|Four mysterious keys.
||[Dec. 29th, 2013|12:34 pm]
Twelve Days of Christmas Challenge!
Fandom: Blake's 7
Word Count: 100
Summary: Vila tries to explain his love of old keys to Avon.
“I love old keys,” Vila said conversationally.
Avon paused, torn between the impulses of ignoring-Vila and saying-something-withering-to-Vila. Frustratingly, both impulses usually led to the same thing, which was Vila continuing to talk so he chose ignoring-Vila as it didn’t involve using oxygen.
“No, really. They’re amazing,” Vila said. “Don’t you think they’re like magic? You’ve got these different shapes, such little bumps that are hardly even noticeable and yet you have to have the right one, if you don’t have the right one it doesn’t work. Seriously, you don’t think that’s amazing?”
“Shut up, you fool,” Avon said, almost affectionate.
Fandom: Jonathan Creek
Word Count: 116
Summary: Maddy admires Jonathan's key collection.
“Jonathan,” Maddy said, her voice full of bafflement. “Why in hell do you have a drawer full of keys?”
Jonathan gave her an offended look.
“Keys are very useful,” he said. “You never know when you might need them for a lock.”
“You never use keys!” Maddy snorted, running her fingers through the drawer. “You always use your lockpicks like the burgeoning criminal you are.”
Jonathan gave her a hurt look which she ignored.
“They look good in a show,” he said, huffily. “Leave them alone, please. They’ve all been well organised, I don’t need you messing them up like some sort of out of control hurricane … ”
Maddy threw the drawer at his head.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 120
Summary: Zoe really should have ignored Jamie when he asked what the key did ...
“Here Zoe, what do you think this does?”
Looking back at it, Zoe probably ought to have told Jamie to put the strange, twisted key down and not to be so silly. They didn’t need to know what the key did. It wasn’t likely to be important at all.
But unfortunately, she hadn’t said that. And that was why they were now locked in some tiny room in the TARDIS, her basically sitting astride Jamie’s hips, trying to avoid getting squashed and hoping the Doctor would rescue them soon.
“This,” she told him. “Is your fault.”
“Och, it’s not really,” Jamie said defensively.
Zoe gave him a look.
They had to wait another two hours before the Doctor found them.
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Word Count: 185
Summary: Buffy tries to understand her feelings about Dawn.
It was difficult, to look at Dawn at the moment.
She had to, of course. She had to make sure nobody suspected what Dawn was. She had to treat Dawn just as normal, like she was still just Buffy’s annoying little sister …
But she wasn’t. It was in Buffy’s head, swirling round and round. A Key. Dawn was a Key. She hadn’t existed until a few months ago.
Buffy thought of all her memories of Sunnydale. Of bribing and begging Dawn to keep secrets when she was slipping out, Dawn’s fear about Ted, trying to protect her from Angelus, from Faith, from everything awful that had been in this town.
But they were all fake. Dawn hadn’t existed then. They had never really happened.
Except they had happened. Because Buffy remembered them. If she remembered them, they had to be kind of real, right? She remembered years of presents and late night whispers and teaching Dawn how to use make up and movie nights and everything else too. They were real. Even if they weren’t.
Whatever else Dawn was, she was still Buffy’s sister.