Untitled [Star Trek XI; girl!McCoy & Kirk; G]

Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Characters: girl!McCoy/Kirk
Written for storydivagirl 's 2009 fandom_stocking

"Elizabeth Lenora McCoy! Get your ass out here before I come in there for you!"

The CMO of the Enterprise, more commonly known as Bones, winced from her seat in her office, where she was barricaded behind a mountain of PADDs. There were exactly two people on the ship who could get away with using her full name. The voice shouting was distinctly male, so clearly it was not her best friend and head nurse, Christine Chapel.

With a sigh, she rose and calmly made her way into the main area of Sickbay, affixing a scowl firmly on her face.

"Captain James Tiberius Kirk. And just what did I do to deserve the honor of you screaming like a banshee in my Sickbay?"

Undeterred, the captain of the flagship of the Federation grinned broadly at her and continued bouncing on the balls of his feet, like a small child on Christmas.

"Come one, Bones, you've got to see this!" he said grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the door.

McCoy threw a pleading look over her shoulder, but none of her nurses seemed willing to come to her rescue.

She allowed herself to be led to the lift, where Kirk manually inputted the destination rather than using the normal voice-activated computer. Then he began whistling - off-key, as he always did when he was inordinately proud of himself. McCoy rolled her eyes and huffed but did not comment; it would only encourage him.

"Computer, halt lift," Kirk suddenly ordered. Before she could question him, she felt a soft piece of cloth slip around her face as a blindfold.

"What-?"

"Shhh," he ordered, his breath warm on her ear. "Computer, resume."

She felt the lift move under her again but the blackness was beginning to close in on her. It took all of her self-control not to claw the blindfold off, and just when she thought she couldn't stand it any more, the familiar weight of Kirk's hand on her shoulder steadied her.

She felt herself being gently led off the lift and then she felt the blindfold slacken. She blinked several times, but the scene before her didn't change.

They were in the observation deck, she was sure, but it had been transformed into a moonlit glade. In one corner was a candle-lit dinner, table and chairs cleverly disguised as tree stumps. Trees and Spanish moss were everywhere, and the faint sounds of crickets and frogs was overlaid by softly playing music.

She turned to Kirk, who was standing with an uncharacteristically shy expression on his boyish face.

"Jim?"

"Do you like it, Len?"

"You know I do, but - but - why?"

He kissed her softly, and led her over to the table. "Since I can't take you home, I thought I'd bring some home to you. Happy anniversary, love."

Untitled [PotC/Highlander; Methos & James; G]

Fandom: PotC/Highlander Crossover
Characters: Norrington, Methos
Written for noveltea 's 2009 fandom_stocking

"It's not what you expected, is it?"

The man being addressed looked up quickly and tensed, one hand straying towards the inside of his coat.

The speaker held up his hands placatingly, in the universal gesture of "I mean you no harm," and seated himself on the rock beside the first man.

"No, it is not," the first man agreed, returning his gaze over the choppy grey ocean. "I knew some people, once, who were willing to give everything they had for immortality. If they only knew." He shook his head. "Bloody pirates."

The first speaker quirked a half smile and considered his companion. "Royal Navy?" he hazarded. The accent was definitely British, and there was an underlying trace that positively screamed 17th or 18th century.

The other man nodded, and his gaze became even more distant. "Spent most of that life chasing down pirates. And other things you couldn't possibly imagine." He shuttered, dark memories surfacing.

"Oh I don't know about that. I've got a pretty good imagination. I'm Adam, by the way."

The other man considered the outstretched hand carefully for a moment before shaking it.

"James. So tell me, Adam, have you ever heard of Jack Sparrow?"

The One [Babylon 5; Delenn & John & Jeff; G]

Fandom: Babylon 5
Characters: Sinclair/Sheridan/Delenn (sorta)
Warning: A wee bit cracky; spoilers for War Without End (both parts)
Written for azarsuerte 's 2009 fandom_stocking

They hung in a timeless void. Part of her mind shrieked at the lack of breathable gases, but as soon as the thought registered, it was muffled, blanketed by a soft fog so as not to disturb her.

