bed soon, but meme first

[lyssie]

Kara Gen fic battle taking prompts, halfamoon is a go!
eta: oh, and, um, my last two bits at the porn battle: Twin Peaks, Audrey/Laura, Crossover, In Plain Sight/Leverage, Mary Shannon/Eliot Spencer (the latter is short and not... porny exactly. I was v tired last night)

May contain spoilers for all listed shows. Sorry. stolen from tinylegacies (unlike me, she managed not to go over 15 words a prompt)

1. Write down the names of 10 characters.

1. Susan Ivanova (Babylon 5)
2. Faiza (Captain Britain and MI13)
3. Toshiko Sato (Torchwood)
4. Sophie Deveraux (Leverage)
5. Ashley Magnus (Sanctuary)
6. Sam Carter (SG-1)
7. Jean Grey (X-Men)
8. Motoko Kusanagi (Ghost in the Shell)
9. Jool (Farscape)
10. Kara Thrace (Battlestar Galactica)

2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1! (note: fifteen is too little for me, sorry)


A. FIRST TIME: #4 & #6 (Sophie Deveraux & Sam Carter)
"Come here often?"

Sam's been poking at her drink since she slumped at the bar. She wasn't looking for company, and since the bar is regulation Air Force... she turned and looked at the woman, her civilian clothes fitting her well. "Are you lost?"

"I'm Sophie. And you look bored."

The sound of a jet rumbled in the distance, and Sam shifted. "I'd rather be up there."

"Mm. Pity. C'mon, let's play darts. I keep getting stalked by this colonel, and believe you me, he is not taking no for an answer."

"Colonel's way above my pay-grade."

"So beat me at darts and I'll make a hasty retreat. C'mon, live a little."

With a shake of her head, Sam let herself be pulled from the bar stool and towards the darts board. No one else would play with her anymore, not after the last hustle job. She felt herself brightening, Sophie wouldn't know what hit her.

B. ANGST: #7 (Jean Grey)
Nathan's birthday, Rachel's birthday... Jean remembered the dates, though she hadn't born them herself. They were burned into her mind, indelible and memorable. Children she would never be able to claim, lost to the time-stream forever.

C. AU: #1 & #8 (Susan Ivanova & Motoko Kusanagi)
"Section Nine has no authority on Babylon Five."

"We're here under the authority--"

Commander Ivanova snorted, "I don't give a damn whose authority your here under. I don't want your intelligence-gathering protocols on my station."

Across from her, Major Kusanagi rose to her feet, elegant in her steel-black uniform. "As you wish, Commander. But Earth Gov is most specific." She placed her black-clad hands on the desk between them, and the Commander felt almost cold, "We will get our permissions, and you will fall under our jurisdiction."

D. THREESOME: #3, #6 & #9 (Toshiko, Sam, & Jool)
Waking up with red hair draped over her arm, where Jool was curled into her chest wasn't something Sam Carter normally did. A movement at her back, and Toshiko leaned over her. "Good morning, sleepy."

A piercing headache began to tear around Sam's brain. "What happened last night?"

In her arms, Jool gave a discontented mumble, and shifted, her mouth brushing over Sam's skin.

Some of the headache drifted away. Tosh's hand stroked down Sam's side and she said, her voice diffident, "There was tequila involved."

"Quarters," mumbled Jool.

Sam opened her mouth, then closed it, deciding that choking on Jool's hair was not going to help her headache. Tosh's hands and Jool's mouth, on the other hand... She moaned softly. Her headache was definitely going to be gone soon.

E. HURT/COMFORT: #5 & #10 (Ashley & Kara)
"I'm not really good at this sort of thing," Kara warned.

Swearing, Ashley put her back against the wall, pressing against it and trying to distract herself from the pain in her leg. "Just get it the fuck over with."

"On three. One, three--"

Ashley's scream of pain echoed in the darkness of the tunnel, and Kara hoped no one could hear them. She was low on ammo.

F. CRACK: #1 (Susan Ivanova)
"Excuse me, have you seen a young squirrel?"

Susan Ivanova had known it would be a bad idea to get up that morning. Seeing what amounted to a real life cartoon squirrel peering up at her from under a round hat with a daisy in it, proved that. "No, I haven't," she managed.

The squirrel slapped her side. "Well, damn. Hey, you know a good place with walnut milk? I bet that little scamp went for some."

Before Susan could answer, an alarm sounded and her link chirped. "Ivanova, go."

"There's situation in the Zocolo with Mr. Morden and a cartoon squirrel, commander."

Definitely not a day to get up. Susan looked down, "Miss--"

"Slappy. And forget the missus. Is that my nephew causin' trouble?"

"Apparently. If you'll come with me?"

G. HORROR: #10 (Kara Thrace)
Sue-Shaun was dead, and all Kara could think was thank the gods that wasn't me... over and over and over again. She felt almost ashamed of herself as she stumbled down the hallways that didn't seem to end.

There had to be a way out.

H. BABY FIC: #5 & #9 (Ashley & Jool)
"The biological impossibility--"

"Shut up!" Ashley was going to punch the alien soon if she didn't stop yammering on (pregnant or not). "Look, all I did was kiss you."

"Yes, and look where that led. You're worse than Crichton." With a sneer, she paced away, the back of her hospital gown opening and closing distractingly.

I. DARK FIC: #2 & #8 (Faiza & Motoko)
"I've never done a robot before," Faiza warned, her fingers already touching Motoko's pale skin. She could feel the differences, the way the silicon and plastic didn't quite mesh with the flesh and bone. "It could hurt."

The Major's eyes looked at her, flat and unsurprised. "Make it quick, if it comes to that."

Swallowing, Faiza thought of the things she'd promised herself she'd never do. Even now, with the world nothing but ruins... "I can promise nothing."

"Get on with it, then."

J. ROMANCE: #4 & #7 (Sophie & Jean)
Champagne had always given her the giggles. Sophie Deveraux took a sip of her glass and smiled across the table at Jean, still in the dark about the reason for their meeting. "To what do I owe this?"

"Keep asking, and I won't tell you." Jean teased back. She tossed her head, sending her red hair flying over her shoulder, almost unconscious in her grace. The young doctoral student was everything Sophie required for her latest con, and she was making it stretch, enjoying the thrill of it all.

Sophie drank deep, and then giggled, setting the glass down. "I'm going to keep asking until you do. I can be very persistent."

With another laugh, Jean shifted, leaning across the table and taking her hand. "I was thinking. We could go away for the weekend--you and I. Just a... vacation."

The brush of Jean's skin against hers made Sophie shiver, and she took up her glass again. "How very romantic, Dr. Grey."

"It's not Doctor yet," Jean protested before she began to laugh.

Sophie would agree to the weekend, it was, after all, what she'd been angling for from the beginning.

K. DEATH FIC: #2 & #3 (Faiza & Tosh)
"I should be dead," Tosh says matter-of-factly. She remembers Gwen and Jack, and then a shout and movement. Now a young woman bends over her, familiar and yet not. She's frowning in concentration, her hands pushing down on Tosh's abdomen. "Owen--"

"We didn't get him in time." Says a voice over Faiza's shoulder. Lady Jacqueline is drawn, exhausted almost. Radiation poisoning was a new substance to deal with, metabolize. Somewhere, she is sure that the MI-13 scientists are salivating at the very idea. There will be no experiments.

Faiza shifts, pressing down harder, her eyes sliding half-closed. Her breath is almost stifled when she mutters. "Please stop talking."

Pain. Tosh winces. She can stop talking. There's nothing to talk about... Owen...