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caramelsilver) wrote2010-01-30 02:25 am
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Welcome to the Three Sentence Fic-A-Thon:

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!
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Edit December 10th: Thanks to the brilliant
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Middle Ground
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Sometimes Jim worries that he doesn't know who he is when there's no excitement around; it's all flash, bangs and action with him, never being still (stillness leaves room for introspection, too much thought, and thinking's never done anything for him but leave him discontented). If the world isn't going to hell where he stands, then what use is he (and if there's no use for him, people will leave, they always leave)?
"Just sit here with me, Jim," Bones says softly, threading their fingers together and pulling him close, and the look in his eyes is both heated and lazy and--oh, Jim thinks, oh, maybe this isn't so hard after all.
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