I wanted to write fanfic, didn't have much time on account of the assignment deadline that's ... ooh!  Look!  Only 2 days away!  25 word fics, inspired by the CSFic challenge.  A couple of 50 word mini-epics.  All characters are the property of their respective owners/creators/companies.  Sex swearing and spoilers (mostly for Buffy and Angel, seasons 6 and 3).

Angel
Boston Public
Buffy
Dark Angel
Enterprise
Voyager
West Wing
a sorta Voy/Ent parody thing
 

Angel

Cordy/Angel
Visions, migrains, cosmetics, a sometimes-false smile. Cordelia is beautiful, brittle, suffering.
He may as well love her.
At this stage, it wouldn't make much difference.

Darla, season 3
Mexico had alcohol, blood and violence.  The foetus fed on it all.  It absorbed and waited.
Soon, it would be due.
The world would bleed.
 
 

Boston Public

Harper
He'll die young: heart disease, stroke, a stress related illness, and the people who don't understand will say he had nothing to show for it.

Ronnie Cooke (speculative)
She is a lawyer, and she is good: successful, wealthy, beautiful, but now she feels like she's dying.  Escape is a school, and she runs.
 
 

Buffy

post "The Gift"
It's a summer ritual: slay a little, play a little, recover from what's gone before.
It's different this year.
Willow has a resurrection to plan.

Willow/Tara
Like Venus.  Round and soft, special.  Hips and curves.
Power.  Shimmering light.
Slow smiles and quiet, hidden jokes.
This is how Willow thinks of Tara.

Drusilla
Little worms, nibbling at corpses.  Nasty worms, hurting my friends.
"But they're not friends now, Dru," Angelus says.
"You drained them, remember?"
Oh.  I forgot.

Willow, "Bargaining"
Her parents once took her to see Bambi.
She cried when Bambi's mother died.
The fawn's blood was power, warm and intoxicating on her hands.
 
 

Dark Angel

Max
Life's not that hard.  Strength, speed, a SWAT team tailing me.
But sometimes…
I'm sitting up high, and I could jump so easily.
So easy.
 
 

Enterprise

Archer
He doesn't hate the Vulcans, but he remembers his father, an old man, disappointed, dying.
T'Pol watches him, unsmiling.
It's too soon to forgive them.

T'Pol/Tucker
He'd forgotten about touch telepathy when he touched her skin. They shared a powerful bond.
There was no logic in lust.  She embraced it anyway.
 
 

Voyager

the "Endgame" timeline
"I love her, Kathryn," he says.  "I've never loved anyone like this before."
Liar, she thinks.
"I'd be happy to perform the ceremony," she says.

Chakotay/Seven
She prepares the meal carefully: salad, pasta, wine.  It is perfection.
He tells her it was a mistake.  He says he's sorry.
Perfection was insufficient.

Janeway/Chakotay
"Chakotay, I love you.  I want to marry you, and have your children, and spend every day basking in your love."
"Kathryn … really?"
"No."

J/m, post "Endgame".  A 50 word mini-epic.
She drank whiskey, neat.
"They want me to be perfect," she said.
"You're not perfect."
"I hope not."
She was a bitter drunk, hard and unhappy.
"I'm just so tired," she said.
Intoxicated and intoxicating, she took him home.  She never told him her name.
He didn't need to ask.

J/C.  Another mini-epic.  Grown up language.
Hungover, sick, tired.
Damn cider.  Damn Chakotay.
Headache.
Hangover.
Hypospray!
Repicator.
Living area.
Goddamn.  Out of bed, then.
Stagger out. It's not really spinning.
Living area.
"Lights."
Too bright!
"Dim lights, twenty-five percent."
Better.
Replicator.  Coffee.  Hypospray.  Just get to the replicator.
"Need this?" asked Chakotay.
Naked.
My quarters.
Fuck.
 
 

The West Wing

Josh Lyman: White House manslut
"Josh, You should ask Joey out," said Donna.
"You should ask Donna out," said Joey.
"Where are you going?" they asked.
"To ask Sam out."

Abbey Bartlet
In the beginning, he promised that I wouldn't be a pretty, useless political wife.
He made a lot of promises.
They call me "Mrs Bartlet."
 
 

And an ENT/VOY parody that comes perilously close to being actorfic, if not actual defamation

"You and Jolene Blalock?  In the decontamination chamber?"
"Jeri, honey, cuddlepie, leola root ... you don't understand ... I was helping Jolene rehearse..."
"Naked?"
"It was an undress rehearsal?"
 

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