RhymePhile's Rat Race

fluffy_o asked for an X-Files snippet, in which Mulder and Krycek discuss one of the seven deadly sins



"Did you know the Latin term for lust is 'luxuria'? Interesting, isn't it? Makes it sound like the deadly sin of lust is luxurious."

They were together for yet another fleeting moment -- just enough time to ease the ache, but never enough to make Alex content. These were the hours of rough, passionate kisses and fumbling in the dark for each other; of hurried tastes of skin and sweat; of need, of want, of desire.

When their paths did collide, they flung themselves at each other with an almost primal force, desperate to reconnect after weeks, often months of separation. Their reunions were spent entirely in bed, in a safe place of Alex's choosing. He couldn't afford to be sloppy, not now. He was on the run from the Syndicate, and both of their lives were forfeit if they were caught.

But when they were wrapped around each other as they were now, Alex allowed himself to exhale. For now all he breathed was Mulder.

"Being lustful is luxurious, to me at least," Alex answered.

They were sitting in a car, its windows steamed over from their lovemaking. Alex had his leather jacket wrapped around both of them, and he was slowly stroking Mulder's jaw.

"Funny, I don't feel sinful."

Alex bent down to kiss him. "I feel redeemed."

kaynyne wanted a Torchwood/SVU drabble in which "Stabler had seen some weird sex crime scenes, but this is a doozy! Who the hell is this guy trying to take over the crime scene anyway?"



Detective Elliot Stabler stood gazing down at the body, his finger to his pursed lips, when his partner Detective Olivia Benson walked in.

"Is that..."

"It looks like it."

"But how can it..."

"I have no idea."

"It's not..."

"No, I already checked. It's real."

"Elliot, it's a fish."

"It is."

"It's a man with a fish for a head."

"I noticed that."

"And he's wearing leather chaps."

"I noticed that too."

( This came out a bit longer than I thought! )

luvinthe88and20 asked for a Torchwood/Oz crossover drabble in which "Jack meets Keller inside Oz or outside it."

I decided to set this in my Stroking Luck universe, where Keller was a rentboy.



"Nice coat."

Jack turned on his barstool at the compliment that was obviously lobbed his way. The man who had spoken moved from his seat at the end of the bar to the one next to Jack, and motioned for the bartender.

"Lemme get you one."

He raised his glass in acknowledgment. "Appreciate that, thanks, but I'm waiting for someone."

The other man scratched at the stubble on his chin. He had piercing blue eyes, with dark scruffy hair and a barrel frame that suggested a penchant for violence, based on his muscled arms. He wore a ratty T-shirt with a canvas jacket over it, tight jeans, and well-worn work boots.

Jack allowed his eyes to drift, from the dark man's sly smirk to his nicely rounded ass. He was confident, cocky even, but with something menacing brewing just under the surface. It reminded him of the way shapeshifters would attempt to replicate a human form. They never got it quite right, because there was always an otherness to them that was easy to recognize.

This man was no alien, but there was a distinctly seductive quality to the way he presented himself. He exuded sexuality.

Clearly this was also a guy who was rarely told no.

"Seems this 'someone' is late," the man replied.

Jack pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "It was my turn to hold the watch," he said matter-of-factly.

"Then we have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"Hmm. Tempting."

The man leaned down and cocked his head. "Name's Chris. I have somewhere we can go."

Jack ran his eyes over Chris's form one more time. "Yes, definitely tempting. But like I said, I'm waiting for someone."

Chris grinned and whispered into Jack's ear, "I bet he don't fuck as good as me."

"He's a fast learner. And I'm a damn good teacher," Jack whispered back.

The other man shrugged, downed his beer, and returned to his seat at the end of the bar. Jack went back to nursing his drink. Then Chris spoke again.

"Is he dressed like he just walked out of a war movie too?"

