Ferris Wheel Drabbles

[katleept]

So, recently, gameofcards hosted a carnivale during their hiatus. One of the challenges was a Ferris Wheel challenge where basically you wrote a drabble of around 100 words to a random song. (If you join, be sure to tell them Kat Lee of Team Hearts sent you!) We were only supposed to do 15, but I found it surprisingly inspirational. Here are mine.



Angel/BtVS' Angel/Spike in Without You, rated PG-13/T


He thought it would feel better, being bathed in sunlight again. He thought he would be able to enjoy the heated glow of the sun on his restored, human flesh. He thought he actually be able to forget some of his past in the golden rays of the rising and setting sun, but he's stood all day, watching the sun rise, travel through the sky over the beach, and now set, and all day he's thought of one thing, of one person. Angel's shoulders slump now as the sun sets, and still all he think is how much he wishes William was here with him and how greatly he aches for that sun to burn him into nothingness so that at least whatever part of his soul is left might find Spike's again.

The End




BtVS' Giles and Buffy in Under His Watchful Gaze, rated G/K


He slips into her room not long before sunrise. Buffy looks at her Watcher from her bed, more than a little surprised to find him entering unbidden but almost glad to see him. She's been unable to sleep, a hundred and more thoughts circling through her mind.

"Is this seat taken?" he whispers questioningly, lowering himself into the single chair in her room.

"No," she says, beginning to smile.

"I'm sorry to intrude, Buffy, but with all those children out there, I've found it rather difficult to sleep. Would you believe that they are still laughing and giggling at this hour?"

"I know. I can hear them." She knows, too, that there's more to it than that. Giles, like herself, is concerned for the younger girls. They're leading them into a battle from which none of them may walk away from, but as she gazes into the tender eyes of her Watcher, Buffy knows he won't let them down. Neither will she. They will win this fight, and finally, she slips into sleep under his watchful gaze.

The End



BtVS' Xander/Willow in A New Forever, rated PG/K+


She would've gone anywhere with him, done anything for him. Now she stands alone at his grave, lost and wondering what happened. She'd pray he would return, but she learned long ago that prayers never get answered in Sunnyhell, California. Suddenly, the earth moves before her.

She knows the hand coming up out of the grave. Willow's breath catches in her throat, and she watches, transfixed, as her prayer does come true and Xander emerges from the ground. "Willow." He smiles at her. There's something different in his smile, but she barely notices it as she rushes into his open and waiting arms. In the warmth of those arms she's always loved, she doesn't even feel his teeth piercing her skin until like him, she's awakening the next night, coming out of earth, and finding him waiting for her.

"We have forever," he promises, embracing her. Her dream's come true.

The End



Chronicles of Narnia's Lucy and Aslan in With Him, rated PG/K+


She looks around the battlefield through the tears in her young eyes. Her hands tightly clutch the magical elixir with which she's been entrusted. It's powerful, but there's so little of it. Her friends have fallen around her. Beings she once could not have even imagined are laying all around her, wounded and dying. Her dear Mister Tumnus is just barely beginning to revive from the elixir. She doesn't even know where her brothers and sister are. The task ahead of them seems insurmountable, but then, Lucy feels a whisper in the air.

She turns toward the presence she feels, and her eyes widen with awe as they always do when she looks upon them. Aslan pauses in His pace, looks at her, and smiles, and an answering grin breaks out on Lucy's face. He's here for them, and suddenly, she knows, it's all going to be okay.

The End


Excalibur's Shadowcat/Phoenix 2 (Rachel) in More of Her, rated PG/K+


She spun around under the disco lights, Rachel's hand in hers. The lights flashed in tune to the song whose words Kitty barely heard, but the words didn't matter. The time and the place didn't matter. All that mattered was that Rachel was back with her, back and loving her again where she belonged.

Rachel pulled her to her and started a rain of kisses at her hand that led up her arm and to her neck. Kitty's sighs and gasps beat in time to the music. Normally she would have cared that they were in public, that others could see, that the world might attack them for being mutants or two women loving each other, but none of it mattered now. All that mattered was like Rachel, and this connection between them was the most heady thing she'd ever known.

More than drugs, more than chocolate, she only wanted more Rachel forever more, here or elsewhere, now and forever. She gave herself to her again, body and soul. She didn't even know the name of the club in which they were in, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was her Rachel was back, and she still loved her.

The End



Generation X's M/White Queen in Staying Here, rated PG-13/T


Her perfectly shaped fingernails tap a rhythm out on her desk. She's bored by this entire scene. She knows everything the other students are just learning. She knows her body. She knows her capabilities. She doesn't need this lessons, but she has yet to make her father understand that, along with many other things.

She looks up as the door opens and their teachers enter. Her brown eyes pass quickly over the headmaster, but they linger on her headmistress. Emma's barely clad hips seem almost to sway to the tune Monet's fingernails are tapping out. She watches her move with muscular, liquid grace underneath her white leather and silk clothes, and finally, that day, she smiles. She could tap that. She could top her, if Emma would ever look at her as anything more than a student.

