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Remember this post, where I promised to write a drabble for the first ten people who commented? Well, I am as good as my word, and they're done! (Incidentally, only three people commented, so if anyone else should want a drabble, feel free to make a request. I won't set the internet police on you if you don't post the meme on your journal in return.)

There's some fanfic "rule" out there that drabbles should be 100 words long. "Phooey!" I say. "I don't play by the rules!" So without further ado:

For: [ profile] professor_spork
Prompt: Amy/Rory: second is better than first.
Fandom: Doctor Who

Title: "When Second is Better Than First"
Word Count: 454

Amy likes to race. On the playground, on the walk home; to the lunchroom in the school hallway when she knows the hall monitor could catch them. “Race you there!” she shouts over her shoulder, having already stolen a good head start.

When they’re little, Rory’s desperate to beat her. He knows how unlikely it is he’ll ever win one of their races (Amy makes the rules, and she doesn’t play fair), but he still feels he has something to prove, as if he’ll win a prize for besting her in a race. He never does beat her, though.

When they enter their teen years, he stops trying completely, letting her run herself silly until she realizes he isn’t chasing her, and she’s forced to wait for him at their destination, a hollow victory he fails to acknowledge. “First!” she crows triumphantly. “Whatever…” he answers with his newfound teenaged sarcasm.


It’s Halloween and they’re 16 years old, walking home from a fancy dress party at Jeff’s house. Rory’s a gangster, in his father’s too-big suit and a fedora, and Amy is dressed as a flapper in a ridiculously short dress covered in fringe; she has feathers in her hair.

Colin’s older brother came through for him, and provided a couple bottles of rum to spike their Cokes, so they’re just a little bit tipsy, giggling and bumping into each on the pavement. When Amy’s house is in sight, she turns to him with a devilish glint in her eye. “Race you there!” she shouts, dropping his arm and sprinting off at a gallop.

Instinctively, he starts to run after her. This is one time when he could definitely win. Amy’s wearing a pair of ridiculously-high heels, and has had more to drink than him: the route she’s taking to her front door is somewhat less than direct. He’s going to overtake her easily, but then…

The red fringe of her skirt is bouncing teasingly over her taut behind; the longer her strides, the further it hikes up her thighs. There’s a runner in her stockings that starts down at one ankle and runs all the way up under her dress, disappearing between her long legs. One of the pins falls out of her hair, and a silky ginger curl springs loose and cascades down her nearly-naked back.

He could win this race, but why sacrifice the view?

She reaches her front door in a pant, and turns to him with shining eyes. “First!” she shouts gleefully.

“Err, yup…” he concedes, trying not to stare at her heaving chest.

“S’ok,” she soothes, “you came in second!”

He wants to kiss away her ruby red lipstick, but instead he answers her: “Second is fine with me.”

For: [ profile] curlybeach
Prompt: Amy/Rory, I want to hold your hand.
Fandom: Doctor Who (por supuesto!)

Title: "I Want To Hold Your Hand"
Word Count: 261

They’re the same height, and yet Amy’s strides are longer than his. Why does she always walk so fast? It’s not like she’s ever given a damn about being late for anything. And they’re not headed anywhere in particular now; this is supposed to be a nice, leisurely, romantic walk.

He’s given up on trying to slow their pace, and instead is speeding up his steps in an attempt to match hers. If he can time his movements exactly right, it should feel completely natural when he reaches out his hand, and…

“Ouch!” they shout in unison as bone meets bone and their hands collide.

“Oi, watch it!”

“I didn’t mean to…”

“Your hands are all bone…”

“Well why are you swinging yours like a cudgel?”

“Why don’t you watch yourself? What are you even doing?”

He pauses then, rubbing his hand and looking up at her from under half-closed eyelids. “I was just trying…that is, I just…I wanted to hold your hand, all right?” His face blushes scarlet, and he starts walking again, eyes fixed ahead on the horizon.

