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lyl_devilStory behind these: I was trying to get myself writing again, and writing a wider array of fic than I have been previously. So, I went to my Canadian Oxford Dictionary, picked a word at random, copied down the definitions and wrote a small ficlet/drabble using each of the definitions as prompts.
My constraints: The definition must be reflected in the ficlet. No 'real' crossovers (spin-offs don't count). Each ficlet must be in a different fandom.
This is the result.
General disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to their respective creators, writers and production companies. I'm just playing with the characters for my own amusement.
My word: Fuel (noun)
1) material burned or used as a source of heat or power.
Voyeur
Torchwood/Doctor Who (sorta...) - Boom Town from Torchwood!Jack's perspective
(a sort of 'second installment' for Essence of Time, but doesn't need to be read beforehand)
Jack watched the black and white screen in front of him, and had to remind himself to breath. Anyone watching the TV with him, would wonder what was so interesting about the scene, but even had they asked Jack wouldn't have told them. It was too hard to explain why the sight of an innocuous blue box, sitting in the middle of the Plaza right above Torchwood, caused him to feel so much emotion. The wound was still raw, even after so long.
The Doctor was in Cardiff. So was Rose. It took everything in him to remain hidden in Torchwood Three; to not go searching for them and demand entrance back into their lives. The problem was, he was here, too. His past self was walking around with the Doctor and Rose, having the time of his life, unaware that just a few days later everything would change.
The feeling wasn't unfamiliar in the least. He'd been anxious and on edge for the past few months, ever since Margaret the Slitheen was elected mayor. He'd recognized her instantly, but knew there was nothing he could do about the nuclear plant she'd proposed.
Time was a delicate thing. His history had to repeat itself, or he may never arrive at this point in time.
It didn't stop him from wanting to seek out his friends the instant he'd seen the TARDIS sitting in the Plaza above. He'd been waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the TARDIS to plot down in Cardiff to refuel on the Rift. But he'd already risked too much by spying on them at the restaurant and getting caught by the Doctor.
He also remembered what was coming, and had sent the rest of the team off on a wild goose chase in the countryside. He doubted they'd stay away once the earth started to shake and the Rift became active, but he'd deal with that later. He'd just needed to get them out of Cardiff and away from Torchwood, in case any of them ran into his past self wandering around town.
...any minute now....
There it was. The TARDIS had connected to the Rift, opening it up as it sucked in massive amounts of energy. The entire town shook as the Rift was slowly ripped apart, and it was only by sheer determination that Jack kept his seat, focusing all his attention on the still-functional screen. He watched as first the Doctor and Margaret the Slitheen ran into the TARDIS, followed by Rose a short time later. His memory filled in the unseen, recalling how Rose had been held hostage by a Slitheen 'hand', how the extrapolator had been a Trojan horse, hijacking the TARDIS until the TARDIS had fought back.
Then everything stopped. No more energy flowing between the TARDIS and the Rift, no more earthquakes and no more danger of the Rift being torn open.
He watched as Rose left the TARDIS again, only to return a short time later in tears. All the while he ignored the incessant ringing of his phone.
Later. He'd talk to all the government and public officials, later. Right now, he needed to watch. Watch as the TARDIS faded out of his view, and out of his life.
Even though he knew he couldn't have done anything without risking a paradox of epic proportions, Jack still felt a sense of loss once the TARDIS had gone. He felt as if he'd let the chance of a lifetime slip through his fingers; a chance that would never repeat itself.
But it would, that much he knew. He would meet up with the Doctor once again.
He had to.
END
2) food as a source of energy.
Date Night
NCIS - Season 2-ish
Kate sighed quietly as she chewed another mouthful of rice, concluding that her life sucked. Well, not all of it, just the 'social' part. Here she was, back at NCIS, all dressed up after a spectacularly bad date that hadn't ended soon enough, eating Chinese takeout while her partner tried to impress her with tales of his many conquests.
And she was having more fun than she'd had on her date. Granted, that wasn't hard to do, but she was really enjoying herself. As much as she berated and ridiculed Tony, he really was a good friend. Despite his bad traits, such as his womanizing, his snide comments and his annoying need to impress everyone with his car. And his personality, though there was no real way that would change.
But he'd never pretended to be something he wasn't, and he'd never treated her like something she wasn't. He treated her like a woman - which wasn't necessarily a good thing, but it was refreshing after years in the Secret Service where she'd had to be twice as determined and twice as good at everything, only to be treated as a 'somewhat good' agent. True, he'd badgered and tormented her when she'd started at NCIS, but that had been because she was new, not because he resented her or thought she couldn't do the job.
It was refreshing in a way.
But it still didn't make her feel any better that her most enjoyable 'date' in months was sitting in the office late on a Friday night, doing make-work and trading barbs with Tony, while eating rapidly cooling takeout.
She needed to get some new friends. Some female friends. Friends she could count on to listen to her rant about her obnoxious date, without the inevitable mocking.
