I went on a mad Sabretooth icon rave;

I live in drabble land- a fic dedicated to my new couple Morgan/Lester.

Title- It was soft.
Rating- It has a swear word in it, and two blokes kissing.
Warning- This is slash, takes place in series two, episode 18.
Disclaimer- I don't own Chuck or any of the characters- if I did this couple would be canon.



It had been quick, and a bit messy. We had both turned left, and our noses bashed. Lester wasn't very good at kissing, not that I'm a pro myself, but I'm sure we both made up for it in effort- which is where is got messy. Apart from that it wasn't bad; Lester was small, like Anna, in my arms, he made the same noises too, well maybe everyone makes the same ones- I don't have that much experience. And our beards rubbed- which was interesting. I liked his hair, it was soft.

I mean Anna is mega hot in a Buffy The Vampire Slayer sort of way, but Lester is quite nice in a skinny, small Rodney McKay sort of way- he's a jerk, he bitches, but it's appealing. Except Lester isn't a genius. Except at Zelda, and maybe at Street Fighter. Also, Lester has nicer hair. And more of it too.

The kiss got awkward when I reached up to fondle breasts which weren't there. If Lester had pulled back any faster he would have got whiplash or something. He cried out really loudly, 'I'm not a woman' but his voice was so high, it made the comment seem a little, well, stupid. He stormed off, and drank beer with Jeff all night- probably reassuring his manliness.

So the kiss didn't turn out that good, but that doesn't mean my heart doesn't speed up when I think of it. Or that my hands didn't get sweaty when he smiled at me after calling him Les.

I have to say, it was a pretty awesome bachelor party.

Title- Charming man, Chapter Two.
Rating- Still rather pg
Summary- Ducky and his new friend go out to lunch.
Notes- I wrote this chapter in a bit of a rush, sorry!


I flushed slightly, my story abruptly halting. His eyes had stayed focused intently on me since I had started it, not even drifting off me a little. Barely blinking. A small smile unwavering on his lips. All the time stroking his knife, making me nervous.

“I'm not boring you, am I? If so just say a I'll sto-”

His hand darted out to brush mine, his knife clattering noisily on the table,

“Not at all Dr Mallard, in fact I find you interesting,” his eyes slipped down to what must have been my neck, causing my shoulders to twitch up a little, his smile grew, “very interesting.”

I blushed,
“You can call me Ducky, my friends always do.”

“Of course,” his head cocked sideways, “Ducky, now as a friend I wish to hear the end of the story.”

“Ah well, it was two in the morning, my friend Robert was Directing traffic, Les emptying his bladder in the most unsuitable place, and me without my shoes. So who are we to meet but the.....”

As I continued my story about meeting the French Major, I noticed Hannibal's eyes were no longer on me, but looking at his knife, which he was once again stroking. He was softly mouthing the word 'friend'.




The elevator jerked slightly, causing me to lose my balance and grab Hannibal's arm. I looked up at him and smiled,

“Thank you for lunch, it was very kind.”
“Nothing between friends.”

He smiled at that word, drawing it out slightly. I think he liked the idea, truthfully I did too. This small, sleek man intrigued me, charmed me. The elevator door opened, and we began to exit into the autopsy, when a new, young agent ran into me, causing me to almost topple backwards, and putting far too much pressure on my bad leg. Thank God I was still holding onto Hannibal's arm. I blushed, realising he may have been waiting for me to let go before. But not any more; he was now gripping me tightly. Almost painfully. The young agent in the elevator glanced up, and snarled,

“Watch it”,

and then press the up button. We stood and watched the doors close, and then Hannibal helped me to my chair in the autopsy. I looked up at his face, it was scrunched in rage, his eyes burning dangerously. Fists clenched. He looked at me,

“How rude the young are, they will never learn.”

A queer smile twisted its way onto his face, and he glanced towards the elevator,

“Never learn.”

Title- Charming Man
Rating- If I continue might be naughty.
Summary- Surprise Crossover. Jethro pushes Ducky too far, and they end their relationship. This leaves Ducky vulnerable to the charm of surprise crossover man.

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“Hey boss, we have got a real cool- horrible, horrible case here”

DiNozzo deserved the slap- there was no such thing as a 'cool' case- however, I didn't deserve the admonishing glare from Ducky. He was mad at me, no, I think furious was more the word; I had met this redhead at a bookshop, and she had looked at me coyly, a smile drifting on her face and a small part of me thought 'It might work this time, she could be different'. I went on a date with her, and had spent the whole night looking it her brown eyes, wishing they were blue. This didn't matter to Ducky. Why should it.

