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25 February 2012 @ 09:37 pm
Weekly Drabble Responses  
Three drabble/ficlets written for writerverse. One original, one SG-1, and one Firefly.

Title: Cry in the Night
prompt: I'm Here
Word Count: 143
Rating: K
Original/Fandom: Original
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: When the baby cries...

Cry in the Night

She rolls over when she hears the cry, pausing to see if it stops. As the cry continues, she slips from under the warm covers and makes her way quietly to the baby’s room. Blinking even in the dim light of the table lamp, she sits gently on the edge of the bed and brushes the damp hair from the forehead of the still-sleeping girl, crying in her sleep.

Almost immediately, the child calms, snuffling a little, bringing her thumb up to her mouth. Momma stays for a minute longer, slowly stroking the little girl’s forehead and cheeks, drying the tears that have fallen.

The girl’s breathing evens out and her thumb falls from her mouth, her hand laying open and relaxed beside her head on the pillow. Slowly, quietly, Momma stands back up, and, with a loving look, retreats from the room.


Title: Not Oz
prompt: emerald
Word Count: 263
Rating: K
Original/Fandom: Stargate: SG-1
Pairings (if any): none
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: This planet looks really familiar...

Not Oz

Daniel wouldn’t stop humming. And Jack’s brain kept filling in the words in spite of himself.

Follow the yellow brick road
Follow the yellow brick road

In a loop. Repeatedly.

And, although the dusty road was more mustard brown than true yellow, it was not a wholly inappropriate connection to make. They were being led through the streets of this planet’s capital, which Daniel had happily dubbed ‘Emerald City’ in honor of the luminous green material from which most everything seemed to be made.

The team was ushered into an audience chamber where they were to meet with the City Magistrate. Daniel was still humming.

“Daniel, would you stop that?” Jack growled, turning to face the rest of the team as soon as they were alone. “You are going to drive me completely insane. Yes, there are little people, and yes, the city has a definite green-ish tint, but we are NOT in the land of Oz.”

Daniel just smirked at him at first, then his smile grew wider as footsteps echoed from the front of the chamber. Carter’s eyes widened and she was biting her lip nearly hard enough to draw blood in an effort not to laugh. Teal’c’s eyebrow was hitting new heights as he also watched the Magistrate draw near.

Jack reluctantly turned around to find himself facing a very attractive brunette woman, wearing a blue dress, and some very shiny, very red shoes. He closed his eyes and whispered, “There’s no place like home.” Opening them again, he looked around at his teammates still trying to compose themselves and shrugged. It was worth a try.


Title: One of These Nights
prompt: cup of tea
Word Count: 236
Rating: K+
Original/Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairings (if any): Mal/Inara
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con/RPF etc): none
Summary: Refuge and respite
Notes: set post-movie

One of These Nights

Her shuttle was calm and orderly as it always was, as it had been Before. There were some differences: a table placed against the starboard wall where before it had been portside and the wall hangings had changed. But the essential Inara-ness had returned intact as soon as she had agreed to take possession again.

Mal hovered just inside the doorway, watching as she moved serenely through the space, just as he had nearly every evening since she had returned. Her eyes met his and she inclined her head toward the luxurious couches next to her as she set the teapot down on the low table.

He stepped inside slowly, reluctant to sully her personal space with the burdens he carried. Yet he returned night after night. And night after night, she sat opposite him and poured out cups of fragrant tea. They sat silently as they drank, neither asking nor offering anything except quiet companionship.

And when the cups were empty, he would leave, sometimes turning just at the door to find her watching him with compassion, friendship, and acceptance. One of these nights, he wouldn’t be able to turn away again and leave. One of these nights, the wall around his heart built of death and terror, oppression and destruction would crack and he would crack with it and she would lead him through to safe harbor.

One of these nights.

But not tonight.

I'm enjoying: Ribbons Undone, Tori Amos
Ami Ven: Team Playwrightami_ven on February 29th, 2012 06:52 am (UTC)
Very nice! I love the calm of the first, the silliness of the second, and the longing in the third- well done all around *g*
magickmoons: butterflymagickmoons on February 29th, 2012 07:24 pm (UTC)
Thank you :) That's one of the things I love about the challenges: lots of different directions to go. I have really been enjoying attempting the different styles.