prompt #121 - reach | "professor plum"
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fiction_drabblesTitle: Professor Plum
Challenge/Prompt: #121 - Reach
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own federal agents, but I am starting to own these guys.
Summary: From the same continuity as Mayflies (#114 - Value) and Cell Count (#120 – Comfort) because apparently I can’t stop. Probably ought to give the darn thing a name. (‘The Red Shirt Blues’? Yes, you can hit me.) Also this ended up having a lot less to do with ‘reach’ than originally intended, oops.
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Ellis breaks away from them twenty minutes in, heading for a side doorway, leaning to peer inside.
“Hey,” she snaps, but he doesn’t stop and she curls her lip, shakes her head. “Fuck’s sake. That’s just asking to be clued.”
He stays close, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to hip, shoots her a raised eyebrow look. Here long enough to know better, not lingo. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Not get a clue, become a clue. His face gets eaten; now we know it eats faces.”
Crack. Squelch. Scream.
They spin.
“Now we know it eats livers,” she amends. “Heads up.”
Challenge/Prompt: #121 - Reach
Original Fiction or Fanfiction: Original
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own federal agents, but I am starting to own these guys.
Summary: From the same continuity as Mayflies (#114 - Value) and Cell Count (#120 – Comfort) because apparently I can’t stop. Probably ought to give the darn thing a name. (‘The Red Shirt Blues’? Yes, you can hit me.) Also this ended up having a lot less to do with ‘reach’ than originally intended, oops.
◘◘◘
Ellis breaks away from them twenty minutes in, heading for a side doorway, leaning to peer inside.
“Hey,” she snaps, but he doesn’t stop and she curls her lip, shakes her head. “Fuck’s sake. That’s just asking to be clued.”
He stays close, shoulder to shoulder and thigh to hip, shoots her a raised eyebrow look. Here long enough to know better, not lingo. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Not get a clue, become a clue. His face gets eaten; now we know it eats faces.”
Crack. Squelch. Scream.
They spin.
“Now we know it eats livers,” she amends. “Heads up.”
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Date: 2011-10-11 02:14 pm (UTC)Calling the series The Red Shirt Blues is rather...puntastic. Sorry, sorry, couldn't resist.
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Date: 2011-10-12 09:27 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2011-10-12 09:27 am (UTC)