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I ended up getting having to write three drabbles in the Stump the Author challenge. They are posted below. All 100 words exactly (I'm a stickler like that *g*)

For jadesfire2808, who stumped me with my House/West Wing crossover and who requested Captain Jack with ducks. I warn you now, I've never seen a single episode of Torchwood, and all I know about Jack I learned in kindergarten from paperclipbitch's and jadesfire's fic. This is set in jadesfire2808's Captain Jack visits buffyverse 'verse. (and now the intro is longer than the fic)

It wasn't the ducks quacking around his feet per say that were the problem, it was more that said ducks, and hence Jack himself, were on an island no bigger than the table in the Magic Box and he had no idea how he'd got here. Those tiny people on the beach, 500 metres away, looked an awful lot like Tara and Willow holding hands next to a fire. Perhaps they had an explanation. If only he could get to them without swimming.

That was the trouble with witches. No simple phone calls. It was all summoning spells and ducks.


For tigertrapped who stumped me with an original fic double drabble about boys having cubicle sex. So I wrote more cubicle sex, this time overheard. Starring Rupert Charles, snob, snarky queen, sex fiend.

Rupert recognised the sounds coming from the next cubicle and had to give them props. It wasn't everyone who'd dare the Harrods changing rooms. He made a bet with himself as to how many shirts he could try with his new jacket before they were finished. He'd initially thought all seven, but someone was apparently good with his tongue, if the heavy breathing was anything to go by, and he revised it down to three. He'd just done the last button on the third shirt (peach, went well with his tan) when a thump against the wall signaled splashdown. Score.


For karaokegal who stumped me with House/Wilson. And requested House/Wilson and the piano. She even gave me free reign with regards to the fluff/angst levels. I tried to go for the middle road.

'How many times am I going to listen to this song tonight?' Wilson was sitting on the sofa, eyeing the dvd still in its box.

'But it's perfect. More than thirty years, and it doesn't take him thirty seconds.' House played the song again.

Wilson watched his fingers moving over the keys. There was something mesmerizing about it now that he looked. He'd never really considered House's hands before. Long fingers caressing the keys, all his concentration on the music.

'House-'

'I'm almost finished, just one more time.'

'I was just going to ask you if you'd play it again.'


I really enjoyed these. If any one else has a drabble request (no more fandoms I don't watch, please *g*) I'll be happy to give it a shot, no stumping required.

ETA ennui_blue_lite Here's your Buffy one!

'Hey! No, I didn't- I wasn't- Hi Giles.' Xander tried to cover the yellow bordered magazine he'd just snapped shut with his spread hands.

'Xander.' Giles recognized it despite the boy's efforts, it was the issue favored by the more puerile freshmen boys, he didn't usually find juniors ogling the topless tribes-women. 'Doing a paper for social studies? I thought you had American History this year.'

'It's… for extra credit.' Xander slid the magazine back.

'Buffy will be here soon to train. Did you need help?'

'Buffy?' Xander squeaked and hurried out with his book-bag in front of his crotch.