Meme: 10 Drabbles Up for Grabs

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A meme, forced on me taken from worlddescending, who will now be writing me Terminator fic:


The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing (within reason, people. Within reason :P). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)

1) worlddescending
2) xenokattz
3) tarma
4) shane_mayham
5) crevanfox
6) ivyadrena
7) rodlox
8) milleniumrex
9) randi2204
10) escritoireazul
10 a) rougecatwoman

I'm about to go shoe shopping and then to Ikea for bookshelves, but I'll be back after that and will work on these tonight. With luck, I'll finish most of them! Don't hold your breath!

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She smelled like rain, Henry thought idly. "Ororo, my dear, can I help you with that?" Henry went to her side and lifted a box filled with seedlings that the other mutant was taking to her greenhouse. She smiled at him, sunlight glinting from her teeth and Henry resisted the urge to reach out and touch her hair.

"Thanks, Henry. It's always nice to have you visit. I tire of monosyllabic conversations with Logan." Ororo teased.

"I rarely lack for words," Hank admitted, following her through the garden. "Besides which, I find horticulture calming after the jungle politics of Washington."

"You know that you're welcome here anytime that you need a break." Ororo pushed open the door and indicated a work bench where Hank set down the tray he was carrying. Glancing at his hands, he saw dirt embedded in his fur and he self-consciously tried to shake it free.

"Here." Ororo caught his arm and tugged him towards a sink. "I'll get it."

"It's all right." Hank's voice dropped to an almost whisper. His hands looked so monstrous next to hers - large and furred and blue, where hers were small and deft and delicate. She ignored him and turned on the water. Scooping it into her hands, she carefully washed his fur clean.

"Thank you." Hank pulled away, embarassed to realize that he'd almost been holding his breath. Taking a towel, he dried his hands and turned away from her.

"Henry." Ororo's called his name softly and he stilled. "You don't have to be self-conscious. We've been friends for a long time."

"But I've only been this way for a short time."

"Blue suits you." Ororo touched his shoulder and he turned. "And the fur is soft and feels nice."

"And smells like wet dog, now that you've washed it." Hank finished bitterly.

"Oh, no. You don't smell bad at all. You smell like the earth after the rain." Her comparison startled him in lieu of his earlier thoughts, which is why he didn't guess her intention until her mouth was pressed to his. When he didn't react, Ororo pulled back slightly. "I'm sorry..."

He caught her by the waist. "Don't be sorry on my account."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No."

Outside, it began to rain.

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:D

Aw, Henry. I think his lack of ego makes him one of the more likeable characters.

very cute and angsty(on Henrys part at least)