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mhalachaiWriting is like exercise: You don't do it and you forget how. So I'm going back to the Ficlette Fiasco prompts from last year to get into the writing again. Here's the first of today's writing exercises.
Ficlette Fiasco IV, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
silverblade219: Dawn meets Rory, any of your 'verses.
Summary: What might happen if Dawn fell into Stars Hollow instead of Anita Blake's world...
Rating: G
Setting: a year after the current setting of Physics of the Spin, but nothing about how that story will turn out.
Words: 650
Note: I love remixing Dawning Light. There's so many possibilities. (Case in point, with Supernatural)
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Rory opened her eyes, disoriented. She knew she wasn't on Atlantis, but why on Earth was she sleeping on the couch in her mother's house? Why wasn't she in her room?
Remembrance came back to her almost instantly, as she blinked down at the small form sprawled on her stomach. "Urgh."
"Hi," said the small person, intent on the cartoon on the television. "You're taking up all the good couch cushions with your sleeping."
"It's Saturday morning," Rory said, still exhausted. "Why are you up before sunrise on a Saturday?"
A tousled head turned until huge hazel eyes were staring at Rory. "Because cartoons are on!"
Rory let her head fall back to the pillow. Now she was starting to understand her mother's new phrase about the impossibility of getting up before Dawn.
Oh well. She was used to being woken up by Marines and children, even if on Atlantis it was Torren and he was too small to turn on the computers without help. Taking a deep breath, Rory sat up, catching Dawn before the four-year-old topped to the ground. Dawn squealed and giggled as Rory righted herself on the couch. "What cartoons are there?" she asked her mother's foster daughter.
"All kinds, and they're even cooler than the ones we had back in Sunnydale." Dawn buried herself in a blanket and leaned against Rory's side. "Here, there's a singing turtle."
Rory yawned, but at least tried to stay awake as Dawn chattered about her favorite cartoons and her pajamas and Paul Anka the Wonder Dog.
Life was a funny thing, Rory reflected as the action ramped up on the screen and Dawn fell silent to watch. Rory had been on Atlantis for less than a year, and in that time in Stars Hollow, Lorelai had found a small girl abandoned in the woods by the Dragonfly Inn, had taken the little girl in, and ended up becoming a foster parent.
Rory knew about Dawn's nightmares, about the stories of vampires and demons and gods, and she found it remarkable how happy and refreshed the girl looked as she watched cartoons and took up the best spot on the couch.
And best of all, Rory marveled at how much more like a home this place felt with a kid sitting on the couch.
Lorelai stumbled down the steps, hair in her face and making zombie noises. Dawn and Rory both watched as Lorelai wandered to the kitchen. "She should get a coffee IV," Dawn commented, and giggled again.
"It's been tried," Rory said. "What do you think about a pop tart?"
"Do we have the ones with the purple icing?" Dawn asked, freeing herself from the blanket to bounce on the couch cushions. "With the blue sprinkles?"
"We just might," Rory said. She stood and waited for Dawn to jump to the ground, but the little girl just held up her arms. "What?"
"The floor's cold," Dawn explained. "Up me!"
Picking up a four-year-old was very different than picking up a baby. She was heavier than she looked, and her arms and legs went everywhere, but it made sense. Once Dawn was safely perched on Rory's arm, Dawn tugged gently on a lock of Rory's hair.
"What's up?" Rory asked.
Dawn considered. "It's kind of okay that you're my foster sister," she said solemnly.
In spite of the early hour, the lack of caffeine in her system, and the chill in the room, Rory smiled. "It's really okay that you're my foster sister," Rory said, and meant it.
Dawn wrapped her skinny arms around Rory's neck in a hug, heavy and light at the same time.
"Who wants coffee?" Lorelai shouted from the kitchen.
"I do!" Dawn yelled back, nearly deafening Rory.
"Then come in here and make me some!"
"Just call me Juan Valdez," Dawn muttered, and kicked her heels into Rory's sides. "Kitchen!"