Maybe she'd call Abby tomorrow and see if she wanted to catch a movie or something.
Abby was always good for a girls night.
END
3) material used as a source of nuclear energy.
Power
SGA - mid-Season 3
John was pretty sure that the average Air Force officer didn't get to babysit this many nukes in their careers, let alone set them off. Before coming to Atlantis, the most he'd ever done was flying nukes as payload on his fighter, and that had only been a time or three. And he'd never set them off.
The SGC, and by extension Atlantis, seemed to love nuclear devices. The bigger and more powerful, the better. He'd read through various mission reports of the various off-world teams based out of Cheyenne, and had come to the conclusion that the Brass seemed to see a nuke as a fix-all for many problems.
Aliens invading a peaceful planet? Send a nuke through the gate.
And asteroid heading towards Earth? Blow it up with a nuke ala-Armageddon.
Hostile alien spaceship with superior weapons and numbers? Beam a nuke on board.
City in quarantine due to an outbreak of a nanovirus? Set off a nuke in the atmosphere.
He's sure he's been irradiated more times than was good for any future generations, if he ever got around to spawning them. And that wasn't even counting the solar radiation he's been exposed to.
But the nukes were the worst. He'd seen the damage they caused, and it scared him. In some ways, it scared him more than the Wraith ever could. All that destructive power, all in his hands. His superiors may think that they controlled the use of various and sundry nuclear weapons, but ultimately that power resided in the hands of those that set them off.
Very few people saw it that way, though. He knew for a fact that Colonel Carter didn't see, despite the number of bombs she'd built and set off in her career. Mitchell, on the other hand, understood in the same way that John did. And it scared him in the same way.
It made John feel a little better about those in charge of protecting the Earth, because as long as you had a reasonable fear of all that power, you wouldn't use it haphazardly.
He knew people would be surprised at his point of view, as he was most likely the first to suggest their use in a particularly hairy situation, but that was his job. The decision to use the weapon - be it nuclear warhead, Naquadria bomb or Naquadah generator - was always his superiors, but the responsibility to press that button or pull that trigger was his.
He wouldn't ask anyone else to do it.
No matter how much he wanted to.
END
4) anything that sustains or inflames emotion or passion.
(Night - BtVS - NC-17) <-- put in separate entry because of rating.
My constraints: The definition must be reflected in the ficlet. No 'real' crossovers (spin-offs don't count). Each ficlet must be in a different fandom.
This is the result.
General disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to their respective creators, writers and production companies. I'm just playing with the characters for my own amusement.
My word: Fuel (noun)
1) material burned or used as a source of heat or power.
Voyeur
Torchwood/Doctor Who (sorta...) - Boom Town from Torchwood!Jack's perspective
(a sort of 'second installment' for Essence of Time, but doesn't need to be read beforehand)
Jack watched the black and white screen in front of him, and had to remind himself to breath. Anyone watching the TV with him, would wonder what was so interesting about the scene, but even had they asked Jack wouldn't have told them. It was too hard to explain why the sight of an innocuous blue box, sitting in the middle of the Plaza right above Torchwood, caused him to feel so much emotion. The wound was still raw, even after so long.
The Doctor was in Cardiff. So was Rose. It took everything in him to remain hidden in Torchwood Three; to not go searching for them and demand entrance back into their lives. The problem was, he was here, too. His past self was walking around with the Doctor and Rose, having the time of his life, unaware that just a few days later everything would change.
The feeling wasn't unfamiliar in the least. He'd been anxious and on edge for the past few months, ever since Margaret the Slitheen was elected mayor. He'd recognized her instantly, but knew there was nothing he could do about the nuclear plant she'd proposed.
Time was a delicate thing. His history had to repeat itself, or he may never arrive at this point in time.
It didn't stop him from wanting to seek out his friends the instant he'd seen the TARDIS sitting in the Plaza above. He'd been waiting for what seemed like an eternity for the TARDIS to plot down in Cardiff to refuel on the Rift. But he'd already risked too much by spying on them at the restaurant and getting caught by the Doctor.
He also remembered what was coming, and had sent the rest of the team off on a wild goose chase in the countryside. He doubted they'd stay away once the earth started to shake and the Rift became active, but he'd deal with that later. He'd just needed to get them out of Cardiff and away from Torchwood, in case any of them ran into his past self wandering around town.
...any minute now....
There it was. The TARDIS had connected to the Rift, opening it up as it sucked in massive amounts of energy. The entire town shook as the Rift was slowly ripped apart, and it was only by sheer determination that Jack kept his seat, focusing all his attention on the still-functional screen. He watched as first the Doctor and Margaret the Slitheen ran into the TARDIS, followed by Rose a short time later. His memory filled in the unseen, recalling how Rose had been held hostage by a Slitheen 'hand', how the extrapolator had been a Trojan horse, hijacking the TARDIS until the TARDIS had fought back.
Then everything stopped. No more energy flowing between the TARDIS and the Rift, no more earthquakes and no more danger of the Rift being torn open.
