DRABBLES
MISCELLANEOUS FANDOMS
Crash/Burn (1)
“Bad”
“Scripted”
MDA (2)
“Giddy”
“Starting
Again”
Mona Lisa Smile (2)
“Painting by
Numbers”
“Second
Choice”
Stage Door (2)
“Calla Lillies”
“Henry,
Henrietta”
CRASH/BURN
Bad
(Brian)
He'd tried being good. He was nice to his teachers, and his nanna.
He ate Brussels sprouts.
He'd been really good for days on end. It hadn't made any difference. Dad
hadn't come back.
So he was going to try something different.
He was going to be bad. He would . . . tease kids at school, and not do his
homework, and walk through the house in muddy shoes. Really bad.
It had always been Mum who'd punished him, but if he was bad enough - really, really
bad - maybe Daddy would come back.
Maybe things would be normal again.
Scripted
(Fox/Wolf)
They agreed because the producers insisted that human cubs would
love to watch them. They agreed because Fox was offered a free makeover and a
designer-decorated apartment of his own. They agreed because it was a chance to
legitimately chase Rabbit over hill and down dale day after day. And who knew,
said Fox, but that they might just - accidentally - catch him.
So they agreed to the scripts, and they agreed to keep quiet.
That night, when the cameras were gone and the cubs were asleep,
Wolf gathered Fox up in his arms and muttered, 'Do you think they'll notice?'
MDA
(Medical Defence Australia)
Giddy
(crossover with The West Wing; Ella/Abbey)
Ella was late to the keynote address. Thoracic wasn’t her area, but she still
wanted to be there. This presenter was
rumoured to be a brilliant public speaker, which
wasn’t surprising, given the company she kept.
As Ella listened, she noticed the speaker. Really noticed her. The strength in her gaze,
the gentleness of her voice. Eyes that seemed to pin you in your seat.
When Ella was introduced to her, she felt like a giddy schoolgirl.
A bottle of shiraz and a discussion of
med-neg later, and she was still like a girl with a crush.
She didn’t care.
Starting Again
(Caitlin King/Claudia Monserrat)
Caitlin King had a place in the Readers’ Course and a desk in the
corner of Claudia Monserrat’s chambers. And there was a place in Claudia’s bed for
the taking.
Some nights she ached for Claudia.
But going to the Bar was a whole new beginning; a new reputation to
build on the ashes of her old one.
Caitlin didn’t want to be a woman who slept her way to the Bar.
The question was whether she could keep Claudia’s interest while
she established herself. She had many
opportunities open to her: she didn’t want to lose any of them.
MONA LISA SMILE
Painting by
Numbers
(Nancy Abbey)
When Katherine left Wellesley, Nancy found two boxes beneath the
bed. Paint-By-Numbers, they were
called. Ingenious, with little plastic
pots of paint, and their canvas already labelled. It even included a paintbrush.
She took to working on one – the prettier one, a Monet – while she
watched ‘Lucy’ and ‘Strike it Rich’ and ‘The
$64,000.00 Question.’ She worked
meticulously, always putting it out of sight when the girls were expected for
their homemaking classes.
This
was what she called art. Not paint
splotches like that odd Mr Pollack. She
decided she would frame it: it would match her new Davenport perfectly.
Second Choice
(Connie/various)
At the Spring Fling their Freshman year,
Connie knew that the boy Betty set her up with was the last of Spencer’s
friends left without a date.
The summer between Sophomore and Junior
years Connie and Giselle were inseparable, until Connie realised that it was Joan’s
name Giselle was calling.
When Joan said during the winter of Junior
year that she was ‘curious’, it was Connie she explored. That was, until Betty relented and took Joan
back.
So when Betty – married, self-assured Betty – said that Connie had
been Charlie’s second choice, what alternative did she have but to believe her?
Calla Lillies
(Jean/Kaye, Jean/Annie, Jean/Terry)
The funeral was quiet; too quiet for a girl who’d lit up Broadway
less than twelve months ago. Kaye’s
family came up from their home on the coast.
The girls from the Footlights Club arrived and departed in twos and
threes. Red-eyed and swathed in black,
they offered their sympathies.
At the graveside Annie sobbed for Kaye: bright and vivacious and
loving. And she waited for Jean to come
to her side, but Jean was clinging to Terry as though she’d never let go. Terry, shaking with grief and guilt, was
clinging right back.
Somehow Annie envied Kaye her oblivion.
Henry,
Henrietta
(Eve)
One simply couldn’t trust the male of the species. Of any species.
Henry the cat — her constant companion, the only male in her life
— had given birth to kittens. The ingrate.
Managers — now, they were supposedly male. They also were purported to exist, and no one
would trust them with a dime, let alone one’s career.
That lumberjack was male.
The one Judy had mocked for months and was now about to marry. Males couldn’t even be trusted to remain
objects of ridicule, and otherwise sensible women went and married them. Fools.
Thankfully, Eve had given up men long ago.