"I was," said the man to her right. (But how can sound travel in a void? the traitorous part of her mind asked. Again she felt the soft, enveloping fog. Never mind, it didn't matter.)

"I am," she replied.

"I shall be," concluded the man to her left.

She smiled as they joined hands, forming a circle of One-ness. For the first time she was complete. For the first time she was whole.

Yes, the man on her right agreed gravely, and she realized their thoughts were now (had always been? Would ever be?) joined.

? . . . ! She felt the confusion from the man on her left, and then acceptance and surprise. Then the warm laughter, warm like caramel (caramel? Ah, an Earth confection) resonated through her being.

I feel I should apologize, Delenn. A lady of your stature deserves better than to be stuck with two old soldiers like us.

Am I not, too, a soldier, in my own way, Jeffrey?

Stronger than either of us, Jeff, that's for sure.

They all smiled and reveled in their One-ness. Then she felt a faint tugging.

We must return, John, she said sadly. They would not be complete again for a very long time.

She let go of the man on her right, but clung to the one on her left.

"We will miss you, Jeff. We're not complete without you."

"I know. But it must be. I am the past. You two are the present and future."

"And in the void of the stars, where time has no meaning, we are One forever," she said confidently.

They hung there in the void, two-and-one-but-still-One, and all was well.

Untitled [XFiles/Highlander; Scully & Mulder; G]

Fandom: X Files/Highlander crossover
Characters: Scully, Mulder, unnamed former-Immortal
Written for debc 's 2009 fandom_stocking

"Dammit, Mulder," she said as she slammed the folders down on the desk, "these autopsy results make no sense!"

He looked up at her over his glasses with a lazy smirk, which only infuriated her further. She glared at him, but he merely raised one eyebrow and continued to hold her gaze calmly.

With an annoyed huff, she blew an errant piece of hair out of her face and began pacing the small hotel room.

"I know we have seen a lot of strange things together, Mulder, some of which even I am hard-pressed to find an explanation for. I'm even willing to concede that there might - might, mind you - be things out there that our current science cannot explain. However, even I can come up with no reason why I should have found no less than five mutually exclusive causes of death for this John Doe."

The chair which Mulder had habitually tilted back suddenly came forward with a thud.

"What?" he choked out. "Scully, the body was found decapitated. Are you telling me that beheading wasn't the cause of death? It occurred post-mortem?"

Now it was her turn to smirk. "Oh, it very well may have been the cause of death. This time."

"This . . . time . . .?"

"In addition to the beheading - which was certainly done while the John Doe was still alive - this man was shot in the heart at two separate times, took some kind of blade wound to the stomach, and had enough scarring in his lungs to inhibit their function by nearly 80%. Mulder, there is no possible way this man should have been alive to be beheaded."

"This may seem like a nit-picky question, but how do you know he was shot in the heart two separate times? Why not a double-tap?"

Scully pulled two small vials out of her coat pocket and held them up. "Because two different bullets were still in him! I'm no ballistics expert, but even I can tell that one of these," she tossed one of the vials to Mulder, "is probably a musket ball."

Mulder held the vial up to the light, fascinated. It was, as his partner said, a musket ball. Or a reproduction of one.

"We need to get these over to a lab so they can tell us if this thing is modern or 18th century," he said in awe.

"What? You think that in addition to being hard to kill, he's over 200 years old?"

Mulder grinned in the way that always made Scully stomach flip-flop. "Why not?" he asked. "That might explain a lot."

Scully shook her head, but didn't say anything. At least this time her partner was willing to wait for scientific evidence before coming to one of his outlandish conclusions. It wasn't much, but it was a start. Maybe she would be a good influence on him yet.

