veronica Mars")

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

“Turn. It. Off---my brother fucking loved that song,” Dick is grousing and Mac is already gearing up for pain-pang-number-eleven (yeah, she’s counting…shut up) when Dick adds, kicking at her foot, “…and anyways, who sings about virgins and then. sings about ‘heavenly peace’; who came up with that, huh?”

Mac snorts and bites down on the snarky remark that had been percolating, and she puts on Jingle Bell Rock instead; Dick mutters that if he sorta tilts his head this way, and the light from the TV hits her that way, and she puts on the Santa hat sideways; she sorta looks like Lindsay-when-she-was-in-Mean-Girls(well! At least it isn’t a porn star he’s comparing her to this time.)

He isn’t at all drunk(…oh yeah, her fault), and she isn’t totally sober(his brother’s fault); it isn’t really Christmas anymore and they both aren’t totally all right; but when he sits gamely through Love Actually and over-identifies with the horny guy character, she sweeps her fingers through his weirdly soft hair (he’s half-asleep, so…yeah) and she doesn’t go away(like he said she should, five hours ago.)

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Newsies, Spot Conlon, in the headlights of a stretch car, you're a star

[notoriousreign.livejournal.com]

Spot always had those dreams where he was a super-star at one of those real ritzy parties--of course, who didn't imagine things like these? They were common knowledge.
When he woke up from his dreams to govern the Brooklyn Newsies, he would always end his musings over what his fame would come from; "I know I ain't becoming no tap-dancer."

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Skins, Maxxie/author's choice, you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles

[caramelsilver.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam, and in this darkness when I'm blind with what I can't forget.

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

It's dark all around him, too dark, the kind that burns brighter than any light ever could; it's dark with his sins and the blood he has spilled and consumed, blood fresh and scarlet dripping down the throats of people he could not save, blood drying black and putrid as the bodies pile up all around him; he knows this is all in his own head, but that doesn't make it any less terrifying, it doesn't stop him from tearing at his own skin in an effort to make it stop.

Lucifer whispers in his ear in his head I'm inside you, Sammy boy, my special one, he whispers to him just say yes and this can all go away; the Devil speaks to him in myriad tongues, but he understands all of them at the most visceral level: they all plead entice cajole threaten force him to give in, just give in and say yes, you know there's nothing else to do, there's nothing else for you here, Sammy.

Sammy: there's only one person allowed to call him that, and in the darkness of his own mind, all Sam can hold onto is Dean, Dean you have to come for me, because I can't be strong forever.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, author's choice, waiting for the world to change

[samueljames]

He's done it, in less than ideal circumstances of course, he's Captain Kirk and he's proud of that except that feeling that he hoped to quash with this achievement is still there eating away at him like his promotion didn't mean anything. He's wanted this, thought it'd bring him closer to his father or be a fuck you to anyone who ever doubted him but now he's certain this posting is a double edged sword, a brilliant reward but also a test to see if he screws up. He assumed that the negative self-talk in his head would stop but he's never let that voice have the last word before, he'll fight against it like he always does to spur him on to greatness.

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione, pre-series

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

She takes to books as a form of escape, at first, and soon finds they're the best friends she's ever had; they don't laugh at her or bully her, and they don't treat her like her intelligence is something to be ashamed of; they teach her things, things that she's sure those other children don't know, and it gives her a power that's her own secret.

Sometimes she thinks it might be easier if she were to draw back, hide how smart she is, let the awkward silence lengthen in class when no one else knows the answer, instead of shooting her hand up as far as it can stretch; she's not funny and she's not pretty, and all she has is her brain, but maybe if she held that back people would like her--maybe she'd have friends.

Mouth set stubbornly, she resolves to never let anyone scare her into hiding who she is; anyway, she's one hundred times smarter than any of those ignorant little children who taunt her--she's going to go places someday, and anyone who wants to be her friend will just have to love her as she is.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, playing hookey

Narnia, Edmund and Peter

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

"We shouldn't be doing this," Peter hisses, but follows Edmund over the high wall with ease, trundling after him with his hands tucked in his pockets, disapproving frown locked in place; Edmund looks at him sidelong and smirks, says archly, "High King Peter's too scared of a few school rules to cut class?"

