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kiki_miserychicTitle: Much Ado About Nothing
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Characters/Pairing:
Spoilers: None beyond the premise of the show, so pilot
Penny and Sheldon's lips disconnected.
"Well, that was much ado about nothing." Sheldon announced, a look of shock overtaking his face. They were standing in the bathroom of the guy's apartment.
"Hey, that was almost a pop culture reference." Penny exclaimed, clapping her hands together once and grinning.
"Hardly. It's play by William Shakespeare. I have read the rudimentary works of English poets and playwrights." Sheldon didn't launch into a longer speech, instead trying to edge his way around Penny.
"Whatever, back to the part where you said kissing me was much ado about nothing. I've seen the Billie Piper movie and there is a lot of worthwhile ado in these lips." Penny huffed, realizing she should be offended. She leaned heavily back against the door and crossed her arms in front of her very ado-able chest.
"Your lips are quite adequate, Penny, but I've been led to believe that there would be fireworks and we would rip each other's clothing off." Having his exit blocked, Sheldon started running mental calculations about the possibilities of broken bones sustained when jumping from apartment windows.
"I thought you're supposed to be smart, Sheldon. Why would you think there'd be fireworks?" Penny softened, like usual, when confronted with something unexpectedly pathetic. It was profoundly sad when the smartest person in her world didn't understand something the dumbest people in the entire world could.
"I should have done more in depth research before entering this phase." Sheldon collapsed into the closed toilet seat and gazed down at the Transformers bath rug.
"Huh?" If Penny had a dime for every situation she uttered that syllable, then she would have a lot of dimes and could quit the Cheesecake Factory.
Sheldon stared at Penny for a moment and then replied, "I did tech-y things on the computer to have Netflix reroute a dozen accounts to me. I watched hundreds of movies in the genre known as romantic comedy. I did so in preparation for attempting a romantic entanglement with," pause, "someone."
"Ohh," Penny gave an exaggerated acknowledgment.
"In said 'rom-coms,' as they are sometimes called, there is usually a physical occurrence accompanying the touching of lips for the first time between to two people. I was led to believe that there would be a toe-curling, body-melting, fireworks-exploding moment." Sheldon sat with his hands in his lap, uncomprehending.
"Aww, sweetie, those are movies." Penny tried to comfort him.
"Can we try again? I seriously doubt it, but maybe we did it wrong." Sheldon stood back up so fast he nearly bounced off the floor.
"Sure," because Penny could get used to smoochies on a regular basis.
Sheldon launched himself at her with more force than needed. Her back knocked into the bathroom door, but it was cushioned by hanging Batman bathrobes. Fireworks went off outside the window, but they didn't notice until the guys came rushing into the apartment.
There was some elaborate explanation involving Wolowitz failed effort to impress a couple women from out of town with his ability to fashion fireworks from items found in the street. Penny winked at Sheldon and later he tried to nonchalantly put his arm around her shoulders while they watched the leaked pilot of Caprica. It was more obvious than he thought, but Penny thought it was cute anyway.
Title: You Disappearing Son of a Bitch
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean and Castiel
Spoilers: season four
Dean knocked back more shots to follow the shots before that and the shots before that. Each slam of glass against wood brought him closer to the smooth bliss of white out drunkenness. Even through the numbing effect of the alcohol, Dean knew the exact moment Castiel sat down on the stool.
"Welcome back, you disappearing son of a bitch." Dean didn't slur his words one bit, which was a fact he took great pride in later.
"Did you fear I would not return? Understand that I will always come back to you." Castiel explained evenly, as if it was the simplest concept in the world. Dean watched Castiel carefully, weighing options and reconsidering the words.
"How would I know that?"
"Because I love you, Dean Winchester." Castiel's voice didn't give anything away and that gave Dean the impression that Castiel was saying words with no meaning behind them. It was a sobering thought. The notion that it would be a sobering thought was enough to compel Dean to drain the remains of his beer. It has been abandoned in favor of shots, so it was warm in his throat. Dean stalled for time by drinking because he could think of no reply to a declaration like that.
"It is God's will that I love you as He loves everyone." Castiel continued in that painstakingly slow voice.
"You can't say that, Cas, not in a bar. Not this bar at least." Dean hushed him, ducking down into his beer for the final drops. He heard somewhere that the end of a drink was mostly spit, but whatever.
