Alex's Story Book

Title: Trust Me
Fandom: Doctor Who
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the July
drabble Challenge
Summary: Sometimes things are not what they appear.

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TRUST ME


“That’s not the TARDIS!” Amy Pond shouted as they approached the shiny little camper.

“But we’re in America now,” the Doctor said. “They don’t travel around in blue Police boxes! They like something shinier, more snazzy!” He was wiggly with excitement as only this Doctor could be.

“Looks more like a sardine tin to me,” Rory chimed in.

The Doctor looked exasperated for a minute, then said, “Go on in with you! You’ll see!”

Slowly they opened the door and stepped inside…

The TARDIS! All bigger on the inside and everything.

“How?” Amy asked.

“Trust me, Amy. I’m the Doctor!”

Title: Endless Sands
Fandom: Real Person
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the June Drabble Challenge
Summary: Things are not always what they seem.

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ENDLESS SANDS


“That’s a lot of sand, Vig. It’ll take forever to cross it.” Sean saw the sand spread endlessly before him.

“We’ll make it. We’re two pretty tough old guys.”

“You’re the tough old guy! Sand in my arsecrack don’t sound much fun to me.”

Viggo knew he was right. They both did things for one another. It was just what you did when you loved a person. But this time, it was different.

“Give me the glasses then.”

Sean removed the VR glasses and handed them to Viggo.

“All better?” Viggo asked.

Sean had the grace to blush.

Viggo laughed.

Title: The Road Less Traveled
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the February Drabble Challenge
Summary: Dean is full of surprises.

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THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED


“It’s just like the Frost poem. Which one should we take?” Dean asked Sam.

“The Frost poem? You know a poem?”

Dean recited,
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
I’m not a rube, you know.”

“Yes, you are. How do you know the poem?”

“I read it in a poetry book,” Dean said very quietly, almost whispering.

“What did you say?” Sam pressed.

“A poetry book! A book of poems! A damned poetry book! There! Are you satisfied?”

Sam howled with laughter. “God, yes!”

Title: Snowpocalypse!
Fandom: RPF
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the January Drabble Challenge
Summary: Viggo loves snow storms. Sean, not so much.

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SNOWPOCALYPSE!

He hates all the snow and ice but not me. I love it. We are stuck in the cabin, just the two of us, for days on end. We eat, we play cards and we snuggle.

And he whines. He needs to get back to work. He needs to call his agent. He needs cookies. He wants some cigarettes. Some beer.

I make soups from stuff in the cabinets and in the freezer. We play in the snow and drink cocoa.

Sometimes I call him a whiny little girl. And we wrestle, which ends well. Always.

Sean is the best!

Wherever you read this, that's where it is!

Title: The Sign
Fandom: RPS
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble for the December Drabble Challenge
Summary: Sean is hunting Viggo.

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THE SIGN

Sean knew that Viggo waited somewhere for him, but all the cabins looked so much alike.

Bloody Vig and his love of the woods! Why couldn’t they meet in some posh hotel with thick robes and five star room service? Instead they’d meet here in the middle of nowhere and freeze their arses off while they ate tough, gamy food that Vig had killed himself. Yuck!

The snow was getting deeper but the four-wheel-drive was working perfectly.

Where the hell was he?

They he saw it, one single red, glass ornament hung on a tree limb. It was worth everything!

Title: Coney Island Fun
Fandom: Avengers
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the November Drabble Challenge
Summary: Sam loves junk food.

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CONEY ISLAND FUN

“What you want to do first?” Steve asked Sam.

“Eat!”

“You’ll throw up on the rides, Sam,” Natasha said.

“Hey, I fly with electronic wings. Don’t you think I can ride a carnival ride without puking?”

She shrugged.

Sam ate cotton candy and a greasy hamburger, a coke and topped it off with a candies apple. An hour later, he was in the men’s room, leaving his lunch in the bowl. Natasha ate a small ice cream.

Steve and Bucky waited outside.

“Where’s Nat?” Sam asked when he came out.

Steve grinned. “Bathroom, sick like you.”

Sam howled with laughter.

Title: The Rain Still Fell
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the September Drabble Challenge
Summary: Kirk mourns.

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THE RAIN STILL FELL

The rain fell.

And fell.

He thought it was fit that the earth should cry as much as he had. His heart was as gray and cold as the sky. He held the umbrella in his hand, though the rain fell so hard that it did little to keep him dry.

“We should go now…”

“You’ll catch pneumonia…”

“You need to rest…”

He walked away, not saying a word. He’d always gone his own way, done his own thing. He wasn’t about to stop now. He owed Bones that much. Hell, he owed him everything.

And the rain still fell.

Title: Fishin’
Fandom: RPS
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 100 word Drabble
Note: For the June Drabble Challenge
Summary: Sean and Viggo spend a day at the beach,.

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FISHIN’

Sean fiddled with the beach blanket and smoked another cigarette. How long could this go on? He watched some kids playing in the sand down the beach a ways. He drank half a beer and opened a bag of chips. He ate very noisily but the sound was drowned out by the surf sounds. Finally, he could stand it no longer.

“Hey, Vig, you done yet? I’m getting kinda bored here.”

Viggo turned around and smiled one of those smiles you saw people give to mental patients or very small children. “Oh Sean, can’t you see that I’m busy fishing?”