catko: (joe_s)
Title: The Red Caper
Fandom: Leverage
Exact Word Count: 500
Does each drabble have exactly 100 words?: Yes
Word/Prompt Used?: Red!

Nate peered at the wall screen. “We gotta get these guys,” he muttered. “But it won’t be easy. Scam a scammer, needs the right angle.”

“Story of our lives,” proclaimed Hardison, as he scrolled on the laptop. “With the number of innocent people these dudes have ripped off, we gotta get em good.”

“I always fancy Red Tiara. Valuable artifact, lost heirs, great fortune?” Sophie looked seductively at Nate. “Me, lapsed royal, just needing a small investment from my long lost cousin. Best, it’s direct. Just get the money from the mark. Easy peasy.” She twirled her hair, looking pleased.

“There’s also Red Gem. Work on their business greed. Set up a fake import-export business, talk these guys into investing with us…make off with their loot. I don’t know. These dudes are pretty tough, and there’s always that one dicey point in the con where you might just have to fight…” Nate rubbed his jaw, perhaps remembering past adventures.

“Well that’s no big, we got Our Man here! Just get him to see red!” Harrison slapped Eliot on the back, lurching him forward.

“I’ll show you red,” grunted Eliot, punching his right fist into his left hand, as Hardison grinned.

“We could always go to the classics. Sherlock Holmes, The Red Headed League. Keep the mark busy with some faked-up, well-paid gig based on one of his distinguishing characteristics, while you dig a tunnel under his office.”

“A tunnel?”

“Well, just a metaphor. In this case, it’d be ‘buy time; hack into their database and get the incriminating evidence.’”

“Ah.” Hardison nodded. “Now you’re speaking a language that I understand.”

“Of course a more modern, tried and true version of this is the Caribbean Cruise. But getting these dudes tickets for a junket just won’t do it in this case.”
“All right, focus.’ Sophie began pacing around the table. “What’ll it be. The Red Tiara, The Red Gem, or The Red-Headed League?”

Nate ticked off his fingers. “Red Tiara: Sophie gets to play royal, but it means singling one out from the others, yet working them all at the same time. Could be tricky, especially if they don’t trust each other much. Red Gem, takes product to set it up, and the aforementioned risky part. Red Headed League, keep ‘em busy while we get the evidence. More straightforward, but…not much glamour.” He looked at the others, who all shrugged half-heartedly.

Eliot glared. “Gad, I hate it when we can’t figure which plan to use. It’s like, we go in wishy-washy, it’s never gonna work out.”

Nate shrugged. “Here’s to letting fate decide. Or Parker, whichever comes first.” Just then, there was a rattle at the door and a a cheery “Yoo-hoo! Sorry I’m late, you wouldn’t believe the line at—What?” as she noticed they’d all turned to stare at her, open-mouthed. She paused. “It’s…just for fun. They call it ombre.” Quirking a grimace at their stunned expressions, she twirled awkwardly as her long, bright red hair spun out around her.
catko: (battle creek)
What would Russ and Holly have on their cel phones?

"Yikes, I'm late, gotta stop at the printer's on the way in. Let yourself out, okay?" Holly called over her shoulder as she downed the last swig of coffee, grabbed her phone off the counter, and headed toward the door.

Russ leaned out of the bathroom. "Hey!" he called.

She turned around to look at him. He winked, and her rather harried expression melted for a moment into a sweet smile. She waggled her fingers in a wave. "See you at the station."
Later, as she was pulling up at the printers, she felt an unfamiliar buzzing in her purse. Reaching in, she pulled out a vibrating phone and stared at it for a moment, puzzled. Seeing the text showing up on the lock screen with the picture of an old-style sneaker, definitely not hers, she rolled her eyes in exasperation and understanding.

--You got my phone. Unlock code is 2901.

She punched in the code and texted back:

--Sorry bout that. How did you unlck mine?
--5683? LOVE? Might as well be 1234.
--Whatev. What's yrs stand for?
--I'll tell u since have to change now anyway. Childhood address.
--Ah. Well I apreciate yr trust, I cld see all yr secrets.
--Look away. Got none.
--Yeah right, well no snooping on mine.
--K wont but some can't be unseen. Kittens. And how many weather apps do u need?
--I like weather. Anyway yrs is boring. No games, and what's with the sneaker pic?
--Tell you later. Im getting donuts for work, dont be late or youll miss em.

Holly tucked Russ's phone back into her purse and grinned at the thought of the day ahead.
catko: (Default)
What does Mrs. Wellick have on her phone? Disclaimer: I used Google Translate for the Danish and Swedish, so apologies for errors...

"Damn. Det er min telefon ikke fungerer."
Tyrell shrugged. "Få en ny." He reached in his pocket for his money clip while he scrolled through texts --someone's-- on his own phone.
She waved it at him. "Guld fon," she reminded.
He shrugged again, clicked his platinum-edged, E-Corp Black Card down on the brushed-metal kitchen counter, and strolled, still scrolling, to the wine rack.
"Foruden , jeg har alle mine apps og fotos. At kink site, er ikke let at få download link."
He looked over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "Back up?" he said.
"Farlige," she rejoined. "Disse fotos ... du ved selv hvor let det er at få dem.." She stood and moved to him, pressing her belly against his hip. "So ønsker du bare nogen lort hacker at se mig?"
He set his phone down and wrapped his arms around her. "Jag ska skydda dig."
She looked up him and blinked slowly. "Du kan prøve," she murmured, as she slipped out of his arms, tossed her phone on the counter, plucked up the credit card, and headed for the door.
Translate... )
catko: (Castle Martha)
These were for a "drabble tag" challenge at [ profile] womenverse where someone writes a drabble, then the next person chooses a three-word phrase from that story and uses it in their own. Rule: all stories must feature women characters, or be about a woman. So...

