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perpetual_motion) wrote2004-12-14 03:02 pm
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Final Recent Fic Requests
"Mysterious"
Sam Seaborn/Eliot Stabler [West Wing/Law & Order: SVU]
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shoshannagold, because she asked.
Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
“So, when do we meet the new guy?”
Sam looked from his computer to Josh with a confused look. “What?”
“Don’t play sly, Sam.” Josh laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head. “I know your ‘I’m getting action’ face, and I’ve seen it twelve times in the last three weeks.”
“You’ve been counting my ‘action’ faces?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you have work or something?”
“So they tell me.”
“They?”
Josh waved a hand vaguely. “They.” He shrugged, dropped his hands to the tabletop, and leaned forward. “So, when do we meet him?”
“”Who’s this ‘we’? Is the ‘we’ related to the ‘they’?”
“*Sam*.”
Sam grinned at Josh’s impatience. “You’ll meet him eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“Yeah.”
“Why so long?”
“You want the whole list?”
“There’s a *list*? Yeah, hit me.”
Sam started ticking off reasons with his fingers. “First, he’s only been in DC for two months. He finalized his divorce a year ago, and he moved down here because the new job offers better money, which makes it easier for him to pay child support. It also gets him a little further from his ex. There were some issues. Second, he has three kids who don’t know about me yet. I’d prefer to meet them before he meets you and the mysterious ‘we’. Third, he’s a cop.”
“Wait. A cop?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind of cop?”
“He was in Sex Crimes in New York, but now he’s heading the Narcotics division of Metro.”
Something was itching at the back of Josh’s brain. “Narcotics?”
“Yeah.”
Josh couldn’t figure out why it was ringing a bell. “What’s he look like?”
“Tall. Light brown hair. Blue eyes.” Sam watched Josh think. “You don’t know him.”
“Something’s familiar about him.” Josh jumped up from the table and walked over to where the day’s papers were stacked. He spread the top paper across the table. “Something’s familiar…” he trailed off as he flipped pages. “Ah-ha!” He held the paper up to read it. “’Eliot Stabler, recent addition to the Washington, DC Metro Police, gave an interview to explain his plans for the city’s Narcotics division’.” Josh grinned and handed the paper to Sam. “Your boyfriend gave an interview. I read it this morning. I *knew* he sounded familiar.”
Sam took the paper and skimmed the article. It mentioned Eliot’s recent move, his kids, his former work in Sex Crimes, and a brief description of his physical features to make up for a lack of photograph. Narcotics officers weren’t photographed. It made it that much easier for drug dealers to identify and shoot them. “This was supposed to come out tomorrow. I usually skip the police section.”
“There was a huge drug bust last night. I caught it on the late news. They probably thought it would fit together.”
“There’s the mysterious ‘they’ again.”
Josh grinned. “Yeah. So, when do I meet him?”
Sam shrugged. “Eventually.”
"Afterwards"
Lennie/Ed [Law & Order]
forsnapes_gurl, because she asked.
Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
He wakes up to a dull, throbbing pain that he recognizes instantly as a gunshot wound on heavy meds. He forces his eyes open just to see how ugly the room is. It’s not the ugliest hospital room he’s ever seen, but he thinks it’s due more to Lennie sitting in the chair by the bed than the actual décor. “Hey.” Ed’s voice is raspy, and his throat is dry.
Lennie holds out a glass of water with a straw and watches Ed drink. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “We were chasing Ricky Ticki Tavi.”
“I remember. Stupidest street name ever.”
“Yeah.” Lennie puts the glass back on the table. “Some other punk jumped out from behind the dumpster and fired. He shot you in the leg. It went straight through. You’ll be handling all of our paperwork for awhile.”
“Lucky me.” Ed makes a face, and it makes Lennie smile. “How long was I out?”
“Just a couple of hours.” Lennie presses the button by the bed to call the nurse. He touches Ed’s face with the back of his fingers. “You scared me.”
Ed doesn’t apologize. It’s pointless. They’re cops. Sometimes, cops get shot at. Sometimes, they get shot. He holds Lennie’s hand when the nurse comes in and only let’s go when she checks his IV.
"Admitting"
Paris/Doctor [Star Trek: Voyager]
forwriterpuppy, because she asked.
Rated PG.
Dis: Not mine.