Jack smiled from behind his glass. "He prefers suits, actually."

nuptse asked for a Torchwood drabble, in which Jack celebrates Ianto's birthday.

I avoided the Britishisms! Heh.



The entrance to the Hub rolled back, and Ianto was met by Jack, wearing a party hat and holding a cake.

"Surprise!"

"Sir?"

"Ianto..."

"Yes, sir."

"What did I tell you?"

"If you're referring to the cake, then as I recall it was, and I quote, 'I'm a shit cook, Ianto. Never eat anything made with these hands.'"

"No," Jack drawled, placing the cake down. "About the 'sir' stuff."

"Oh, that. Hmm, only when we're both outfitted in leather?"

Jack grabbed him by the arms and nuzzled his neck. "You're feeling awfully cheeky today."

"I am. I'm the birthday boy." He looked up at the man holding him. "Nice hat."

"Twenty-five only comes once, y'know. We're going to celebrate. With sex! Lots and lots of sex."

Ianto raised an eyebrow. "Can you keep the hat on?"

marciaelena asked for a Supernatural Wincest drabble, in which "Dean has only one week left, and Sam is desperate."

This is because I love you, Mars :-)



The shabby curtains of their cheap motel room did nothing to keep out the rising sun. Beams of light spread over Sam's features, and he frowned, squinting one eye open in annoyance.

"Mornin', sunshine," Dean whispered.

"It woke me up," he pouted, pulling himself up from Dean's bare chest. His brother was wide awake, staring intently at the window. "Dean, did you even sleep?"

He offered up that half-grin Sam was seeing less of these days, but Sam interrupted him before he could answer. They were finishing each other's sentences more often now, too.

"Don't you say it."

The grin hadn't disappeared. "What, Sammy?"

"Dammit, you know what, Dean."

"That I'll sleep when I'm dead?"

Sam's face pinched into a scowl, but Dean only laughed and pulled him down next to him in bed.

"Don't be mad at me just because I want to see your bitchy pout face a few more times."

Sam slid back to where he had been sleeping, pressed against Dean, their legs tangled together. "I hate when you talk like that."

Dean began playing with his brother's hair. "I'm facing it, Sammy. Time for you to do the same."

"I've tried. I tried fighting it, denying it, accepting it, and none of it makes it any less painful." He sat up again, his voice deepening in agitation. "I don't how you can just lie there and wait for it! And knowing why it's happening..."

"Because I swore to always protect you!" Dean growled back. He sighed and took a deep breath, calming himself. "I'd do it a hundred more times if it meant saving you, little brother."

He had no answer for that, and Dean went back to running his fingers through Sam's hair.

"It feels like we're giving up."

"Nah. I'm givin' in. There's a difference." His hand moved to that sensitive spot on Sam's neck. "I'm not gonna go kicking and screaming, Sammy. I made a deal, and it's time to pay the band."

"How am I going to do this without you?" He could hear his voice cracking when he asked it.

"You're gonna carry on, like dad taught us -- like I taught you. You're gonna make a difference, and make us proud."

"I wish..."

"All the wishing in the world won't change what's going to happen, Sam. If I had the choice, I'd wish for a lot of things, too. For mom to live, for dad to be here with us, for all the crap that's happened to this family to be magically erased. But I can't. I have to take what I got. Seven days go fast."

Sam wrapped his arm around his brother's chest. "I guess that means more sleepless nights."

"You complaining?"

It took a moment to understand what that meant, but then Sam laughed.

Dean's hand never left his brother's head. "Yeah, seven days go fast, Sammy. Too damn fast."

How are you this morning? Oh, that's lovely. Nice to hear it. Wait, what's that? Things are sucking? Indeed, my Flist, things are!

Shall I try to make you (and me) feel better? Well, come scratch my drabble itch with some prompts. I need to try to make things suck less, at least until all is right with the world when Battlestar Galactica returns on Friday. Also? I haven't written shit in like a hundred years!