"Why not? It's the truth." Castiel spoke, glancing around the half empty establishment with more than suspicious eyes. Castiel worried there were unfriendly ears within hearing range. What Dean thought the damage of them hearing the statement would be, Castiel could not comprehend.
"More than one kind of love." Dean could have almost laughed at someone being around as long as Castiel and not knowing that.
"No, there is not. There is one kind of love; the love that helped me to pull you back here." Castiel looked more out of place in the bar when Dean stumbled away. Castiel followed, a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady him.
Title: Don't Hold Back
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Claire/Sylar
Spoilers: None
"You can't kill me, Claire, I can't kill you either." Sylar spits through grinding teeth. They had fought each other for what felt like hours. Punches never left bruises for long, cuts knitted back together, bones were easily shoved into place, and even the chunks of flesh ripped out by teeth regrew.
"Doesn't matter; I'm not quitting." Claire answers from her seat on Sylar's chest. They're both covered in blood and sweat with a thin layer of gun powder covering them. Sylar is the weaker of the two because of well placed slashes from a knife dipped in some liquid sediative.
"Who said anything about quitting?" Sylar breathes out, chest moving up and down like waves that won't cease. Claire has her hands around his wrists and her legs around his, but she knows she won't hold her position for long.
"What are you saying?" Claire asks, her nails pressing deeply into the soft skin around Sylar's wrists. She knows it won't do much damage, but it makes her feel better.
"I'm saying that we don't need to fight, Claire, we can help each other." Sylar offers with a sly grin that spreads over his face. She wants to scoff at his suggestions and continue the pointless fight, but something in her makes her clutch lossen. She sits back, knowing he cold flip her at any moment. It's a sign of faith and trust. One that he doesn't deserve, but she's willing to listen.
"Yeah, get on with it, I don't have all day. I have a manicure this afternoon." She lies to lighten the mood that has become dense and serious. She likes it better when they're tearing at each other's faces.
"You want something less appalling for you?" Sylar asks, not expecting an answer. Shadows crawl across his face like maggots over a corpse. He's gotten faster and slicker in the last few months. Claire smiles down at the new face and body beneath her, feigning ignorance and welcoming the warm embrace.
There's a hand in her hair and one on her waist. The first tangles in her hair, catching on drying blood. The second slides under the tore edges of her t-shirt as her fingers race over unbroken skin.
"Change back."
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Characters/Pairing:
Spoilers: None beyond the premise of the show, so pilot
Penny and Sheldon's lips disconnected.
"Well, that was much ado about nothing." Sheldon announced, a look of shock overtaking his face. They were standing in the bathroom of the guy's apartment.
"Hey, that was almost a pop culture reference." Penny exclaimed, clapping her hands together once and grinning.
"Hardly. It's play by William Shakespeare. I have read the rudimentary works of English poets and playwrights." Sheldon didn't launch into a longer speech, instead trying to edge his way around Penny.
"Whatever, back to the part where you said kissing me was much ado about nothing. I've seen the Billie Piper movie and there is a lot of worthwhile ado in these lips." Penny huffed, realizing she should be offended. She leaned heavily back against the door and crossed her arms in front of her very ado-able chest.
"Your lips are quite adequate, Penny, but I've been led to believe that there would be fireworks and we would rip each other's clothing off." Having his exit blocked, Sheldon started running mental calculations about the possibilities of broken bones sustained when jumping from apartment windows.
"I thought you're supposed to be smart, Sheldon. Why would you think there'd be fireworks?" Penny softened, like usual, when confronted with something unexpectedly pathetic. It was profoundly sad when the smartest person in her world didn't understand something the dumbest people in the entire world could.
"I should have done more in depth research before entering this phase." Sheldon collapsed into the closed toilet seat and gazed down at the Transformers bath rug.
"Huh?" If Penny had a dime for every situation she uttered that syllable, then she would have a lot of dimes and could quit the Cheesecake Factory.
Sheldon stared at Penny for a moment and then replied, "I did tech-y things on the computer to have Netflix reroute a dozen accounts to me. I watched hundreds of movies in the genre known as romantic comedy. I did so in preparation for attempting a romantic entanglement with," pause, "someone."
"Ohh," Penny gave an exaggerated acknowledgment.
"In said 'rom-coms,' as they are sometimes called, there is usually a physical occurrence accompanying the touching of lips for the first time between to two people. I was led to believe that there would be a toe-curling, body-melting, fireworks-exploding moment." Sheldon sat with his hands in his lap, uncomprehending.
"Aww, sweetie, those are movies." Penny tried to comfort him.
