Give me the brain...!

[cdybedahl]

Because of the migraine I have the attention span of a retarded fruitfly, and can only work in short intervals. I need something to distract me in between. If you give me a pairing (from any of the fandoms I usually wibble about) and a concept, I'll try writing a drabble for it.

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[(Anonymous)]

(Katlinel at work)

Tara and Anya in the afterlife.

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Anya looked at the golden lyre in her hand. She'd been holding it when she first woke up after dying, the mirror-finish reflecting the light from her halo and the soft white shimmer of her wings. It'd been in her hand every time she woke up after that.
"You know," Tara said, "sooner or later eBay are going to stop you auctioning off that thing."
Anya gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"And when they do, you'll wish a vengance for me," she said.
"I guess," Tara said. "What do you need the money for, anyway?"
Anya waved towards the brand-new iMac that balanced precariously near the edge of the cloud.
"Do you have any idea what if costs to get Internet up here?" she said.
"Oh," Tara said. "Well, keep it up then."
"Yes!" Anya said, putting an arm around Tara's waist. "I will!"
Tara bent forward and double-clicked and icon with "EarthCam" written under it.
"So who should we watch today?" she said.
Anya frowned. "Who was it yesterday?"
"Buffy and Kennedy."
"Oh, right, I remember," Anya said. "Why don't we try something new today?"
Tara thought about it for a few moments.
"All right," she said. "I wish that Willow and Angelina Jolie would have sex in the upstairs shower."
"Good choice!" Anya said, smiling. "Angelina Jolie is very pleasingly shaped."
She closed her eyes and concentrated for a moment.
"Wish granted," she said.
On the iMac's monitor, a window swoshed into view.

[katlinel.livejournal.com]

Ooh, shiny!

[watervole.livejournal.com]

Sam Carter gets to look at the workings of the Buffbot.

[cdybedahl.livejournal.com]

The phone in Sam's lab rang more than a dozen times before she finally answered.
"Hello?"
General Hammond frowned a little. Carter sounded out of breath, which was kind of strange.
"Sam?" he said. "Are you all right?"
"Yes, sir," came her voice through the phone. "I'm fine."
"Good," Hammond said, not sounding convinced. "Have you managed to figure anything out about the robot?"
"Well, I... managed to turn... it on, sir," Sam said.
Hammond's frown deepened.
"Are you sure you're all right?" he said.
"Oh yes," Sam said.
Somehow, from the way she'd said it, Hammond wasn't entirely convinced she'd said it to him.
"And what have you found?" he asked.
"I strongly doubt it's an infiltration device, siiiiiir," she said. The sentence ended in something more like a squeal than a word.
"Sam, what's going on?"
"Nothing, sir, just oh god investigating the robot's aaaah functions."
"Right," Hammond said. "And I take it things are going well?"
"Oh, fantastic, sir."
Through the phone, in the distance, he heard a second voice. One he didn't recognize.
"And that's what I can do with my fingers," the voice said. "Willow programmed that. She's my friend. She's recently gay. Do you want me to show you what she programmed me to do with my mouth?"
"I'll just let you get on with the... investigation, then," Hammond said. The office suddenly felt much warmer.
"Please," Sam said, and again he wasn't sure who she said it to. Possibly she wasn't either.
"Get back to me when you have something to report," he said.
"I will, sir," she said, not quite managing to stifle a moan.
Hammond remained with his hand on the phone for a minute or two before he'd collected his wits enough to return to work. It took considerably longer for him to stop thinking about Sam's lab and security cameras.

[watervole.livejournal.com]

Giggle.

I particularly like the last line.