So, feel free to prompt me in the following fandoms:

+ Angel
+ Buffy
+ Firefly
+ Battlestar Galactica (current series)
+ Highlander the Series
+ Law & Order: SVU
+ Oz
+ The X-Files
+ The Wire
+ Nip/Tuck
+ Supernatural (y'know, I *might* be persuaded into some Wincest, just because I would never write it normally)
+ Torchwood (allowing me carte blanche with Britishcisms, which is why I haven't already written fic)
+ Characters relating to either Chris Meloni or Lee Tergesen

Multiple requests are okay; I'd like to have choices in case a prompt doesn't speak to me right away. Oh, and you don't have to be on my Flist in particular to request.

viggofest wanted to see Keller and Father Ray trapped in Father Ray's office during a lockdown.

Word count: 736 words. Written in about an hour and 10 minutes because I was interrupted by some stupid work. Psssh.

( Fox in the Hen House )

This is in answer to foxxcub's prompt in which Keller wakes up in the middle of the night to find Toby pacing their cell.

Word count: 786. Written in an hour.

( Flap. Flap. Flap. Flap. )

First day back in work and there is nothing happening. Gah. I keep clicking my e-mail over and over in the hopes that I'll just get junk mail!

Who wants to give me fic snippet prompt? Today I feel like some Stabler or Keller, so prompt away if you feel like it. Give me something to do.

mf_luder_xf wanted to see when Alex Krycek from The X-Files meets Dean Winchester from Supernatural. I played with the timeline a bit; set right after Alex (might have, maybe, perhaps) shot Mulder's father.

( If they can get Nicholas Lea to guest star, can they please use this scene? )

Continuing with the snippet prompt answers (which I am really, really enjoying) ralu_1982 wanted to see Said, Rebadow, and Keller from Oz talking about God. And you didn't think I could get them all together!

Oh, and this is set during Season 4, when Beecher is trying to find religion through Islam, and Keller is quite pissed off about it.

( Heh, Keller is a smart-ass bitch in this one... )

No, I didn't forget about the snippet prompts! I just couldn't write over the weekend because the cheap-ass air conditioner wall unit in my apartment doesn't reach the computer room. It was too freakin' hot. But now I'm cool and content (albeit in work) and I bring you more.

Anyway, rileyc wanted to see Elliot go back to Confession. This is a little longer than a snippet, but it's directly influenced by Meloni's answer to one of my questions in Ask Chris a few weeks back. And yeah, the prayers and everything in this are accurate. I may not go to Mass every week, but this stuff I know. :-)

***

The wooden pew squeaked loudly as he sat down, the sound echoing through the empty church. Kneeling, he blessed himself.

O Lord, grant me light to see myself as Thou dost see me and the grace to be truly sorry for my sins. O Mary, help me to make a good confession.

The light went out over the door to the Confessional, and an elderly woman slowly exited. He waited a few moments, and then entered.

( Poor Elliot. Good thing the kneelers are padded... )

viggofest wanted to see (deep breath) Angel's Wesley Wyndham-Pryce and Connor; Lost's Jack Shephard; SVU's Elliot Stabler; Oz's Vern Schillinger; and Prison Break's Michael Scofield stuck on a broken-down subway car with no a/c and intermittent lighting when the subject of fathers comes up...

( Oh wow, you're going to have to pay attention to who's talking in this one... )

Wow, guys, I had no idea this would become so...popular. Heh. Now you realize that I don't think I'll be doing any work at all today. Some of these prompts are too damn good. I'm going to try to get to at least one suggestion from everyone. Feel free to make requests.

viggofest wanted to see Wanted's Eddie Drake, Firefly's Jayne Cobb, and Nip/Tuck's Dr. Christian Troy walk into a bar...

( I don't even know how to explain this one... )

viggofest wanted to see an Oz/Lost crossover in which Sister Pete and Mr. Eko discuss whether we pick God or God picks us. Dark humor ahead!