"Can we try again? I seriously doubt it, but maybe we did it wrong." Sheldon stood back up so fast he nearly bounced off the floor.
"Sure," because Penny could get used to smoochies on a regular basis.
Sheldon launched himself at her with more force than needed. Her back knocked into the bathroom door, but it was cushioned by hanging Batman bathrobes. Fireworks went off outside the window, but they didn't notice until the guys came rushing into the apartment.
There was some elaborate explanation involving Wolowitz failed effort to impress a couple women from out of town with his ability to fashion fireworks from items found in the street. Penny winked at Sheldon and later he tried to nonchalantly put his arm around her shoulders while they watched the leaked pilot of Caprica. It was more obvious than he thought, but Penny thought it was cute anyway.
Title: You Disappearing Son of a Bitch
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean and Castiel
Spoilers: season four
Dean knocked back more shots to follow the shots before that and the shots before that. Each slam of glass against wood brought him closer to the smooth bliss of white out drunkenness. Even through the numbing effect of the alcohol, Dean knew the exact moment Castiel sat down on the stool.
"Welcome back, you disappearing son of a bitch." Dean didn't slur his words one bit, which was a fact he took great pride in later.
"Did you fear I would not return? Understand that I will always come back to you." Castiel explained evenly, as if it was the simplest concept in the world. Dean watched Castiel carefully, weighing options and reconsidering the words.
"How would I know that?"
"Because I love you, Dean Winchester." Castiel's voice didn't give anything away and that gave Dean the impression that Castiel was saying words with no meaning behind them. It was a sobering thought. The notion that it would be a sobering thought was enough to compel Dean to drain the remains of his beer. It has been abandoned in favor of shots, so it was warm in his throat. Dean stalled for time by drinking because he could think of no reply to a declaration like that.
"It is God's will that I love you as He loves everyone." Castiel continued in that painstakingly slow voice.
"You can't say that, Cas, not in a bar. Not this bar at least." Dean hushed him, ducking down into his beer for the final drops. He heard somewhere that the end of a drink was mostly spit, but whatever.
"Why not? It's the truth." Castiel spoke, glancing around the half empty establishment with more than suspicious eyes. Castiel worried there were unfriendly ears within hearing range. What Dean thought the damage of them hearing the statement would be, Castiel could not comprehend.
"More than one kind of love." Dean could have almost laughed at someone being around as long as Castiel and not knowing that.
"No, there is not. There is one kind of love; the love that helped me to pull you back here." Castiel looked more out of place in the bar when Dean stumbled away. Castiel followed, a hand on Dean's shoulder to steady him.
Title: Don't Hold Back
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Claire/Sylar
Spoilers: None
"You can't kill me, Claire, I can't kill you either." Sylar spits through grinding teeth. They had fought each other for what felt like hours. Punches never left bruises for long, cuts knitted back together, bones were easily shoved into place, and even the chunks of flesh ripped out by teeth regrew.
"Doesn't matter; I'm not quitting." Claire answers from her seat on Sylar's chest. They're both covered in blood and sweat with a thin layer of gun powder covering them. Sylar is the weaker of the two because of well placed slashes from a knife dipped in some liquid sediative.
"Who said anything about quitting?" Sylar breathes out, chest moving up and down like waves that won't cease. Claire has her hands around his wrists and her legs around his, but she knows she won't hold her position for long.
"What are you saying?" Claire asks, her nails pressing deeply into the soft skin around Sylar's wrists. She knows it won't do much damage, but it makes her feel better.
"I'm saying that we don't need to fight, Claire, we can help each other." Sylar offers with a sly grin that spreads over his face. She wants to scoff at his suggestions and continue the pointless fight, but something in her makes her clutch lossen. She sits back, knowing he cold flip her at any moment. It's a sign of faith and trust. One that he doesn't deserve, but she's willing to listen.
"Yeah, get on with it, I don't have all day. I have a manicure this afternoon." She lies to lighten the mood that has become dense and serious. She likes it better when they're tearing at each other's faces.
"You want something less appalling for you?" Sylar asks, not expecting an answer. Shadows crawl across his face like maggots over a corpse. He's gotten faster and slicker in the last few months. Claire smiles down at the new face and body beneath her, feigning ignorance and welcoming the warm embrace.
There's a hand in her hair and one on her waist. The first tangles in her hair, catching on drying blood. The second slides under the tore edges of her t-shirt as her fingers race over unbroken skin.
"Change back."
