Boredom alert! Come play with me!

[keelywolfe]

I'm bored. Why is everything so boring today? Work has been indescribably busy, kids started school and all the mess that goes with that, and last night was the first night in a week I had more than 5 hours of sleep, so naturally I slept too much and now I am still tired. Ooh, but I just realized that the ten anniversary of my Livejournal is this month. Holy cow, where does the time go?

But I am still bored.

So let's play a game or do a meme or something! Entertain me! Let's do one of those meme's where you post a short section from 5 stories. Don't care if your actively working on them or not, just give me a funny or angsty or smutty little tidbit to give me joy! Give me fragments from the stories you've abandoned, give me your next big hit! Any fandom, any pairing, just hit it!

To be fair, I'll play too:



1. Optimus/Ratchet

Ratchet felt his own anger blossom to life and as always, it quickly overrode his sense, "Would you rather I'd left them for dead?" he snapped out. "I would so hate to inconvenience you!"

"You—" Optimus turned away, a visible tremor running through him. He drew in a long draft of cool air, vented it back out. "Ratchet," he said tightly, "I am aware that our current attachment to each other is disturbing to you. Be that as it may, I would like to think I am allowed to feel something other than simply inconvenienced when I find you injured."

His anger cooled quickly at that and Ratchet smiled, a little. "Point taken."

To his surprised, Optimus quickly turned to the window, gazing outside with intense scrutiny. After a moment, curiosity got the best of him and Ratchet finally asked, "What are you looking at?"

"I was expecting a meteor shower or perhaps a rain of frogs," Optimus answered promptly. "You agreed with me so quickly, the only logical conclusion was a possible apocalypse."

"Oh, very amusing," Ratchet scowled. "Don't get used to it."

Optimus straightened. "I shall flag it in my memory files," he promised.


2. Wyatt/Glitch (Tin Man)

It was still perception, his eyes trying to fit Glitch into what they had seen before. Murder, perhaps, a convict. Criminal.

It was only later that he realized he should have known. He'd seen his fair share of headcases before, too many, and no punishment could change the raw materials it began with. Cruel humans rendered stupid stayed cruel, no sweet innocence in their dull piggish eyes.

It was a testament to how brilliant Glitch must have been before. Forgetful but not stupid, not completely, synapses coming to the severed ends of a lost mind having to find new paths. Memories jumbled, a puzzle with broken pieces but sometimes they still fit, sometimes.

Flicker.

Perception. His eyes dulled for just a moment. Glitch blinked up at Wyatt, his mouth forming a small sound, "Oh." Then Glitch tipped his head up and kissed him.

Soft, cool mouth, almost chaste against his own until Glitch parted his lips, let his tongue press into Wyatt's. A little passive but not rejecting and he let it end on its own.Something he was perfectly capable of doing, Caine admitted wryly. A little forgetful but hardly stupid. Not a child, no, not at all, just a little--

"Lost," Wyatt murmured, his lips brushing Glitch's.


3. Clark and Bruce talking. Clark/Lex

"How can I go back to him and...just pretend everything is fine, that I'm the husband he's had for years and…how can I do that?" Clark burst out.

"I'm not sure you have a choice," Bruce said thoughtfully. He rested his chin on one gloved hand. Minus any judicious use of x-ray vision, his eyes were shielded; not that it mattered. Bruce never showed any true emotions in his eyes, anyway.

"What?" Clark sputtered. "You want me to...what happens when I leave here and go back to my universe?"

"We don't know if this even is an alternate universe and if that's the case, your world is not something we can send you back to." Bruce said bluntly. "From what you've described, a being of almost infinite power has created a place for you to learn some sort of lesson. You told me that Mxyztplk (the name rolled off Bruce's tongue in a way that Clark could only envy) sent you here to teach you something. Resisting the learning isn't going to help you. If you do, there's a chance you could be stuck here for years."

"So what you're saying is--

Bruce turned back to his monitors, effectively dismissing him. "Go home and apologize to your husband."

"But I can't just--" Clark gestured frantically, trying to indicate without saying the myriad of things that he couldn't possibly do to Lex

"I doubt you'll have to concern yourself with it tonight or possibly for the next week. There's a fair chance you'll be sleeping on the sofa."

Clark stared. Had Bruce just made a joke? Suddenly, this universe seemed a great deal more disturbing.


4. Zuko/Sokka (Avatar)

"Why do they keep it up with me, anyway?"

"Hmm, let me see," Zuko paused in his writing. "You're young, strong, attractive, and a war hero. I can certainly see how that wouldn't seem appealing. Frankly, Sokka, the question should be why wouldn't someone want you."

Sokka ignored the little frisson of heat those words sent through him. "I don't care! I just want you to make them stop it!"

Let me see if I understand," Zuko said slowly. "You want me to use my power and position to make people stop hitting on you."

"Yes!"

Long silence and Sokka blew out an impatient breath. How difficult could this be?

