Drabble Meme Round-Up
Round-up post for the drabble meme, now with titles and headers! Some people requested fandoms I did not expect them to, some I did see coming a mile away. Which is how I ended up with… *goes statistic* Eight drabbles (6x100, 1x300, 1x400 words), two of which in fandoms I have not written before, and the only fandom with more than one piece being MandC with three drabbles (not that this is a surprise).

All of these are works of fanfiction, meaning I do not own anything except my mistakes (unbeta'd; feel free to point out any mistakes), and have been written late October (in one case early November) 2009. Ratings vary, check each header (yes, my headers are about as long as the drabbles themselves), but they are all spoiler free.

Crossposted to above mentioned meme post, and some will get posted to certain comms.


Aire Libre


Title: Drawings
Pairing, Characters: Humboldt, Bonpland. If you are wearing your slash goggles, could be one-sided Humboldt/Bonpland
Rating: G
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for latin_cat for the drabble meme. The prompt she gave me: Aire Libre (because there is not enough of it), and "drawings".


Drawings


Alexander was very particular when it came to his notes and drawings. Everything had to be done just so, and sometimes Bonpland mocked that he spent as much time taking them out of their carefully wrapped maps, looking at them, and putting them away again with just as much care, and that he not dare touch them in fear of upsetting Alexander's mysterious system.

When he told Alexander that his drawings were perfect he sounded sincere though.

Alexander knew that one motif he never got quite right, no matter how hard he tried. But those drawings Bonpland would never see.


MandC


Title: Alternative Medicine
Pairing, Characters: Stephen, Jack (if you are wearing your slash goggles Stephen/Jack)
Rating: G
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for the_elb for the drabble meme. Prompt: Stephen being sweet!


Alternative Medicine


Sailors were contradictory creatures. They charged into battle and fought with gruesome wounds seemingly without feeling any pain. They bore the hardships of life at sea, admittedly grumbling, but happier than they could be in even a palace at land. They drank their vile rum religiously but forgot the lemon juice.

Stephen was never cruel and always followed his oath, but those men believed that, for it to work properly, a drug needed to taste foul and burn.

Jack looked accordingly apprehensive at Stephen.

"Sleep."

Then he gently kissed his feverish forehead and tugged the blankets reassuringly tight around him.


Title: Temptation
Pairing, Characters: Stephen, Jack, mermaids
Rating: PG
Length: 300 words
Author's Note: Written for grace_poppy for the drabble meme. Prompt: Stephen and mermaids, of course. Evil mermaids of temptation.


Temptation


The sailors of course reacted with superstitious fear to the female fish-human hybrids that had been following the ship for days. Stephen did try to reason with them, to convince Jack to let him take a closer look at them. He was denied, of course, under the pretence of safety reasons. Upon pointing out that the school had kindly offered to look after his well-being and promised they would not let any harm come to him, the captain had merely mumbled that no woman who did not cover herself properly could be trusted, no matter how charmingly she sang. Stephen chided him for imposing his cultural standards on these creatures, though he suspected Jack might deny his request out of hurt pride, as the only women they had seen in months, exotic as they may be, only showed interest in Stephen, ignoring him completely.

Thus whenever Stephen found himself on deck and wandered over to the railing to be greeted by the hybrids' friendly chants, someone would approach him to forcibly and under his rather vocal protests drag him back under deck, allegedly for his own best, where the creatures' disappointed, pleading singing was barely audible.

It was after two long weeks that a tempest happened to wash one of the creatures onto deck. In the distraction provided by the storm he reached it without anyone noticing, and, excited to finally be close to one of the hybrids, he held out his hands and, as it smiled and encouragingly sung to him, reached for it.

The next morning, as the sun rose, no more mermaids were surrounding the ship.

When they reached England though Stephen proudly presented the preserved body of the specimen he had caught in front of the Royal Society, causing quite a sensation amongst his fellow naturalists.


Title: The Butcher's Bill
Pairing, Characters: Killick, mentions of Jack and Stephen
Rating: PG
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for proskynesis for the drabble meme. Prompt: KILLICK.


The Butcher's Bill


Which Preserved Killick didn't like battles. Prize money was nice and all, and none of them ever had eyes for anything but Frenchies, sail on the horizon or bloody boarders. And which it was not only the Frenchies who bled over everything! At least he was not expected to clean and mend their clothes, though that would have been easier, wouldn't it, what with the Captain always in the thick of battle and the Doctor letting everybody bleed all over him.

But this was too unexpected to accept.

He blinked back tears and glared at the Captain.

The last tablecloth.


Merlin


Title: Contrition Is For Commoners
Pairing, Characters: Merlin, Arthur, female character
Rating: G
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for rahmi for the drabble meme. Prompt: Merlin/Arthur, Arthur was just an idiot that Merlin had to save. Again. Mh, I could say this takes place some time before Explaining Eloquently, More Or Less, but both work fine as standalones, too.


