Drabble Thread

[Tarkus]

Hey, catmuffinz, here!

I usually have a lot of small plot bunnies, never any big enough to actually write a whole fic. Therefore, I'm making a little drabble thread for myself, which will feature little fics on any fandoms that I feel I can write about. I'm going to try to make it to 100 drabbles (emphasis on try). Some of the ones I will have coming up will be from fandoms like Lie to Me, Eleventh Hour, Reservoir Dogs, The Departed, Eastern Promises, Discworld, The Lost Boys, and well, anything that crosses my deranged little mind.

Feel free to request anything. If I'm familiar with the fandom, I'll try to write a drabble for it.

Anyway, universal disclaimer here: I do not own any of the fandoms or characters listed above or in any of my drabbles.

First off: two drabbles from Lie to Me (slight wetness warning for the second drabble)

1. Expressions

Ria Torres watched idly as her boss, Cal Lightman, scoped the spacious jail cell currently holding their suspect. The suspect was a soon-to-be prom queen accused of writing threatening letters to the runner-ups. She watched him watch (which was usually the case since he had signed her on to the Lightman Group as his apprentice of sorts) the suspect from behind the glass wall dividing them.

After getting the background info on the suspect, Sierra Benson, they walked quietly into the interrogation room. As they did so, Ria coughed and cleared her throat. Damn, she thought, this room reeks of designer perfume. The girl smelled as if she’d bathed in the stuff before coming in to be questioned. A movement flashed briefly out of the corner of Ria’s eye. She turned around, startled, and watched as Dr. Lightman’s head ducked quickly. She heard a quiet “n’kxxt” noise a moment later. She raised her eyebrows, amused. Did he just sneeze?, she thought, suddenly curious. Dr. Lightman didn’t seem like a stifling type of guy to her, she mused, although for the moment she decided to disregard the thought.

Ria sat down opposite the suspect and saw an odd expression flit quickly across Dr. Lightman’s features; too quickly, in fact for her to distinguish the facial expression. She frowned and cocked her head to one side. She hated it when she didn’t catch on to things the first time.

A minute or so later, he was starting the interview, but Ria was no longer listening. At least, not to the suspect. Dr. Lightman, on the other hand, had her full attention. She watched every facial expression, right down to all the little twitches she saw flickering across his nose; those were becoming more frequent.

The interview continued and Ria noticed her boss’s breathing was starting to hitch every ten seconds or so. That usually meant strong emotion, Ria thought, puzzled by this new development. Ria continued in her intense staring until the same odd expression she had seen earlier flashed back. What was it?, she wondered silently. Disgust, anger, maybe recognition?…

“huh… EKshih! heh-ESHOO, uht…CHISShoo, huh…huh…heht-KSSSH’UE ”

…or he needed to sneeze.

2. Amazement

Ria simply could not concentrate. On anything. No, it wasn’t because Loker was standing in the doorway telling her about the time a group of bullies tried to stuff him into a trashcan when he was a kid. No, it wasn’t because Foster was briefing her on one of their more boring cases, which she knew she should be paying attention to, but couldn’t. It was because every wall in the building she worked in was made of glass, which gave her a near-perfect view of what everyone was doing. Including Dr, Lightman.

She’d been watching him sneeze periodically for the last ten minutes. No one else seemed to be paying attention to him, although they, unlike her, were actually trying to get some work done. And it wasn’t like she wasn’t trying. It just seemed as though every time she started to concentrate on the video she was supposed to be analyzing, she would hear a muffled “Issshoo!” come from Dr. Lightman’s office, and then it was back to square one. Just then, she heard another “heht- CHISSH‘ue” echo down the hallway.

Really, Ria thought, this was just far too interesting to pass up. She then leaned back as casually as she could in her chair in order to get a better view. She watched as her mentor pulled several tissues out of the plastic box on his desk and blew his nose. He sniffled wetly and threw them over-hand into the wastebasket beside his desk. As this display was playing out, Ria hadn’t noticed Loker walk into the room.

“Hey, whatcha’ lookin’ at?” Loker asked, walking over to her chair to see what she was staring at.

