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RD Lenix (rdlenix) wrote,
@ 2008-04-01 18:31:00

Current mood:

bored

Meme times
I decided to bring back a meme I enjoyed a while back.

Drabble Meme

You give me a couple, any couple (so long as I've played one of the characters, or you know I know the canon) and I'll write a drabble around 100(0) words about them in reply to your comment. This can be romantic or not, and it can have been a game-canon couple, or something completely off-the-wall. Backstory, future, AU, just let me know if you want something specific in the comment and I'll whip it up.

My list of characters can be found in my profile and I'd be willing to write stuff for the following fandoms in general:
House, MD. Being Human. Law and Order: SVU. Oz.

Go forth and request.

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	no_rhetoric 2008-04-02 06:52 am UTC (link)
	Hoo I'm going cross fandom, biotch! AND testing y'all's Oz skillz. Wilson/Keller Elliot/House God/Elliot Cyril O'Reilly/Howard Moon (...What? Yeah.) (Reply to this) (Thread)

Wilson/Keller

rdlenix
2008-04-02 07:51 am UTC (link)

Three years in prison.

That was what he got for refusing to give House up. For refusing to testify. Tritter had lost his conviction for House and was taking it out on Wilson. Oh the silly things a man did for love, the young man scoffed to himself as he sat on one of the benches in Oz, surrounded by a few other new inmates. Some had been through the system before and seemed outwardly at ease. Others like himself were tense; eyes wild with fear and utter uncertainty. With sheer naivety that would probably get some of them killed.

Though he apparently had a strange saving grace: McManus. The creator of Emerald City had looked over his file and offered the more civil atmosphere which Wilson gobbled up like a starved child. Diane, one of the hacks, approached with three men trailing behind her. One was shorter, stout, with tattoos all over his body.

"Stevenson, this is Hoyt. He'll be your sponsor at Em city." The CO stated firmly, watching as Stevenson and Hoyt merely exchanged nods and headed off. The second was a quiet, serene black man with a strange cap on. Wilson new instantly he was Muslim and glanced down a little. Said passed by him though as he was introduced to another, younger black inmate. They embraced and were gone.

That left the tall, dark and handsome man left for him.

"Chris Keller? Meet Dr. James Wilson. You two play nice." Diane stated, turning away to follow the rest back to Em city.

Wilson stared up at Chris nervously, warm brown eyes meeting cold, dark blue as they sized each other up. They didn't offer hands or greetings, just nods as Wilson stood and followed his sponsor back to the quad.

...

Keller wasn't exactly pleased with his new room mate. He'd been outed from Beecher's pod so little Andy could lay in Toby's warm, loving arms and feel protected. Yes, he was a bit jealous but in the end when the kid destroyed himself he would be vindicated. For the meantime he had a new piece of meat to play with and he was going to make the best of it. Maybe even make Toby a bit jealous.

Holding the door open for Wilson - which seemed to surprise the good doctor - he followed him in and let it close.

"You get the top bunk." Keller stated simply as he watched Wilson toss his stuff onto the top bunk, blatantly checking out the other man's ass. "What are you in for?"

"For pissing off a detective." Wilson answered bitterly and then realized that was probably a stupid move. Shrugging, he moved to jump up onto the top bunk, pulling off his shoes.

"That sucks." And they didn't speak again until after lights out.

...

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Wilson/Keller cont.

rdlenix
2008-04-02 07:52 am UTC (link)

...

"Hey." Keller whispered from the bottom bunk. He knew Wilson was still awake. The other man kept shifting, making little noises he thought were soft enough that his room mate wouldn't hear but oh Keller heard and didn't even feel the slightest bit of pity for the man.

Though he could pretend he did.

"Hey Wilson." He whispered again when he realized the other man wasn't answering. With a roll of his eyes he got out of bed and stood, peering at the man on the top bunk. "Ignoring a guy when he's trying to talk to you is a real good way to piss him off, y'know." Ha. That got Wilson's attention. He could barely make out the younger man's milky brown eyes filled with uncertainty and tears. "Hey." Keller put on a sympathetic face and reached forward to wipe away some of the moisture he knew was on Wilson's cheek even if he couldn't see it. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Wilson rasped, his voice cracking. He closed his eyes, feeling so pathetic as the other inmate touched him gently on the cheek, neck and then his shoulder.

