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Three Sentence Ficathon fills part 2
More fills written for the Three Sentence Ficathon, which is still going strong! My ability to confine myself to 3 sentences, on the other hand, is going steadily downhill ...
5.
Any / The Borrowers ( all media), any, Person A finds a Borrower ( Person B) . How do they react? (Dark Matter/The Borrowers)
Five was curled up, reading a book on hyperspace couplers, in the vent over the canteen/lounge when someone knocked on the edge of the half-open grating. She slid it all the way to the side and poked her head out.
"Hi," Three said. "Figured you were either here or in the engine room." He looked around and leaned closer with a conspiratorial sort of attitude. "Ask you a question?"
"If this is about hygiene, weapons, or --" she made a face, "-- sex, no, the answer is no."
"No no, it's not really personal, and I gotta ask you because Two would laugh at me, this doesn't seem like the kind of thing Six would know, Four grunted something at me and closed the door in my face, and I can't find the Android. Anyway, you're the smartest person I know. Besides the Android."
"Out of the like five people you know," she said, but dangled out of the vent anyway. "Yeah, sure, go for it."
"So I know I've forgotten a lot of stuff, and probably never knew a whole lot in the first place," Three said, and she nodded emphatically. "But do you know if there's such a thing as ..." He held his hand up, fingers a few inches apart. "Tiny people? About yea high? Is that a thing?"
Five stared at him. Then she said, "Have you been drinking that booze we got on Channing Station again?"
"I'm sober."
"I can literally smell you."
"Okay, so I might have had a drink just now, because of --" He broke off. "Reasons."
"You're not acting weird at all."
"You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked."
"Why are you asking, exactly?" she called after him.
"No reason!" he called over his shoulder, and vanished out the door.
"You're so weird!" Five yelled after him, and then pulled herself back into her vent. But she didn't go back to her book right away.
Because she had noticed odd things around the engine room, every now and then, now that he mentioned it. Tools going missing, that sort of thing. Just little things. She usually assumed the Android had moved stuff around, but she hadn't actually asked.
Was it possible the ship was actually infested with something? Not tiny people, of course, that was ridiculous. But some sort of pest. If there was something on board the ship, it was hard to believe it had been here long because surely she would have noticed something earlier, but who knows? Maybe she'd have to put some traps out, or ask the Android about setting up cameras.
Sometimes she wished their former, non-mindwiped selves had left notes. That would be so convenient at times like this.
6.
Any, any, space AU (Schitt's Creek)
"Daaaaaad! David's doing something to the engines again and we're all going to die!"
"Get away from the engines, David, if something's broken Stevie will fix it."
"Thanks," Stevie muttered, looking up with a bandana tied around her hair to keep it out of her eyes as she wrestled with a stuck coupling on the environmental system pipes. If it wasn't for her they'd have all frozen, suffocated, or blown up five solar systems ago -- she knew it; they all knew it. The one thing she would say for the Schitt's Creek was that it was better than the mining asteroid she'd grown up on, but that wasn't saying a whole lot.
7.
any, any, "it looks worse than it is" (Iron Fist)
"It looks worse than it is, Ward, really."
"You do not get to say that when you're bleeding on me. Seriously."
He tightened the makeshift bandage around Danny's upper arm, maybe pulling a little harder than necessary, except that made Danny blanch in pain and then Ward just felt like a dick. Danny was paler than usual and looked a little shocky, sweaty and wide-eyed.
But Danny probably wasn't wrong; it had almost stopped bleeding anyway by the time they finally found a place to stop and Ward got the bandage on (made from a torn piece of his shirt). Now if they could just get down this stupid mountain and find a drugstore and get something to disinfect the damn thing before it got infected, maybe things would be okay until the next time everything went horribly wrong. Because such was their lives now.
"You look like you're thinking about all the terrible things that didn't happen, so stop it," Danny said, holding his canteen with his good hand so Ward could rinse the blood off his hands under the thin flow of water. Danny's blood.
"I have a look for that?"
"You do, actually. Stop it."
