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fic_variationsTitle: Nice Day For A White Wedding
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dragonessasmith
Rating: T
Words: 238
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fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/Charlie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Courageous Small Kitchen Appliances
Count: 7/10
Author's Notes: ...yeeeeeeah. Don't know where this came from.
"You're not getting a tattoo."
"But I really want to-"
"Charlie. It's a toaster. Don will not forgive me if I let you get a tattoo. Especially of a toaster."
"Don's not here." Charlie very nearly whined, his hand finding David's. Even just the small contact sent sparks up his spine, and it was all David could do not to just give in right then and there.
"You'll regret it tomorrow morning."
Charlie snorted. "Yeah, right. You said that before."
"Charlie-you're drunk."
"You said that too." He grabbed his other hand, and there they were, holding hands outside the doorway to a definately questionable tattoo parlor in downtown LA, three doors down from the bar where they'd gone to celebrate Colby's engagement. David sighed as Charlie leaned forward for a kiss. This was one battle he was already losing.
"Look. How about we come back tomorrow morning?"
"But what are we gonna do tonight then?"
"We'll think of something even more fun."
Charlie pouted slightly. "Fine. But you have to promise."
"I promise...kinda." He coughed. "So, why did you want to get a tattoo of a toaster?"
"Because they're brave."
"Toasters?"
"Didn't you ever see that movie?"
"Tell you what, we'll rent it tonight. What's it called?"
Even half a beer away from falling down drunk, Charlie still managed to give him an incredulous look.
"The Brave Little Toaster." After a moment, he added, "Duh."
"Oh, of course..."
---
Title: Life Long Lessons
Author:dragonessasmith
Rating: T
Words: 187
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/Charlie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Nana's Advice
Count: 8/10
Author's Notes: A lot of these are from David's POV, aren't they? :?
His grandmother always used to say that you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. He, in his vast seven year old wisdom, had decided to point out to Nana Martin that there were back covers too, which often told the would-be reader exactly what they were about.
He was pretty sure she'd called him a bad word in whatever mixture of languages she'd been using that day, but no one would tell him exactly what it meant. Nowadays, he's pretty sure he's better off not knowing.
She also used to tell him that 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.' He was twelve, and told her that he didn't think that was a very good strategy. She'd scolded him for not listening again.
When he went on his first date at age fifteen, Nana Martin had only looked at him over the top of her glasses, frowned, and snapped sharply to 'watch out, and don't get anyone pregnant.'
Finally, he grinned, arms wrapped around Charlie's waist and his face buried in his shoulder. Good advice he could actually listen to.
---
Title: Out Of Time
Author:dragonessasmith
Rating: T
Words: 114
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/Charlie
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Breaking up is hard to do.
Count: 9/10
Author's Notes: Sad one ahoy.
"It's a big deal to me, Charlie. Do you get that? I can’t just-”
“You can.” He snapped back. “You just won’t.”
“I don’t want to talk about this now.”
“Why? Afraid Colby or Megan or someone else who we both know isn’t here will over-hear you?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Like Hell it isn’t.”
“You don’t understand-”
“You don’t care.”
"I ca-" He stopped suddenly, Charlie's dark brown eyes staring at him, pleading with him to finish that thought out loud.
He couldn't do it.
“Charlie I do…” He trailed off as the security guard walked by, nodding at him. "I'll…find Don for you."
"Don't bother. I'm leaving."
"Fine."
"Fine. See you around."
"Bye."
Author:
dragonessasmithRating: T
Words: 238
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/CharlieSpoilers: None
Warnings: Courageous Small Kitchen Appliances
Count: 7/10
Author's Notes: ...yeeeeeeah. Don't know where this came from.
"You're not getting a tattoo."
"But I really want to-"
"Charlie. It's a toaster. Don will not forgive me if I let you get a tattoo. Especially of a toaster."
"Don's not here." Charlie very nearly whined, his hand finding David's. Even just the small contact sent sparks up his spine, and it was all David could do not to just give in right then and there.
"You'll regret it tomorrow morning."
Charlie snorted. "Yeah, right. You said that before."
"Charlie-you're drunk."
"You said that too." He grabbed his other hand, and there they were, holding hands outside the doorway to a definately questionable tattoo parlor in downtown LA, three doors down from the bar where they'd gone to celebrate Colby's engagement. David sighed as Charlie leaned forward for a kiss. This was one battle he was already losing.
"Look. How about we come back tomorrow morning?"
"But what are we gonna do tonight then?"
"We'll think of something even more fun."
Charlie pouted slightly. "Fine. But you have to promise."
"I promise...kinda." He coughed. "So, why did you want to get a tattoo of a toaster?"
"Because they're brave."
"Toasters?"
"Didn't you ever see that movie?"
"Tell you what, we'll rent it tonight. What's it called?"
Even half a beer away from falling down drunk, Charlie still managed to give him an incredulous look.
"The Brave Little Toaster." After a moment, he added, "Duh."
"Oh, of course..."
---
Title: Life Long Lessons
Author:
dragonessasmithRating: T
Words: 187
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/CharlieSpoilers: None
Warnings: Nana's Advice
Count: 8/10
Author's Notes: A lot of these are from David's POV, aren't they? :?
His grandmother always used to say that you couldn't judge a book by it's cover. He, in his vast seven year old wisdom, had decided to point out to Nana Martin that there were back covers too, which often told the would-be reader exactly what they were about.
He was pretty sure she'd called him a bad word in whatever mixture of languages she'd been using that day, but no one would tell him exactly what it meant. Nowadays, he's pretty sure he's better off not knowing.
She also used to tell him that 'if you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all.' He was twelve, and told her that he didn't think that was a very good strategy. She'd scolded him for not listening again.
When he went on his first date at age fifteen, Nana Martin had only looked at him over the top of her glasses, frowned, and snapped sharply to 'watch out, and don't get anyone pregnant.'
Finally, he grinned, arms wrapped around Charlie's waist and his face buried in his shoulder. Good advice he could actually listen to.
---
Title: Out Of Time
Author:
dragonessasmithRating: T
Words: 114
fic_variations Prompt/Claim: Time // David/CharlieSpoilers: None
Warnings: Breaking up is hard to do.
Count: 9/10
Author's Notes: Sad one ahoy.
"It's a big deal to me, Charlie. Do you get that? I can’t just-”
“You can.” He snapped back. “You just won’t.”
“I don’t want to talk about this now.”
“Why? Afraid Colby or Megan or someone else who we both know isn’t here will over-hear you?”
“That’s not fair.”
“Like Hell it isn’t.”
“You don’t understand-”
“You don’t care.”
"I ca-" He stopped suddenly, Charlie's dark brown eyes staring at him, pleading with him to finish that thought out loud.
He couldn't do it.
“Charlie I do…” He trailed off as the security guard walked by, nodding at him. "I'll…find Don for you."
"Don't bother. I'm leaving."
"Fine."
"Fine. See you around."
"Bye."
