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Round One: Multi-Fandom
Eliza (red)
aaronlisa wrote in drabbletree
Welcome to the first round of drabbletree. This round will be multi-fandom, meaning that authors can write for any fandom that they wish. Round One will last for a week, which means it will end at 9:30PM PST on Monday August 17th. Please be sure to visit the rules before participating.

The theme for Round One will be endings as suggested by afteriwake. Each drabble written for this round should incorporate this theme. As well, each participant must leave a prompt of some sort at the end of their drabble. This prompt should be non-fandom specific, however it can relate to the theme, it can be a lyric, a song title, a colour or a word.

When commenting, please include the fandom, pairing, rating and prompt that you are replying to in the subject line.

If you have any questions, please refer to the Round One question post.

Angel; Cordelia (implied Cordelia/Angel); FR13

Leaving Sunnydale had been hard, but leaving Los Angeles had been even harder for Cordelia Chase. When she had been younger, she couldn’t wait to leave Sunnydale and become a famous actress. Los Angeles had always been the place where she thought that she would escape and become the person she had always dreamt she’d be. Cordelia had certainly escaped from Sunnydale but instead of becoming an actress she started dreaming new dreams. Her dreams now included saving people, kissing Angel, and being someone who wasn’t a vapid and vain little girl who thought that the world should revolve around her. Saying goodbye to Angel after setting him on the right track was harder than she had imagined it would and it tore her heart to pieces. She knew that he still needed her and that she still needed him but in the end it wasn’t meant to be.

Prompt: cinnamon

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CSI: NY, Stella/Hawkes, PG - gone but not forgotten

She didn't even jump when his arms dropped around her shoulders from behind. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt his breath at her ear.

"Gonna come to bed?" Hawkes asked. Stella nodded. Words were failing her at the moment. Hawkes tipped his head up to look out the window with her, at the ever-awake city night. "We're all gonna miss her, Stell."

"I know," she said softly.

His arms tightened against her. "And it isn't fair."

"I know."

"What can I do for you?" He asked with a soft sigh.

"Nothing," she replied in a small voice. "I just...can't stop thinking that she'll never walk into the lab again." He kissed the side of her head gently. She leaned into the touch as she felt tears spring to her eyes. There had been too much death in too short of a time span. One death was always too much.

Stella didn't really have family, so she created it around herself instead. Each loss felt like a slammed door in her face, because the fact of the matter was, there would never be another Jessica Angell.

"I know," he whispered against her ear, despite the fact that she hadn't said a word.

prompt: whiskey lullaby

Edited at 2009-08-12 09:55 pm (UTC)

Supernatural, Sam Winchester, PG - whiskey lullaby

His brother was dead.

Every time it came to mind, the thought landed with a heavy plunk! in his stomach, and the thought never didn't come to mind. It hit him every time he got in the car, every time he woke up alone, every time he went to pick up the phone because it should have been Dean calling, and it wasn't. Dean was dead, and he was never going to call him again.

It wasn't as though Sam hadn't tried. He'd done what every Winchester before him had done -- he put his soul up on the auction block, but no demon seemed to want to bite. Offer after offer, and each one ending with a dead demon in front of him and no end in sight. All he wanted was his brother back. Why was that too much to ask? The rest of the demonic community seemed to want him dead anyway, why not guarantee it?

His thumb ran over the cold edge of the bottle of whiskey in his hand, and he decided that he was done trying. He was just going to drink himself into the easiest stupor he could and silently will the pain to come to an end. If the demons weren't willing to do it for him, and the angels didn't exist, than he was just going to have to end it his own way.

His head hit the bar and he closed his eyes, hoping that in the morning, he wouldn't have to wake up and feel that thought hit the pit of his stomach again.

Prompt: you and me

Burn Notice/Supernatural, Michael (implied Michael/Bela), PG- you and me

It took a long time for the anger and shock to wear off, but eventually it did, leaving Michael feeling lost in a way he hadn't known before. He pushed it behind himself of course, because he had a job to do and a life to live.

That life just wasn't going to include her anymore.

And with each client he helped, each potential saved life, he screamed inside his head a reminder that he hadn't saved her. Regardless if she would have let him try or not.

He'd learn to live with it. Learning to deal with the blows and keep going was something he had been doing his whole life.

It still kept him up nights, though. The thought of all that it was he lost when she died, and everything that he didn't lose, everything they hadn't gotten to yet. He'd seen that look in her eyes, a look he was sure he mirrored back; a look that there was something there between them. More than sex, more than the games, and it was something Michael was never going to get to figure out.

There had been a possibility of them, but now it was just him, and he was trying his best to accept that and move on.

prompt: with a little help from my friends

Edited at 2009-08-14 02:29 pm (UTC)

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