My Mixed Bag O'Drabbles

[Distracted]

I like #8 the best. I can see him walking away. Such story potential.

[Hummingbird2]

Thank you, Distracted! I'm not capable of writing such a story, but if it stirs up plot bunnies for anyone else, feel free to use it.

[Hummingbird2]

I'm (slowly) working on a series of alphabet drabbles, and this is one of them. Feedback would be appreciated, and does this stand on it's own? Just in case I'm unable to continue the series.



DANGEROUS (AU-ish)


Reed watched carefully as Talas handled the Ushaan-Tor as though it were an extension of her. He was almost mesmerized by her fluid grace, like that of a dancer. It was very…distracting. This under different circumstances could be quite dangerous.


He tried to keep a firm grip on the weapon, his movements rough and clumsy compared to Talas. She went on the offensive, and he attempted to parry. With a swiftness that surprised him, she knocked the blade from his hand, and then swept his feet out from under him. She held the Ushaan-Tor close to his throat.


“Do you yield?” She asked.


Malcolm was never sure how to answer that one.

[Distracted]

Heh. Very nice.

[Alelou]

It's nice, but I'm not entirely sure what's going on. Either this is a slightly kinky Andorian seduction scene (that's the one I'm hoping it is) or Malcolm's about to die... I guess that "never" is a clue. Okay. Yes, nice, but it literally took me just much figuring to figure it out.

[Hummingbird2]

It's nice, but I'm not entirely sure what's going on. Either this is a slightly kinky Andorian seduction scene (that's the one I'm hoping it is) or Malcolm's about to die... I guess that "never" is a clue. Okay. Yes, nice, but it literally took me just much figuring to figure it out.

Kinky? Not really. It was intended to be UST so...there you go! They were having a sparring session, but I guess I wasn't entirely clear on that. Maybe I should change the title to 'Spar'?

Thank you, Distracted and Alelou!

[Hummingbird2]

This is a slight reworking of one of my earlier drabbles, posted at TDE. Any suggestions?

''Daddy!''

Startled, Trip dropped the cookie back in the jar, and turned around. His six-year old daughter stood in the kitchen doorway, looking shocked.

''I don't think mother would approve of eating cookies before dinner,'' she stated.

Trip sighed. ''You're right, honey,'' he said contritely. He walked over, bent down,and put his arms around her. ''Guess I need to set a better example, huh?''

''It's okay,daddy,'' Lizzie replied, in all seriousness. ''Everyone makes mistakes.''

[Asso]

[Hummingbird2]

Thank you, Asso! I'm glad you liked it.