Goddamn kick me in the writerbrain

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So y'know (if you've been reading here for a while) how I go through these phases of taking crazy-ass ficlet requests in hopes to jump-start my writerbrain and produce something entertaining? And how a lot of the time I never finish all of them because I suck, but I keep asking for more because I'm a needy bitch?

Yeah. It's that time again, if y'all are game.

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble OR doodle of any pairing/gen friendship. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.* (Feel free to modify exactly what's being requested according to your skills.)

(So apparently I need to add to this that if your prompt eats my brain and turns into a full-blown fic, I'll be writing a fucking fic for you in comments. I FAIL AT DRABBLE.)

1. DONE: muggy_mountain: L (Death Note)/Seymour (FFX)
2. FIC IN PROGRESS WHUT: neva_caruso: Mikage (Utena) and Subaru (X)
3. FIC IN PROGRESS WHUT: heavenscalyx: Shiori/Kozue/Wakaba (Utena)
4. DONE: slipjig: Jack Harkness and Nancy (Doctor Who, because he cheats)
5. DONE: mllelaurel: Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts)
6. DONE: hiza_chan: Some combination of Kingdom Hearts and FFX
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(Okay, so I'm not editing the text, but if you ask for a doodle? YOU WILL GET CRAPPY STICK FIGURES AND DESERVE IT. :P)

(*Or don't. Whatevs.)

Random Fandoms That I Could Brain In Right Now...
- Xenosaga (pls?)
- X/Tokyo Babylon
- Death Note
- Final Fantasy X
- Star Trek: Voyager
- Pretty Guardian Sailor Moon
- Revolutionary Girl Utena
- Kingdom Hearts (though bear with me for any canon fuckups if you do ask; it is eating my brain right now, and I have a lot of spoilers and have hardcore Org XIII fascination and OT3 cutez, but I am only a little of the way through KH2, and have not played the side games yet, and augh, cannot game fast enough.)
- Crossoverification Welcome

Iwilldomybesttofinishshit! *determinatorface*

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:PPP

Then again, you can get away with shit like that. :D

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Jack spent the second war in the South Pacific. Even if it grinds in his chest to know that someday, his Doctor and Rose will land in London, half a planet away, and he can never see them--can't because his stupid former self is running around trying to accidentally wipe out humanity. Doesn't want to meet himself. And not just because of the Reapers.

He comes back to London after it's over, after the blitz stopped, after the skies cleared, after twelve more deaths.

He didn't expect to run into somebody he knew.

"Bloody hell, it's you."

The thin, fierce voice comes from behind him; he whirls, expecting anything from a kiss to a gunshot--never know, when you hear that sort of thing. Instead it's just a sharp, curious stare.

Nostalgia from sixty years ago hits like a hammer.

"Whoa." He pauses, but her name, everything he knew about her, comes quick and fast, burned into his memory by the Doctor at his side. "Nancy?"

"Jack Harkness." It isn't a question. "I thought--I thought you were gone."

Right--last she knew, he was riding live explosives. Ah, the things he got up to. "Been away for a while, yeah. Here and there. How have you been?"

"Well enough." She must be into her twenties now, he thinks, but she's still tiny, could pass for a teenager. One of those people who'll always be young. "Stayed in the city watching the children, through the blitz. I've got a rented room now, me and Jamie."

"How's he doing?"

"Growing up strong." She smiles fondly. "You seen the Doctor? I never thanked him properly."

Keeping the smile on his face goes from effortless to almost impossible. "Not recently, no."

"Oh. Well, I hope he's all right."

"He's a survivor. Just like you."

"I s'pose he would be."

"Nancy," Jack says slowly. She's come closer; she wouldn't even come up to his shoulder, he thinks, she'd have to kiss him on tiptoe. "Have you got to get back to Jamie soon?"

"He's old enough to be on his own now, I'll be out all day. Why?"

"Want to go get lunch with me? Old times' sake?"

"Old times like you nearly killing everybody?"

"Sorry about that."

"Sure." She closes the distance as he starts walking, almost skipping a little to keep up. "But--"

"I'm paying."

"That's not--"

"What kind of gentleman do you think I am?"

"You're a rogue and a scoundrel, Jack Harkness, no gentleman at all." She pauses, and he slows his pace a little. "Then again, I'm not exactly a lady, am I?"

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I did not cheat! I just made sure to go with a fandom I knew enough about to make it reasonable, rather than picking two random names out of two random character lists. Thank you so much for indulging me, though. I do feel honored. (And I love the fic!)