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[trace_of_scarlet]

I totes meant to post this last night, but forgotted. D: Also alas_a_llama forgot to remind me. *dramaticpoint!*

So! Give me two characters and a prompt, and I'll drabble about them.

Eric gets moar choices, by way of allowing him retribution for my spamming his memepost with ideas and not following the memerules.

Lulz.

*flees for lecture!*

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[st-lemur.livejournal.com]

Jack Bauer, Mickey Mouse, the Six Nations rugby championship.

[wakeupnew]

In continuing my quest to make it so that I am not the only person on the internet to write Run, Fatboy, Run fic (not Run Fatboy Rum, fingers. NO RUM) -- Libby and Dennis, before.

[niblick-iii.livejournal.com]

House, Wilson, Hospital New Years Party. :D

[(Anonymous)]

um... am i the only one who finds this thread incomprehensible? what the hell is it about?

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

Er... who're you?

[hairy-mclegs.livejournal.com]

hmm, that's odd, why wasn't I signed in at the time? well t'was I!

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

HI BEN. Are you on MSN?

Anyway. It's a meme. From Eric (alas_a_llama), who forgot to poke me about posting it last night. Somebody suggests two characters and an idea, and I write a mini fic about it.

The aforementioned Eric gets to make more suggestions and break the rules a bit, because that's what I did when he posted it.

And then there's a random bit of lolcat speech, because it's infectious and has invaded my typing.

Make sense now?

[hairy-mclegs.livejournal.com]

much better thanks =D.

i do do msn. do you use the address on your face book? i just added it in case otherwise add mine which i will email to you now

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Sam Linnfer and Jack Harkness re: ...Let's just say canon.

:D?

[ashen_key]

Sam and Medusa, in his world.

[ashen_key]

Also! If I don't catch you tomorow, I need to give you a heads' up about something I'm doing with Meda, so is there an email address you prefer?

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

Either works, but splash dot of dot blue at gmail dot com is probably easiest.

*enquiring headtilt?*

[alas-a-llama.livejournal.com]

Okays, so you gave me five (lulzfive), so:

Atton Rand, Sam Linnfer - football.

Molly Hayes, Gert Yorkes - rebelling.

Atton, Sam and Meda - cooking.

OlderMolly and Guppy - immaturity.

And for darkfic (darkfic is dark!): Atton and Sam - prisoners.

Sam and Atton -- Football

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

(Er, this is a bit big. And the quality's a bit dubious. Sorry?)

Sam had never really paid much attention to football – it was just one of those odd things large gangs of mortals seemed to like, spending whole evenings in the pouring rain inexplicably managing to enjoy themselves.

So when some genius came up with the idea of a Milliways football match (all the Lucifers against all the angels), he found himself stuck attempting to learn the rules in about half an hour, from a book Bar produced called Football For Dummies.

The combined Lucifers found themselves with an even worse problem when they discovered that they were one short of a full team. Sam went to see Atton, who reacted exactly as expected.

“No!”

Sam flailed at him. “Come on, please? We need someone else, and you’d be good!”

“But I don’t know the rules!” Atton pointed out, flailing back at him.

“Me neither!”

“And- and--” He scrabbled for another reason. “I’m not a Lucifer! I don’t count!”

“But you’re evil!” Sam shot back with a grin. “Even more evil than I am.”

“No!”

“Pleeeeeeeease.” Puppy-dog eyes. “Please, Atton? I’ll be really grateful, go on.”

Atton sighed. “You’d better be.”

~

Atton was quite good, as it turned out; he was actually rather better than Sam, which was slightly embarrassing. He was exceptionally good at the really nasty variety of sliding tackles, which would probably have got him sent off several times over had the referee not inexplicably failed to turn up. Rumours that Sharpe had been scared off were totally unfounded, naturally.

Unfortunately, the last time he tried this, he managed to miss his target and instead go careening into Sam, sending them both rolling over in the mud until they crashed to a halt in front of a cheering Ace, the pair of them utterly filthy.

Atton peered down at Sam, sprawled beneath him, attempting an ingratiating grin. “So, you know how you said you’d be really really grateful, right...”

Sam gave him a slightly-exasperated look. “I suppose.”

So at the end of the match (Lucifers 666, Angels 0, naturally, and nobody could ever figure out who’d hexed the scoreboard to stick that way), nobody seemed to be too surprised when Sam and Atton disappeared into the showers.

They didn’t come out for some time.

Re: Sam and Atton -- Football

[alas-a-llama.livejournal.com]

This? Is awesome.

Re: Sam and Atton -- Football

[necessary_child]

:D

[ceitfianna]

Will and Sam-discussing women and scary families.

[homicidalfink.livejournal.com]

Sam and Merlin. Fingerpaints