today's last post, promise!

[such_heights]

Via lots of people on my flist, a meme.

eta: all gone!

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble (loose definition of term) for any pairing/OT3/OT4/character of their choosing.

1. gorgeousnerd: Merlin, Morgana/Morgause, a stormy morning
2. cherrybina: Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, a happy secret
3. makai: Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, some fetishes weren't kept to himself
4. the_moonmoth: Star Trek, Kirk/Spock, a day in the life
5. virginia_bell: Harry Potter, Remus/Sirius, revision
6. nny: Star Trek, something Scotty related
7. miarrow: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, a steady hold
8. liseuse: SGA, John/Rodney, 'I swear this city wants your lovechild'
9. rosemaryandrue: Merlin, Gwen/Morgana, buttercups
10. woldy: Merlin, OT4, sleepiness & firelight

fandoms: Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Torchwood, Merlin, Stargate: Atlantis, Star Trek Reboot, Firefly, Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles, and I could also have a crack at LotS or Being Human, though I'm a little behind on both. Crossovers welcome. Throw me a character/ship and a prompt and I will see what I can do! Also, really, I'm going to make myself keep them under 500 words. I know what I'm like.

(Basically, I have looots of academic work to do this evening, and it would be lovely to take breaks where I continue to write words, thereby hopefully keeping the mojo going. It's this or continuing to spam your flist!)

Comments

[nny]

Something Scotty related please? I don't care what. I ALWAYS WANT MORE SCOTTY FIC. :D

[such_heights]

nacelles, G, 220 words



Scotty would have figured, if he'd been asked, that after an extended period of near total isolation on Delta Vega, the last thing he would ever have wanted again was solitude.

But after they save Earth and don't save Vulcan and all the other hell that broke loose in a very short space of time, when the makeshift crew of the Enterprise are celebrating, or maybe trying to forget, Scotty finds himself overwhelmed. There are too many people, too much noise, sensor overload. He extricates himself from the arm Hikaru's got slung over his shoulder and makes his escape, leaving the party in favour of quiet corridors, walking until there's no sound but the hum of the ship.

His breathing slows, his shoulders relax, and it feels good. He doesn't pay much mind to where he's headed, but he's not exactly surprised when he finds himself at the entrance to Engineering. He grins and walks inside - there's a skeleton crew around somewhere, but no one in sight. It's perfect, beautiful, like a balm to his soul. Everyone is getting all emotional about being alive and all that, but it's only here and now in the quiet that Scotty feels something stir in him. He places one palm on a bulkhead, which moves under his touch as though it were alive, and it's good.

[nny]

Eeeeeeeeee! Yes, this! I love it, totally and completely.