She stands for a moment, fixed in place, idly rubbing her knuckles and smiling to herself. Then she runs to catch up with him. She grabs at his hand like a little kid trying to catch a grasshopper. When she has it her grasp, she holds it tight, giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“We’re rubbish at this, aren’t we?” she beams, elbowing his side, provoking a smile.

“Oh, I don’t know,” he smiles shyly, “all we need is a little practice.”

For: [ profile] rachel2205
Fandom: Sherlock...ish? [ profile] rachel2205/[ profile] apple_pathways/[ profile] team_sherlock meta fic? I don't even know...
WARNINGS: This may not make any sense.

Title: "Cashmere and Bone"
Word Count: 189

They are united in service, if not purpose: one to protect, to soothe, and to guard from cold; the other to provide solace, companionship, and a focus for wayward thoughts. One is a fixed point in time and place, standing guard over the mantelpiece; the other travels, braves the open air, and accompanies their master on his jaunts about town.

One is thread, the other bone; one is warm and soft, the other cold but marble-smooth from frequent caress.

They are both given life by his need. A life half-lived is still better than death and decay.

Then summer comes, accompanied by Doctor Watson. Scarf and Skull are relegated to the murky fabric depths of an old cedar chest, cradled and crammed among other discarded woolens and unused trinkets of the past.

Whisper-soft cashmere drapes itself over the remnants of a long-forgotten human life, stripped of flesh and blood—all that’s left is the immortal bone, and the moody blue scarf settles over it in a caress. They have each other, in the end. They may be without life, without purpose, but in the end, they are not alone.

Date: 2010-10-16 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
AHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE MINE SO MUCH. Not what I was imagining, and therefore PERFECT. The run in her stocking... oh, Rory, you poor lad.

She stands for a moment, fixed in place, idly rubbing her knuckles and smiling to herself. Then she runs to catch up with him. She grabs at his hand like a little kid trying to catch a grasshopper. When she has it her grasp, she holds it tight, giving him a reassuring squeeze.


Date: 2010-10-16 02:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Not what I was imagining, and therefore PERFECT.

Ha ha! Turned the tables on ya! Yes, when I first read your prompt, I was imagining something all deep and philosophical, but once I came up with this idea, I couldn't shake it.

That, and I'd never be able to write something "deep and philosophical" as a drabble. Look at me! I used more than 454 words just for Rory to ogle Amy's ass.


SHE JUST IS, with her little kid smile, and those big green eyes! I try to write stuff about other things (I really do!), but in the end, I just want to write more Amy and Rory fluffiness. I have truly found my OTP.

Date: 2010-10-16 04:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OK, YOU HAVE CONVINCED ME. My arm is all twisted and everything. Because if Amy and Rory are half as adorable in the show as they are in your fics here, then I clearly need to get over my prejudice of the new Doctor and watch s5. (And then read everything you've written about Doctor Who and fangirl at you for a bit, lol!)

Date: 2010-10-16 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
YAY, FANGIRLING! There's a couple episodes in Series 5 that, I'm not gonna lie, are not so good--but that's true of every series.

Amy and Rory are SO adorable! You won't be disappointed.

Date: 2010-10-16 10:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
EE I LOVE YOU! You so need to post this on our team comm. <3

Date: 2010-10-16 06:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Aww! Yeah, I would, but our last couple posts on the team comm were only commented on and me. I'm afraid we ARE Team Sherlock, my dear! ;)

Date: 2010-10-16 10:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know!! What is UP with Team Sherlock?! Gah!

Date: 2010-10-16 10:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I was surprised they weren't roused and inspired by your Lady Gaga/Inspirational montage post. I had tears in my eyes by the end.

I wonder if the other teams are so quiet?

Date: 2010-10-16 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

I guess the teams are fairly small... But still. BOOOO.

Date: 2010-10-16 11:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

Incidentally, have you started your fic yet? I have nary an idea, except that I'd like to include this guy *points to icon*.

Date: 2010-10-19 12:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
No :/ I'll churn some crap out, I'm sure :D I don't think Team Sherlock is very darkficcy...

Date: 2010-10-20 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
So lovely! Thank you so much.

Date: 2010-10-21 01:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You are most welcome!

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