Castle, Sherlock BBC, Buffy, Firefly, Fringe )
catko: (Fringe Brain)
Drabble for[ profile] jjverse; JJ Abrams shows, had to use one of three randomly-generated words: equipment, announcer, reversal. I used them all!

Show: Fringe. Set just after 3:16, Os.

Peter found Walter muttering. "Osmium, lutecium, but how, how--"

"Walter." In his soothing-announcer voice. "Case is over. Let it go."

Walter stood, wild-eyed. "OVER? The search for knowledge is NEVER OVER; surely you realize…to alter the laws of physics! Defy Gravity! Turn Back Time! UNDO WHAT HAS BEEN DONE! Nothing can be 'let go.' I CANNOT LET IT GO!" He flailed, knocked over the equipment stand, beakers crashing. Peter grabbed him. "Walter!"

Walter crumpled, whispered. "It could be the key, Peter. To the reversal. Of everything."

Peter patted his back. "And we…keep moving forward, Walter. To ice cream, maybe?"

catko: (ff zoeicon2)

For this [ profile] fandomverse challenge--a bingo card of prompts. Drabbles and icons inspired by this gifset by hobanwashburnes. No warnings needed for the fic, I don't's all post-BDM, though, so if you're still among those who don't want to be spoiled for that, avoid. :)

Zoe Washburne FTW! )

sigtag scifi
catko: (S60 harmony)


The dull roar in his ears ebbed and hummed, punctuated by a clatter of silverware, a clash of platters. He stared at the woman across the table, concentrating on her lips, until her features seemed to distort into a rubbery wobble. Shook himself, hopefully imperceptibly, to focus on making a response.

Okay, done. Suddenly Danny is hurtling toward him. Lurch up to meet him, grabbed in a bear hug, feeling the surge of emotion. All he wants is to blubber out his pain. This is the answer--him and Danny. No crazy Christian ex-girlfriend, banquet table fodder, brought up at every damn seating at every damn charity event and awards show...

Uh-oh. Wait. Awards show. AWARDS SHOW?

Bigger.  )
catko: (S60 harmony)


Hotel room. What fresh hell could this be? That’s the thing with having a fucking secret. Everything becomes about that. Hiding, holding, waiting for it to ambush you, from the inside or the outside. That clutch of fear when you catch sight of a supermarket tabloid or see a blind item about a “notorious Hollywood partier.” The moment of panic when any one of a million celebrity bloggers swans over to you at a party. Expecting that every unexpected event will turn into the Big Reveal.

He puts the tape into the VCR, praying that it isn’t of him.

Bigger. )
catko: (dollhouse 001)
Title: Ghost and the Machine
Fandom/Characters: Dollhouse; Echo
Rating/Warning/Spoilers: PG; no warnings, no spoilers
Disclaimer: I don’t own, but I do enjoy.
Summary: 150 words; hints at a crossover. For [ profile] dollhousefics , challenge 001, "ghost."

She’s all body; pure feeling.  )
catko: (Ariel Bluerod)
Category: Firefly—Gen. Ariel. Rated PG.
Words: 100
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: For prompt #211 at [profile] ff_friday . It’s the last line.

He puts down the recorder, trying to hide his sudden nervousness. The good, warm feeling that had filled his chest at his success—and the thought of the reward money—chills in the fix of the Suit’s ice-blue stare.

He pushes down the rising, inexplicable panic with a small joke: “...didn’t do your job for you...” The second Suit strides forward, pulling something out of his breast pocket. A click; two blue rods flick out from either side of his fist. Some Alliance-type interrogation device? He tries another pleasantry. "I'm not even going to ask what you're doing with that." 

catko: (cordy narcissist)
Rating: PG
Category: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Words: 100
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: What did he write on that clipboard? Teacher's Pet. For [community profile] fantas_magoria. Icon by [personal profile] moscow_watcher.
Note: I had a hard time with this episode. But...I loved this scene.

catko: (saffron house)
Rated: PG
Category: Firefly—Gen. Saffron
Words: 160
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything.
Summary: For prompt ‘trash’ #210 on [profile] ff_friday. Set during--what else--“Trash.”

The Zone

Jul. 21st, 2008 12:22 pm
catko: (simon hands)
Title: The Zone
Author: catko
Category: Firefly; Simon
Rating: PG
Words: 100
Summary: Simon in a crisis. For the prompt "stop" at [profile] firefly100.
Disclaimer: Don't own

At MedAcad they called it "the zone." Time warps, slows to a liquid pace. The world turns blue, pulsating. The noise a dull throb. You with crystal clarity, thoughts directing actions. Your lips form words, can't hear your own voice. But you see the response; others move at your command. Suddenly, another warp; your body slows, the world speeds up. Heart grips, stomach heaves. Dumped back into reality. Screaming sounds, your hands shift…

Instantly, the alarms stop. Young doctor standing across from you, eyes wide. Another patient saved. Your focus shifts. River, Jayne, wheelchair. Ariel. Must get on with it.

catko: (book pray)

Author: catko
Category: Firefly; pre-series and Serenity, the episode
Rating: PG
Words: 200
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: Book says a prayer. For the prompt "sign" at  firefly100

Note: The idea was from

[profile] just_unravel, late one night.


catko: (Default)
Saw this in several places. Since this is my first foray, I thought something short and structured would be good to start. Kinda weak, but I swore not to edit.
1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it’s over. No lingering!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.

Fandoms = BSG, Dexter, Reaper, Angel, Buffy
Disclaimer = Don’t own anything.
Rating = PG

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