Five minutes later, Ward's foot slipped into a hole between two tree roots and he wrenched his ankle and then hopped around on one foot while Danny stared at him worriedly. "It looks worse than it is," he ground out between his teeth, leaning on the tree, and Danny laughed.
8.
Any, any, dressing up (Stranger Things)
"Four spritzes," Steve says, as Dustin turns his head back and forth, trying to see the sides of his weirdly mashed-down hair, "no more, no less. No, stop touching it, you'll get it out of alignment."
"What happens if you do more than four?" Dustin can't help asking. "Is it like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters? Does it catch on fire?" He's oddly fascinated by the idea, in a way that should probably worry him given that it's his own head, but really it's just scientifically interesting; how combustible is this stuff, really?
"What? No! It's hairspray, dude. God. You look like a Van Halen, is what happens." Steve bats Dustin's hands away from his hair, again. "C'mon, stop touching it and let's go turn you loose on the female population of Hawkins. They're gonna love it."
Dustin is a lot less confident about that (a whole lot less confident) but Steve says so, and Steve had an actual girlfriend for like, a year, which is a whole year longer than Dustin has ever had a girlfriend, so he's willing to trust in Steve's expertise.
9.
Any fandom, any characters, accidentally falling asleep on each other. (Iron Fist)
It happened for the first time on the flight to Hong Kong, maybe not surprising; it was night when they left New York, and they'd both been running on fumes for days, Danny in particular, so sleeping on the plane was basically a given at that point. Still, Ward wasn't expecting it to happen quite like it did: they were sitting on the floor of the Rand private jet beside a little coffee-table type of thing, and Danny was trying to show him how to fold a paper boat while leaning against his shoulder, and then he realized Danny had somehow gotten a lot heavier and looked down at the top of Danny's fluffy head and realized that Danny had fallen asleep on him.
Which was pretty much just the beginning of Danny falling asleep on him on planes and trains, on buses and in restaurants, next to campfires and on stranger's couches. Danny, Ward quickly learned, could fall asleep literally anywhere. He once fell asleep standing up in a crowded Kyoto subway, leaning on Ward, of course, because Ward was now apparently Danny's own personal pillow.
There were times when Ward, a chronic insomnia sufferer who had trouble falling asleep in a nice soft bed with fluffy down pillows, could really hate the son of a bitch.
"It's just all those years of training," Danny explained after he fell asleep (on Ward, naturally) in the middle of an actual flood while they were huddled in a tree after managing to scramble out of their flash-flooded camp.
"They taught you sleep-fu?"
"You know what I mean."
Yeah, he did, was the worst part; it was the inverse of his own issue, but it was the fruit of the same poisonous tree. In his case it manifested itself as hypervigilance that made it next to impossible to turn his brain off no matter how many times he checked his door locks, while Danny had apparently learned to catnap even while sitting up in a tree in the pouring rain.
But the thing he never actually mentioned, the thing he never did complain about because he didn't want to call attention to it, was that Danny felt safe enough with him to fall asleep next to him, or leaning on him, because he actually did know how much that meant, and he knew that Danny probably couldn't do that with most people. And the most deeply hidden secret of all was that it went both ways; he slept better around Danny, too.
10.
Any, Any, there was only one bed (Agent Carter)
"I'll take the bed, obviously," Peggy said as soon as they opened the door and took in the state of the accommodations.
Jack gave her a look. The absolute least she could do was give him an opportunity to offer chivalrously. Given that she wasn't willing to make even that sort of concession, why should he? "I thought you didn't want special consideration on behalf of your sex, Carter."
"Do you want it, then?" she inquired, giving him a challenging look.
"Yes," he said, because he wasn't about to let her win this game.
"Very well, I'm perfectly willing to wrestle for it."
"Er, you're what now."
"First throw wins?" Peggy said, dropping her pack on the floor. "Or best two of three? I'll have you recall you didn't do well against me the last time."
He knew when he was outmaneuvered. It was a matter of giving in gracefully now, or yielding ingloriously after she pressed his face into the carpet, which incidentally did not look at all clean. "Fine, whatever, I'll sleep in the bathtub."
