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[nny]

Processing Milliways apps.

Been doing this Aaaaaaages.

My wrist hurts.

I'm hungry.

BUT I WILL NOT GIVE IN!

So, I guilt you into giving me drabbles.

Please?

*big eyes*

Comments

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

You processed mine.

So what sort of drabble would you like? :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I don't know. Something from milliways. *grins*

[fire-and-a-rose.livejournal.com]

Guardian Dear

Angel of God
my guardian dear,
to whom God's love commits me here;
ever this day be at my side,
to light and guard,
to rule and guide.
Amen
-Child’s prayer

She’s crying out by the lake.

It’s not because of a fight with Bernard, or Dora, or her siblings, or because she’s hurt.

As near as Aziraphael has been able to determine, a child at her school had made fun of her family. Nymphadora wouldn’t tell him what the exact words were, only, with her jaw tight, that it was a good thing Bernard couldn’t go talk to the child and her family personally.

Crowley, he suspects, is, though, and he can’t quite feel upset about that.

But the Mug is crying by the lake, and that’s really where his attention is now, as he approaches and, after standing next to her for a moment, sits and pulls her into his lap and arms. She’s almost too big for this.

But not quite.

She tries to pull away, but his arms are tight about her, and after another moment, Sunny collapses against his chest, sobbing, and wanting to know why her family isn’t good enough.

And the answer she’s given, when she’s quieted enough to hear it, is that her family is better than any other he’s yet to meet, and he is honoured to be part of it.

And angels know things, and don’t lie, so she sniffles, a bit, and nods, and curls more against him.

And Aziraphael rocks her, silently, and watches the water.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I love you.

*hugs TIGHT*

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

You are amazing.

So much love.

Part 1 of 2

[campkilkare]

His name was Ezra Corvus Blaire, and while he was never, officially, a Browncoat (for he dressed all in black, all the time, and refused to ally himself to any particular government) he was, unofficially, the third-biggest pain in the ass of the Alliance government during the unification wars.

He blew up the troop transport Abbeville, and the Alliance prison on Balthazar, and in one memorable escapade, a planetary governor's toilet. He designed bombs that could be built by even the most impoverished local militia with whatever they had on hand, and he escaped from seventeen prisons on six planets before they finally brought him down.

He had horrible flame-red hair that should've made him an enormous target for every Alliance operative, yet he slipped through blockade after blockade, search net after search net, until finally he was brought to ground on Kery and imprisoned. Without soap, bedding, or any food other than protein sludge, by special order.

They knew what he could do by then. And it wasn't meant to be a very long imprisonment, anyway. Kery barely had electrical power (not since Ezra got through with the generator, anyway) but they still had ropes.

Part 2 of 3 actually

[campkilkare]

"Been a long gorram time since a government hung anybody, you know," the guard said peaceably, as the sky outside the window gradually faded into the purpley-green bruise that passed for sunrise on Kery.

"Yeah," said the slim-redhead on the bare bench on the other side of the bars. "I hear tell they used to give ya a cigarette before. Whaddya say, tongzhi?"

The guard snorted. "Yeah, you bet. You know, I hear tell if they get the rope wrong you die slow, by strangulating, instead of quick, with a snapped neck." He took out a cigarette and smoked it, cheerfully.

"Yeah? Huh." A beat. "Last meal, huh? You heard of that one, right?"

"You got a nice bowl of goop right there you hardly touch, don't you?"

"Aw, come on--"

"Weren't you the boy who blew up the training camp on Jeremiad with a bowl of turkey dripping and three copper coins? You're humped this time, xiao pengyou, and don't think we're going to screw it up by letting you send us all to the special hell with an after dinner mint."

"Yeah. Stupid idea anyway," Ezra said. "Nothing left but I get kneebound before the hemp fandago, right? Call in the Shepherd and then lemme swing."

The guard's glare was slow and cold and stupid as a frozen lizard.

"For Buddha's sake, I can't blow up a prison with a fuckin' Shepherd!"

