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.

Comments

[pleonasm]

She doesn't know the right words for the tension, so she doesn't say anything about it, because Brennan wants to be confident in debate, and to know all the facts beforehand.

But there's something in the way he watches her, his face closed but his eyes sharp, the way his gaze lingers over her hands when she gestures, the spark of amusement that rests in all but their most fierce arguments, and Brennan does not understand this. She does not understand people, and Booth never hesitates to remind her of this, but she's beginning to think it's more upsetting that she doesn't understand him, and she doesn't know why that should be true, but it is.