"You can have the pillow," she said magnanimously.
5.
Any / The Borrowers ( all media), any, Person A finds a Borrower ( Person B) . How do they react? (Dark Matter/The Borrowers)
Five was curled up, reading a book on hyperspace couplers, in the vent over the canteen/lounge when someone knocked on the edge of the half-open grating. She slid it all the way to the side and poked her head out.
"Hi," Three said. "Figured you were either here or in the engine room." He looked around and leaned closer with a conspiratorial sort of attitude. "Ask you a question?"
"If this is about hygiene, weapons, or --" she made a face, "-- sex, no, the answer is no."
"No no, it's not really personal, and I gotta ask you because Two would laugh at me, this doesn't seem like the kind of thing Six would know, Four grunted something at me and closed the door in my face, and I can't find the Android. Anyway, you're the smartest person I know. Besides the Android."
"Out of the like five people you know," she said, but dangled out of the vent anyway. "Yeah, sure, go for it."
"So I know I've forgotten a lot of stuff, and probably never knew a whole lot in the first place," Three said, and she nodded emphatically. "But do you know if there's such a thing as ..." He held his hand up, fingers a few inches apart. "Tiny people? About yea high? Is that a thing?"
Five stared at him. Then she said, "Have you been drinking that booze we got on Channing Station again?"
"I'm sober."
"I can literally smell you."
"Okay, so I might have had a drink just now, because of --" He broke off. "Reasons."
"You're not acting weird at all."
"You know what? Never mind. Forget I asked."
"Why are you asking, exactly?" she called after him.
"No reason!" he called over his shoulder, and vanished out the door.
"You're so weird!" Five yelled after him, and then pulled herself back into her vent. But she didn't go back to her book right away.
Because she had noticed odd things around the engine room, every now and then, now that he mentioned it. Tools going missing, that sort of thing. Just little things. She usually assumed the Android had moved stuff around, but she hadn't actually asked.
Was it possible the ship was actually infested with something? Not tiny people, of course, that was ridiculous. But some sort of pest. If there was something on board the ship, it was hard to believe it had been here long because surely she would have noticed something earlier, but who knows? Maybe she'd have to put some traps out, or ask the Android about setting up cameras.
Sometimes she wished their former, non-mindwiped selves had left notes. That would be so convenient at times like this.
6.
Any, any, space AU (Schitt's Creek)
"Daaaaaad! David's doing something to the engines again and we're all going to die!"
"Get away from the engines, David, if something's broken Stevie will fix it."
"Thanks," Stevie muttered, looking up with a bandana tied around her hair to keep it out of her eyes as she wrestled with a stuck coupling on the environmental system pipes. If it wasn't for her they'd have all frozen, suffocated, or blown up five solar systems ago -- she knew it; they all knew it. The one thing she would say for the Schitt's Creek was that it was better than the mining asteroid she'd grown up on, but that wasn't saying a whole lot.
7.
any, any, "it looks worse than it is" (Iron Fist)
"It looks worse than it is, Ward, really."
"You do not get to say that when you're bleeding on me. Seriously."
He tightened the makeshift bandage around Danny's upper arm, maybe pulling a little harder than necessary, except that made Danny blanch in pain and then Ward just felt like a dick. Danny was paler than usual and looked a little shocky, sweaty and wide-eyed.
But Danny probably wasn't wrong; it had almost stopped bleeding anyway by the time they finally found a place to stop and Ward got the bandage on (made from a torn piece of his shirt). Now if they could just get down this stupid mountain and find a drugstore and get something to disinfect the damn thing before it got infected, maybe things would be okay until the next time everything went horribly wrong. Because such was their lives now.
"You look like you're thinking about all the terrible things that didn't happen, so stop it," Danny said, holding his canteen with his good hand so Ward could rinse the blood off his hands under the thin flow of water. Danny's blood.
"I have a look for that?"
"You do, actually. Stop it."
Five minutes later, Ward's foot slipped into a hole between two tree roots and he wrenched his ankle and then hopped around on one foot while Danny stared at him worriedly. "It looks worse than it is," he ground out between his teeth, leaning on the tree, and Danny laughed.