"You hear stories. But yeah, all right."

Part 3 of 3 actually

[campkilkare]

Fifteen minutes later, the Shepherd was there. After a long, studying look from the guard--the Shepherd was blond, and slight, and clearly gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide--he was left alone with the penitent. Then a long silence reigned, broken, finally, by the Shepherd.

"You know, of all the descendants in my charge, you are, without a doubt, the--twelfth most troublesome to look out for. If your great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather could see you now, he'd probably... be very proud of you, probably, but that's beside the point. You've really gotten yourself into a mess this time, Ezra."

"Oh, don't be that way, tianshi. It was so gorram fun."

The Shepherd winced, slightly. "Be that as it may, we've exhausted our resources. My...opposite number has pulled all the strings he has, and several I think he invented just for the occasion, and there's nothing we can do."

"You can't let me swing! It was--they were rutting good deeds, practically! Fighting an evil empire! Isn't that right in your corner?"

"Only from, you know, a certain point of view, Ezra. There's considerable--disagreement, Above, whether the Alliance is a force of Order and therefore Good, or a force of Tyranny and therefore Evil."

"Your 'opposite number' works for them. That's gotta be worth something"

"He works with them. And if you don't think he works with the Browncoats, too, I'm afraid you haven't learned anything we've tried to teach you."

"You're my bloody guardian angel--do you honestly mean to say you can't get me out of this?"

"There's only so much one tianshi can do, Ezra. And you're not the only one in my charge, you know--after twenty-five generations, there's practically enough of you for a planet populated entirely by anarchists and nonconformists. And all of this is off the record, besides my actual job."

"If we're such a pain in your gorram ass, why do you even bother, then?"

Another wince, and a slight smile. "Oh, because she'd never serve me again if I gave up on you, and there's so many wines that were otherwise lost with Earth-that-was. And, you know, family."

A long, blank stare. "You know, tianshi, sometimes I have no rutting idea what you're talking about."

"No. I suppose not." A sigh. "Ezra, if I were to 'spring' you, as they say, would you give me your solemn word to stay out of trouble from here out?"

"No."

"No?"

"Well, I'd hate to lie to you, tianshi, but if you insist..." He grins diabolically at the Shepherd's weary expression. "What can I say, tianshi? Wo jiu shi yi ge fawai de, baobei."

Wo jiu shi yi ge fawai de, baobei.

I'm just an outlaw, baby.

The Shepherd sighed, and took out a pack of chewing gum. He took a stick out, unwrapped it, and chewed thoughtfully. Then he cautiously slid the remaining pack through the bars.

"Guard? We're finished here. A sad case. Unrepentant to the last." Just outside the door of the prison, the Shepherd paused and with great distaste removed a used peice of chewing gum from his mouth and dropped it fastidiously into the trash. "Terribly sorry. Doesn't really agree with me."

From behind them, there was an explosion.

Re: Part 3 of 3 actually

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

I think I love you. Come with me to Gretna Green.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Beautiful.

[flyakate]

How about this? It's a bit longer than a drabble.

Tea Time

Enjoy!

[ashen_key]

Sent of Morgan's again...

I'll see what I can do for you, my Nny.

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[minkhollow]

...
...wow.
You win at everything. That was AMAZING.

Re: Part 3 of 3 actually

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

You win the 'verse. SO MANY TIMES.

Re: Part 3 of 3 actually

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

....You utter, utter, sodding GENIUS.

You have officially made my day, my week, possibly my month.

Thank you SO MUCH.

Re: Part 3 of 3 actually

[campkilkare]

*blushes*

I couldn't remember if you'd seen Firefly yet or not, but after I looked it over I felt like there wasn't anything there you couldn't pick up from context.

--John

Re: Part 3 of 3 actually

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*cackles*

You are brilliant. That's going into the Definitely Kind Of Canon box.

[bloodrebel333.livejournal.com]

Will try writing one later. Now you'll just get the latest one. (http://www.livejournal.com/users/bloodrebel333/87063.html)