odditycollector: Desire looking seductively over the rim of a goblet, Text: "I could make you want one" (Desire)
odditycollector ([personal profile] odditycollector) wrote2006-04-30 11:12 pm

You got your sap in my cynicism

 
It's not that I don't have a [livejournal.com profile] zombieficathon entry to finish up, but I'm suddenly having a lot of trouble keeping my focus on the brain eating undead.

So, of course, it seems like the *perfect* time to take themed ficlet requests!
 

Give me two (female) characters, and I'll write you (at least) a line of femslash. Your best bet would be to pick people from fandoms I'm most familiar with -- some examples: the DCU, Good Omens, House, Gaiman's Sandman, BSG, the Hitchhiker's Guide. However, if I don't feel I know the characters well enough, I'll just ask you for another prompt.

I shall guarantee the first five requests or so. After that, it may well be you'll still get fic, but this is entirely subject to my whims and procrastination urges.

[identity profile] odditycollector.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 07:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Cuddy reminded herself that she was the Dean of Medicine at an internationally renowned hospital and, as such, didn't get flustered. When Power Girl stepped out of the hospital room, Cuddy took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "I'm a big hero."

Power Girl looked amused. "Oh? Are you?"

There was something perverse about a medical degree that layered thoughts like Oh, fuck. I'm blushing with clinical descriptions of facial capillaries and beta-adrenoceptors. "Fan," Cuddy corrected. "I'm a big fan of your work. I think you're an excellent role model."

"Thanks." Power Girl's eyes rested for a few seconds on Cuddy's half unbuttoned shirt, but Cuddy felt it would hardly be fair to hold it against her. It was taking all Cuddy's professional training to keep her own eyes on Power Girl's face.

"You know," Power Girl said, "I'm going to be hanging around until you guys figure out what's wrong with Wildcat. We should get coffee or something."

"Or something sounds like a lot of fun," Cuddy agreed. "Or coffee."

Across the hall, House smirked and gave her a thumbs up. Cuddy tried to roll her eyes exasperatedly in his direction, but it was hard when she was grinning so much.

[identity profile] m-butterfly.livejournal.com 2006-05-01 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
WOOTSAUCE.