You're dancing up on tables...

[ginndaddy]

My writing-fu has deserted me...and I need to remember to email the NateF/AlexS to Dhu...but I'm doing this anway. Stealing from all over the f-list. And I'm limiting you cretins to two each. *eyes you*

Reply and name two characters from different fandoms and I'll write a ficlet or something. commentfic!

Fandoms: Bandom, Supernatural, Firefly, NCIS, NCIS:LA, Eastwick, Generation Kill, Watchmen, Criminal Minds, Batman/Nightwing, Harry Potter, MASH, RENT, Stargate (SG1 and SGA), and MacGyver...I'm probably forgetting some but these are the ones I'm reasonably comfortable in so take your pick.

Remember...two scenarios each...may open it up for more after that depending on how many comments I actually get.

Comments

[onigaminanashi.livejournal.com]

I am leaving SO many scenarios (what, rules for me?) because I want it ALL.

Fick/Bob Bryar, nonAU :D

Morgan/Spencer, total non Criminal Minds AU

Colbert/John Sheppard, non Atlantis AU :D

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Also find out if the place where The Used is going to be lets cameras in. If they do, I'm going to borrow a decent one.

Fick/Bryar NonAU -> you still suck...

[sly-fuck.livejournal.com]

Nate sighed and stared around himself in confusion. You would think after navigating through a war torn countryside, getting through an airport to the correct gate would be simple math. Point A to point B. But no. Nate was once again staring at the departure board trying to find the correct gate.

"Personally, I think they randomly switch our gate numbers just to see if we're paying attention." Nate turned to see a younger blond man, lip ring included, standing and staring up at the boards with him.

"It's entirely possible." Nate agreed easily enough. The guy turned and held out a hand.

"Bob Bryar." Nate shook it and offered his own name in return, "Nate Fick."

Bob nodded and smiled, head tilted towards Nate's military issued duffel. "Thanks for protecting our ungrateful asses." Nate blinked, unused to actual sincere thanks in return for his service of their country. Especially after there were no WMD's. He wasn't even sure why he still used the thing after retiring except for sentimental reasons.

"I, ah, hmmm." Nate stopped himself from randomly babbling the first thing that came to mind and nodded, his own smile slightly shy. "Thanks for that."

Bob smirked, shoved his hands into his pockets, and turned his head away when his name was shouted. He turned back to offer a 'what can you do' shrug and started to step away. He stopped and turned back, pen in hand. He reached out and grabbed Nate's bare fore arm, quickly scribbling something down. "Call me and I'll tell you why people are dumbasses."

Nate looked down at the phone number on his arm bemusedly and smiled, looking up again to watch the other man walk away. He just might do that.

Colbert/Sheppard non Atlantis AU -> meaning Atlantis doesn't exist?

[sly-fuck.livejournal.com]

Colbert rolled his eyes to himself as the big wigs once again proceeded to sit in their circle and jerk each other off. Or at least fuck around with the regs again. He watched his men for signs of anarchy and generally let them have their way. This whole situation was fucked either way.

"I wonder what it feels like to have orders that make sense." Brad glanced to his left at Sheppard and half shrugged. "I mean, the LT does what he can obviously, but none of this is what we, as Recon Marines should be doing."

"Lt. Fick is the only CO here that still thinks orders should make sense." Brad murmured cryptically. John blinked over at him with that not-so-blank expression he favored right before insubordination came out of his mouth. Brad shook his head. "Let it go, soldier." He walked back towards his own vector, waiting for the call of 'oscar mike'. Sheppard, and Fick too soon enough, would learn that the powers that be called the shots and the grunts took the pain.

That didn't mean Brad had to be the one to disillusion either of them.