I swear by all that's good in the world
Dec. 28th, 2006 12:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samsomI really wasn't gonna write this.
::sighs::
But I was doing dishes (sphagetti!), and the dialogue started forming itself, like some half heard conversation on a bus.
So, yeah, here's my teeny, barely-a-fic c/a conversation crossover with Superman. Please don't feel you have to read it, since I more or less wrote it for myself, to see if I could.
“Was that a grunt?’
“What?”
“You grunted.”
“I did not grunt. I don’t grunt. Vampires don’t grunt.”
(silence)
“So how’s your arm?”
“My arm is fine.”
“Because we could stop and I could take another look at it if you wanted.”
“It’s fine.”
“You wrenched it pretty good, as I recall-“
“Cordelia-“
“But then what do you expect when you’re dangling from a pole twenty stories above Metropolis, trying to outhero Superman-“
“Cordelia-“
“-just to see who has the biggest…flap? Your coat or his cape.”
“You were in danger! Or would you have preferred the Ka’ash demon drop you those twenty stories?”
“Oh, whatever champ! Superman caught me at ten stories while you were still dangling upside down, trying to pop your shoulder back in.”
“That freak’s a menace.”
“Excuse me? To who? I didn’t see the crowd complaining.”
“And neither were you.”
“What?”
“Cordelia, if you were any closer to him, you’d have been a tattoo on his chest.”
“Don’t be sil- hey, do you think he has any?”
”Any what?”
“Tattoos, dork.”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?”
“Didn’t get a chance, the second that reporter pulled up, he wasn’t paying attention to anything I was saying.”
(a beat)
“I have one.”
“One what?”
“A tattoo. I have a tattoo. Remember?”
“I know you have a tattoo, I’ve pulled enough bullets out of it, I could describe it in my sleep.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to save you? Is that why you reached for him first?”
“Angel, I reached for him first because I was closer to him. Besides, that demon was going to tear up whoever grabbed me. He could take it, you couldn’t.”
“So you did it to save me?”
“What do you think, dumbass?”
He reaches for her hand, holding it tightly and glancing sideways at her with a look that makes her chest tight.
“I think I like you too...dumbass.”
Apologies to DC and ME.
::sighs::
But I was doing dishes (sphagetti!), and the dialogue started forming itself, like some half heard conversation on a bus.
So, yeah, here's my teeny, barely-a-fic c/a conversation crossover with Superman. Please don't feel you have to read it, since I more or less wrote it for myself, to see if I could.
“Was that a grunt?’
“What?”
“You grunted.”
“I did not grunt. I don’t grunt. Vampires don’t grunt.”
(silence)
“So how’s your arm?”
“My arm is fine.”
“Because we could stop and I could take another look at it if you wanted.”
“It’s fine.”
“You wrenched it pretty good, as I recall-“
“Cordelia-“
“But then what do you expect when you’re dangling from a pole twenty stories above Metropolis, trying to outhero Superman-“
“Cordelia-“
“-just to see who has the biggest…flap? Your coat or his cape.”
“You were in danger! Or would you have preferred the Ka’ash demon drop you those twenty stories?”
“Oh, whatever champ! Superman caught me at ten stories while you were still dangling upside down, trying to pop your shoulder back in.”
“That freak’s a menace.”
“Excuse me? To who? I didn’t see the crowd complaining.”
“And neither were you.”
“What?”
“Cordelia, if you were any closer to him, you’d have been a tattoo on his chest.”
“Don’t be sil- hey, do you think he has any?”
”Any what?”
“Tattoos, dork.”
“I don’t know, why don’t you ask him?”
“Didn’t get a chance, the second that reporter pulled up, he wasn’t paying attention to anything I was saying.”
(a beat)
“I have one.”
“One what?”
“A tattoo. I have a tattoo. Remember?”
“I know you have a tattoo, I’ve pulled enough bullets out of it, I could describe it in my sleep.”
“Did you think I wouldn’t be able to save you? Is that why you reached for him first?”
“Angel, I reached for him first because I was closer to him. Besides, that demon was going to tear up whoever grabbed me. He could take it, you couldn’t.”
“So you did it to save me?”
“What do you think, dumbass?”
He reaches for her hand, holding it tightly and glancing sideways at her with a look that makes her chest tight.
“I think I like you too...dumbass.”
Apologies to DC and ME.
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 12:14 pm (UTC)Nothing better than Angel feeling the need to show off his vampliness *g*
...um... hows Oblivious coming along? *cough*nudge*cough*
*licks*
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:04 am (UTC)Oblivious. Oblivious. The shameless hussy is a tease, and is crawling along at a steady but oh so slow pace.
Like I said. Tease.
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Date: 2006-12-31 09:19 pm (UTC):giggle:
This is just adorable! You're adorable!
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Date: 2006-12-31 09:29 pm (UTC)It was an adorable night. Hee!
::tickles you::
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Date: 2006-12-28 03:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-29 02:06 am (UTC)I'm glad to have made you proud:D
EEEE!!!!
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Date: 2006-12-28 05:39 pm (UTC)It was so cute and fluffy! It made me smile, a lot. And that is always a good thing when I first get in from work. I love it. You so need to develop this. I am looking so forward to it!
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-28 06:40 pm (UTC)Great fun. ;o) Procrastinate over the sink more often mmmkay? ;o)
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Date: 2006-12-29 02:13 am (UTC)Procrastinate over the sink more often mmmkay?
I zen out when I wash dishes (and it was A LOT of dishes) or take a shower. Have no idea why, but sometimes the most completed fics have sprung from those activities. Too bad I can't make this happen at will.
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Date: 2006-12-30 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-12-30 01:54 am (UTC)Check my memories - there may be a couple c/a fics there that you may not have seen yet:P
And thanks.