Peter scowls and kicks at Edmund's legs, almost tripping him (Edmund's balance is better than any of his siblings' and more than once he's nearly driven Peter into an early grave by walking the length of the roof, lost in thought), and they tussle briefly and companionably, but when they're done Peter straightens up into a posture that suggests the ghost presence of a crown and a high-backed throne.

"Those rules are in place for a reason," he says, but it's in a mild tone, as if he's only speaking out of a sense that someone has to be the voice of reason, and it's never going to be Edmund; Edmund snorts and counters, "Yes, to keep us all safe and brainless in our nice little prison--but it's not as if this place can afford us any danger; anyway, I only had maths and you had history, and the one I can teach in my sleep and the other is too ridiculous for you to learn; we're not meant for a cage, Peter, even one in the guise of a school, and sometimes you need me to break you out of it."

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga/author's choice, sharp dressed man.

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

Star Trek XI, author's choice, "We can't stop here! This is bat country!"

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Eustace, insomniac

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

The Dawn Treader, above all else, is noisy. The ship creaks, the sails snap, the waves splash against her sides, whatever's stored below shifts, men (and mice) snore and fart and -- other things that Eustace isn't going to think about -- and all of it combines to leave Eustace stiff in his hammock, staring up at the wooden ceiling only a foot from his nose, if that.

The worst of it is that Lucy sighs every morning that the Dawn Treader is just so peaceful.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, John Hart/Ianto, eye-candy.

[samueljames]

Flah Forward, Mark/Demetri, watching Star Trek XI (obv crack prompt)

[alder-knight.livejournal.com]

THIS IS THE BEST IDEA EVER.

Alas, I have never seen Flash Forward.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Jim, Even when the world is falling apart

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Riker, Some will win, some will lose, some are born to play the blues

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Chemistry, salt/water, "If you're not part of the solution, you're part of the precipitate."

[katakokk.livejournal.com]

Not really what your prompt says exactly, more like after the prompt's taken place, in a way? Sorry!

--

"What are you?" the sodium ion asks defensively, "Certainly, you're not an acid."

"No, no, no," the nitrate ion stutters out, "I'm not an acid, I'm a salt."

"You're in solution," the sodium points out airily.

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Jim, Out here in the fields I work for my meals

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Corin, the only thing in the world he's completely terrified of

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

When Corin was a boy, he used to lie in his bed and count the stars from his bedroom window, wondering if his twin was doing the same thing, if his twin was ever alive. Follow the north star, he used to whisper, and you'll come home. Because Cor has to come home, someday he has to come home, he has to know that he's missing something, some part of him.

[redsilverchains.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia/Dead Poets Society, Susan/Todd, and all that's best of dark and bright

[grim-lupine.livejournal.com]

He has no heart for poetry after Neil; that one moment when he stands atop his desk and sends off Mr. Keating like the captain he really is feels like coming alive, like breathing properly again, but when it's done he looks to his side, expecting to see Neil there grinning at him wildly, and the stabbing pain in his heart when he remembers again is too painful for him to let it happen one more time; it is easier for him to retreat into practicality and follow the path his parents and teachers have set for him--poetry is beautiful like rebellion, but that beauty hurts him too much to stand.

He meets a girl, later in life, who tells him her name is Susan; he meets her once and asks her to dinner after that, because the age-old pain in her eyes is as familiar to him as the breath he draws into his lungs--it's the same pain he sees in the mirror every morning, when he looks around him at his staid mundane life and tries not to hear Neil's voice in his head saying But why have you given up, Todd?

Because, he thinks to himself, because giving up is easy and living with love and beauty only to have it ripped away from you when you least expect it is too much for me; I won't go through it again, I will not; at dinner he asks Susan, on a sudden impulse, and what do you dream about?; her answer, after a moment, comes I used to dream--I don't think I can do it anymore, and that is when he settles back into his chair with a sigh that sounds a little like relief and a little like empathy and a little like the weariness with which he's been living his life might be easing slightly away.

(Wow, this turned out long. And probably angstier than you wanted, sorry. :D)