*“It is too late, Jethro! I have waited for too long, I've hurt for too long. Please leave. I will never be able to give you up if I see even an hint of something more than lust in your eyes. So leave, it is too late. Please.”*

His voice was no more than a broken whisper. I wish he had screamed. Been angry that night. I can deal with that. I can't deal with a voice full of pain, and shattered blue eyes. I had broken something so very valuable. Something that couldn't be fixed easily. Ducky.

I must get back to the case.

“What is so different about this case?”

“The victim was a male Caucasian, in his late twenties-”

“What is so unique about that?”

“- If I would be allowed to continue, you would find out. He was killed from major blood loss, caused by the removal of his left arm, several parts of his upper right arm and right wrist being cut. The cuts were done precisely and with great skill. It was done by a professional.”

“Well, che-”

“There are no prints, DNA.. The crime is almost perfect, except from a small piece of fabric, which I am just about to sent to Abby.”

With that, he turned sharply and limped to the elevator. DiNozzo was gaping,

“Boss, what was that all about? I mean Ducky, he was..... and you were.......”

“You got something to say DiNozzo?” My tone of voice clearly said, 'If you do, keep it to yourself!'


-In Autopsy-

Even looking at him hurt. Made me ache. I was too tired. I felt so old. It was really my fault, I had ended the relationship. I couldn't take it any more. I was so surprised when I found out- even I have limits. I thought that I could withstand anything just to feel him touch me. Look at me lovingly. To be with me.

I have to stop thinking of Jethro.

I looked down at the poor man lying on the slab. He was so young. I wonder if he had a family.
“What an awful way to die, my boy. Painful. Right now I feel as if I can relate. But I'm foolish. Of course dying is more painful than... well yes. I better get that evidence up to Abby”

I turned to get the evidence bag and was shocked to find a man standing very closely behind me.

“Oh, I'm dreadfully sorry, I didn't hear you come in! Do you work here?”

“I'm a psychiatrist, sent to help profile the killer.”

“Ah, welcome. I'm the Medical Examiner.”

“You were talking to the body. Why is that?”

I laughed; the man definitely a psychiatrist,

“Well death is an extremely traumatic experience, and one does not want to appear rude, by ignoring someone who has gone through this”

The man smiled slightly, his stare still focused entirely on me.

“You have an English accent, are you?”

“No, Scottish, however I did attend Eton and I have never seemed to be able to lose the accent.”

I felt like I was being interrogated. I switched the conversation topic to him.

“Your accent is odd. I would guess Lithuanian, but with the more nasal tones of French. However there are the distinct syllables of Japanese, have I guessed correctly?”

The man was smiling freely now, his eyes softened.

“Entirely, you are very observant. Intelligent.”

I was instantly charmed by the soft spoken man.

“Thank you!”

The man removed one of his hands from behind his back, he was holding a scalpel.

“This was on the floor, where does it go?”

I frowned; I don't remember dropping any scalpel, but I have been distracted today.

“Oh, just put it on the table. And I have been so rude! I'm Donald Mallard, however call me Ducky.”

I looked at him questioningly. He smiled and extended his hand out to me to shake.

“Hannibal Lector.”

Fandom: Original

Character Name: Bernard Lane

Brief background of character: Also Normal- Went to high school and did well. However didn't go to University. Joined the Police Force, and rose the ranks steadily. Had a wife named Suzie, and a daughter named Meredith, however both are now deceased(well kind of); his daughter died in a car accident, this made him mentally unstable, and because of this his wife left, for some reason he now believes her dead. Now he barely talks, goes out on massive walks with his black whippet Adder (It was due to their dogs that Bernard started to talk to Kevin) which causes him to go missing from work for large periods of time. The only reason he has his job is because he is old friends with the Chief Superintendent. (And they live in a rather small village, not much crime happens until the start of my story, so it doesn't really matter if he can't work- relying completely on the fact that the Superiors don't find out). Is 51 years old. Too scared to drive a car so walks mostly.

Character's position or job: DI- Detective Inspector Lane

Strengths/Skills: Used to be rather smart, has kind of lost it right now. Plays the trombone rather well. He used to have a lot of skills but doesn't have an interest in much now. Sews.

Are these skills typical of the fandom? If not, why?: No, because he probably shouldn't have the job!

Weaknesses/Bad habits: Mentally Unstable, violent if provoked, mood swings, really needs emotional stability, which takes the form of Kevin. Is mostly silent, in some ways bottling feeling up.

Distinctive features, if any: Wears grubby clothing, needs a shave, and a haircut, looks like he doesn't take after his self, a bit skinny- gaunt, dark shadows around eyes. Always carries round a little cloth doll and his dog.