Be’lanna’s beautiful, but she’s complicated. She wants love and affection, but she won’t admit it. She’s angry at everything, but she won’t deal with it. She says Tom is too complicated. Tom thinks it’s the other way around.
Tom admits that he’s a little fucked in the head. He’s willing to admit that he’d like a little simplicity. He’s willing to admit he sometimes prefers holonovel subroutines to people. All that admitting can get him into trouble.
All that admitting gets the Doctor into his pants. Tom’s not sure if he’s in trouble. He waits for his orgasm to decide.
"Evil Before Coffee"
Toby/Sam [West Wing]
forwriterpuppy, because she asked.
Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
“We’re confirming new Ambassadors today.”
“The remarks for the dinner are on your desk. I put them there last night.”
“What about the first draft of the State of the Union?”
“Toby, the State of the Union is three months away. We-“
“We do not have plenty of time, Sam. We’re very-“
“It’s on your desk next to the State Dinner remarks.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“It’s fun to watch you sweat.”
“You’re a horrible man, Sam.”
“So you tell me every morning before coffee.”
“It’s true every morning before coffee. Everyone is evil before coffee.”
“One of these days, I’m going to switch you to decaf.”
“I would release the Hounds of Hell upon you. I would watch them tear your body from your joints and lick at the marrow of your bones.”
“Okay, now I’m definitely switching you to decaf.”
“The Hounds of Hell, Sam.”
“Are already in Congress, Toby. C’mon. We’re going to be late.”
“Let me refill my cup.”
Thus finishes all recent fic requests. Boo-ya!
Sam Seaborn/Eliot Stabler [West Wing/Law & Order: SVU]
for
shoshannagold, because she asked.Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
“So, when do we meet the new guy?”
Sam looked from his computer to Josh with a confused look. “What?”
“Don’t play sly, Sam.” Josh laced his fingers together and placed them behind his head. “I know your ‘I’m getting action’ face, and I’ve seen it twelve times in the last three weeks.”
“You’ve been counting my ‘action’ faces?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you have work or something?”
“So they tell me.”
“They?”
Josh waved a hand vaguely. “They.” He shrugged, dropped his hands to the tabletop, and leaned forward. “So, when do we meet him?”
“”Who’s this ‘we’? Is the ‘we’ related to the ‘they’?”
“*Sam*.”
Sam grinned at Josh’s impatience. “You’ll meet him eventually.”
“Eventually?”
“Yeah.”
“Why so long?”
“You want the whole list?”
“There’s a *list*? Yeah, hit me.”
Sam started ticking off reasons with his fingers. “First, he’s only been in DC for two months. He finalized his divorce a year ago, and he moved down here because the new job offers better money, which makes it easier for him to pay child support. It also gets him a little further from his ex. There were some issues. Second, he has three kids who don’t know about me yet. I’d prefer to meet them before he meets you and the mysterious ‘we’. Third, he’s a cop.”
“Wait. A cop?”
“Yeah.”
“What kind of cop?”
“He was in Sex Crimes in New York, but now he’s heading the Narcotics division of Metro.”
Something was itching at the back of Josh’s brain. “Narcotics?”
“Yeah.”
Josh couldn’t figure out why it was ringing a bell. “What’s he look like?”
“Tall. Light brown hair. Blue eyes.” Sam watched Josh think. “You don’t know him.”
“Something’s familiar about him.” Josh jumped up from the table and walked over to where the day’s papers were stacked. He spread the top paper across the table. “Something’s familiar…” he trailed off as he flipped pages. “Ah-ha!” He held the paper up to read it. “’Eliot Stabler, recent addition to the Washington, DC Metro Police, gave an interview to explain his plans for the city’s Narcotics division’.” Josh grinned and handed the paper to Sam. “Your boyfriend gave an interview. I read it this morning. I *knew* he sounded familiar.”
Sam took the paper and skimmed the article. It mentioned Eliot’s recent move, his kids, his former work in Sex Crimes, and a brief description of his physical features to make up for a lack of photograph. Narcotics officers weren’t photographed. It made it that much easier for drug dealers to identify and shoot them. “This was supposed to come out tomorrow. I usually skip the police section.”
“There was a huge drug bust last night. I caught it on the late news. They probably thought it would fit together.”
“There’s the mysterious ‘they’ again.”
