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meddowI’ve been writing so many poems and song lyrics lately I’ll be shocked if I can still write something without a rhyme scheme. But, getting back into the swing of things, here’s a quick drabble written for a Valentines Day drabbleathon over at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
sarahjane_fic and my first posted foray into Doctor Who fanfiction.
Roses
Rating: G
Pairing: Unrequited Sarah/OC
Roses
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Sarah.” Jessica stared at the bundle in her arms and wished Fredrick had made a similar effort.
“Hmm,” Sarah replied as she picked up her keys, coat and bag, not bothering to look. She was gone, away in that universe of her own.
“Sarah. Roses. Valentines Day,” Jessica said, hoping to get through.
“Oh, those are lovely Jessica. From Fred?” she replied distantly.
“No. They’re for you.”
Sarah stopped and looked at them and then the door, clearly conflicted.
“What’s it this time?” Jessica asked.
“Strange lights and reports of explosions in Brighton. I’ve got to go.”
Jessica nodded as Sarah rushed off. The card said they were from Bradley, the sport editor. Jessica noticed him watching stoically from the other side of the newsroom as Sarah left. She left the roses on Sarah’s desk.
Sarah returned some days later with the truth of what had happened. The story was front page and above the fold. Yet Sarah still seemed disappointed.
The roses sat unattended all that time. Finally the cleaners removed them.
sarahjane_fic and my first posted foray into Doctor Who fanfiction. Roses
Rating: G
Pairing: Unrequited Sarah/OC
Roses
“Looks like you’ve got an admirer, Sarah.” Jessica stared at the bundle in her arms and wished Fredrick had made a similar effort.
“Hmm,” Sarah replied as she picked up her keys, coat and bag, not bothering to look. She was gone, away in that universe of her own.
“Sarah. Roses. Valentines Day,” Jessica said, hoping to get through.
“Oh, those are lovely Jessica. From Fred?” she replied distantly.
“No. They’re for you.”
Sarah stopped and looked at them and then the door, clearly conflicted.
“What’s it this time?” Jessica asked.
“Strange lights and reports of explosions in Brighton. I’ve got to go.”
Jessica nodded as Sarah rushed off. The card said they were from Bradley, the sport editor. Jessica noticed him watching stoically from the other side of the newsroom as Sarah left. She left the roses on Sarah’s desk.
Sarah returned some days later with the truth of what had happened. The story was front page and above the fold. Yet Sarah still seemed disappointed.
The roses sat unattended all that time. Finally the cleaners removed them.
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Tia Dalma fan community
Date: 2007-02-18 04:59 pm (UTC)I noticed that Tia Dalma is one of your interests and I just wanted to let you know about the Tia Dalma fan community I have set up. I've done a considerable amount of work on it thus far(there are 4 galleries; one for screencaps, miscellaneous pics, fanart, and the most recent comic gallery) but I'm still in the process of asking more people for permission to use their Tia-related fanart and fanfics in the community.
Anyway, just thought I would give you the link to the community in case you're interested to take a look. If you like what you see, please join. Here's the link: http://community.livejournal.com/dalmafan/
Enjoy!