"Come on down." Keller coaxed.

"What? Why?" Was he going to get raped? Was Keller going to hurt him?

"Just come down here. C'mon." Keller tugged on Wilson's shirt gently and the young man hesitantly got down off the bed, grimacing a little when the other man's hands came to rest on his hips. "No more crying, alright?" Offering a convincing yet false smile, he pulled Wilson close. "I'll keep you safe if you give me something in return."

So in the shadows of their pod, Wilson allowed Keller to have his way with him, feeling much too hopeless and helpless to have it any other way.

...

The next day he sat on one side of the glass, House on the other, watching him with unreadable blue eyes. Wilson looked like shit. He was terribly shaken by Keller's attentions, by the nightmares by...everything. Picking up the phone finally he swallowed.

"You look like shit." House stated plainly. "Find yourself a nice boyfriend already?" The older man's tone was actually mocking and to Wilson it was a blow to the stomach.

"House, I'm in here because of you." Wilson pointed out, frowning.

"Yeah, well. It's your fault. You should have opened that big mouth of yours." It would perhaps seem as if House didn't care about his friend being locked up but it was the complete opposite: He cared too much. So, as the insults and sarcasm flew freely from his mouth he watched as Wilson's composure was broken down to nothing until his friend simply dropped the phone and walked off.

Back into Chris Keller's less than loving arms.

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God/Elliot

rdlenix
2008-04-02 08:38 am UTC (link)

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.

Those were the first words out of his mouth when he stepped into the confessional. Though he was surprised it had led to this. Led to him sitting across the table from God. Who happened to be drinking coffee.

"So, you've sinned?" God inquired casually, a lazy smirk passing across His lips, blue eyes holding so much compassion for the human across from Him.

"Yeah but I guess You already know that." Stabler pointed out.

"I do, yes. But I also like to hear My creation confess. So." He motioned for Stabler to go on.

Sitting face to face with God, Stabler confessed his sins without fear of persecution. Without the fear of judgment because as he looked into the Lord's eyes he felt a strange sense of calm as his sins spilled out of his mouth.

In the end they sat in a park together and Stabler leaned against the Creator as he old stories of old until he drifted to sleep.

...

It was morning when Stabler woke up in his bed, finding the day had started over. Rubbing his face he found himself confused. Had it been just a dream?

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	svu_ada 2008-04-02 07:21 am UTC (link)
	Aramis / Alex (don't ask me why - it amuses me g) (Reply to this) (Thread)

Alex/Aramis

rdlenix
2008-04-02 08:59 am UTC (link)

"Here's to...well...I don't know." Aramis stated with a rather bubbly laugh as he took another swig of wine. He and Alex had been drinking for the past few hours. It was a gorgeous summer evening, Athos was off doing business related things and Alex had needed company.

So Aramis had offered a night of wine and good company, pleased to have her accept. They sat on the back patio in comfortable chairs, well into their third bottle of wine which led to the sloppy toast.

"A reason to drink wine?" Alex offered, her cheeks flushed, blonde hair falling into her eyes.

"Yes! That's a good toast." Glancing down, he snickered when his puppy Elizabeth whined and sniffed at him. "No wine for you, little miss. You are too young."

After a moment he looked to Alex and smiled, seeming to sober up for a minute.

"How about this." He stated softly, "Here's to good friends." Aramis held up the wine glass, eyes glimmering as he saw Alex's whole face light up.

"To good friends." She answered and their glasses touched with a soft clink.

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	Re: Alex/Aramis svu_ada 2008-04-03 03:04 am UTC (link)
	yay! very nice ;) (Reply to this) (Parent)

	cadet_cassie 2008-04-02 04:52 pm UTC (link)
	Mitchell/Lauren/George. Why yes I am a bit evil. (Reply to this)