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ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
thebattycakes) wrote in ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
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What? No DE AGAIN?
What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
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Jack & Beckett, Plausible Deniability
Jack's eyes don't waver from hers, his facial expression steady. Too steady.
"You don't need to know, Beckett."
"Gates is going to ask me, Jack--" She's not sure what the feeling is that's expanding in her chest the longer he looks at her with those shuttered eyes. Panic? Dread? Except for those few memories of Collette Stenger's that still hover at the back of her mind, her knowledge of the kind of things Jack is capable of has always been hazy and abstract; a dark, threatening cloud on the horizon.
"Did you see any marks on him?"
"No." That doesn't comfort her in the least.
"Then there's nothing for you to tell her."
"Jack--"
He brushes past her, heading back toward the murder board. "You can't tell her anything if you don't know, Beckett, and there's no need for you to know."
It's not the thought of Gates' questions eating away at the pit of her stomach when she finally follows him.
Re: Jack & Beckett, Plausible Deniability
I know I squeaked at you before the hockey game last night, but aaaiieee, did this get dark. And how. (Granted, with that kind of prompt, I knew what I was asking for!)
Seeing this kind of ideological conflict between Jack and Beckett sets me on fire with sadistic glee. And everything you're saying here by not saying —
"Did you see any marks on him?"
"No."
— oh, talk about shivery-awesome.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for this.