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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 2010-01-20 12:44 pm (UTC)(Anyone read this book? I can't wait for the next one; this ship is gonna have some crazytimes XD)
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on 2010-01-20 10:01 pm (UTC)"So, you want to be a hunter?" Jo says, all blond hair and charm, and Sarah bristles slightly--this wasn't an easy decision for her to make, and it hasn't been made any easier by those people who treat her with condescension, all oh it's a phase she'll break out of when she starts getting her hands dirty--but she realizes there's nothing but humor and appraisal and a little empathy in Jo's eyes.
"Yeah," Sarah says, and somehow that moment feels a little like a window opening in her life; Jo smiles at her and says, "It's hard, isn't it? Going back to your normal life when you know what's out there?" and Sarah nods, newly short-cut nails digging into her palms, and she says, "I just want to help."
"Good," Jo says firmly, "we can use all the help we can get," and she tosses a bright grin at Sarah, leaning over to tuck a stray lock of hair behind Sarah's ear; "Plus," Jo continues, winking casually, "it's not all work; we find plenty of time to play too."
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on 2010-01-24 12:26 pm (UTC)The second time Noah kissed Rachel, it was a dare and the next time he saw her he threw a slushy in her face.
The third time Noah kissed Rachel, Noah was no longer Noah, but Puck, and Puck kissed Rachel to make her stop singing; this time it was much more enjoyable.
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on 2010-01-21 03:38 pm (UTC)"I bet psycholinguistics is a whole different field when you apply it to different races," Reid says thoughtfully, and Kirk leans forward with a groan to plant his face on the cool metal of the bridge.
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on 2010-01-22 07:52 am (UTC)And when that force fails, or goes sour, or is cut off at the source, that's when things really start falling apart around him.
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on 2010-01-24 12:37 pm (UTC)Standing in the most recluse corner of the garden he lighted up his third cigarette of the day and prayed to Aslan that his mother wouldn't discover him (The White Witch had nothing on his mother when she got angry.)
He supposed that it was kind of ironic that his method of dealing with his anxieties had him outside standing in the bloody thing.
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on 2010-01-27 11:39 pm (UTC)"No, how could I be, with all this ice cutting us off from our own hearts," he answered, and if his voice shook a little, who could blame him?
She reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear, "Oh Edmund, dear heart, you're shivering; let me warm you," and he felt a bit of that ice melt at her words.
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on 2010-01-23 12:10 am (UTC)"I could hardly just leave you there, now could I? Besides, I was just returning the favor."
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on 2010-01-27 02:37 am (UTC)Engrossed in the files on her screen, Tosh begins to answer: "Didn't get a chance, actually - I stayed over to finish running these scans last night, time being of the essence on this case, so I haven't really eaten since..." but her voice trails off as the delicious aroma of hot pastry and roasted coffee beans sinks in, and she looks over, a little bit frazzled and clearly surprised.
"Two croissants - one with Nutella filling, know they're your favorite - and one tall hazlenut with a shot of espresso, skim milk, two sugars," says Owen with a half smile as he leans in to give her a peck on the cheek and then walks away, ignoring her bewildered, slightly red-cheeked expression: "Don't mind me, go on and finish whatever you were doing - you can thank me later."
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on 2010-01-22 12:48 am (UTC)Supernatural, Constance Welch, I can never go home
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on 2010-01-22 01:22 am (UTC)She walks onto the bridge and prays that, whatever comes after, she never has to face them again.
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on 2010-01-22 01:17 am (UTC)"No stop signs, speed limit," Dean sings at the top of his lungs, "nobody's gonna slow me down, take the wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me 'round, hey Satan, paid my dues—dude what the ever-loving fuck!"
Sam sends the cassette sailing out the window.
(A year later, nearly to the day, Sam loads the song onto his iPod and adds it to the playlist entitled 'Dean'.)
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