Bite Sized Bits of Fic

DC, Lois Lane, the dangers of knowledge

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MCU, Natasha Romanoff, old wounds suddenly being torn open

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Marvel, Kitty Pryde, frustration

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Stargate Atlantis(/Stargate SG-1), John Sheppard, Sheppard is a member of the Trust.

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Any, any, a suddenly free afternoon.

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Angel:TS, Angel, His last day before...

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Any, any, beauty here is cold as ice (Mayfair, Nick Drake)

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Stargate Atlantis/Stargate Universe, Nicholas Rush/John Sheppard, accidentally outed as a math geek.

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Any, any, cabin fever

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Any, any character(s) of colour, the beauty of brown eyes

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To most of the world, Victor was little more than a robot. Only the skin of his arms and face betrayed the shimmering steel that encased him. They were the only hints of whom he had been before, and so sparse that the silver circuitry threatened to swallow what little was left of him.

Though it was easy for her mind to wander, Sarah dared not imagine what might have happened if the accident had taken more. As greedy as chance was, she could only hope that it had sated its fill of his flesh. More times than she could count, Sarah had traced the tip of his lips with her finger, cupped his cheek in her hand as she leaned her own face closer to his. She could still remember the first time she'd tentatively touched his arm, her whole body seeming to come alive from the heat emanating off his skin.

Yet she'd trade it all away to the rapacious forces of fate if Victor could at least keep his eye. It was, despite all the wires and widgets that caged him, so very human. No force on earth could extinguish the warm spark of life that flickered in it. Sarah was but a moth drawn to its flame, eager to burn in its beauty.

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Wow, very beautiful <3

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Frasier, any main cast, *out for stars* (Robert Frost)

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Frasier, Niles Crane/Maris Crane, their first date

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Frasier answered the ringing phone on his way to bed. "Crane residence."

"Frasier? Good evening. I haven't caught you too late, have I?"

"Niles? It isn't Dad, is it?" He recalled his luggage in the closet, what clothes he'd need to pack, who he could get to take his patients while he went to Seattle.

"No, no."

"You should've led with that, Niles." Frasier slumped onto his bed.

"Sorry." A pause. "I didn't think about the fact that Dad's getting up there in his years and you're almost a continent away."

Frasier huffed in response. "I suppose you called me for another reason than to needle me about Dad?"

"Leaving me alone to deal with his eccentricities...Ah, well, yes, I did." Niles brightened. "I went on a date tonight."

Frasier perked up. Niles and dating was like spotting the white whale - rarely happening and always full of drama and disaster. "Really? Who is it? Someone I'd know?"

Niles cheerfully dropped a name of Seattle's elite families and Frasier made an appropriate noise of surprise. "She's such a delicate thing. If you could imagine a wading bird, like a heron, then strip away its feathers except for those she's wearing as the trim on the neck and cuffs of her coat."

"You sound enraptured, brother."

"Oh, I am!" Niles sighed. "We went to a little restaurant, Perloo's, and the food was divine. Except."

There was always an 'except' with Niles. "Yes?"

"Well, it was a bit chilly and Maris couldn't remove her coat." He tsked. "I'm not sure the cleaner will be able to remove the Besciamella sauce from those feathered cuffs."

Frasier rubbed his forehead with his free hand. "So, was there any attraction between you?"

"She's absolutely charming," Niles said. "Delicate as a newborn fawn! As pale as a page of paper. She practically insisted I put my arm around her as I walked her to her car."

"Body heat?" Frasier asked.

Niles didn't seem to notice the sarcasm in Frasier's voice. "That too. Frasier, I think this is the beginning of something beautiful."

"Mm." Frasier hummed. "What about Dad? Has he met her yet?"

"Oh, no. I won't subject Maris to Dad for at least three dates."

"You know, Niles, the third date is generally when something else happens." Frasier chuckled.

"A proposal? Frasier, I think her family wouldn't expect anything that soon."

He rubbed harder at his forehead. "All right Niles. Well, it is late here and you caught me getting ready for bed. So I'll say good night now and wish you and Maris the best of luck."

"Luck?" Niles' own sarcasm was all too evident. "Now we're depending on luck? Next you'll suggest I sacrifice something to a god."

"Good night, Niles." Frasier said it a bit firmly.

"Good night, Frasier. Sleep well."

The 'click' at the other end let Frasier know his brother had broken the connection. Frasier set the telephone receiver back in its cradle. He settled into his bed, drawing up his covers and finding his eye mask.

And then the image of Niles dating a plucked chicken popped into his head and Frasier couldn't get to sleep for another hour, laughing too hard.

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Oooh, this is awesome. I love that Frasier’s first concern is about Martin. Niles’ dialogue is on point: ‘A proposal?’

‘Plucked chicken’ is a riot!

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I doooo so love the Cranes. :)

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I know! I’m on my first proper watch through and “one episode” turns into several :)

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Oh goodness, yes, yes they do. I just love Niles the most though in real life, I'd probably murder him. :D

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Any, any, take out (dating, food, murder).

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter, keeping his wand but leaving Magical Britain behind.

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touchkenyan.livejournal.com

MCU, Natasha Romanoff, old wounds suddenly being torn open

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Babysitters Club, any gen, once upon a December

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morgan-1970.livejournal.com

Can anyone teach me? or give some ideas? Thanks!

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