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Music drabbles #3 - Not a rock, I'm just Ruth
All Me, no apologies
Music drabbles #3
for misanagi #725 - A Well Respected Man by the Kinks Supernatural

Jerry Panowski wiped at his face with a handkerchief. He was a trusted supervisor at Britannia Airlines. His kids were straight "a" students; his wife was active in the PTA; the family went to church every Sunday. Things like this were not supposed to happen to him.

The associate pastor of the church nodded calmly as he listened to Jerry's tale of strange noises; things moving without anyone or anything touching them, his son's bed levitating off the floor; his wife being pushed down the cellar stairs; impossible things that should not be happening.

"I met a man at seminary." He said. "Lives in Minnesota, he used to talk about things like this. I'll call him."

He came back soon with a name and number. "My acquaintance Jim Murphy says John Winchester can help."

for prelude_in_d #692 No One Believes Me by Christopher Lennertz Dark Angel

Alec looked through the pack. He couldn't help but whistle with admiration; there were over a dozen large bottles of Triptophane. The drug that the X-series transgenetic people needed to keep them from epileptic-like seizures had been getting harder and harder to obtain. The government was trying to crack down on the "Freak Nation" that had sprung up in Seattle in a viciously subtle way.

"Ronald!" he said. "You are the man! Who would believe Mr. "Bip-bip-bip" of being the Triptophane King."

Regan Ronald, called "Normal" with various degrees of sarcasm, adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat. "I want to do anything to help my god-daughter. How is Evie?"

"Eve? Oh, she's just fine." Alec assured him. "Mom makes sure she gets plenty of soy milk ."

"Good, good." Ronald licked his lips. "Listen. Alec. I was able to get a couple of steaks. . ."

"Oh, yeah?" Steak was almost as hard to come by as Tritophane.

"I thought - er - we might cook them up. I've got some wine, some music."

Alec's grin faded a little at the edges. "You've been having gladiator dreams again, haven't you?" He looked at the Triptophane and gave a sigh.

Who's going to believe me anyway? He shrugged.

"So, how big a steak are we talking about?"

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misanagi From: misanagi Date: August 11th, 2008 11:18 pm (UTC) (Link)
That was wonderful! Thank you, Ruth!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: August 14th, 2008 01:13 am (UTC) (Link)
You're welcome! I'm glad you liked it.
nativestar From: nativestar Date: August 12th, 2008 09:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Nice drabble! Although I'd call it more a ficlet, but that's just because I'm such a stickler for a drabble being 100 words.

Normals a big softy at heart really, and I always like a bit of Alec. ;)
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: August 12th, 2008 09:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, certainly, Alec is fun to write. prelude_in_d is my daughter Marirose and when she saw the prompt she laughed out loud and said it had to be Alec with that title. :)
nativestar From: nativestar Date: August 12th, 2008 10:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, right! I didn't realise that (that's a pretty name, btw). She's right though. Hmmm, makes me wanna read Alec playing the piano fic now.

I agree with Alec being fun to write, although I've yet to write anything, my plan is to write Alec for the DA Halloween ficathon.
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: August 12th, 2008 10:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oo - if you have some, please send me the link. Marirose almost collapsed during "the Berensford Agenda" because, as she put it, "Piano players are hot! Jensen is hot! Oh, God!"
nativestar From: nativestar Date: August 12th, 2008 10:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hehe, sadly no, I don't. But if it wasn't so late here, I'd go try and find some. Or I could always write some...
arliss From: arliss Date: August 13th, 2008 07:54 am (UTC) (Link)

I love it!
just_ruth From: just_ruth Date: August 14th, 2008 01:12 am (UTC) (Link)
Hee! I loved that part of "Fuggedaboutit" when Norman starts descirbing his gladiator dreams and Alec's face goes from 'WTF?' to "Oh, god, make him stop."

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