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[nny]

I'm gonna whine in public. Hell, why not? Today is a day of all smiteage.

I have period pain in my abdomen and lower back, I have a flare-up of IBS which means nausea and stomach pains and bloating, and I have some kind of flu thing which is causing swollen glands, temperature, headache, coughing and sneezing, and general aches and pains.

I'm an enormous ball of yick.

Drabbles would make me feel better, though...

Please?

Comments

[florahart]

What sort of drabbles would you like?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Anything at all.

Especially if it involves Charlie. :D

[florahart]

http://florahart.livejournal.com/383434.html

It got long, so I'm calling it a ficlet. Heh. Hope it at least momentarily distracts.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

I will drabble for your entertainment! Prompty?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Um... um... Good Omens. And... um... stained glass.

[maggiebloome.livejournal.com]

It was a small, out of the way church, practically in a back alley really - Aziraphale was surprised they could even afford stained glass windows.

"No, really, angel," Crowley smirked. "I know it doesn't look like much, but those windows are absolutely... divine," and was it Aziraphale's imagination, that mishievous look in the demon's eye?

"All right then." Aziraphale said, entering the church. "I must admit, my dear, I never new you had a taste for such... things..." he trailed off.

It was, indeed, a stained glass window. It was depicting, like many such windows, an angel. However, it was possibly the only window in the world that showed a demon's arms wrapped around said angel from behind, and the demon's teeth attached to the angel's ear.

"Goodness, Crowley!" Aziraphale blushed, much like his stained-glass counterpart. "It's... certainly very lifelike."

Crowley looked entirely too smug. "Told you."

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow at the demon. "But just wait until you see that statue in the museum basement..."

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

"But I don't want to be head of Oncology," Wilson said. "It's all...paperwork. There's no patient contact. It's..." he shuddered. "administrative."

"Suck it up, wunderkind," Cuddy retorted, looking put out by the remark regarding administration. "You're qualified and it's good PR for the hospital. Youngest Head of Oncology in fifty years. HOUSE!"

"WHAT?" called a voice from the office next door. Cuddy leaned over the wall separating the Diagnostics office balcony from the Oncology office balcony.

"Get off your ass and come meet your new neighbor," she said. A scruffy, lanky man appeared on the balcony. Wilson swallowed.

"Dr. House, Dr. Wilson," Cuddy said. House offered his hand sulkily. Wilson found himself staring at his mouth.

"Do you always go low-cut for new Department Heads?" House asked her casually.

"Nice. He's new, don't eat him alive."

"He's young. Wouldn't make more than a mouthful."

Wilson had the sudden and distinct sensation he was being leered at. By...very vivid blue eyes.

"If you don't mind blues, shouting, weeping interns, and having your desk raided on a semi-regular basis, we'll get along fine," House continued.

"I'm sure it'll be a pleasure to work with you," Wilson replied faintly. "Dr. Cuddy, I think I'm convinced."

"...you are?" she asked, incredulous.

"It's a really...nice...office," Wilson said. House leaned across the partition and whispered somethiing in his ear. Cuddy spend weeks trying to figure out what it was before giving up.

"Your office isn't too bad either."

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

*giggling*

[unravels.livejournal.com]

Any other particular requests? :D