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bantha_fodder) wrote2005-09-02 09:47 pm
bantha_fodder) wrote2005-09-02 09:47 pm
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[fic] miscellaneous for kathe, in the event of her birthday
double drabbles for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zeplum's birthday. written right now because I FORGOT OMG SORRY I STILL LOVE YOU.
Chloe spends five hours in Hamburg. She walks down narrow, paved streets, takes pictures of curving houses and speaks bad German before eating lunch at McDonald's. The first time her phone rings, she ignores it, but when it rings again thirty seconds later she dips a fry in sauce and as she bites it off, answers.
“Miss me?” she says, and winks at the cute guy one table over.
"Come home," says Lex. “Right now,” and hangs up.
She didn’t get a chance to unpack, so it’s no bother.
At thirty thousand feet, she accepts her complimentary paper and pulls a face at the headline above the fold. Cranton Holdings Pulls Out Of $20 Billion Deal With LexCorp: Luthor Furious, she reads. She shakes her head, and frowns at the black and white photo of Lex Luthor in a crisp jacket, looking disgruntled.
He should know better, she thinks, and settles back in first class. Never trust investors.
She takes another look at the photo. Checks her email again. I need a solution, writes Lex, and Chloe knows how to read between the lines.
Chloe presses her call button.
She’ll deal better if she’s not sober when the plane lands.
*
As the plane lands
[engines; wings; skeleton; pilots; flight plan. you know how these things work]
Jarod grins. Leans back in his chair and rolls
[roll = bread; verb. you hate this language with its inconsistencies]
his shoulders. “Cabin crew please disarm doors,” he says. “All passengers please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop, and the seatbelt light has been switched off.”
He listens as the noises beyond the door indicate the passengers are [stupid. you didn’t spend two days in your thirty-first year simulating possible events and creating rules just so they could ignore advice. ungrateful, stupid] disregarding his instructions.
He brings the plane to a [blazing, final end. they’ll never find you because they’ll never stop looking] halt and disengages the seatbelt light.
As the plane empties, he picks up his cell and dials [a number written on the pads of your thumb and on your eyelids. you have no need of speed dial] his nemesis.
“Hello,” he says. [i love you i hate you i need you]
“Got lost?” she asks, and he [cries. screams] smiles.
“Just landed.”
“I always knew you were an alien,” she says. [but you know what she means]
*
There might be more drabbles later, but for now I have to go to bed. Much love to that Kathe person.
zeplum's birthday. written right now because I FORGOT OMG SORRY I STILL LOVE YOU.Chloe spends five hours in Hamburg. She walks down narrow, paved streets, takes pictures of curving houses and speaks bad German before eating lunch at McDonald's. The first time her phone rings, she ignores it, but when it rings again thirty seconds later she dips a fry in sauce and as she bites it off, answers.
“Miss me?” she says, and winks at the cute guy one table over.
"Come home," says Lex. “Right now,” and hangs up.
She didn’t get a chance to unpack, so it’s no bother.
At thirty thousand feet, she accepts her complimentary paper and pulls a face at the headline above the fold. Cranton Holdings Pulls Out Of $20 Billion Deal With LexCorp: Luthor Furious, she reads. She shakes her head, and frowns at the black and white photo of Lex Luthor in a crisp jacket, looking disgruntled.
He should know better, she thinks, and settles back in first class. Never trust investors.
She takes another look at the photo. Checks her email again. I need a solution, writes Lex, and Chloe knows how to read between the lines.
Chloe presses her call button.
She’ll deal better if she’s not sober when the plane lands.
*
As the plane lands
[engines; wings; skeleton; pilots; flight plan. you know how these things work]
Jarod grins. Leans back in his chair and rolls
[roll = bread; verb. you hate this language with its inconsistencies]
his shoulders. “Cabin crew please disarm doors,” he says. “All passengers please remain seated until the plane comes to a complete stop, and the seatbelt light has been switched off.”
He listens as the noises beyond the door indicate the passengers are [stupid. you didn’t spend two days in your thirty-first year simulating possible events and creating rules just so they could ignore advice. ungrateful, stupid] disregarding his instructions.
He brings the plane to a [blazing, final end. they’ll never find you because they’ll never stop looking] halt and disengages the seatbelt light.
As the plane empties, he picks up his cell and dials [a number written on the pads of your thumb and on your eyelids. you have no need of speed dial] his nemesis.
“Hello,” he says. [i love you i hate you i need you]
“Got lost?” she asks, and he [cries. screams] smiles.
“Just landed.”
“I always knew you were an alien,” she says. [but you know what she means]
*
There might be more drabbles later, but for now I have to go to bed. Much love to that Kathe person.