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greenconversesThe second group from the first line meme. I'm still game for taking a few more prompts, so if you get one in before Monday, I'll do my best to fill it.
Title:Unbelievable
Characters: Percy and Annabeth
Word count: 156
Annabeth stood, gaping, as Percy grinned.
"I don't believe it," she said, staring at the plastic strip in her trembling hands. "I really don't believe this."
"What's not to believe?" Percy replied, snatching the strip out of her hands and setting it on the counter. "We're having a baby."
"A baby," Annabeth repeated dumbly, at a loss for words for the first time in her life. "Oh gods, a baby. Us."
She hiccuped unexpectedly as happy tears pooled in her eyes, and grasped the material of his sweatshirt in her hands, tugging him in close to her. Percy cupped her face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against her, the grin on his face bordering on ridiculous.
"We're in so much trouble, I don't even know where to start," she laughed, kissing him. She entwined one of his hands with hers and slid it between them, settling them on top of her flat belly. "Our baby."
Title: Homeward Bound
Characters: Luke and Annabeth
Word count: 133
Elysium becomes a thousand times more radiant when she arrives.
He’s spent the years searching for her golden hair or gray eyes in every new batch of good souls that have come through the gates since his passing. Eternal existence hasn’t been right without her and now that she’s in front of him — smiling at him like no time passed at all and that she didn’t live a full, happy life on the other side without him — he hardly knows what to do.
Annabeth does though. Daughters of Athena always have a plan, and all that.
She holds out her arms for him, and he embraces her tightly, his hands fisting in her curls.
“Welcome home, Annabeth,” Luke says, and plants a light kiss on her forehead.
Title: Normal is Relative
Characters: Paul and Percy
Word count: 100
“So this is normal?” Paul asks, a little too calmly, as he watches the upstate New York chapter of the Party Ponies gleefully destroy the remainder of Goode High School’s Homecoming pep rally.
Percy doesn’t have the slightest clue how they got here or found out there was a party to crash in the first place, but he’s positive it’s going to be blamed on him somehow.
“No,” Percy sighs, watching as a pudgy centaur in a blindingly neon pink shirt chases down the remainder of the Homecoming Court with a paintball gun with startling accuracy. “This is just weird.”
Title: Compare/Contrast
Characters: Percy Jackson and Claire Bennett (crossover)
Word count: 310
“I did that once. It broke the garbage disposal.”
In retrospect, Claire Bennett thinks there’s probably something a whole lot weirder she could be doing right now instead of discussing the pros and cons of invulnerability with a random kid who happened to catch a bit of accidental healing at one of Nathan’s fundraiser parties. (Stupid, cheap champagne glasses.) He turned out to be just as special as she was, maybe even a bit more, and he wanted to chat all about it.
“Don’t you mean it broke your hand?” she replies, eying him. He’s around her age, with black hair and fantastic green eyes, and he looks just as uncomfortable in a suit as she does in the stiff outfit Mrs. Petrelli picked out for her.
“Nah,” he says casually. “You ever hear of the curse of Achilles? It’s kind of like that, so everything just bounces off my skin. See?”
He picks up a serving knife from the table and before she can protest, he slams it into the top of his hand. Claire winces, anticipating the squishy sound of punctured flesh, but knife is the object that bends and she stares, wide-eyed, as he holds it out for her to examine.
It speaks so much to the new level of weird her life has taken in the last few months that this barely even phases her.
“Well, I can’t say I’ve seen that before,” she says, touching the bent end of the knife.
“I know. Cool, right?”
Claire almost rolls her eyes at his enthusiasm, and because she’s not to be outdone by this kid at her own game, she grabs by the hand and drags him toward the exit.
“Let’s go find a nice high rise, and I’ll show you something a little something about cool.”
Title: Basketcase
Characters: John Sheppard and Elizabeth Weir
Word count: 219
"Maybe we should give them a fruit basket."
Elizabeth Weir knows enough about John Sheppard by now to tell when he's joking, but there are moments like this when he's so earnest and sincere that she thinks, for a moment, that he might be the slightest bit serious.
"A fruit basket?" she asks, arching an disbelieving eyebrow.