Monet smiles as Emma's ice blue gaze meets her inquiring look. Oh, yes, she could top that. Maybe staying here at this boring Massachusetts Academy isn't so bad, after all.

The End



Generation X's White Queen and Banshee in Believe, rated G/K


The music whispers through the air. She follows it, heedless of where she is going, her shields dropped for once. She finds the man with whom she now shares a life standing in a patch of sunlight by himself in the forest, his deep voice singing words full of love. She's never believed in anything much before, never had a reason to believe in a god after all she's endured, but as she watches Sean sing on that Sunday morning, bathed in the warmth of early morning sunlight, unable to go to church because they were out early again that morning saving the world, Emma finds herself beginning to believe.

She smiles, watching him, knowing everything they've endured together. She smiles, blue eyes shining, as she realizes she does believe. She believes they are going to make this world a better place. She believes they're going to save the young, mutant lives with which they have been entrusted. She believes in him, and maybe just a little, she believes in herself and in this God to whom he's praying, the One in which both he and Charles believe, the One Who might well have led them to give her a second chance to live, to learn, to help, to love.

the End


Leverage's Parker, Sophie, Eliot, and Hardison in Double Trouble, rated PG-13/T


Every eye is on them as they breeze through the double doors. Every head turns as they prowl through the crowded room. Men forget their wives; women forget to be jealous. Drinks are spilled, food nearly choked upon. Their gazes stay perfectly ahead. These people are nothing to them.

Parker steals a sideways glance at Sophie, who, for this mission alone, she allowed to dress her. She's never felt like this before, never felt quite so sensual as she does walking beside the grifter queen with silk clothes sliding over her otherwise bare flesh.

Sophie's smile is perfect. She knows every eye upon them, but the corner of her mouth does quirk up when she hears Hardison's voice in their ears. "Damn! Talk about double trouble, man! I wouldn't want them on me!"

"Then you're th' only one," Eliot drawls, and the women positively beam.

The End



The Magnificent Seven's Josiah in One Mile Further, rated PG/K+


He wants to give up. He knows he's hit. He knows he's supposed to die this day. But as he looks around him at all the others fighting, at Nathan and the Indians, at the friends they've just barely made, Josiah knows he isn't truly ready to surrender, not while there's still fight in the others, not while there's still lives he might be able to save. He yanks up his gun, ignoring the pain searing through his old bones. One mile further, Lord, he prays, never thinking that the Father's going to give him much than just one more mile. He's giving him an entire family.

The End


Once Upon A Time's Robin/Regina in The Power of His Heart, rated PG-13/T


She can feel his heart beating beneath her palm. She knows the strength of that heart and the power contained in a heart, but she's never felt one quite like this before. She kisses him, her fingers splaying over his naked chest, and his heartbeat quickens. She knows she's doing this to him. She knows he wants her as badly as she does him, but she's enthralled by that sound. It means so much to know she has this power over him, but for once, she doesn't want to abuse the power. It's a treasure he's giving her, and Regina takes her time, smiling at him, kissing him, adoring him, and letting the power of their hearts wash over them both as she makes love to her thief.

The End



Once Upon A Time's Rumplestiltskin/Belle in Gold, rated R/M


She watches him thread the needle. She watches his hands as he spins nimbly and finds herself yearning to be the threads he touches. He doesn't touch them tonight with particular care, but she doesn't care. She just wants him, wants to feel him on her flesh, wants him to make her moan . . .

Belle swallows hard as she watches the Dark One, feeling the burning that's beginning to become too familiar deep within her. "Hum, your tea, sir."

"Take it away, dearie. Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir."

"You needn't always apologize, mouse. Partake of it yourself. At least then it won't be wasted."

She hurries from the room, but as the cool sweetness of the tea courses down her dry throat, Belle knows there's only one thing she only wants to feel tonight, and every night. She wants to feel him. She wants to be one with him. Her eyes shut. The sound that escapes her is strangled somewhere between a moan and a sigh. She's never been in this much trouble in all her life, but then, too, she's never felt quite so alive as she does when he smiles at her and his flesh accidentally brushes hers. She dreams of being that thread, never knowing that one day, he'll touch her with infinitely more care than he'll ever thread the thread that he spins into gold. One night, he'll make her body into gold instead, and on that night, every one of Belle's dreams, every one of her fantasies, will come true.

The End


Once Upon A Time's Rumplestiltskin/Belle in In and Out, rated PG/K+


He snarls at her. He commands her as though she is nothing more than a common slave. He appears when she least expects him, coming at her from out of the shadows that wrap around him like a glove. He's there when she least expects him; he's gone when she wants him. He threatens again to have her skin children.

She knows all these things about him. She knows he can't be good for her. She knows he's dangerous. She knows she should try to run away before she falls into this trap into which she's entered willingly. She came prepared to give him her body, but she never expected the toll he'd take on her.

