| *Challenge # 151: Author's Choice* |
[Mar. 11th, 2010|08:14 am] |
Title: The Messenger
A/N: Unbeta'd, Since it's Author's Choice, I am going with Crackfic
Condoms: Liberty Diner
As they enter the loft, Brian complains, “Christ, Justin. And all over my new outfit.” Brian surveys the damage, surprised to find his slacks devoid of evidence from Justin’s coffee-fiasco on the way from Jen and Tuck’s.
"In my defense,” Justin states rationally, “We were almost hit by a semi."
They head towards the steps together and stop short. Justin’s staring speechless, and Brian’s pinching the bridge of his nose.
There’s a bright white light glowing above the bed… and…
A fully clothed man lounging under it...
So Brian asks the obvious, “Vic, what the hell are you doing here?" |
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| *drabbles* |
[Mar. 11th, 2010|11:28 pm] |
Title: Bare
Author: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pendulumchanges
Author's Note: Huge thanks to secretsolitaire for her incredible betaing skills! Bunny said, "I'd love to see one drabble from everyone in fandom this week." Therefore, I drabbled :)
WARNING: angst, angst, angst, violence/abuse
And the condom goes to... Babylon *thumpa thumpa*
Feedback: is ♥
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Brian limps down the sidewalk, biting his lip against the pain in his ankle. A bruise is starting to color the side of his jaw and swelling has already forced one eye nearly closed. His toes feel stiff and numb; he didn't even put on sneakers before he ran out of the house. The cold night air chills the bare skin of his arms and burns his dripping nose. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand as he slowly climbs up the front steps. He doesn’t want to be crying when Deb opens the door this time. |
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