Albino! no punch back

Original Fic: Nothing New Under the Sun, by jedibuttercup
Remix: Nothing New Under the Sun (The Zombies ate my brain Remix)
Stargate
drabble

Jonas Quinn isn't really here. Maybe he died fighting alongside SG-1 (that's his favourite), or maybe he never left Kelowna and died when the first Naquadria bomb went off. Maybe he lost his mind, just like his mentor did.

The women he loves is a Goa'uld. The woman he loves is dead. His world is under threat, and Jonas will likely die in the coming fight.

He sleeps in an empty bed, works with the woman who is and is not his lover. Goes back home to an empty bed.

Daniel must be a stronger man than him.

Daniel survived.

Jonas isn't sure he did.

Original Fic: Horace's Five Favourite Sins, by benebu
Remix: Horace's Five Favourite Sins (The ace of spades Remix)
Harry Potter
drabble




He can be lazy, and take more than his share. Who is he to deny a good thing it's time and place?

Lust; once upon a time, Horace was quite the ladies man. Not that a gentlemen would discuss such a thing.

And he has been quick to anger when confronted with a stubborn mind.

Horace will admit to his occasional fight with the green eyed monster.

He's a proud man, but really, how can one be humble unless one has something to be proud of?

But his greatest sin, the one Harry wants him to relive, it's too much. Some sins aren't for confessing.

Original Fic: Ring (hold infinity in your hand), by amathela
Remix: Ring (The together forever Remix)
BSG
drabble

Chief pulls it out of Boomer's old bird. It's nothing, a slip of metal. It's not even necessary to the inner workings of the ship, not really.

Boomer's Raptor is still in working order. It's just that no one is allowed to fly it.

He spends his empty nights with a blow torch, welding and shaping and smoothing. It has to be perfect.

"It's nothing, just a piece of scrap from a Raptor" he says as he hands over the ring.

Helo looks at him, a question in his eyes.

It's okay. It's not Boomer.

He doesn't say it out loud, but Helo gets it.

Original Fic: Running Mates, by little_missmimi
Remix: Running Mates (The 4th spatial dimension Remix)
SPN
drabble



He runs.

If there's a track team he'll join it, because if he doesn't and the coach notices it's all sorts of unwanted attention.

They have to go unnoticed.

He runs.

The wind and the speed and the freedom are the only times Sam feels normal. He can shut out the world and his thoughts, that never shut up otherwise.

He runs.

Dean watches. He comes to the meets, and races him if there's no one else for Sam to compare himself to (it's one thing to run for pleasure, another thing to run faster than everyone else).

Sam runs, but he can't get away.

Original Fic: Rookie Mistake, by jedibuttercup
Remix: Rookie Mistake (The crunchy/smooth Remix)
Buffy/X-Men xover



Wolverine really hated this town.

He didn't even have a chance to tell her what Chuck had said before some guy with a ridged forehead was trying to rough him up.

Actually, that part was fun, especially the satisfying "dusting" that said guy end up doing when Wolverine stuck him with his claws enough times.

But he really needed to warn Summers about the danger Chuck thought she was in.

Of course that would be easier if he wasn't dangling from the tiny fist of a hot Black girl.

"Hey Ladies, Do you think maybe I can get a word in edgewise here?"

"No!"

Cure
Buffy
drabble
prompt was Cure

She's had months, but no cure.

Now she has the cure, but no time.

Angelus is in front of her, smirking, taunting. His hands are cold on her throat and face. She knows what's coming, can feel death getting ready to pounce.

A twist, a crunch, and she's done. The cure dies with her, burns in the remains of the computer, glistens in the shattered pieces of the orb on the floor.

The man Angel was dies with her.

Her chance with Rupert, her hope for a life together, gone in the turn of a head.

Jenny slumps to the floor.

The cure dies with her.

A Short History of Nearly Nothing
Runaways
Drabble



She didn't have long. Which blows.

There were things to do; fighting the good fight, Chase, trying not to die.

Okay, in the grand scheme of things making time with her sorta boyfriend (they never talked about what they were, exactly) shouldn't be making any top three lists.

