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Meme and a ficlet

Okay so I wrote a ficlet on comment_fic today. It's tiny, but I haven't written anything in so long I figured I'd link it here anyway.

And then there's this meme stolen from the flist:
Name your 10 absolutely favorite couples (het/slash/canon/fanon) and ask people to see what trends they notice about your couples. Try to pick different fandoms:

It seemed entertaining, so I'm playing. *g*

Supernatural - Sam/Dean
RPS - J3 (extra Misha is optional, but appreciated)
Farscape - John/Chiana
Dark Angel - Alec/Joshua (I blame this utterly AWESOME fic I read. Of course I'll never be able to find the link again. Trust me, this pairing works in a non-creepy way.)
Battlestar Galactica - Kara/Lee
Greek mythology - Orpheus/Eurydice
Shakespeare (Much Ado...) - Kate/Benedict
Firefly - Zoe/Wash
Leverage - Eliot/Nate
X-Men (comics)- Remy/Logan

Edited to add: Warning, there may be spoilers for these shows in the comments.

And here's my ficlet which can be Fox verse or just preseries for the show. No knowledge of Fox verse is needed to read this:

Test, 1, 2, 3...
This was a test. Of course it was. Everything was always a test. Either you pass or you fail... and 494 was tired of failing.

The mission was simple, retrieve the red backpack and return it to his handler. 494 would have been insulted by the artlessness of the task if it wasn't for one tiny detail. 494 wasn't in the compound. 494 was in Colorado. He knew that the differences were minimal. Colorado was also a cold climate with mountains. If he closed his eyes, it almost sounded the same. Almost. There was an absence of gun fire, barking orders, and there were more animals. Even in the deepest parts of the woods in the Wyoming compound, he could always hear echos of what was happening in the training yards. Here, he could hear a chopper in the distance, a few men talking on radios, and russling in tree tops. That would be the snipers in case 494 decides to go rogue on his first official mission. 494 has no plans for disobedience. He learned what happened when you don't follow orders, and that wasn't even HIS mistake. It was Ben. Always Ben. His own personal boogie man.

Finding the backpack was easy. Manticore never intended it to be difficult. The difficult part was coming back home. Choosing to return. That was the test.

494 was tired of failing. He was no Ben. He wouldn't run.


Jun. 29th, 2009 07:52 pm (UTC)
Oh my, I love this ficlet!

Also, hi. I have no idea how I ended up in your journal, but I'm so glad I did. :D Pre-series Dark Angel fic is so hard to find.

Could the Alec/Joshua fic you mention be this one?
Jun. 30th, 2009 02:32 am (UTC)
Thats the one! Thanks for the link! *g* And if you like Dark Angel stuff, I write Dark Angel/Supernatural crossovers. They're in my tags. Real life is too busy for updating at the moment though so I fail at writing. And thanks for wandering into my journal! *g*



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