Josh grinned. “Yeah. So, when do I meet him?”
Sam shrugged. “Eventually.”
"Afterwards"
Lennie/Ed [Law & Order]
for
snapes_gurl, because she asked.Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
He wakes up to a dull, throbbing pain that he recognizes instantly as a gunshot wound on heavy meds. He forces his eyes open just to see how ugly the room is. It’s not the ugliest hospital room he’s ever seen, but he thinks it’s due more to Lennie sitting in the chair by the bed than the actual décor. “Hey.” Ed’s voice is raspy, and his throat is dry.
Lennie holds out a glass of water with a straw and watches Ed drink. He doesn’t bother with pleasantries. “We were chasing Ricky Ticki Tavi.”
“I remember. Stupidest street name ever.”
“Yeah.” Lennie puts the glass back on the table. “Some other punk jumped out from behind the dumpster and fired. He shot you in the leg. It went straight through. You’ll be handling all of our paperwork for awhile.”
“Lucky me.” Ed makes a face, and it makes Lennie smile. “How long was I out?”
“Just a couple of hours.” Lennie presses the button by the bed to call the nurse. He touches Ed’s face with the back of his fingers. “You scared me.”
Ed doesn’t apologize. It’s pointless. They’re cops. Sometimes, cops get shot at. Sometimes, they get shot. He holds Lennie’s hand when the nurse comes in and only let’s go when she checks his IV.
"Admitting"
Paris/Doctor [Star Trek: Voyager]
for
writerpuppy, because she asked.Rated PG.
Dis: Not mine.
Be’lanna’s beautiful, but she’s complicated. She wants love and affection, but she won’t admit it. She’s angry at everything, but she won’t deal with it. She says Tom is too complicated. Tom thinks it’s the other way around.
Tom admits that he’s a little fucked in the head. He’s willing to admit that he’d like a little simplicity. He’s willing to admit he sometimes prefers holonovel subroutines to people. All that admitting can get him into trouble.
All that admitting gets the Doctor into his pants. Tom’s not sure if he’s in trouble. He waits for his orgasm to decide.
"Evil Before Coffee"
Toby/Sam [West Wing]
for
writerpuppy, because she asked.Rated G.
Dis: Not mine.
“We’re confirming new Ambassadors today.”
“The remarks for the dinner are on your desk. I put them there last night.”
“What about the first draft of the State of the Union?”
“Toby, the State of the Union is three months away. We-“
“We do not have plenty of time, Sam. We’re very-“
“It’s on your desk next to the State Dinner remarks.”
“Why didn’t you just say that?”
“It’s fun to watch you sweat.”
“You’re a horrible man, Sam.”
“So you tell me every morning before coffee.”
“It’s true every morning before coffee. Everyone is evil before coffee.”
“One of these days, I’m going to switch you to decaf.”
“I would release the Hounds of Hell upon you. I would watch them tear your body from your joints and lick at the marrow of your bones.”
“Okay, now I’m definitely switching you to decaf.”
“The Hounds of Hell, Sam.”
“Are already in Congress, Toby. C’mon. We’re going to be late.”
“Let me refill my cup.”
Thus finishes all recent fic requests. Boo-ya!
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These are all lovely. But...
Oh, gods.
The Sam/Toby. No kidding. Toby's lines about the Hounds of Hell? I see you finally got a box under the desk for Richard Schiff. About damned time.
Are you doing another round? I bet you are. I bet you'd rather I wait to make a request 'til you ask for 'em. ButIcan'twaitsothere. I am putting in 2 - count 'em! 2 - requests. You may do one, or the other, or both. But not none. If you do none, I will move into your home and follow you around all the time, weeping, gnashing my teeth, and sobbing, "Perpet, don't you love me anymore?" (Why, yes, yes I *have* had sugar recently. Why do you ask?)
1. "Keen Eddie," Monty/Nathanial. 'Cause I have a little thing about JR-T's hair.
2. "Singin' in the Rain," Don/Cosmo. To paraphrase Mr. Brown himself - make me laugh.
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And do you have a bagel high on top of that?
...mmmm, bagels...
And you, yes, only you, are allowed to make requests before I ask because, well, you're *Julian*.
[By the by, Richard Schiff is not under my desk, but I wouldn't say no if he showed up for the holidays.]
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Okay, must go plot mischief for round three....