Understanding [Harry Potter; Harry & Draco; G]

Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Draco
Words: 100 (a proper drabble!)
Written for nomdeploom 's 2009 fandom_stocking

Green eyes met grey from across the room, each tinged with weary understanding.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy might have long time rivals, bitter enemies and on opposite sides of nearly every issue under the sun.

But there was one thing that they found they could always agree upon - girls went mad when the words "formal dance" were mentioned.

Harry crossed his eyes at Draco, and Draco rolled his in agreement. Then they each turned back to their respective girlfriends and continued nodding in all the right places, as the ladies went on and on about the upcoming event.

Untitled [X-Men; Logan & Rogue; PG-13]

Fandom: X-Men (movie-verse)
Characters: Logan/Rogue
Warnings: Spoilers for X3, language
Written for queenmidalah 's 2009 fandom_stocking

"Shouldn't you be tellin' me to stay or something?"

The question hung in the air and Logan looked at the scared chocolate eyes in front of him.

"I ain't your father, darlin'." Dear lord, no he wasn't. "Just tell me you're doin' this for yourself and not for some boy." Drake. He wasn't blind, he'd seen the two kids dancing around each other. In a way, he was glad; she needed to get over him, be with someone her own age. Not a washed up, mean as hell cage fighter who was old enough to be her father. Or grandfather.

She dropped her eyes and refused to meet his again, telling him he had hit it spot on.

"Dammit, Marie," he growled and held out a hand to her. She flinched and for a moment he thought she was going to bolt. "C'mere, kid."

Hesitantly, she took his hand and he pulled her into a bear hug, ignoring the stares they were getting from the others passing through the entry-way. She stiffened in his arms, telling him just how infrequently anyone had hugged her since she had been in the school. Fuckin' hell. What the fuck did Scott think he was doing with this girl?

Rogue's face was safely buried in his shirt and the hitching breath and the growing wetness on his chest gave away her attempts to silence her tears. Logan gave a purely internal sigh. Crying females were not something he dealt with by choice. Hell, he usually ran away long before it got to that point. He didn't do this touchy-feely crap.

But this was his Marie and he couldn't let her make a life-altering decision without talking it through first. He was a bastard, but not that much of a bastard. Especially not when it came to Marie. It always came back to her, didn't it? His mind shied away from just how much his world had come to revolve around the girl (woman? Again, his mind skittered away from the implications) in his arms.

He sighed again, this time audibly. "Come with me," he said, and gently guided her by the shoulders towards the stairs and the safety (safe? For whom?) of his room.

Games [Harry Potter; Remus & Narcissa; G]

Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Remus, Narcissa
Written for gate_ship 's 2009 fandom_stocking

It was a game they played, whenever they met in public. She would be snippy and haughty, he would be coolly polite, and both pairs of eyes would dance at the absurdity of it all.

It was a game they had been playing ever since they met at Hogwarts. She had been a disgruntled third year, sick of trying to live up to the reputations of her older sisters. He had been a lost little firstie. Together they had found a common purpose in evading Filch and Mrs. Norris.

It was a game they played, a game to which only they knew the rules. She had come up with the unspoken signals, the double entendres, the subtle clues they used to convey the real meaning of their conversations. He had come up with a way to keep score, them against the world. Neither was sure who was winning at this point.

It was a game they would continue to play until justice was done and the oppressors found themselves in Azkaban, laws were changed, and equality was more than a nice idea. She, one of the most innovative healers to appear in the last century, was trapped in a loveless political marriage, condemned to prescribing nothing more potent than afternoon tea. He, who had the potential to be a dueling champion and had a true gift of teaching, was sentenced to menial labor for the crime of being in the wrong place at the wrong time as a child.

It was a game they played and that game kept them both sane.