Ria jumped in her seat and then felt the horrible certainty of being busted. She kept her back to him because she didn’t want Loker to read the emotions that were written all over face. Some of which being guilt, shame, and the one she truly didn’t want him to see… arousal. She bit her lip and swallowed her thoughts for the time being. “Uh, do you know what’s wrong with Dr. Lightman?” she asked and hoped her voice didn’t come out as too much of a squeak.

Loker looked at her quizzically for a long time, then over at Dr. Lightman’s office. “Oh, his allergies are really bothering him today. Gillian already told him to-”

“He has allergies?” Ria asked suddenly. Actually, not asked, more like blurted out.

Loker chuckled. “Yeah. If you think this is bad, you should see him during the summer. I bet Benadryl makes a fortune off him.” He looked over at Ria and stopped once he noticed her eyes. The pupils were dilated, which meant arousal or attraction. Ria knew he’d noticed and looked away quickly. Guilt. She bit down on her lip and asked him another question. “So… what’s he allergic to?” she asked, a little hesitantly.

Loker looked at her carefully. “Y’know, just normal stuff, like trees, weeds, grass; common allergens. It’s usually not that bad here in D.C but on days when the pollen count is high, like today, everyone’s sneezing and rubbing their eyes.”

They were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. Dr. Lightman’s head soon appeared in the doorway. He gave a congested sniffle and coughed. “Do either of you hab a box of tissues or sobethig? I used ub mide and Gilliad‘s.”

“Wow, you look like crap.” Loker said cheerily. He gave Loker a bleary stare, choosing to ignore him.

"What about you, T-Torres?" His breath was starting to hitch. Ria felt her muscles clench in anticipation. She dug her nails into the side of her leg to keep from moaning as she watched Dr. Lightman turn slightly away from them and bring his hands up to his face in preparation for the sneezes to come.

“Huh-ESHuh!, Eht-KSSSH, iht-CHISHoo, Eh-Ksshoo, h’ngkt, n’chh, Chih!” The last three sneezes had been stifled fairly effectively, although one look at his face told Ria he was gearing up for a grand finale.

“huh…heh….heh-heh” Dr. Lightman’s face had gone slack of any emotion; nothing except the impending sneeze. He had a hand halfway to his face; ready for the sneeze but it was undoubtedly stuck.

Ria knew what was happening and twisted the lamp on her desk around so that it shown directly on his face. She saw the split-second pupil dilation that comes from looking into a bright light right before he exploded.

“hah-t…HUH-ASSHOOO”

“Ugh…” Dr. Lightman sniffled, a wet, gurgling noise, and backed out of the doorway. Both Ria and Loker saw signs of embarrassment, but you didn’t need to be an expert at reading faces to see that. Dr. Lightman still hadn’t removed his hands from his nose and mouth.

“Woah”, Loker blinked, “guess you do need those tissues.”

Lightman gave Loker a look from over his steepled fingers that promised complete and utter death and left the room.

Before Loker left though, he looked over at Ria. He gave a half-smile after seeing the look on her face: complete amazement.

Well, that's it for now. Feedback is appreciated and requests are welcome! Please forgive any spelling or grammatical errors seeing as I'm writing this at three in the morning.

[LOSTfreak]

I love your drabbles! Lie to Me is one of my new favorite shows, so I was very excited when I saw this. Great job!

[W.I.N.]

Ooh, this one was fun!

I don't know the show (I don't get any channels at all, so all my TV watching happens on DVD), but I've heard of it and it sounds really good.

Keep it up!

~W.I.N.

[wishiwassneezy]

Loved it! Can't wait for more!

[dove]

Oh wow! What a great idea! And your drabbles are so cute, too!

...umm, do you mind if I sorta kinda steal this idea? I'm such a huge drabble fan, and this sounds like a lot of fun!

[Tarkus]

Sorry for the delay, guys! Exams have been kicking my ass lately so I haven't done as much writing as I'd have liked But Spring Break is finally here! Woohoo!

