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I can make ficlet of new fandom, yes.
Er, also, I've been doing that writing analyzing thing, and I think my favorite was the Marya in Lord of the Rings fic came back as Isaac Asimov. =D
(out of curiosity, this Haven ficlet comes out as Tolkien. *snort*)
(gen, PG, pre-series Audrey Parker fic)
Audrey has always wanted to believe in dreams, in things that aren't quite real.
Standing in a dark alley, with a man looming towards her with a gleam in his eye brings back a hundred bad teen vampire romance novels. Her gun is solid in her grasp as she points it at him, "FBI. Freeze."
"Hey, hey--" his hands go up, "I'm not lookin' for trouble."
"Yeah? Funny, I thought you were the one who just robbed the jewelry store down the block." Audrey keeps her gun on him, gauging the situation.
"Not me." He smiles, his eyes flashing in the moonlight (Audrey doesn't remember it being a full moon, but that's for werewolves anyway). "You know it wasn't."
"No. I don't. On your knees."
That smile twists a little, deepening in a way that clutches at her throat. She swallows around the obstruction, focusing on him. Anger sparks, but she keeps hold of it. Anger in a situation like this is useless.
For a moment, he looks surprised, as though expecting some other outcome. Then he's lowering himself to his knees, head down just a little.
"Good." Throttling down her relief, Audrey cuffs him quickly, then hauls him to his feet, gun still in his back. "Let's go."
It's only later, viewing the footage of the crime scene, that she begins to wonder. Her suspect goes free: no one was on the tape.
Also, I really want to know what happened in Miami.
*puts self to bed*
(out of curiosity, this Haven ficlet comes out as Tolkien. *snort*)
(gen, PG, pre-series Audrey Parker fic)
Audrey has always wanted to believe in dreams, in things that aren't quite real.
Standing in a dark alley, with a man looming towards her with a gleam in his eye brings back a hundred bad teen vampire romance novels. Her gun is solid in her grasp as she points it at him, "FBI. Freeze."
"Hey, hey--" his hands go up, "I'm not lookin' for trouble."
"Yeah? Funny, I thought you were the one who just robbed the jewelry store down the block." Audrey keeps her gun on him, gauging the situation.
"Not me." He smiles, his eyes flashing in the moonlight (Audrey doesn't remember it being a full moon, but that's for werewolves anyway). "You know it wasn't."
"No. I don't. On your knees."
That smile twists a little, deepening in a way that clutches at her throat. She swallows around the obstruction, focusing on him. Anger sparks, but she keeps hold of it. Anger in a situation like this is useless.
For a moment, he looks surprised, as though expecting some other outcome. Then he's lowering himself to his knees, head down just a little.
"Good." Throttling down her relief, Audrey cuffs him quickly, then hauls him to his feet, gun still in his back. "Let's go."
It's only later, viewing the footage of the crime scene, that she begins to wonder. Her suspect goes free: no one was on the tape.
Also, I really want to know what happened in Miami.
*puts self to bed*