Contrition Is For Commoners


Arthur, future king of Camelot, was in trouble. Again. Because he was an arrogant brat who thought he didn't have to listen to anyone. Granted, this time could maybe kind of be considered Merlin's fault, but – as the fury paused he hissed, "At least try to look sorry!"

Instead Arthur kept projecting smug superiority even while covered in cream.

"Can't sell it now, can I? Drown the mangy thing I should!" The woman took a menacing step forward.

Merlin swallowed, desperately clutched the furry, squirming body of the cat-turned Arthur, and tried to talk their way out of the bakery.


Star Trek Reboot Can be read as TOS, if you are so inclined.


Title: Eccentricity
Pairing, Characters: Scotty, mention of the crew and Enterprise
Rating: G
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for tootsiemuppet for the drabble meme. Prompt: Anything at all with Scotty. You can choose whether you want to make it TOS or Reboot, but Scotty doesn't get nearly enough love in fic, and this should be rectified! This… can also be interpreted either as :D or D:


Eccentricity


Either when you save the Alpha quadrant you don't have to fit Starfleet's mould for perfect little officers anymore, or maybe Command just wanted to collect all its misfits on one ship and send them out into space together, hopefully never to be seen again.

Not that Scotty cares. He likes it here. Aye, his crew thinks he's a wee bit eccentric, but they don't mind him talking to the ship as if she were real, after all, he's a genius.

And Scotty knows better than to tell them that, when there's no one else around, Enterprise is talking back.


Stargate: Atlantis


Title: I Can See Clearly Now
Pairing, Characters: Rodney, John
Rating: G
Length: 400 words
Summary: Standing in the rain.
Author's Note: Written for tabaqui for the drabble meme. Prompt: SGA John/Rodney if you do, um...rain. Which, apparently I do. Well, kind of. *jedi hand wave* John is not OOC. He is just dreamily staring out into the rain because, uhm, it's Atlantis, and some kind of gene thing?


I Can See Clearly Now


"…And today would be nice, Colonel, before, you know, we all die a slow, painful death." He turned to leave the balcony and return to his nice, warm, dry lab, then looked back and saw that Sheppard had not moved to come and yell at the brain-dead marines but still stood staring at something, posture relaxed, bent slightly forward so his arms rested on the top bar of the railing

Maybe he hadn't heard Rodney over the rain; people overheard him a lot, maybe he just had one of those voices. Or Sheppard had ruined his ears with all that shooting guns and setting explosions he did.

"Colonel?" He took a step towards the other man, then backpaddled hastily when the cold rain started to hit his head and t-shirt-clad upper body. "Sheppard?"

Sheppard waved a hand lazily and, in that annoying drawl of his that women seemed to find strangely attractive, said, "Later, Rodney. Atlantis won't explode just because you don't like the arrangement of your lab tables."

"Oh, how nice of you to grace me with an answer, Colonel, and no, it won't, but all our survival may well depend on me having everything in the lab, and that includes the tables, tight where I expect it to be, and not waste precious seconds in a crisis on taking a break from saving your – what are you looking at? I can't see anything wrong, not that there is much to see in this rain, and maybe you don't mind standing around in the cold, who knows what you like to do for fun, but I am very susceptible to colds and all that, and if I die from pneumonia then who'll keep this place running, so can we please go inside now?" He hugged himself. Idiot colonels and their idiot –

"The view."

"…What?"

Sheppard turned around, lounging against the rails, and smirked at Rodney.

"What I'm looking at. The view." He looked out at Atlantis, the rain creating haloes around each tower, his eyes going distant. "It's beautiful."

Rodney swallowed.

"Y-yes."

He took in Sheppard's lean form, practically posing, wet shirt clinging to whipcord muscles, skin brown and gleaming against the white-grey sky, and watched as drops of water clung to the tips of his eyelashes and dripped down his face.

"It is."

Maybe the lab could wait a little bit longer, because suddenly Rodney wasn't cold anymore.


Supernatural


Title: Men Talk
Pairing, Characters: Dean/Sam
Rating: PG-13, but with incest
Length: 100 words
Author's Note: Written for kain_abel for the drabble meme. Prompt: Dean/Sam, Just talk about it! I'd prefer slash but it's mainly up to you.


Men Talk


Dean glowered at his brother. Who just stood there, refusing to meet his eyes, looking at the floor.

"So you are not evil."

Headshake.

"Not possessed."

Headshake.

"And you are not being emo and blaming yourself for someone's death."

Headshake.

"Look, you gotta give me something here, 'cause you're driving me crazy! Just…," he swallowed, "just talk about it."

Sam looked.

And kissed him, quickly.

Dean blinked.

"Oh God, Dean, I'm sorry, please, don't, I… I…"

Well damn.

"Dude. No chick flick moments!"

And then he shoved his little brother onto the bed and kissed back. Manly and without talking.