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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.
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fandom, character/pairing, prompt word/sentence.
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on 2010-01-11 04:45 am (UTC)"But I have this cream for rashes and honest to god it works like a charm, you'll be better before you can say - hey, where's he going?"
Jayne guffaws, "I bet he's allergic to girls!"
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on 2010-01-09 01:09 am (UTC)He usually has lunch with Jim so there's really no need for him to be here to make arrangements but lately he's been spending more time on the bridge and if it was just a crush he should be over it by now, luckily it doesn't matter if he missed out on any of that technobabble so he excuses himself and heads back to sickbay a little troubled.
He's only thirty years old, hardly ancient but there's a hell of a gap between eighteen and thirty, he doesn't even know what Chekov thinks of him and he's not going to go throwing himself at the unsupecting Chekov.
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on 2010-01-09 12:55 am (UTC)Angsty angst
on 2010-01-09 01:20 am (UTC)He doesn't try to hold back the tears as he holds his husband close, cries all over Jim's hair and would give anything for Jim to complain about his hair being messed up but those eyes are forever closed and just that thought alone triggers more tears.
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on 2010-01-09 12:59 am (UTC)cheer up, emo doctor. ._.
on 2010-01-09 10:01 am (UTC)For his part, he leaves the wall - that place, that time - entirely, and does not go back; there is nothing for him there but loss and pain, so he leaves, puts his mind to work, comes up with a project - a cross-dimensional transmission to send one final message to Rose, harnessing the power of a sun entering supernova to power it - and puts all of himself into that, because without a project to consume his attention, his grief will consume him instead.
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on 2010-01-09 03:33 am (UTC)The woman introduces herself, in an American accent, as Irene, and converses animatedly through the soup course, dark hair and dark eyes shining in the low light, after which Holmes and her husband are called away by the police inspector to advise on an earlier incident, leaving the two women alone at the table.
Mary finds herself somewhat lost for words, intimidated, perhaps, by this young woman's beauty and wit, and excuses herself: "I won't be a moment," to which Irene replies with a bold wink, "Care for a hand powdering your nose?" and frankly, Mary knows her husband well, well enough to know he takes his comfort elsewhere sometimes; tonight, she decides, returning Irene's coy smile and leading the way away from the table, she and this fiery American beauty shall do the same themselves.
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on 2010-01-10 07:50 pm (UTC)Jim smiles at the earnest look on his lover's face "you really want to marry me, will there always be Shakespeare?"
Bones kisses him, "of course", it had started as a way of wooing Jim almost three years ago and now he knows some of the pieces as well as Jim does but he loves the sonnets best because somehow a man who died many centuries ago knows exactly how he feels about Jim and he loves that this is something they can share.
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on 2010-01-09 05:33 pm (UTC)Doyler raises an eyebrow; And which of us has the experience here? he asks pointedly, and grasps Jim's length with a casual friendly hand, delighting in Jim's surprised little gasp, if I say you're enough to keep me interested forever, pal o' me heart, then you had better believe me.
Jim ducks his head, looks up through his lashes; he does not look convinced, but it's no matter; Doyler will convince him one way or another that he's the most beautiful thing Doyler's ever been gifted with, no matter how long it takes him.
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on 2010-01-09 01:31 pm (UTC)Ten/Rose
on 2010-01-31 07:15 pm (UTC)He replies ruefully, forcing a bitter smile: "About two minutes."
She cries, and he breaks into a million little pieces - he's got a time machine, he's a bloody Time Lord, and she's gone from him anyway, lost among universes in the uncrossable streams of time.
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on 2010-01-18 06:04 am (UTC)Jake knows these things and he learns them swiftly and firmly because he can't let anyone die, can't fail his ragtag group of trying-to-preserve-our-freedom fighters; he is the leader and that means he has to be the best, for their sake.
If that means he must be first into the breach, or last, then he will do it; if it means that he has to take a bullet for their sakes, or worse, then he will do it without hesitation; he might be a teenage boy but he is also an Andalite bandit and he must act, or all will be lost.
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