Lady Drabble (ou_est_jack) wrote,
Lady Drabble

First Post.

It's taken me long enough to get here, right? I'm bored and it's raining, so here are 4 completely random drabbles.

Fandom: House MD
Pairing: Wilson/Cameron
Word Count: 100
Notes: Set after "All In"


One of Wilson’s cufflinks is gone (probably forever) and Cameron has his bow tie wrapped around her left wrist for reasons he is no longer sure about.

The sky is pinky-orange above them, reminding them both it’s a new day and neither of them have slept. Cameron stumbles in her heels, pulling him closer by the open collar of his white shirt, laughing slightly. Her lipstick is smeared, and he can taste it, waxy, on his own mouth.

It is six o’clock in the morning. Wilson presses Cameron against his car; her red dress is surprisingly cool under his hands.

Fandom: Lost
Character: Shannon
Word Count: 100
Notes: For 26_drabbles, "Over"


Shannon tries not to think about the life that isn’t hers to want.

[Because Sabrina took the only thing Shannon ever really cared enough to dream about.]

She doesn’t have a lot of talents. Spoilt little rich girls with blonde hair don’t need them; they don’t even need to ask (because they always get).

Shannon got lots of things but she didn’t get the one thing she actually wanted.

[She’s still got her first pair of ballet slippers, faded and worn and barely rose-coloured any more, in the bottom of her closet. To remind herself of the futility of wishing.]

Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Lindsay/Danny
Word Count: 100
Notes: For fanfic100, "Blue". Set post season 3 finale "Snow Day"


She can’t look him in the eye for weeks.

Even when his fingers are mended and the gashes on his face have almost healed, Lindsay finds it easier to watch the line of Danny’s shoulders or the shape of his mouth forming words than actually meet his gaze.

Every time she does, all she can think is: but they could have killed you and all of this is my fault.

No one blames her, no one’s even considered blaming her, and Danny still kisses her like nothing’s changed, but it has.

And she never laughs when he’s around. Not anymore.

Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Owen, Ianto
Word Count: 100


The drink is fire-coloured. When Ianto sips it, it tastes quite a lot like fire too, right down to the charcoal-y aftertaste. He lets out a very undignified choking sound, deciding that next time he is invited to a party where aliens are doing the catering, he will not accept Owen’s challenge to try and drink at least one mouthful of everything on offer. It cannot end well.

Owen’s eyes are glowing with gleeful malevolence, and Ianto’s head is spinning. But he’s not going to give up.

“Right,” he says, pointing to a lavender-coloured liquid, “I’ll have some of that.”

Tags: 26_drabbles, csi:ny, fanfic100, house md, lost, torchwood
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