LOSTfreak: Thank you! Lie to Me is #1 on my favorite new shows list! Again, thanks for commenting!

whatsinaname: Thanks! It was fun to write it! Lie to Me really is an awesome show (and not just because Tim Roth is in it! ) As for keeping it up, I plan to!

wishiwassneezy: I'm glad you loved it! Thank you for the kind comments!

dove: Aww, thank you ! Your comments made me blush! As for the drabble idea, steal away!

I just wanted to make sure I thanked everyone for all the nice feedback *group hug*! I'll have a couple more drabbles up tomorrow!

[crazy_cat_girl]

Hey, catmuffinz!

I just wanted to add that I also loved your drabbles! I haven't been on in a while...computer troubles...but I was so happy to find some Lie To Me! I love that show! And your characters are all really in-character.

Poor Ria! Trying to cover up her sneeze-lust in an office full of people who could read it off her face! Awesome in your fic, but wouldn't it be terrible in real life? I would just die.

So anyways, this is great. I can't wait to see where you go with it.

Thank you!!!!

[Tarkus]

Sorry I'm so confusing! Yes, I would like to use your prompts

crazy_cat_girl: Yay! You know the wonderfulness that is Lie to Me! And, yea, I totally tortured poor Ria. She's my favorite character next to Dr. Lightman and I thought giving her the fetish would be fun to write.

Anyway, my first drabble is James Bond (the Daniel Craig one) and takes place somewhere around Casino Royale.

I'll post the second one in an hour or so.

#44 Tissue- M- Cold- Character: James Bond

“heh…heh…Huh-ASHOO!”

“Goodness, was that you Bond? I hadn‘t heard you come in until you did that. Really though, that was rather loud.”, M blinked, glancing up from her paperwork.

“I thought normal people said bless you.” Bond said offhandedly, rubbing his nose, which was a tender shade of pink.

“Well, I thought normal people took some Ny-Quil and went to bed if they had a cold. What they generally don’t do is go against my orders and complete a mission in the middle of a rainy, freezing Russia.” M said angrily, glaring directly at Bond, who sniffled in response.

“You know that mission was one of our t-top priorities a-and-”, he broke off, breath starting to hitch. He rocked forward a moment later and quickly pinched his nostrils closed.

“Heht-kngkt, hah-Ngkt, heh-Ixxst-choo” The last sneeze was only half-stifled, but it still managed to hurt. “Excuse be.” He sniffled thickly and pressed the back of his wrist to his nose.

M sighed and opened one of her desk drawers, pulling out a box of tissues decorated with a menagerie of colorful roses printed on the side. She tossed them over to him, and he caught them with an assassin’s quickness.

“Here, blow your nose and don’t stifle. You’ll burst a blood vessel in your brain if you keep that up. I wouldn’t want one of my 00 agents to have been killed by a sneeze.”, she admonished. M returned to her desk and started gathering up her things. She allowed herself a worried glance at Bond after she heard a soft, gurgling noise behind her. Bond had actually accepted her advice. He must really be sick, she thought, now concerned.

She turned around as was about to ask him to go and get some sleep but stopped after she saw his expression. He had taken a generous handful of tissues out of the box and M watched as his nose twitched with the impending sneezes.

"Hah- Esshoo! Heh...hih-Ischoo! Kssh'ue!"

"Bless y-"

"Hah- EKCHISSH'ue" M looked on sympathetically as Bond sneezed violently and grabbed more tissues.

"God bless you, Mr. Bond" She gave him a small smile, "I hate to seem like bad company, but I really must get home. Be sure and lock up my office when you decide to leave. I do hope you feel better." She gave him one last concerned look and left the office.

"Thank you." Bond said quietly.

I would post the second one but I have to go like right now.

Oh, one other question: Do my first two drabbles count?

Anway, feedback is welcome as always!

[Mewling]

Love the drabbles, catmuffinz! Great job with the prompts. Can't wait for more!

[Tarkus]

Hey, all!

First off, Mewling: Thanks for commenting Comments always make my day brighter!

Now, for two more drabbles!

