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15_minute_fic2007-08-27 05:37 pm
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Word #28
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Today's word is: sheepish
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Today's word is: sheepish
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Fandom/original: Doctor Who
Characters: John Smith (Implied Ten x Rose & John x Joan.)
Rating: K+ / PG
Word count: 755
You rock so much for that word; I was looking for a reason to write John, and you gave me the perfect excuse. =D
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“Sheepish that's what he is.”
“What? Who's sheepish?”
“The kid that that follows Severs around, he’s like a sheep following a shepherd.”
“Sheepish, do you even know what that means?”
“Of course I do just because I'm using it differently than most people doesn't mean that I don't know what it means.”
“Don't get all mad at me.”
Seeing the two men entering the trailer, Grady made a disgusted sound, “Lapdog, just look at him. He's like some big overgrown puppy.”
“Yeah,” Sarah smiled, “he reminds me of a golden retriever we had when I was little.”
“Will you stop that,” Grady shook her arm, “pay attention to what I'm sayin'.” When she had pulled her eyes back to him, Grady nodded.
“You keep them both away from the truck, keep 'em occupied while I retrieve that envelope Severs stashed in there yesterday. Can you do that?”
She nodded, eyes shining, “I can.”
Grady silently wished he'd been able to find someone else to help him out with this caper, someone that had more brains than the bleach blonde he'd picked up at the beach.
“Go on then, keep them away from the truck for at least ten minutes okay?”
She grinned vapidly, “I will.”
Grady watched her walk toward the trailer where Severs and Munson had gone, her hips swaying. He shook his head, dim as she was, she did have her uses. He pulled his hat down and headed for the truck parked on the far side of the lot.
Sarah opened the door and went in. She gasped in surprise, seeing Howie shirtless, halfway changed into his street clothes.
“Oh, excuse me!” She giggled as the young man blushed, grabbing a shirt and trying to cover up with it. She bumped the table, tapes clattered out of the holder and she leaned over to pick them up, giving him a view down her low cut blouse.
“I thought this was the hospitality trailer.” She backed up toward the door and knocked the books off the table, when she bent over to pick them up Howie got a good look at the lacy underwear that had been barely covered by her miniskirt.
“This is so embarrassing.”
Colt came out of the back room wearing a robe and toweling his hair, “Howie what are you doing in ...” Colt was just in time to get the same view of her panties, “...here?”
“Uh,” Howie looked at Colt, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “I’m not doing anything, honest.”
“Oh, Hi!” Sarah said, straitening up “I was just telling him I was lost.” She held out her hand, “I'm Sarah Penny.”
Colt looked at Howie, who just shrugged.
“Colt Severs,” he shook her hand, “nice to meet you Sarah Penny. Is there something I can do for you?”
She laughed, putting a hand over her heart, “I'm a little surprised, but then I guess we all are. I was looking for the hospitality trailer. I didn't expect to find naked men in here.” She smiled sweetly at Howie.
“Naked men?” Colt shot a teasing glance at his young cousin.
Howie fumbled to put his shirt on, “I wasn't naked,” he stammered, “not completely.”
“Well the hospitality trailer is back up there,” Colt waved vaguely toward the front of the trailer.
“Oh,” Sarah said, “I must have walked right past it,” she sighed deeply, chest heaving. “I am so thirsty; do you have anything to drink?”
Howie was the first to shake free of her pleading gaze, “Uh, we have water and juice,” he said, reaching into the mini fridge.
“Water please.” she replied.
Howie pulled out a a bottle of water, Colt grabbed it from him and handed it to Sarah.
“There you go, no one can say we aren’t hospitable.”
“Yeah, hospitable that’s us.” Howie grinned.
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Fandom/original: Original
Characters: Four
Rating: G
Word count: 590
Kate looked around her sheepishly as she pushed her bangs out of her face yet again. I should get them cut, she reminded herself, and promptly forgot about it again, at least until they got in her face next time. Perhaps she had just dreamed of saying that- they didn’t look all that shocked.
And then the blank disbelief filtered slowly out, and Eric stood up first, his eyes blazing.
“Did you really just say that?” he said, and took a step forward. She nodded, trying unsuccessfully to blink back her tears.
“It’s been in the works for a while,” she said quietly. “I just never had the courage before.” Her mother looked like she wanted to slap Kate in the face, but the newfound sense of self in those steady brown eyes stopped her, and she dug her nails into her palm, speaking with controlled anger.
“Kate, darling, don’t you think you want to rethink this?” she said, very quietly. Kate knew that was the penultimate danger voice, but she shook her head.
“That’s just it,” she said, surprising herself with her courage. “I’ve been thinking about it. For ages and ages and ages. And I think I’m right. I’m giving you several months warning, nothing’s really been started yet. You have almost no money to lose.” She looked steadily at Eric. “It’s cancelled, Eric. I already called the planner and told her it wasn’t happening.”
“This all seems very sudden,” Eric said, trying to remain calm. “Maybe you could tell us what your problem with this is, and we could all work it out together.” Kate shook her head.
“No. It’s too dangerous for me. You see, I just don’t love you.” It was really as simple as that, and yet not. She didn’t want to talk about the other girl on his string in front of her parents, but her eyes told him she’d found out, and he clenched his jaw.
“It’s not that important, is it?” he said quietly. “We’ve been friends for ages. I know I’m in love with you, and I know you could fall in love with me.” Kate shook her head, very slowly.
“No,” she said firmly. “It’s definitely over.”
“Let Kate-girl make up her own mind,” her father finally said, and that seemed to settle matters, in Kate’s mothers eyes at least.
“Well, I hope you find someone who meets up to your impeccable standards,” she said with a small, sad smile, and Kate couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty. Her mother’s dream was to have grandchildren, and Kate was her only child.
“I’m sorry, mum,” she said. Her mother nodded briskly.
“It’s all right. I’m sure you know what you’re doing.” Eric came closer to Kate.
“Well, I’m not going to be submissive to your every wish and whim,” he snarled. Kate looked directly at him.
“Get out of my apartment,” she said. He paused, hesitated, and glanced around the room, as if seeking for support. Nobody moved to support him though, all three of them just looking at him, and he grabbed his coat and ran out the door angrily.
“Tomorrow for dinner still?” her mother said calmly. Kate nodded.
“See you guys then,” she said in an attempt at cheerfulness. Her mother and father left the room, and she sank to a chair.
It was bound to happen sooner or later, she reminded herself. And better now than after the wedding. But still, she couldn’t help crying softly as she curled up in the now darkened apartment.
catching up, but still behind!