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Meme: 5 Requests
Meme-time, since I"m waiting for football to start. :D
Warning: I've been drinking already. But that's what you get when you're SNOWED IN and there is football on TV tonight! Wheee!
The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet/haiku? of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. No need to limit yourself to fandoms I know but if I don't, I am just going to make up something ridiculous.
Warning: I've been drinking already. But that's what you get when you're SNOWED IN and there is football on TV tonight! Wheee!
The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet/haiku? of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. No need to limit yourself to fandoms I know but if I don't, I am just going to make up something ridiculous.
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And FUCK YEAH for snowed in! Wish it would happen to me. I'm gonna go ahead and drink anyway, though.
...wait, I don't remember what fandoms you do anymore, so I guess the drabble/ficlet/haiku is something of your choosing. I ask only for food-related fluff. :)
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"What is this?" Jack looks up in surprise, after Tosh sets a bowl down on his desk.
"Chicken soup."
"Okay," Jack leans back, his expression thoughtful. "Why?"
"You've not been acting yourself lately," Tosh shrugs, her eyes lingering on his before she looks down. "I thought this might help."
"I don't get sick," Jack reminds her.
"Maybe not physically," Tosh murmurs. "But heartsick doesn't kill you, Jack. I know."
Slowly, Jack leaned forward until his chair was on firm ground again. "I'm all right, Tosh. It was... a long time ago."
"And only a moment past," Tosh smiles at him and Jack realizes again, with a start of surprise that annoys him, how smart and perceptive this woman truly was.
"No pithy book or cliche? You're not going to give me a card that says it's better to have love and lost than never have loved at all? Or a book called Chicken Soup for the Soul?"
Tosh's eyes cloud and she sighs softly. "If you ever find something that works like that, Jack, you'll have to tell me. I've not found it."
He feels like an arse. "Tosh, I..."
She smiles at him again. "Enjoy the soup, Jack. I made it myself."
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:D