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Dec. 25th, 2003
Highlander Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:35 pm"Happy Solstice!"
Kronos thrust a wrapped present in front of Methos. The world's oldest living Immortal looked over at his lover. Kronos was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked, wary of opening it after what had happened the last time Kronos had given him a surprise gift.
"Open it," Kronos insisted.
Carefully undoing the wrapping, Methos opened the box, pulling out a single sheet of paper. Eyes scanning the writing on it, he looked at Kronos, who grinned. The last free country had finally fallen under the Horsemen. The world was theirs at last.
Kronos thrust a wrapped present in front of Methos. The world's oldest living Immortal looked over at his lover. Kronos was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked, wary of opening it after what had happened the last time Kronos had given him a surprise gift.
"Open it," Kronos insisted.
Carefully undoing the wrapping, Methos opened the box, pulling out a single sheet of paper. Eyes scanning the writing on it, he looked at Kronos, who grinned. The last free country had finally fallen under the Horsemen. The world was theirs at last.
Highlander Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:35 pm"Happy Solstice!"
Kronos thrust a wrapped present in front of Methos. The world's oldest living Immortal looked over at his lover. Kronos was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked, wary of opening it after what had happened the last time Kronos had given him a surprise gift.
"Open it," Kronos insisted.
Carefully undoing the wrapping, Methos opened the box, pulling out a single sheet of paper. Eyes scanning the writing on it, he looked at Kronos, who grinned. The last free country had finally fallen under the Horsemen. The world was theirs at last.
Kronos thrust a wrapped present in front of Methos. The world's oldest living Immortal looked over at his lover. Kronos was bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"What is it?" he asked, wary of opening it after what had happened the last time Kronos had given him a surprise gift.
"Open it," Kronos insisted.
Carefully undoing the wrapping, Methos opened the box, pulling out a single sheet of paper. Eyes scanning the writing on it, he looked at Kronos, who grinned. The last free country had finally fallen under the Horsemen. The world was theirs at last.
Smallville Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:36 pm"Merry Christmas, I'm an alien." Clark spilled the words out before he could stop them.
Lex didn't look up from his paperwork. "That's nice."
Clark frowned. Of all the reactions to his big news, that wasn't the one he'd expected. "Did you hear what I said? I'm an alien. Not of this world, not human, ET on two legs."
"ET was already on two legs," Lex pointed out. "And I know."
"You know?"
Lex finally looked at him. "Of course I know, Clark. I've always known, and I don't care. I love you, no matter where you're from."
Clark grinned.
Lex didn't look up from his paperwork. "That's nice."
Clark frowned. Of all the reactions to his big news, that wasn't the one he'd expected. "Did you hear what I said? I'm an alien. Not of this world, not human, ET on two legs."
"ET was already on two legs," Lex pointed out. "And I know."
"You know?"
Lex finally looked at him. "Of course I know, Clark. I've always known, and I don't care. I love you, no matter where you're from."
Clark grinned.
Smallville Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:36 pm"Merry Christmas, I'm an alien." Clark spilled the words out before he could stop them.
Lex didn't look up from his paperwork. "That's nice."
Clark frowned. Of all the reactions to his big news, that wasn't the one he'd expected. "Did you hear what I said? I'm an alien. Not of this world, not human, ET on two legs."
"ET was already on two legs," Lex pointed out. "And I know."
"You know?"
Lex finally looked at him. "Of course I know, Clark. I've always known, and I don't care. I love you, no matter where you're from."
Clark grinned.
Lex didn't look up from his paperwork. "That's nice."
Clark frowned. Of all the reactions to his big news, that wasn't the one he'd expected. "Did you hear what I said? I'm an alien. Not of this world, not human, ET on two legs."
"ET was already on two legs," Lex pointed out. "And I know."
"You know?"
Lex finally looked at him. "Of course I know, Clark. I've always known, and I don't care. I love you, no matter where you're from."
