Drabbling

[last01standing]

I'm trying to do nano warm-up type stuff. So, if you prompt me, you may get a drabble.

Fair game fandoms: XMFC, Merlin, New DW (eleven era), LOM, Dresden Files, Psych, Dexter (I haven't seen this season though), Sherlock, Scrubs, supernatural (season 5 or before), or any crossover of the above.

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[starfoozle.livejournal.com]

Do whichever of these sparks your interest, then. :D

XMFC. Charles is notoriously fussy about how he takes his tea. Erik isn't sure whether this idiosyncrasy is exasperating or charming in its own odd way.

Or:

XMFC/Sherlock crossover. Sherlock's observational skills are too keen to be entirely human.

Or:

DW/LOM crossover: (I don't even know where I'd go with this, but I can see Rory and Sam getting along while Gene and the Doctor would cause each other a great deal of consternation.)

[trolllogicfics.livejournal.com]

Oh god, this is crack. But kind of mildly disturbing crack. IDEK


Raven, Erik knows, has forbidden Charles from reading her mind. Erik thinks this is a rather callous statement of fact especially when he knows Raven hates that Charles has forced her into hiding her own talents. He supposes it might be a gross breech of privacy, but Charles strikes him as someone with enough discretion to know what corners of a memory to leave alone.

Still, it's just a facet of life at the mansion, just like the apparently limitless quantities of loose tea in the kitchen. Erik's never sure who actually makes the tea, but the kettle is always at the ready when Charles makes it downstairs. He pours himself a cup, takes a sip and either finishes it right there standing in front of the kettle or dumps it down the sink and goes outside to collect the morning paper.

By the time he's back inside, there's always a new pot of tea.

Erik doesn't think much of it until one morning he finds himself standing in front of the tea kettle with no real recollection of how he got there.

Charles is hovering at his shoulder, eyes foggy with lack of sleep. He takes the pot from Erik's hands and pours himself a cup, smiling at his first sip. "My friend, this is exquisite. Thank you." He collects the paper and moves to the sitting room to finish it.

Raven finds Erik standing there just a few seconds later, the blonde mask wrinkled in annoyance. "You made Charles his morning tea."

"I suppose I did."

She lets out a huff. "Typical. That's just typical."

"I'm sorry?"

"Why do you think I always asked Charles to stay out of my head?" Raven says when he asks.

"Because it's a gross invasion of privacy."

Raven shakes her head and then it dawns on him.

"You asked him to stay out of your head because he would mind control you into making him tea." The realization is something between horror and astonishment. "Doesn't that go against his moral doctrine?"

"He refuse to do it for anything else," Raven says. "But according to Charles, properly made tea trumps morals."


I have a hard time seeing Sherlock in the XMFC verse. Mainly because logic and mutants DO NOT COMPUTE. But but DW/LOM because clearly the Doctor thinks Sam Tyler is a fob-watched master (except he's not and it's Rory who is. Because he's a stealth badass like that.)

[starfoozle.livejournal.com]

Pretty harmless but mildly disturbing all the same. Charming, though. And you totally win for including Raven too.

(If I had psychic powers I might be tempted to do something similar. Sometimes I feel like Charles and I would get along alarmingly well.)

[trolllogicfics.livejournal.com]

Also, DW/LOM


"So you're saying I'm not actually crazy." Sam was having a hard time visualizing that concept when the man telling him it had materialized from nowhere out of a police box.

"Crazy? No. Of course I might not actually be qualified to make that diagnosis. Not that kind of Doctor. Do you feel crazy, Sam Tyler? Maybe hear drumming."

"Drumming?"

"You know, drumming. A rhythm in your head that doesn't stop. Never stops. Dun dun dun dun. Dun dun dun dun. Something like that. Feel familiar"

"No, I have some problems with the girl in the test card on the telly, but no drums. Voices sometimes."

"Voices? Do they tell you to kill people?"

"Mostly they just talk to me. Tell me to keep fighting. That I have to show some response or they're going to pull the plug."

The Doctor whipped out his sonic screwdriver to scan Sam up and down. "Yes, everything looks normal. Human even. But oh, that's strange. Very strange. There are rifts through the universe you see, places where space and time go all…funny and you're right at the centre one. You fell through a rift and you've been hearing echoes of how your life would go if you'd not fallen through, do you by any chance have a fob watch?"

"What," Sam blinks, "no. I'm starting to think you're just some nutter."

"A mad man with a box that travels in time. I have some lovely companions who accompany me even. I could get you back to your time. Only if you like of course, bit of a strange situation, but I'm the king of fixing strange situations. Or not the king, I've never liked the thought of wearing a big hunk of metal on my head. Not when I could have a fez or a Stetson instead. But that's besides the point. I'll tell you what: I'm going to pop out for a bit, close that rift of yours, and when I get back I can either leave you here or take you back to 2006. Up to you, really. How does that sound, Sam?"

From a room over, Gene Hunt bellows, "Tyler!"

Sam shuffles his feet. "I think I may be able to keep busy for a moment or too."

The Doctor nods, slipping back into the Tardis. "Ponds! He calls. False alarm, where we planning to go next. I promised you adventure."

"So that bloke's not a homicidal Timelord turned human then?" Amy says, twirling around the consol.

"No," the Doctor replies, throwing a lever. "Just a human who fell through a rift in space and time. Happens all the time. We're going to go put it right."

"Did you, actually need a watch?" Rory says, digging through his pocket. "Because you can use mine. I mean the clasp doesn't work but I'm sure you can sonic it or something."

[starfoozle.livejournal.com]

I loooooove it. Oh, Rory.