"All right," Zuko said finally. Finally! "I'll see what I can do."


5. Sam/Bumblebee with a side order of Optimus

"You find Optimus's optical transmission attractive?"

It took Sam half a minute to even process that, and when he did, he almost swallowed his gum. "No! Why do you--"

Bumblebee paused long enough to glance at him. "Sam, I regulate your systems constantly. When you first saw Optimus this morning, your heart rate soared and your pheromone level increased exponentially." He propped his chin on his hand thoughtfully. "And according to your heart rate at the moment, you totally just lied to me."

Okay, of course he would have a boyfriend who also acted as a walking lie detector.

He let out a breath slowly. How to explain this one with Bumblebee sitting there all innocent, wide green eyes, waiting for his answer. It was possible that the standard 'humans are weird' ploy might work. "Look, it doesn't mean anything--"

"If you find him appealing, you should ask him to join us sometime." Calmly, like he was suggesting having a new paint job done over the weekend.

That time he did swallow his gum, gagging a little before he managed, "You...that is so not funny."

Bumblebee glanced back down to his book. "I wasn't trying to be funny. He may be interested. I don't believe Optimus has attempted to mate with any of the terrestrial entities on this planet."

Sam was fairly sure if Bumblebee kept talking, his eardrums were going to rupture. "Was that even English? The only other language I know is the Spanish I learned in school and that barely lets me find the bathroom."

Bumblebee actually set the book aside, lips pursed as he considered. "He hasn't gotten it on with any of the dudes around here so he might let you hit it," he translated.


C'mon, let me see a few of yours, just a snack? If you do, post it in the comments so I can see!

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4. Crisis Core/FFVII

Zack run as if Hell was chasing him.

In a way, he mused, it actually was. Or, perhaps he was the one running after it. Either way, he needed to find Sephiroth before anyone else did.

Fleeing...

Sephiroth was fleeing; his delicate features a scarred landscape filled of fright, his breath caught in his chest, his hands curled fists, his hair flowing behind him as he ran faster than a normal human could follow with an un-enhanced sight. His heart was beating hard, it hurt, but he couldn’t stop.

He needed to know, to understand.

Zack Fair watched his superior with with calculating eyes as the sun set behind them, deeply in the Nibel Mt. The Hero of Wutai has shivering, his skin white as plaster and unhealthy chalky. What made Zack uncomfortable, though, was the vacant stare the older mans eyes held.

”Sephiroth…? Hey, Seph - where are you going?”

The General showed no indication of hearing his question, so the SOLDIER simply nudged his friend in the side and took a step to the right, barely escaping the First’s sword. At his shout, Sephiroth shuddered and gave him a glance from beneath the vail of silver that hidd his delicate features.

”Hey”, he tried again. ”Seph… you don’t have to listen to feather-boy, you do know that, don’t you? Come on, talk to me, buddy. We can’t have you falling apart.”

”Zack? Would you call me a monster?”


5. Original work

The street is empty save for the dirty, yellow car in the middle of it. It’s broken, must have been crashed into another car, but as with most places that at some point have been squatted, the rest of the street is cleared. Nothing can hide in the open.

Spreading before her is a lane, seemingly safe. The street before the young woman is empty save for a car, smashed into a house. The windows of what once was a home are dark, crushed and stained. Here and there, the glass is still intact and the darkness beyond, eeire and hungry.

The woman doesn’t stop to wonder if the deep shadows are hiding the enemy or perhaps is squatted by equally aggressive allies. Both however, might mean wounds that will get infected. Such a thing would slow her down, possibly kill her.

She keeps running, since one can’t hide in plain view. For now, the only thing she can do, is to keep moving, hurrying across a dead lawn. Nothing moves as she runs over the remains of scattered humans. White bones, clad with rotting cloths, gleam in the bleak, afternoon sun.

After a while she stops running, not quite breathless but wary. There’s a broken fence five metres away and after a peak over it, she climbs over to the other side and crouches, waiting for the obligatory ten heartbeats.

Stillness, deep and soothing, only broken by the sound of a river is all she can hear. She nods to herself and drinks from her bottle, carefully cleaning it and putting it back, straddling it to her waist.

Nothing moves as she jogs between buildings and empty houses. The trick is to run and never slow down. She learned it the hard way, losing loved ones and allies to the enemy. Yet, she loves it. Moving, running, flying across the streets makes her feel alive.

As she puts distance between herself and those broken winders, she tries to remember the name of her current haunt. It once was a wealthy town, yet there’s nothing beyond dead cars and equally dead humans… and the enemy.

The world, as her parents knew it is dead. And, humanity along with it. Those bands of humans still alive are almosts as dangerous as the enemy. They gang upon the weaker, use them as bait. Sometimes as food. She has never stopped long enough for either to catch her, but today she’ll say her prayers and hope that what ever gods is out there, will listen.

It’s time to find food again