Sheppard shrugs, leaning back in the chair in her office carelessly. "Sure. I mean, if it's a good enough present to break the ice at a housewarming party, why not on diplomatic missions? It might make negotiations easier on some of these planets if we bring a gift of some sort. I asked Teyla about it, and she thinks it's a good idea, although the concept of a housewarming party completely weirded her out."
"It's certainly an," Elizabeth pursed her lips, searching for a better word than the one that was on the tip of her tongue now, "unorthodox negotiation method, I'll admit."
"Does that mean you like it then? Because botany already said they'd help gather fruits, and Teyla knows some weavers - "
"It means I'll keep it radar," she interrupted, shuffling her papers. "Let's see if we can work on getting your team to make nice with planetary leaders without bribing them with weapons or fresh fruits first, shall we?"
Title: Momentary Distraction
Characters: Ian Kabra and Amy Cahill
Word count: 183
Ian knew Dan would kill him, but he'd decided not to care. It was unfortunate that the little runt had suddenly decided to hit his growth spurt and was now two inches taller and about thirty pounds heavier than him, but that fact wasn't going to stop Ian from taking Amy's bra off. He'd done a lot more dangerous things in his seventeen years of life than pissing Dan Cahill off, after all, and seeing Amy's breasts would completely be worth any trouble it'd bring him.
"Should — should I just take it off?" Amy asked uncertainly from where she was splayed under him, her dark hair mussed and pink lips bruised from kissing. She reached back to undo the clasp, and Ian scrambled to stop her. Somehow that idiot Dan managed to ruin a perfectly good moment even when he wasn't present.
"No, sorry, I was just momentarily distracted," he replied, his hands sliding underneath her. He unhooked her bra, and lowered his head to kiss her passionately, trying to wipe that uncertainty away. "It won't happen again, I promise."
And it didn't.
Title:Unbelievable
Characters: Percy and Annabeth
Word count: 156
Annabeth stood, gaping, as Percy grinned.
"I don't believe it," she said, staring at the plastic strip in her trembling hands. "I really don't believe this."
"What's not to believe?" Percy replied, snatching the strip out of her hands and setting it on the counter. "We're having a baby."
"A baby," Annabeth repeated dumbly, at a loss for words for the first time in her life. "Oh gods, a baby. Us."
She hiccuped unexpectedly as happy tears pooled in her eyes, and grasped the material of his sweatshirt in her hands, tugging him in close to her. Percy cupped her face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against her, the grin on his face bordering on ridiculous.
"We're in so much trouble, I don't even know where to start," she laughed, kissing him. She entwined one of his hands with hers and slid it between them, settling them on top of her flat belly. "Our baby."
Title: Homeward Bound
Characters: Luke and Annabeth
Word count: 133
Elysium becomes a thousand times more radiant when she arrives.
He’s spent the years searching for her golden hair or gray eyes in every new batch of good souls that have come through the gates since his passing. Eternal existence hasn’t been right without her and now that she’s in front of him — smiling at him like no time passed at all and that she didn’t live a full, happy life on the other side without him — he hardly knows what to do.
Annabeth does though. Daughters of Athena always have a plan, and all that.
She holds out her arms for him, and he embraces her tightly, his hands fisting in her curls.
“Welcome home, Annabeth,” Luke says, and plants a light kiss on her forehead.
Title: Normal is Relative
Characters: Paul and Percy
Word count: 100
“So this is normal?” Paul asks, a little too calmly, as he watches the upstate New York chapter of the Party Ponies gleefully destroy the remainder of Goode High School’s Homecoming pep rally.
Percy doesn’t have the slightest clue how they got here or found out there was a party to crash in the first place, but he’s positive it’s going to be blamed on him somehow.
“No,” Percy sighs, watching as a pudgy centaur in a blindingly neon pink shirt chases down the remainder of the Homecoming Court with a paintball gun with startling accuracy. “This is just weird.”
Title: Compare/Contrast
Characters: Percy Jackson and Claire Bennett (crossover)
Word count: 310
“I did that once. It broke the garbage disposal.”