#34 Relief- M- Photic- Character: David- Fandom: Lost Boys

David was always the first one awake in the cave. He had always considered himself the leader and sort-of father figure for the group when Max wasn’t around.

He always got up early so he could check and make sure the cave was alright, light the torches, and most importantly: to make sure the sun had gone completely down before waking the rest of his gang.

He had woken earlier today than normal and was therefore able to watch the sun as it made its slow descent down to the horizon. David walked lazily past all the odd furnishings that made up their lair and stared up the entrance to the cave to see how far down the sun had gone. He peered up the shaft and immediately stumbled back and hissed as the light hit him directly in the eyes.

A strange, burning, almost itching, sensation was starting to build in the back of his nose. He quickly started trying to rub it away but that only seemed to be making the tickle grow. It was starting to affect his breathing .

Suddenly, he realized what was happening. He froze. He was going to sneeze. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d actually sneezed.

To make matter’s worse, Paul had just woken up and was now waking the others. He could hear them jumping down from their perches. Soon, they would all come in the main entrance of the cave and see him struggling with…a sneeze, of all things. As all this was happening, the tingling in his nose was getting stronger and more insistent. From what he remembered about sneezing, he was fairly sure he was going to sneeze soon. He needed to finish this sneezing thing fast, before Paul and the others came in.

Okay, David thought, if the sun caused this, maybe it can fix it, too. David walked quickly back to the entrance shaft and stared back up at what was left of the sun. The tickle increased ten-fold and David snapped forward with a loud “ hht- AESCHUE!”

“Whoa, what was that?!” and “The hell?” echoed down from Paul and Marco in response to David’s sneeze, but David had stopped listening. He had now experienced the best part of sneezing. The relief.

#4 Fake-M- Feather- Character: James Bond- Fandom: Casino Royale (while Bond and Vesper are chillin’ in Italy)

Vesper Lynd laid calmly beside her new lover, James Bond. She had been with him for a few weeks now and she had gotten nothing but love and affection. Well…and sex. Speaking of, both of them had had a rather energetic romp the night before and had slept later than usual. At least, he had.

She watched him sleeping peacefully beside her and sighed, debating. She had always liked waking him up and was considering doing so. She just wasn’t sure how yet.

Vesper sat up and began looking over the room until her eyes fell upon a vase full of fake peacock feathers. She looked at the vase, then back at Bond. She smiled mischievously and slid slowly out of the bed, so not to wake her partner. She padded over to the gold vase and plucked out a feather. She examined it and rubbed it over her hand, walking back over to the bed.

She slipped back in beside him and admired her feather a moment before running it playfully over Bond’s nose. Vesper bit down on her lip to keep from laughing as he made a small, snorting noise and scrunched his nose. But he did not wake up.

After a few moments, she ran the feather over his nose again. There was no reaction this time, and he still hadn’t woken. Frowning, she inserted the feather slowly into his left nostril and twirled it lightly against the inner part of his nose. His nostrils flared and his nose started to twitch. Now smiling, she slid the feather a little deeper and…

“HAH- KSSSSSHEW”

He sneezed wetly onto Vesper’s hand and practically jumped out of bed, still sneezing. He stumbled into the bathroom, and Vesper could still hear a chorus of “heht- HISCH’ue” coming from the bathroom.

She blinked. And all this from some fake peacock feather.

Yay, two more down! Feedback is welcome!

[krazykat]

Hate James Bond.... LOVE the thought of the beautiful Daniel Craig sneezing!!

[Tarkus]

krazykat- Ah, yes Daniel Craig sneezing is indeed love. Thanks for commenting! BTW, your drabbles are still all kinds of sexy! Thanks for commenting

Anyway, another Lie to Me drabble! Plus one from Eleventh Hour (did anyone watch that?)

For those who haven't seen the show, Jacob Hood is a biophysicist who helps the government solve science related crimes. It's still a fictional show, though. Jacob Hood is played by the wonderful Rufus Sewell.