Twisted [Harry Potter; Harry, Hermione & Others; G]

Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry, Hermione, others mentioned
Written for infiniteviking 's 2009 fandom_stocking

Harry bit his lip to keep from laughing and fought valiantly to keep the corners of his mouth from twitching, but he was unable to keep his bright green eyes from dancing madly.

"Harry James Potter, stop that this instant and help us out of this mess!"

The reprimand would have been more effective if the speaker hadn't been bent into a position that a contortionist would have been proud of, and each limb hadn't been a different color. Not being tangled up with a large portion of the residents of Gryffindor tower might have also helped.

"But Hermione," Harry replied with feigned innocence, "you're the one who wanted to play twister. How was I to know that the wizarding version actually turned your hands and feet the colors of the dots?"

Hermione sighed as best she could from under Fred's armpit. "Just find the box and see if there are any instructions for how to undo the enchantment on the board, please?"

Belonging [Harry Potter; Remus & Minerva; G]

Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Lupin, McGonagall
Written for tree_and_leaf 's 2009 fandom_stocking

It was the quiet time between Christmas and New Years, the few students remaining in the castle were firmly ensconced in their common rooms and the entire staff had breathed a collective sigh of relief.

Remus had taken his marking to the staffroom, needing to get work done but no longer able to stand the confines of his rooms. He got halfway through his stack before the sound of the door opening made him blink and look up.

"Diligent as ever, I see," a familiar Scottish brogue commented, and Remus turned to smile at his former Head of House.

"How are you finding your first term of teaching?" she asked, taking the seat next to him.

"Quite well, Professor," he responded with a smile.

McGonagall made a tsk-ing sound. "Nah, Remus, we're colleague now. You must call me Minerva."

"I'll try, Pr-Minerva."

"There you go, lad. But I do understand," she said conspiratorially, "it took me over a decade before I could call Albus by his name. So tell me about your term," she requested in a more normal tone.

Remus smiled and complied, basking in the sense of warmth and belonging.

Parental Responsibilities [FFX; Auron; G]

Fandom: FFX
Characters: Auron-centric
Written for stunt_muppet 's 2009 fandom_stocking

Never a father, but a parent to two teenagers.

The grim-faced guardian shook his head in mild disbelief as he watched the rest of the group make their way down the road, away from the banks of the Moonflow towards the stately trees of Guadosalam.

No, make that three teenagers, he silently amended as bubbling laughter drifted back from the newest guardian. He chuckled quietly to himself. This close to Guadosalam there would be few fiends about, so he let the children have their fun. There would be little enough time for it later.

"Something amusing, Sir Auron?" The black mage had fallen into step with him and was now regarding him with faint curiosity.

"Merely pondering how I seem to have acquired three children. Quite the feat for a former monk."

Lulu smiled faintly and kept walking with him in a companionable silence. He valued her presence on the journey for that reason alone. Khimari was the only other one to not have the need to fill every waking moment with sound.

He returned to his study of the teenagers ahead, while still keeping a wary eye on the bushes on the side of the road. It would not do to be surprised.

Yuna was Braska's daughter and every word, deed and intention proclaimed it. Oh, she inherited more than one green eye from Corrine; Yuna possessed an intuitive understanding of people that Braska never did, as well as an occasional flash of spontaneity and independent thought. He would need to foster that in the coming weeks. But the steely-eyed, relentless drive and unwavering faith? That was Braska all over again.

Tidus was Jecht's son, without a doubt. The boy possessed the same impulsiveness as his father, and occasionally, the same arrogance. Both were tempered somewhat in the son in a way they had not been in the father; Auron would like to think he had something to do with that. After all, he had spent the greater part of the last decade rearing the boy.

But Rikku - there was a child he would be proud to claim for his own. He had only met her father once, when he had accompanied Braska and Corrine. But the girl exhibited as much bravery and determination as he could ever wish for. Her unflagging good spirits lifted them all, even though he made a show of rolling his eyes at her teasing.