She completely blew the last one. She died twice, how fucked up is that?

For an atheist, she's sure doing a lot of posthumous musing. For an atheist, she's doing a lot of posthumous anything.

If only she had had a little more time, Gertrude might have done something with her life.

She never even got a tattoo.

Zombie
Buffy
drabble
prompt was The Cranberries Songs (I chose Zombie)


His head is getting heavy, he can't keep it up any longer. He knows something bad's happening, reaches out for his mom, but there's nothing except the pain at his throat.

His eyes slip shut and the vampire drinking from him let his limp young body drop, tears at his wrist and holds it to the boys mouth.

It's a fight for control. A little boy's soul versus the power of the Anointed One, the full power of the Order of Aurelius brought to bear.

The little boy, Colin, doesn't stand a chance.

From the ashes of the five, the Anointed One has risen.

Bullet
Original
drabble
written for 15 minute ficlet
prompt was bullet



It starts with a bang.

I'm flying, twisting in the wind. I spiral out of the darkness, into life. There's fire behind me, lines scraped into me by my exit. I'm heading out into the world. My life is short, and the person I'm heading for is going down with me.

There's an expression I heard once. Everyone has a bullet with their name on it. The trick is to die from old age before your bullet finds you.

Guess this guy never heard that saying.

I hit my target. Dead center.

We both go down.

It all ends with a whimper.

Faith, hope and Charity
Dresden Files, bookverse
drabble for dresdenfalshfic
prompt was Michael/Charity


Michael is the patron saint of chivalry and Charity can think of no man more chivarious than her husband.

In the Bible Michael is the archangel who defeated a dragon.

When she was younger her Michael saved her from a dragon, slayed it with flaming sword, back when she was still young enough to play the maiden, (admittedly, she was the one who put herself in front of the dragon).

he's her knight in shining armour.

he's a knight of the cross

he's the father of her children.

The Father in heaven sends him away and she prays everyday that He sends her husband home.

Taking Shape
Supernatural
drabble
prompt was trickster/shapeshifter on Drabble, on DW



Taking human form. It's limiting. To go from a noncorporeal creature, with all the powers of heaven, into one tiny vessel.

If Castiel were used to breathing he'd feel like he couldn't, couldn't get enough air into his new physical lungs.

Of course he doesn't need to breathe anymore than he needs to eat.

His new body, Jimmy, fits like a tight suit. He puts his arms in front of himself, stretches. The first sensation.

This corporeal thing is going to take some getting used to, but for now he has a job to do, a boy to see about a mission.

St. Kitty
Dresden Files,
drabble
prompt was Charity for dresdenflashfic



It was charity, was what it was.

He had to be a bloody saint, the crap he put up with.

First the wizard, then the life sucking vampire brother and that giant dog, Mouse. Far too much for his little apartment.

Mister put up with a lot, there was no two ways about it. Even let the spirit creature come along for a ride every once in a while.

But for all his grumbling Mister was a good soul. He'd chosen Harry as his pet and he wouldn't turn his back.

Wouldn't be charitable.

And he'd miss the ear scratches.

More Than
Buffy/Angel
Drabble
Prompt was title of a Franz Ferdinand song, I choose Bite Hard.



It's the hunt that is in his blood. An urge to carnage, to kill and drink and hurt everyone around him. But he's above such things. There's an artistry to be had in evil. It's more than mindlessness, a primal urge. He's got a talent.

So while all the beast in him wants to do is bite hard, to drink deep, the man in him thinks, plans, plots. The man in him has a thing for convents.

Angelus wants to destroy not only the body of his victims, but the mind and soul too. There's so much more to him than a set of teeth.

An AU where Angel ended in season one
Angel
almost a drabble, (118 words)
prompt was Sun/Son for open_on_sunday

Angel and Doyle stood atop the building. The sky was streaked with reds and oranges and deeping blues.

"Are you sure about this, Angel? You could do a lot of good with a ring like that."

Angel smiled sadly, took one last look as the sun dipped below the horizon then slipped the Ring of Amara from his finger.

He hadn't seen the sun in- fzzt!

Angel exploded into a shower of dust.

Doyle was horrified. He had dead vampire all over his clothes.