#69 Fuck- M- Allergies- Character: Dr. Cal Lightman- Fandom: Lie to Me

“And there we…huh…h-have disgust…hah- Esshuh, eht- CHISSSH’UE…ugh” Dr. Lightman sneezed violently for the eighteenth time today (not that Ria was counting, of course). She watched as he strode away from the projector, still sniffling madly, and took out a box of tissues from his desk drawer. Sighing, he tore open the pack and drew out a handful of tissues. “God, I hate allergies. They were never this bad in London.”, he snuffled into the tissues before blowing his nose. Ria suppressed a dark smile as Lightman continued sniffling.

“Yeah, everyone does.” Loker quipped from the corner “But you know that some people have sexual fetishes, right? Well, I’ve heard of a sneezing fetish before. I‘m sure they don‘t hate your allergies” Loker looked back and gave her a conspiratorial wink. Ria froze, pencil poised just above the paper she was writing notes on.

Fuck.

#100 Airplane- M- Photic- Character: Dr. Jacob Hood- Fandom: Eleventh Hour

Rachel Young, bodyguard and protectorate of the sometimes careless biophysicist Dr. Jacob Hood, stared blankly out her small plane window onto the pink and orange clouds that decorated the fly-space beneath them. She giggled as she heard a soft snore from behind her in Hood’s seat. The pair were headed to Texas, where a recent outbreak of a mutated strand of the MRSA virus had invaded several schools. She looked back over at Hood, who had a thin bar of sunlight stretching across his face

“Rachel”, he started, eyes still closed, “how long until we-” Hood opened his eyes directly into the small beam of light, and Rachel smiled as she watched his nose wrinkled expectantly in response. What she didn’t expect was the volley of sneezes that followed.

“hapt- SCHoo, heh-Ishoo, k’SSHOO, huh- T’CHOO”

She blinked as Hood sniffled and scrubbed at his nose. “Uh, bless you” Rachel said quickly and then frowned, “Are you getting sick or something?”

Hood laughed. “No, have you ever heard of the photic sneeze reflex?” He asked,leaning forward in his seat.

Her frown deepened. “No.”

Hood explained. “Well, to put it in simple terms, its when you sneeze because of looking at a bright light too quickly.”

“Oh.” She said and then smiled. “Wow, Hood, guess you do learn something new everyday. At least, I do when I’m with you.”

Hood smiled slightly, and Rachel noticed a slight blush on the scientist’s features although he’d never admit to it. Sighing happily, she reclined back in her chair and resumed her cloud-watching.

Feedback = love, as always!

[sneeztensia]

WOW, catmuffinz, I just found your thread and read it, so nice! Love it! Especially feather with James Bond sneeze wetly onto Vesper's hand

[silentdreamer789]

Oooh, James Bond sneezing, yum! Particularly liked the concern from M; very nice all round.

[Guest crystal55]

Dr Jacob Hood sneezing.... toooooo much!!! Love him! Great job!

[chui]

oooh... James Bond...

[Tarkus]

Gah! I've been gone forever and a day! But I'm back now and I bring a peace offering! I have a lot of half-started drabbles because when I get a good ways through the writing, another idea pops in my head and I start another one

Anyway, have another Lie to Me drabble (I'm currently obsessed with this show and I'm sorry if it's not your thing):

#64 Unfair - M- Cold- Character: Cal Lightman- Fandom: Lie to Me

“Ixxxt-shoo”

“Bless you Cal” Gillian said curtly and continued typing, unaware of her partner’s nasal turmoils. Apparently, Cal reasoned, she was still mad at him for leaving her out on the politician case. Although, he thought to himself, it had been a bit unfair of him to leave her out.

Cal continued sniffling quietly while he sat exiled in the corner of Gillian’s office and wriggled his nose. Damnit, there’s more, he thought angrily. He sniffed harder and rubbed at his nose, which was slowly turning a light pink. He glanced around Gillian’s office from a metal chair near the door and quickly scanned the room for a box of tissues. Seeing none, he resigned himself to sneezing into a closed fist when the fierce itchiness plaguing his nose returned.

“heh-heh-kshhh'ue”

Gillian frowned slightly and looked over at him in a glance laced with concern. “Bless you again”. She continued typing but froze soon after and turned to her partner with suspicious eyes. “Your not coming down with that cold Loker had last week, are you?”