8.
Any, any, dressing up (Stranger Things)
"Four spritzes," Steve says, as Dustin turns his head back and forth, trying to see the sides of his weirdly mashed-down hair, "no more, no less. No, stop touching it, you'll get it out of alignment."
"What happens if you do more than four?" Dustin can't help asking. "Is it like crossing the streams in Ghostbusters? Does it catch on fire?" He's oddly fascinated by the idea, in a way that should probably worry him given that it's his own head, but really it's just scientifically interesting; how combustible is this stuff, really?
"What? No! It's hairspray, dude. God. You look like a Van Halen, is what happens." Steve bats Dustin's hands away from his hair, again. "C'mon, stop touching it and let's go turn you loose on the female population of Hawkins. They're gonna love it."
Dustin is a lot less confident about that (a whole lot less confident) but Steve says so, and Steve had an actual girlfriend for like, a year, which is a whole year longer than Dustin has ever had a girlfriend, so he's willing to trust in Steve's expertise.
9.
Any fandom, any characters, accidentally falling asleep on each other. (Iron Fist)
It happened for the first time on the flight to Hong Kong, maybe not surprising; it was night when they left New York, and they'd both been running on fumes for days, Danny in particular, so sleeping on the plane was basically a given at that point. Still, Ward wasn't expecting it to happen quite like it did: they were sitting on the floor of the Rand private jet beside a little coffee-table type of thing, and Danny was trying to show him how to fold a paper boat while leaning against his shoulder, and then he realized Danny had somehow gotten a lot heavier and looked down at the top of Danny's fluffy head and realized that Danny had fallen asleep on him.
Which was pretty much just the beginning of Danny falling asleep on him on planes and trains, on buses and in restaurants, next to campfires and on stranger's couches. Danny, Ward quickly learned, could fall asleep literally anywhere. He once fell asleep standing up in a crowded Kyoto subway, leaning on Ward, of course, because Ward was now apparently Danny's own personal pillow.
There were times when Ward, a chronic insomnia sufferer who had trouble falling asleep in a nice soft bed with fluffy down pillows, could really hate the son of a bitch.
"It's just all those years of training," Danny explained after he fell asleep (on Ward, naturally) in the middle of an actual flood while they were huddled in a tree after managing to scramble out of their flash-flooded camp.
"They taught you sleep-fu?"
"You know what I mean."
Yeah, he did, was the worst part; it was the inverse of his own issue, but it was the fruit of the same poisonous tree. In his case it manifested itself as hypervigilance that made it next to impossible to turn his brain off no matter how many times he checked his door locks, while Danny had apparently learned to catnap even while sitting up in a tree in the pouring rain.
But the thing he never actually mentioned, the thing he never did complain about because he didn't want to call attention to it, was that Danny felt safe enough with him to fall asleep next to him, or leaning on him, because he actually did know how much that meant, and he knew that Danny probably couldn't do that with most people. And the most deeply hidden secret of all was that it went both ways; he slept better around Danny, too.
10.
Any, Any, there was only one bed (Agent Carter)
"I'll take the bed, obviously," Peggy said as soon as they opened the door and took in the state of the accommodations.
Jack gave her a look. The absolute least she could do was give him an opportunity to offer chivalrously. Given that she wasn't willing to make even that sort of concession, why should he? "I thought you didn't want special consideration on behalf of your sex, Carter."
"Do you want it, then?" she inquired, giving him a challenging look.
"Yes," he said, because he wasn't about to let her win this game.
"Very well, I'm perfectly willing to wrestle for it."
"Er, you're what now."
"First throw wins?" Peggy said, dropping her pack on the floor. "Or best two of three? I'll have you recall you didn't do well against me the last time."
He knew when he was outmaneuvered. It was a matter of giving in gracefully now, or yielding ingloriously after she pressed his face into the carpet, which incidentally did not look at all clean. "Fine, whatever, I'll sleep in the bathtub."
"You can have the pillow," she said magnanimously.