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chanter1944) wrote2007-02-26 03:15 am
chanter1944) wrote2007-02-26 03:15 am
Fic, from a meme? Eh?
It's the truth. This one's going around, and I thought hey, why not?
Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any
fandom or no fandom at all.
and naturally I had to make it fandom specific. :) this is the result. I'll be damned if I can remember the name of this episode though, urgh!
Title: Hidden Dragon
Author: chanter
Series: voy
Characters/pairings: Janeway/Torres
Rating: PG
Summary: Drabble. Flying into a binary pulsar can get a girl thinking. B’Elana’s thoughts shortly after her release from sickbay.
Janeway is a dragon: Beautiful on the outside, enigmatic on the inside and possessed of a natural ability to breathe flame when somebody provokes her and they inevitably do, out here lightyears from anyone known. The heat extends beyond those rare, furious moments; it simmers-works-lives as a measure of sulfur in her veins and makes everything she does hot as hell, the action and the raw daring and the way she turns a first name into a caress.
When she thinks about it, Torres realizes she’s not far off that mythical mark herself and that similarities, like opposites, attract her.
Write a drabble (100 words exactly) based on your current default icon. No changing it! Just write it as it comes; no beta-reading or mulling over. Any
fandom or no fandom at all.
and naturally I had to make it fandom specific. :) this is the result. I'll be damned if I can remember the name of this episode though, urgh!
Title: Hidden Dragon
Author: chanter
Series: voy
Characters/pairings: Janeway/Torres
Rating: PG
Summary: Drabble. Flying into a binary pulsar can get a girl thinking. B’Elana’s thoughts shortly after her release from sickbay.
Janeway is a dragon: Beautiful on the outside, enigmatic on the inside and possessed of a natural ability to breathe flame when somebody provokes her and they inevitably do, out here lightyears from anyone known. The heat extends beyond those rare, furious moments; it simmers-works-lives as a measure of sulfur in her veins and makes everything she does hot as hell, the action and the raw daring and the way she turns a first name into a caress.
When she thinks about it, Torres realizes she’s not far off that mythical mark herself and that similarities, like opposites, attract her.