Hair: Long, grey/white/blonde hair. Falls over face.

Eyes: Brown- look a little glazed most of the time.

Are these features unique in the fandom?: Not sure.

How does your character get on with those around him/her?: The Detective Sergeant Elliot Kennedy dis-likes him, because he feels Bernard doesn't deserve to be Inspector in his current state (rightly so! Don't worry DS Kennedy won't be a 2-D character, designed to be hated, he is quite nice but likes to be quite by-the-book). Superintendent cares for him and pities him, however she sometimes feels annoyed that she is risking everything she has worked for (her career) for him. Kevin loves him, but the mood swings and 'temper tantrums' are starting to grow on his nerves.

NOTE- I don't want to make Bernard one of those annoyingly angsty characters, but still want to show he is really messed up. I'm not wanting everyone to feel sorry for him all the time, because he can be a right b*stard sometimes! I think I'm going to have work hard in making sure Bernard doesn't become just a sob story- because he is a nice guy. And I do love him. (Does that made me sad?)

Fandom: Original

Character Name: Kevin Hanson

Brief background of character: Normal- Went to highschool and did well, went to University and studied psychology. Joined the Police Force, and rose the ranks quickly. Has a wife Rachael, and a son named Tommy. (Who has just started school) Has a black russian terrier called Hamish, which is important to the plot. Is 40 years old.

Character's position or job: DCI- Detective Chief Inspector Hanson

Strengths/Skills: Is very smart, does yoga. Doesn't drink.

Are these skills typical of the fandom? If not, why?: DCIs tend to be quite smart, well they should be!

Weaknesses/Bad habits: Smoker, can be very cocky, because he is so smart. Cracks joints. Can't find much time for family due to job.

Distinctive features, if any: No physical ones, however is strangely close to his Inspector: Bernard Lane.

Hair: Black, receeding slightly. Slicked back (to hid that it is wavy). Graying at temples.

Eyes: Grey.

Are these features unique in the fandom?: Nope.

How does your character get on with those around him/her?: He loves his son dearly, but never has time for him, due to his job, this has made him quite awkward around his son. His love for his wife has diminished, because of the amount they fight. Loves her like a friend. Although him and his Inspector didn't like each other at the start, he now loves him extremely, they live together, and are lovers but not in the having sex way- they share a bed, they do everything together- they don't feel they need sex at this point, the most they have done is kiss. Grudgingly respects his Chief Superintendant. Is fond of his Sergeant, however is irratated by him too, due to the Sergeant's initial hate of the Inspector.

Why do I keep drawing? No one knows! The is Ray Carling, ASHES TO ASHES style not life on mars!
I do not claim to be good at drawing.






Why do I continue?

T'is tres cute, I was digging through her maths jotter and found it!




Awwww.

I found it in her french Jotter, when I was looking how to say I can in french.

The made me squee for about an hour...hope you like.....

I don't claim to be good at drawing...

This is the censored version, there is one which isn't though... (I don't claim to be good at drawing)

This was inspired by an odd dream..... (I don't claim to be a good artist..)

The is the companion to my Morse one.... Hope you like! (I don't claim to be a skilled artist)

I have never claimed to be good at drawing, but I do love Morse.

I do not claim to be good at drawing.

I wrote this in English, I was meant to be reading Macbeth. I fixed it in Biology. You’ll come to find I often write a drabble every day at school. Sorry.

Title- English Drabble.
Disclaimer- You know the drill
Pairing- Gibbs/Ducky
Rating- PG
Summary- Death-fic, but a sweet one. Kind-of.

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The report says the day Jethro Gibbs died, was a Monday. It was sunny. Some felt too sunny. I thought it was oddly fitting. He wanted to be dead. They say he died, when he shot himself in the head, but I’ve seen the footage. He was smiling when he did it, the first time since ‘it’ had happened. When he shot himself in the head, he had never looked so alive. There was hope in his eyes.

Jethro Gibbs really died the Saturday before, in a hospital bed, with his lover Ducky. It rained that day.

A tiny drabble. By me, done in history class, fixed in French.

Disclaimer- I do not own these adorable characters, but I wish I did.
Title- Forever
Rating- PG
Summary- A wee drabble. A bit pointless, but better than history class.
Pairing- Ducky/Jethro

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Tenderly brushing soft locks of hair away from sapphire eyes, crinkled with love, just for him. Always for him. He lent forward, head light, shallow breathing echoing. His lips brushed over his lover’s ear. A familiar scent washed over him. He was home. He managed to choke out one word breathlessly.

“Forever”

It was all that was needed.