"Damn, I must be running fast". He said, looking at his dust covered watch.

With that he picked up the ring, headed to the nearest pawn shop and from there to a bar.

This whole hero thing was a headache.

Dont Tap the Glass v.2.0
Original,
drabble
This is actually a remix of one of my own stories Don't Tap the glass

**despite having a remix tag, this is available to be remixed if someone wants to, as it was my fic originally.


"No one knows where they came from, only that they couldn't survive in the real world. That's why we put them here." The guide said, sweeping an arm over the glass that was one side of the Angel sanctuary.

Winged figures moved in the distance of the large dome.

"What if they want to leave?" asked a young boy with missing teeth.

The guide laughed, ruffled his hair and said in a stage whisper "They're too good for this world. We were killing them just by existing."

"But-"

"They're better off away from the world. It's safer for them" She said and continued walking.

Original Fic: The End of The World (in 5 steps or less), by amathela
Remix: The End of the World (in 5 steps or less):the dubious remix
for remixthedrabble
drabble


This is how it ends.

Little things. Baby steps.

We start fighting over stupid things like peanut butter. I don't care what Xander says, that peanutbutter was mine.

Lines so carefully entrenched begin to blur. Xanders feeling pretty good under my fists and palms and elbows. Which, whoa, when did he get muscles like that anyway?

Things I swore I'd never do I've done. I've conscripted civilians before, Xander, Willow, Oz, Cordelia, even Giles should have been left on the sidelines.

But this is different. These people came to me for protection.

I'm putting them on the front lines.

Even if I win, I've lost already.

Original Fic: A Day at the Hellmouth, by malnpudl
Remix: A Day at the Hellmouth:The hackysack remix for remixthedrabble
Drabble

It was stitched from the hide of the most evil cow, on a depraved stretch of ranchland, sewn by demon hands, and enchanted by dark wizards.

They sent him to the hellmouth. His mission: help bring about the apocalypse.

A heavy burden, for a hackysack.

The boy was supposed to be doing research. Hacky flew from his hands, behind the books needed to solve the current situation.

The boy's dive to catch him scattered them everywhere.

Unfortunately he'd played his hand a little soon, and the British gent brought the boys attention back to study.

From inside the boy's picket Hackey plotted out his next move.

Goodbye
Torchwood
drabble

prompt:black, and/or white and/or grey for Drabble on DW


She's fading into darkness.

He's being washed away in light.

She struggles, fights to stay, to give the information needed to save the day. I hope I did good

He's finally ready to die. He stands there, waiting. Oh God

Her pain is unbearable.

He can't feel a thing.

She dies surrounded by friends, by family, that final shot of morphine.

He's alone, trapped, watching himself decay.

She's left them all a video, in the event of her death. She gets to say goodbye.

He never gets to say a word, locked away forever in an imbreachable dungeon.

Toshiko Sato slips into darkness.

Owen Harper burns in radioactive light.

Paradox(the suspicious of change remix)
Terminator SCC
not quite a drabble (121 words)

Remix of were_lemur's Paradox



Charlie asked me to marry him and my heart stops.

Half of it wants to beat YES. Finally, a nice guy, a chance at normal.

I destroyed the last of them. The war should be over before it even begins.

The other half beats NO! I can't let my guard down, that's when they come for you. It will never be over. I can't get lost in the idea of could have beens.

It's not like I have a Terminator to watch over him anymore.

It's time to leave, but I know Charlie won't understand that I can't let myself get soft. Not for him. Not even for my son.

The Terminator I destroyed rather than risk falling into the wrong hands would have understood that.

Watcher's Cup II,
Buffy,
drabble,
prompt was Cup

It was his most valued possession when it came to training a Slayer.

It had saved him more than all the books and watcher's diaries and years of training combined.

He could still remember the day, after he and his father had started talking again, after he finally accepted his duty as a Watcher after that unfortunate Ripper business.

His father had taken him aside and handed it to him.

Obviously it wasn't the same one he's using today. This was the fourth or fifth incarnation.

But as Buffy kicked him in the groin again, Giles thanked all the Gods in heaven for his cup.