In truth, in the short time she had been with them, Rikku had become the second most important person on the Pilgrimage. Tidus still had no idea what was in store for Yuna, and Auron was inclined to keep it that way for the time being. But Rikku - one look in those swirling green eyes had told him she knew exactly what was going on and that she wasn't going to take it lying down.

He was counting on it. No one else stood a chance of swaying Yuna from prescribed course of self-sacrifice. He only hoped the Al-Bhed girl was up to the task.

Another wave of laughter came floating back, followed by Rikku herself, showing off some prize she had unearthed. Auron suppressed a smile. Of course she would be strong enough; he wouldn't have claimed her as his own, otherwise.

Untitled [PotC; James, Jack, Will, Elizabeth; G]

Fandom: PotC
Characters: Elizabeth, James, Will, Jack
Warning: highly AU because I wanted all 4 of them at once :)
Written for penknife 's 2009 fandom_stocking

"D'you ever miss it?"

James's voice floated across the rooftop. He was stretched out in a hammock, while Elizabeth and Will lounged on a pile of pillows they had brought up from the parlor, to the horror of the housekeeper. Jack flitted between the two and was in charge of replenishing the drinks from the liquor cabinet below.

The usual rivalries and fighting had been suspended in deference to the spirit of the season and the four had decided to spend Christmas at James's large house, because when you got right down to it, they were all bonded closer than family and really, who else would they want to spend a day of good cheer with?

"Miss what?" Elizabeth asked sleepily. The day was fine and they had retired to the roof after a large luncheon.

"Christmas in jolly ol' England, snow everywhere, the smell of pine trees and a crackling fire."

"Mm, not any more. I did the first few years after we came here, but I think I was missing mother more than anything."

"I don't," Will said definitively. "The snow was pretty at first, but mum wouldn't ever let me go out and play in it, especially not at Christmas."

"Well, I don't know about England, but I remember one Christmas in Philadelphia. . ." Jack began.

James rolled his eyes at the amusing-but-certainly-embellished tale that the pirate told, but then he lay back in the hammock and smiled. This, certainly, was what Christmas was supposed to be about.

Stubborn [Star Trek XI; girl!Spock & Chris Pike; PG]

Fandom: Star Trek Reboot
Characters: girl!Spock/Pike
Written for medie 's 2009 fandom_stocking

The sound of swearing floated in from the other room, and Spock resisted the urge to sigh. To do so would be illogical, of course, as it would change nothing, but it was in times like these that she finally understood her mother's predilection for the act. Instead, she set aside the PADD she was reading and proceeded through the open door.

"You do realize," she said as she entered, "that the energy you spend on invectives could more constructively be spent on completing the exercises that the doctor has set forth for you?"

The man in question said nothing but continued to attempt to unbuckle the weights that were attached to his ankles.

Spock again resisted the urge to sigh and knelt down on the floor. She laid her hand over his fumbling ones.

"Chris, stop," she commanded gently, and deftly undid the weights.

Chris Pike breathed a sigh of relief and looked down fondly at the woman sitting in front of him. He cupped a hand on her cheek. "Thank you, love."

"If you would allow me to help you, as Doctor Jones suggested, your progress would be 21% faster," replied Spock, but even as she reprimanded him, she took his other hand in her own.

Chris sighed. "I know, I know. But I need to do this myself, so that I don't feel quite so . . . impotent."

Spock raised one eyebrow. "Have I ever given you any indication that your sexual performance is less than satisfactory?"

"You know very well what I mean," he scowled through his blush.

"I believe a reminder is in order," Spock said as she rose. Her eyes seemed to grow bright, with what might be called (in anyone else) mirth, and she led her husband towards their bedroom.

Leap of Faith [NCIS/Buffy; Abby, Ducky, Faith & Gibbs; G]

Fandom: Buffy/NCIS xover
Characters: Abby, Faith, Ducky, Gibbs
Written for shogunsquirrel 's 2009 fandom_stocking

( Leap of Faith )