***

They sat there in silence for a few moments, awkwardly staring at each other.

"I like your stick," she said, pointing to the piece of wood leaned up against his chair.

"It's where I kept track of our Lord's holy scriptures while on the island."

"The island you crashed on, right?"

"Yes."

"The island you said you didn't want to leave at first, correct?" she asked, straightening her glasses and glancing down at his file.

"Yes."

"This...island. Didn't you say all sorts of odd things occurred there? Mysterious hatches? Strange electromagnetic pulses? Supernatural powers?"

"Correct."

"And you believe that all these things happened to you, Eko?"

( The real reason Mr. Eko carried that Jesus stick around )

jameson044 asked to see Elliot and Olivia from Law & Order: SVU watching Oz

***

She sipped at her coffee and sighed. "Stakeouts suck."

Elliot cocked a half-grin and stretched behind the wheel. "I don't mind 'em. Fresh air is good."

She made a face. "But stale coffee isn't," she said, pouring the rest of the cup out the window.

He sniffed at his and did the same.

"Oh, so I meant to tell you," she said, turning to him. "I watched this really crazy TV show last night."

"Since when do you have time to watch TV?"

"I don't...a friend gave it to me on DVD."

"Since when do you have friends?"

( Elliot gets honest about why he likes the show behind the cut )

siberian_skys asked for an Oz/X-Files crossover in which Krycek and Toby spoke about their dead/missing lovers.

***

His leather jacket moaned as he reached for the beer the bartender set in front of him. He waved the man away. "I want to open the bottle myself," he mumbled, tossing a five onto the bar.

Reaching into his pocket, he found the metal opener attached to his keys. The bottle cap popped off with a satisfying hiss.

"Paranoid?"

Krycek turned to the man across from him who asked the question. He was well-dressed, with blonde hair that touched the nape of his neck. Blue eyes connected with his green, and Krycek squinted back in annoyance.

"Just careful," Krycek responded, sipping at his beer.

"I knew a guy who used to get pissed off if he couldn't wear his boots into the shower."

"Makes washing your feet a bitch, no doubt," he replied.

The blonde man chuckled and sidled over to where Krycek was perched on his stool. "Nah, he was always worried about getting Athlete's foot. He worried more about that than getting shanked."

Krycek's eyebrow rose at the turn in the conversation. "Shanked?"

The blonde man nodded and took a gulp of his martini. "Oz," he said, licking at his bottom lip. "Y'know, the prison."

"Yeah, I've heard about it."

"He used to wear his socks until his toes came through, too," the man said, smiling to himself. "Crazy fuck."

"I knew a guy who used to wear this ratty, torn Knicks jersey when we watched the games on TV. I never could get him to replace it."

"It had sentimental value?"

"He was a crazy fuck, too," Krycek smiled back.

The blonde man sipped at his drink, and the two men were quiet for a few moments.

"You miss him?" Krycek asked quietly, guessing at the man's usage of the past tense.

"Every day," the other man admitted. "You?"

"Every moment," Krycek answered, returning to his beer.

So I should be writing my Prison Break review today (meh, I'll do it tomorrow when I'm extra extra bored in work) but instead I'd rather write some snippets.

I love writing dialogue, so give me something two characters would be talking about (crazy, weird, serious, whatever) and I'll have some fun with it. Pair whoever you want together. If you like it, feel free to stick it into something you're already working on. See? Give me a prompt and I'll help you cheat!

And to make it more interesting, I can write in the following fandoms:
Oz (well, duh)
The X-Files (well, duh again)
Law&Order: SVU
Prison Break
Lost
Buffy
Angel
Firefly (Wash!!!! *sob*)
Battlestar Galactica
Nip/Tuck
Wanted
Highlander: The Series
Veronica Mars
The Simpsons (that would be challenging)
Supernatural

Shit, I watch a lot of TV.