In retrospect, Claire Bennett thinks there’s probably something a whole lot weirder she could be doing right now instead of discussing the pros and cons of invulnerability with a random kid who happened to catch a bit of accidental healing at one of Nathan’s fundraiser parties. (Stupid, cheap champagne glasses.) He turned out to be just as special as she was, maybe even a bit more, and he wanted to chat all about it.
“Don’t you mean it broke your hand?” she replies, eying him. He’s around her age, with black hair and fantastic green eyes, and he looks just as uncomfortable in a suit as she does in the stiff outfit Mrs. Petrelli picked out for her.
“Nah,” he says casually. “You ever hear of the curse of Achilles? It’s kind of like that, so everything just bounces off my skin. See?”
He picks up a serving knife from the table and before she can protest, he slams it into the top of his hand. Claire winces, anticipating the squishy sound of punctured flesh, but knife is the object that bends and she stares, wide-eyed, as he holds it out for her to examine.
It speaks so much to the new level of weird her life has taken in the last few months that this barely even phases her.
“Well, I can’t say I’ve seen that before,” she says, touching the bent end of the knife.
“I know. Cool, right?”
Claire almost rolls her eyes at his enthusiasm, and because she’s not to be outdone by this kid at her own game, she grabs by the hand and drags him toward the exit.
“Let’s go find a nice high rise, and I’ll show you something a little something about cool.”
Title: Basketcase
Characters: John Sheppard and Elizabeth Weir
Word count: 219
"Maybe we should give them a fruit basket."
Elizabeth Weir knows enough about John Sheppard by now to tell when he's joking, but there are moments like this when he's so earnest and sincere that she thinks, for a moment, that he might be the slightest bit serious.
"A fruit basket?" she asks, arching an disbelieving eyebrow.
Sheppard shrugs, leaning back in the chair in her office carelessly. "Sure. I mean, if it's a good enough present to break the ice at a housewarming party, why not on diplomatic missions? It might make negotiations easier on some of these planets if we bring a gift of some sort. I asked Teyla about it, and she thinks it's a good idea, although the concept of a housewarming party completely weirded her out."
"It's certainly an," Elizabeth pursed her lips, searching for a better word than the one that was on the tip of her tongue now, "unorthodox negotiation method, I'll admit."
"Does that mean you like it then? Because botany already said they'd help gather fruits, and Teyla knows some weavers - "
"It means I'll keep it radar," she interrupted, shuffling her papers. "Let's see if we can work on getting your team to make nice with planetary leaders without bribing them with weapons or fresh fruits first, shall we?"
Title: Momentary Distraction
Characters: Ian Kabra and Amy Cahill
Word count: 183
Ian knew Dan would kill him, but he'd decided not to care. It was unfortunate that the little runt had suddenly decided to hit his growth spurt and was now two inches taller and about thirty pounds heavier than him, but that fact wasn't going to stop Ian from taking Amy's bra off. He'd done a lot more dangerous things in his seventeen years of life than pissing Dan Cahill off, after all, and seeing Amy's breasts would completely be worth any trouble it'd bring him.
"Should — should I just take it off?" Amy asked uncertainly from where she was splayed under him, her dark hair mussed and pink lips bruised from kissing. She reached back to undo the clasp, and Ian scrambled to stop her. Somehow that idiot Dan managed to ruin a perfectly good moment even when he wasn't present.
"No, sorry, I was just momentarily distracted," he replied, his hands sliding underneath her. He unhooked her bra, and lowered his head to kiss her passionately, trying to wipe that uncertainty away. "It won't happen again, I promise."
And it didn't.
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Date: 2010-03-14 10:02 am (UTC)And question: for those of us who've prompted you once already, are we allowed to prompt you again as long as we do it before Monday??? *whistles innocently*
is totally thinking about prompting you again if it's allowedno subject
Date: 2010-03-14 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-14 11:11 pm (UTC)pr0nfanfic out there. *le sigh*no subject
Date: 2010-03-25 04:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-06 05:50 am (UTC)(PS... my birthday's at the end of the month)
*big googly puppy eyes*
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Date: 2010-04-06 09:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-06 10:12 pm (UTC)(*ignoring the part where you said you -might- consider it*)