He watched as Rose left the TARDIS again, only to return a short time later in tears. All the while he ignored the incessant ringing of his phone.
Later. He'd talk to all the government and public officials, later. Right now, he needed to watch. Watch as the TARDIS faded out of his view, and out of his life.
Even though he knew he couldn't have done anything without risking a paradox of epic proportions, Jack still felt a sense of loss once the TARDIS had gone. He felt as if he'd let the chance of a lifetime slip through his fingers; a chance that would never repeat itself.
But it would, that much he knew. He would meet up with the Doctor once again.
He had to.
END
2) food as a source of energy.
Date Night
NCIS - Season 2-ish
Kate sighed quietly as she chewed another mouthful of rice, concluding that her life sucked. Well, not all of it, just the 'social' part. Here she was, back at NCIS, all dressed up after a spectacularly bad date that hadn't ended soon enough, eating Chinese takeout while her partner tried to impress her with tales of his many conquests.
And she was having more fun than she'd had on her date. Granted, that wasn't hard to do, but she was really enjoying herself. As much as she berated and ridiculed Tony, he really was a good friend. Despite his bad traits, such as his womanizing, his snide comments and his annoying need to impress everyone with his car. And his personality, though there was no real way that would change.
But he'd never pretended to be something he wasn't, and he'd never treated her like something she wasn't. He treated her like a woman - which wasn't necessarily a good thing, but it was refreshing after years in the Secret Service where she'd had to be twice as determined and twice as good at everything, only to be treated as a 'somewhat good' agent. True, he'd badgered and tormented her when she'd started at NCIS, but that had been because she was new, not because he resented her or thought she couldn't do the job.
It was refreshing in a way.
But it still didn't make her feel any better that her most enjoyable 'date' in months was sitting in the office late on a Friday night, doing make-work and trading barbs with Tony, while eating rapidly cooling takeout.
She needed to get some new friends. Some female friends. Friends she could count on to listen to her rant about her obnoxious date, without the inevitable mocking.
Maybe she'd call Abby tomorrow and see if she wanted to catch a movie or something.
Abby was always good for a girls night.
END
3) material used as a source of nuclear energy.
Power
SGA - mid-Season 3
John was pretty sure that the average Air Force officer didn't get to babysit this many nukes in their careers, let alone set them off. Before coming to Atlantis, the most he'd ever done was flying nukes as payload on his fighter, and that had only been a time or three. And he'd never set them off.
The SGC, and by extension Atlantis, seemed to love nuclear devices. The bigger and more powerful, the better. He'd read through various mission reports of the various off-world teams based out of Cheyenne, and had come to the conclusion that the Brass seemed to see a nuke as a fix-all for many problems.
Aliens invading a peaceful planet? Send a nuke through the gate.
And asteroid heading towards Earth? Blow it up with a nuke ala-Armageddon.
Hostile alien spaceship with superior weapons and numbers? Beam a nuke on board.
City in quarantine due to an outbreak of a nanovirus? Set off a nuke in the atmosphere.
He's sure he's been irradiated more times than was good for any future generations, if he ever got around to spawning them. And that wasn't even counting the solar radiation he's been exposed to.
But the nukes were the worst. He'd seen the damage they caused, and it scared him. In some ways, it scared him more than the Wraith ever could. All that destructive power, all in his hands. His superiors may think that they controlled the use of various and sundry nuclear weapons, but ultimately that power resided in the hands of those that set them off.
Very few people saw it that way, though. He knew for a fact that Colonel Carter didn't see, despite the number of bombs she'd built and set off in her career. Mitchell, on the other hand, understood in the same way that John did. And it scared him in the same way.
It made John feel a little better about those in charge of protecting the Earth, because as long as you had a reasonable fear of all that power, you wouldn't use it haphazardly.
He knew people would be surprised at his point of view, as he was most likely the first to suggest their use in a particularly hairy situation, but that was his job. The decision to use the weapon - be it nuclear warhead, Naquadria bomb or Naquadah generator - was always his superiors, but the responsibility to press that button or pull that trigger was his.
He wouldn't ask anyone else to do it.
No matter how much he wanted to.
END
4) anything that sustains or inflames emotion or passion.
(Night - BtVS - NC-17) <-- put in separate entry because of rating.
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Date: 2007-04-05 07:45 pm (UTC)b) yes, they do seem inordinately fond of nukes on SGA.
Thanks!
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Date: 2007-04-06 02:43 am (UTC)B) Yeah, I noticed that the writers of SG1 and SGA seem to like solving problems with nukes or big explosions of some sort. I'm not complaining or anything, but I'd prefer less use of nuclear weapons as a solution.
I'm glad you liked it.
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Date: 2007-04-06 06:44 am (UTC)b) I am not allowing Inner!Rodney to comment on what this says about the canon writers. Not. At. All. See how I'm holding him firmly in check, keeping him quiet? ;-)