"Yes sir," Rory drawled.
Because really, being bossed around in search of coffee was just like being back on Atlantis.
Ficlette Fiasco IV, for
silverblade219: Dawn meets Rory, any of your 'verses.Summary: What might happen if Dawn fell into Stars Hollow instead of Anita Blake's world...
Rating: G
Setting: a year after the current setting of Physics of the Spin, but nothing about how that story will turn out.
Words: 650
Note: I love remixing Dawning Light. There's so many possibilities. (Case in point, with Supernatural)
Rory opened her eyes, disoriented. She knew she wasn't on Atlantis, but why on Earth was she sleeping on the couch in her mother's house? Why wasn't she in her room?
Remembrance came back to her almost instantly, as she blinked down at the small form sprawled on her stomach. "Urgh."
"Hi," said the small person, intent on the cartoon on the television. "You're taking up all the good couch cushions with your sleeping."
"It's Saturday morning," Rory said, still exhausted. "Why are you up before sunrise on a Saturday?"
A tousled head turned until huge hazel eyes were staring at Rory. "Because cartoons are on!"
Rory let her head fall back to the pillow. Now she was starting to understand her mother's new phrase about the impossibility of getting up before Dawn.
Oh well. She was used to being woken up by Marines and children, even if on Atlantis it was Torren and he was too small to turn on the computers without help. Taking a deep breath, Rory sat up, catching Dawn before the four-year-old topped to the ground. Dawn squealed and giggled as Rory righted herself on the couch. "What cartoons are there?" she asked her mother's foster daughter.
"All kinds, and they're even cooler than the ones we had back in Sunnydale." Dawn buried herself in a blanket and leaned against Rory's side. "Here, there's a singing turtle."
Rory yawned, but at least tried to stay awake as Dawn chattered about her favorite cartoons and her pajamas and Paul Anka the Wonder Dog.
Life was a funny thing, Rory reflected as the action ramped up on the screen and Dawn fell silent to watch. Rory had been on Atlantis for less than a year, and in that time in Stars Hollow, Lorelai had found a small girl abandoned in the woods by the Dragonfly Inn, had taken the little girl in, and ended up becoming a foster parent.
Rory knew about Dawn's nightmares, about the stories of vampires and demons and gods, and she found it remarkable how happy and refreshed the girl looked as she watched cartoons and took up the best spot on the couch.
And best of all, Rory marveled at how much more like a home this place felt with a kid sitting on the couch.
Lorelai stumbled down the steps, hair in her face and making zombie noises. Dawn and Rory both watched as Lorelai wandered to the kitchen. "She should get a coffee IV," Dawn commented, and giggled again.
"It's been tried," Rory said. "What do you think about a pop tart?"
"Do we have the ones with the purple icing?" Dawn asked, freeing herself from the blanket to bounce on the couch cushions. "With the blue sprinkles?"
"We just might," Rory said. She stood and waited for Dawn to jump to the ground, but the little girl just held up her arms. "What?"
"The floor's cold," Dawn explained. "Up me!"
Picking up a four-year-old was very different than picking up a baby. She was heavier than she looked, and her arms and legs went everywhere, but it made sense. Once Dawn was safely perched on Rory's arm, Dawn tugged gently on a lock of Rory's hair.
"What's up?" Rory asked.
Dawn considered. "It's kind of okay that you're my foster sister," she said solemnly.
In spite of the early hour, the lack of caffeine in her system, and the chill in the room, Rory smiled. "It's really okay that you're my foster sister," Rory said, and meant it.
Dawn wrapped her skinny arms around Rory's neck in a hug, heavy and light at the same time.
"Who wants coffee?" Lorelai shouted from the kitchen.
"I do!" Dawn yelled back, nearly deafening Rory.
"Then come in here and make me some!"
"Just call me Juan Valdez," Dawn muttered, and kicked her heels into Rory's sides. "Kitchen!"
"Yes sir," Rory drawled.
Because really, being bossed around in search of coffee was just like being back on Atlantis.
end
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