“No”, he answered quickly and tried to mask his signs of deception but finding it difficult due to the threat of an impending sneeze.

“Oh,” she smiled offhandedly “guess you won’t be needing these then.” She picked up and waved a light blue box of Puffs before setting them back on the desktop. She stretched her arms out behind her and popped her back before sliding back into her chair to drape her left arm conveniently over the top of the unopened tissue box.

Cal’s mouth sprang open in indignation. “Foster, you know I- ehp’tsshh, t‘shuh, huuhh…heh…HUPTSHOO!” He sneezed suddenly, burying his nose in the crook of his arm. A long, wet sniff and a small cough followed.

“Gillian’d, luv, your dot being very fair.” He tried to choose his words carefully, to reduce the amount of congestion she would hear in his voice, but it didn’t seem to matter.

“Well, it is a little unfair, isn’t it?” she said, leaning forward in her chair and planting both her elbows firmly over the box with a wicked smile.

Hope ya'll liked! Sorry again for the long hiatus!

[Hai]

Gah! This was a year ago! But I loved your Lie to Me drabbles. So much. Thank you for having written these!

[Tarkus]

W00t! More drabbles! Man, I'm lazy...

First off: THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO READ AND COMMENTED!!!! + I love feedback; it gives me that warm happy feeling that brightens the universe

And chavah, I do have more Lie to Me drabbles in the works so stay tuned I also have a fic planned out as well. Mwahahaha!

The two drabbles I'm introducing though are for a fandom I've never written for before But I really do like how they turned out. The fandom is for a show called Human Target. These are the characters. The one on the far left is Winston, The one in the middle is Chance, and the one to the far right is Guerrero He's the one I'm focusing on.

Enjoy!

#29 Purple- Human Target

“They’re indigo.”, Winston said, referring to the color of the flowers that their other freelance agent, Leila, had left.

“Seriously, indigo is like dark purple. This is like, lavender or something.” Chance quipped, peering at the vase from a variety of angles.

“Alright, okay, maybe it’s more of an amethyst…?”

“Whaaaat? Mauve is the darkest I‘m going.”

“Mauve isn’t even a shade of-”

“IH-Eesch’ue!” Both Winston and Chance looked up at the sound of a sharp sneeze. Guerrero stood in the doorway, sniffling lightly and rubbing his nose. “Seriously dudes, it’s purple, and whatever the hell it is, could you guys get it out of here? I think I’m allergic to it.”

#96 Internet- Human Target

“Alright so,… I take it we’ve ruled out cancer?”

Winston glared pointedly at Guerrero over his laptop. “Don’t be a smartass. This is for your benefit.”

Guerrero sniffled and returned the glare. “I already told you. It’s a cold.”

Winston let out a short bark of laughter. “Like I’d trust you. Even with your own health.” He snorted. "Hell, especially with your own health."

“Seriously,” Guerrero wrinkled his nose, “you’d trust the internet over m-heh-me?” Winston watched Guerrero’s nose give a sudden twitch. “Hang on.” He watched as the shorter man leaned farther away from him, directing a harsh “HUH'Gkxt!” into his wrist.

“Bless y-”

“Not done ye-hih!” Guerrero broke off suddenly with a sharp intake of breath and an explosive “igh-Chisssh!”which he had intended to cover with his arm, but didn’t quite make it. Winston watched this display and gave a mental, and most likely physical, shudder. He could just see all the little Guerrero germs clinging and multiplying on his couch. Guerrero glanced at him apologetically.

“Bless you.” He managed to ground out after a few seconds. “And while I’m online, I think I’ll order one of those econo-sized packs of Lysol off Amazon.”

Yayz! So those are my two new drabbles And remember, comments feed that tiny, black, slithery thing that is my soul.

Thanks for reading!

[Sierra]

I came here looking for Lie To Me works and I really liked all these here in your thread, thanks so much for posting! I'm not actually familiar with any of the other fandoms you've written but enjoyed them all!