chinese new year fic #3: lion drums [the pretender: jarod and miss parker]

Jarod runs through the crowd, dodging old men and tiny children speaking in myriad languages. He only understands four of them.

Miss Parker does not bother to yell his name as she chases him, heels clacking on the pavement. The drumbeat and the murmur of people make speaking pointless.

The beat is not irregular, but it pounds under her skin and is distinct enough that it distracts her as she runs.

Colours flash all around, and she wishes Jarod hadn’t run into Chinatown just as the party started.

The sound of drums drowns out the gunshot, but she screams anyway.

fic: Not For All Your Sins [Battlestar Galactica 2003 / Sandman] [gen]

title: Not For All Your Sins
author: bantha_fodder
fandom: Battlestar Galactica 2003 / Sandman
disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
rating: g
genre: gen
spoilers: very general, for the mini; none for Sandman
timeframe: set during the mini

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italics are from the mini.

7 x 100 words.
with thanks to utopos, the most pretentious fanboy around.

11/02/2005

( “This is interesting,” says Death, as she looks at the body before her. )