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Entry tags:
- angst,
- daniel/juliet,
- deb/parker,
- dexter,
- fanfic,
- femmeslash,
- ficlet,
- humor,
- jon/stephen,
- leverage,
- lost,
- pundits,
- rps,
- slash
Miscellaneous, Three-Sentence Drabbles
AN: The comment_fic comm on LJ had a day of three-sentence drabbles, and, um, it's hard to write just one! But it seemed silly to make a separate entry for each one, so here they are.
Daniel hasn't noticed the way Juliet looks at him sometimes, the way she listens to his barely-comprehensible theories, and she knows that it's because he's so devoted to Charlotte. Even now that she's gone, he stares off into space, and maybe he's thinking about quantum mechanics and the fabric of time and space, but it sure looks like he's trying to remember the exact pattern of the freckles that dappled her turned-up nose.
Juliet thinks of the men she's loved -- Goodwin, who had his wife, and Jack, who had Kate, and now Sawyer, who still thinks about Kate sometimes even though he'll never admit it -- and she looks at Daniel and wonders what it would be like, just once, to have the full and undivided attention of a mind like that.
Deb wakes up to find her clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed, the sheets pulled up around her and tucked in perfectly like she's in some kind of creepy dollhouse.
She looks around, a little nervous at the thought that there is probably, at this moment, an honest-to-god cat burglar in her apartment (is that better or worse than another serial killer?), and sees the blonde girl she brought home last night sprawled out on the floor in some kind of freaky yoga pose.
"Parker?" she mumbles, still sorting out her weird hungover dreams from the almost-as-unlikely story of what really happened last night, "Quit fucking teasing me and get back here to do that...that thing you did again. Please?"
"And now to check in with our good friend Stephen Colbert, over at the Colbert Report, where -- Stephen?"
"oh... I'm sorry, I was just listening to your voice, I mean, listening to those godless lies you were telling, and I got so, um, so angry that I had to close my eyes and try to think about something nice --"
"Uh, guys, I think we're going to need to re-shoot this one -- after a quick break."
Daniel hasn't noticed the way Juliet looks at him sometimes, the way she listens to his barely-comprehensible theories, and she knows that it's because he's so devoted to Charlotte. Even now that she's gone, he stares off into space, and maybe he's thinking about quantum mechanics and the fabric of time and space, but it sure looks like he's trying to remember the exact pattern of the freckles that dappled her turned-up nose.
Juliet thinks of the men she's loved -- Goodwin, who had his wife, and Jack, who had Kate, and now Sawyer, who still thinks about Kate sometimes even though he'll never admit it -- and she looks at Daniel and wonders what it would be like, just once, to have the full and undivided attention of a mind like that.
Deb wakes up to find her clothes folded neatly at the foot of the bed, the sheets pulled up around her and tucked in perfectly like she's in some kind of creepy dollhouse.
She looks around, a little nervous at the thought that there is probably, at this moment, an honest-to-god cat burglar in her apartment (is that better or worse than another serial killer?), and sees the blonde girl she brought home last night sprawled out on the floor in some kind of freaky yoga pose.
"Parker?" she mumbles, still sorting out her weird hungover dreams from the almost-as-unlikely story of what really happened last night, "Quit fucking teasing me and get back here to do that...that thing you did again. Please?"
"And now to check in with our good friend Stephen Colbert, over at the Colbert Report, where -- Stephen?"
"oh... I'm sorry, I was just listening to your voice, I mean, listening to those godless lies you were telling, and I got so, um, so angry that I had to close my eyes and try to think about something nice --"
"Uh, guys, I think we're going to need to re-shoot this one -- after a quick break."