Clark grinned.
Angel Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:37 pmWesley looked at the Christmas card he held, recognising the handwriting of his father's secretary. He supposed it was too much to ask that Roger Wyndam-Pryce acknowledge his only son, especially after he'd found out about Wesley's lover. The family or that monster was how it had been put. The family who'd raised him, against the monster who loved him.
In the end, it hadn't really been a choice at all.
"What's that?" Angel asked, nodding towards the card.
"Nothing," replied Wesley, the card dropping forgotten to the floor as he moved in closer to kiss Angel. "Nothing at all."
In the end, it hadn't really been a choice at all.
"What's that?" Angel asked, nodding towards the card.
"Nothing," replied Wesley, the card dropping forgotten to the floor as he moved in closer to kiss Angel. "Nothing at all."
Angel Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:37 pmWesley looked at the Christmas card he held, recognising the handwriting of his father's secretary. He supposed it was too much to ask that Roger Wyndam-Pryce acknowledge his only son, especially after he'd found out about Wesley's lover. The family or that monster was how it had been put. The family who'd raised him, against the monster who loved him.
In the end, it hadn't really been a choice at all.
"What's that?" Angel asked, nodding towards the card.
"Nothing," replied Wesley, the card dropping forgotten to the floor as he moved in closer to kiss Angel. "Nothing at all."
In the end, it hadn't really been a choice at all.
"What's that?" Angel asked, nodding towards the card.
"Nothing," replied Wesley, the card dropping forgotten to the floor as he moved in closer to kiss Angel. "Nothing at all."
Real Ghostbusters Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:38 pm(Damn, no RGB icon...)
"You'd think they'd give it up for just one day a year," complained Peter, shaking his hair to get the ectoplasm out.
"I don't think ghosts celebrate Christmas," Egon pointed out.
"Slimer does," replied Peter, motioning over to the large green blob with a Santa hat on hovering in the corner.
"Slimer celebrates anything where there's food."
"True," Peter conceded. "Damn, I'm going to have to have another shower. Then you'll have to. And then we'll be late for the Mayor's party."
"Not if we shower together," Egon suggested.
Peter grinned. It was the best idea he'd heard all year.
"You'd think they'd give it up for just one day a year," complained Peter, shaking his hair to get the ectoplasm out.
"I don't think ghosts celebrate Christmas," Egon pointed out.
"Slimer does," replied Peter, motioning over to the large green blob with a Santa hat on hovering in the corner.
"Slimer celebrates anything where there's food."
"True," Peter conceded. "Damn, I'm going to have to have another shower. Then you'll have to. And then we'll be late for the Mayor's party."
"Not if we shower together," Egon suggested.
Peter grinned. It was the best idea he'd heard all year.
Real Ghostbusters Drabble
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:38 pm(Damn, no RGB icon...)
"You'd think they'd give it up for just one day a year," complained Peter, shaking his hair to get the ectoplasm out.
"I don't think ghosts celebrate Christmas," Egon pointed out.
"Slimer does," replied Peter, motioning over to the large green blob with a Santa hat on hovering in the corner.
"Slimer celebrates anything where there's food."
"True," Peter conceded. "Damn, I'm going to have to have another shower. Then you'll have to. And then we'll be late for the Mayor's party."
"Not if we shower together," Egon suggested.
Peter grinned. It was the best idea he'd heard all year.
"You'd think they'd give it up for just one day a year," complained Peter, shaking his hair to get the ectoplasm out.
"I don't think ghosts celebrate Christmas," Egon pointed out.
"Slimer does," replied Peter, motioning over to the large green blob with a Santa hat on hovering in the corner.
"Slimer celebrates anything where there's food."
"True," Peter conceded. "Damn, I'm going to have to have another shower. Then you'll have to. And then we'll be late for the Mayor's party."
"Not if we shower together," Egon suggested.
Peter grinned. It was the best idea he'd heard all year.