But then, just when she feels like crying, he's there again, emerging from the shadows, a single rose in hand, a smile on his face. She looks at him and feels herself slipping back in, back under his control. He isn't good for her, but she can't seem to make her heart understand that as, once again, she slips back into falling in love with him.

The End


Smallville's Clark/Lex in Nothing Easier, rated PG/K+


"I can't."

"Yes, you can. You can step away from all of this, Lex. Just take my hand. I promise it'll be okay."

"You've said that before. You said it when we were children."

"I'm saying it again now, and I'm promising no matter what, no matter what the world thinks, no matter what you do, no matter how dark you get, I'm going to be right here beside you. I love you, Lex. You're much more than a Luthor. You don't have to be evil just because the world expects it of you. We can show them how good you can be. You can show them. Just take my hand. Take my hand, and love me."

Nothing has ever been easier than those last two words for he's always loved Clark since the very first time he set eyes upon him up until now, and he knows he will until his grave and beyond. He takes his hand, and for a little while, Lex smiles. For a little while, their love shines. Then he awakes crying, alone, knowing Clark will never love him, again.

The End



Supernatural's Dean/Sam in A Little Piece To Eternity, rated PG-13/T


He can hear the tempo of their hearts beating out a melody. He's not touching Dean. He can't really hear his heart, but he does every time he shuts his eyes. He hears his brother's heart, hears his breath, feels his skin against his no matter where he is or what he's doing. In his heart, in his mind, in the very essence of his soul, Dean is always there.

His big brother's looking up at him now, big, puppy dog eyes pleading with him to join him in bed. He knows he shouldn't. He knows their path is paved straight way to Hell. He knows they're damned. But when Dean looks at him like that, he can't refuse. He takes his hand and lets him pull on toward Hell, telling him another time doesn't matter. After all, Dean's a part of him, as much of him as his own heart and soul. He's damned no matter what he does; he might as well enjoy the ride and the little piece of Heaven Dean gives him along the way.

The End


X-Men's Gambit/Rogue in Thank You, Lord, rated PG/K+


She used to be so angry, angry at God, angry at her family, angry at the woman who took her in when she had absolutely nothing left in the world except for the clothes on her body and her father's old shotgun. She used to be so angry that she couldn't control her powers, that she couldn't lead a normal life, that she had been turned into a freak by a God Who everybody else around her thought cared. Raven had never cared. She had never believed, but Irene had. Kurt does.

So many of her friends do, and as Rogue stands with them now after yet another battle, she takes another look around and begins to smile. She is a freak, but she can now control her powers. Raven had been misguided, but there are others here who do care for her, who do love her. Every step through her hard life has led her here. Everything that changed in her life has led her to this family, and they make everything worthwhile. "Thank you, Lord," she finds herself whispering. Thank you for another battle won. Thank you for mah family. She smiles as she takes Remy's hand. Thank you for love.

The End


X-Men's Professor X and the First Five in Father Xavier, rated G/K


He watches the cup rise and then begin to shake in the air. He lays a gentle hand on his young student's shoulder, and the cup stills. He smiles at the girl, then continues to wheel himself through their room.

He watches the boy holding a book in the toes of one foot while clinging to the roof with his other foot. He pauses, frowning, as he reads, then reaches for a beaker. Quietly, Charles places the right beaker in his hand, then continues forward.

His first student holds his head in his hands. You can do it, Charles thinks to him, and slowly, Scott lifts his head, opens his eyes, and hits only his intended target with a single optic beam.

Charles smiles slightly, but then he walks upon ice and is just in time to see Bobby cover Warren with snowballs. As the two boys begin to tussle, he can not help but to laugh, and as his eyes shine, his heart lifts. These children may need him, but he needs them every bit as badly.

The End


X-Men's Professor X and Jean Grey in His Mark, rated G/K


In every day, in every way, she is still touched by his love. There isn't a new face that she meets that she doesn't think of him. There isn't a place she goes where she doesn't consider what he would think of the locale. There isn't a battle she fights within which she doesn't call upon his lessons, his advice, and his beliefs in which her own are echoed. He was her mentor, her best friend, and even more of a father to her than her own dad. He's marked her life in every choice and in every way. Charles may be gone, but Jean knows he's always live on within her, and within them all, as long as they fight for the dream they all share, the dream he began.

The End


X-Men's Professor X/Magneto in Together, rated PG/K+


He looks up in surprise, feeling his approach. Their eyes meet. Erik is the first to bow his head, then Charles lowers his, as well, and his questing gaze. They have buried another of their own today, and both men are burdened by the loss. There are so many they have lost that, although they've saved more, it seems an impossible task.

He stills as he approaches. Both men are almost lost in their thoughts, but both are very much aware of the other. Together, they turn toward the cross, heads bowed. Each man has been led here by his own beliefs, each trying their hardest to save their people, to save the children of their world. It seems an insurmountable task, but they're not going to stop trying, not now, not ever, not while there is still breath left in their bodies.

Erik's hand touches Charles' shoulder. For a moment, quiet reigns in the cemetery, and then quietly, slowly, tenderly, Charles' hand covers Erik's.

The End