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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, maybe find a creative alternative?) (Only if you want to and haven't already.)
Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and a prompt if you feel like leaving one. I will do it all, if I know the fandom (if I don't I will give it a shot but don't expect it to be perfect or anything.)
1.suerum Jason/Spinelli, Sonny - GH
2.damion_starr Tallahassee/Columbus - Zombieland
3.ktrisha Greg Sanders/Jack Harkness - CSI/Torchwood
4.yaoibatman Ben/Riley - National Treasure
5.elenielofnarnia Tommy/Merton - Big Wolf On Campus
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Thoughts From Me: Please write the pairing/fandom, and a prompt if you feel like leaving one. I will do it all, if I know the fandom (if I don't I will give it a shot but don't expect it to be perfect or anything.)
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suerum Jason/Spinelli, Sonny - GH2.
damion_starr Tallahassee/Columbus - Zombieland3.
ktrisha Greg Sanders/Jack Harkness - CSI/Torchwood4.
yaoibatman Ben/Riley - National Treasure5.
elenielofnarnia Tommy/Merton - Big Wolf On Campus6.
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Cold - Pt 1
He isn’t talking to himself, as some might venture to believe. But rather to the unconscious heap of a man he’s dragging back to camp. He has every right to complain. For one, its fucking cold out – snowing even – and they could both be sitting by the heater in the house they’d been squatting in for the last week, but, no… And, more importantly than the freezing temperatures, he’s worried.
Tallahassee had gone out sometime late last night and had still been gone when they’d all woken up. The girls were back at the house, still, waiting for him to return from his scouting mission of the areas nearby.
The older man has a broken arm, Columbus dares to assume, given the obscure angle it’s hanging at. He’s beaten and bloodied, but –and Columbus is thanking anyone who is listening for this fact – not bitten. He’s colder than Columbus is, given how icy his skin feels, and Columbus finds himself wondering what the hell could have happened to him out in the post-zombie-apocalypse world that would explain it.
“Fuck.” Columbus growls, as he trips over a rock and falls back. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
Tallahassee is no help – he’s knocked out or in shock or in some state that is not conductive to moving his ass back to the house.
“What the hell were you thinking, anyway? Going out in the middle of the night with no supplies, now weapons. Fucking idiot.”
Finally, another hour later, he makes it back. They’re both freezing and soaked from the snow, but Wichita and Little Rock have the heat going on high for them and after rounding up supplies, the girls leave him to the task of getting Tallahassee back to his usual badass self.
Within the depths of Tallahassee’s bag – tossed on the floor beside Columbus’ own – he finds a change of clothes for the older man. He quickly goes about drying himself off and changing into the warmest things he can find for himself, and then sets about his appointed task.
Cold - Pt 2
“Going to fucking freeze to death.” Columbus mumbles as he methodically dries the elder off. It is midway through this task, unfortunately, that Tallahassee wakes up.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing, Ohio?” Tallahassee demands, trying to sit up. Despite the murderous look in his eyes, Columbus shoves him back down. “You really want me to punch you, huh?”
Columbus somehow manages to keep him in place. “Try it. Have fun breaking your arm some more. I’m sure that will feel great.” He tells the other man.
Tallahassee stills and his eyes fall on his disfigured arm. “Well, shit. That does hurt.”
“Can I finish drying you off before you go all hypothermic on us?” He questions.
Tallahassee grabs the towel from the younger. “I can fucking dry myself off, thank you very much.” Somewhat incredulously, he uses his non-broken arm to shove Columbus away and then get to his feet. He sways, obviously not up to such a task just yet. He starts to fall back, but Columbus keeps him mostly upright.
“Yes, you’re very convincing.” He sits Tallahassee down again. “By the way, what the hell were you thinking?”
“Hell, it wasn’t my fault. I was trying to protect your sorry ass. A bunch of thugs showed up on my watch in the middle of the night. I chased them off.”
Columbus raises a curious eyebrow. “And?”
“And so maybe there were more of them than I originally thought.” The elder grumbled. “Just hurry up with your first-aid so I can go back to sleep.”
Columbus does as asked, gets Tallahassee as dry as he can before helping him into warm clothes and bracing his arm with whatever supplies they have. “There.” He says, finally, when all is done.
Tallahassee is already moving for the bed, slowly, and Columbus follows suit. “What now?” He grumbles, when Ohio sits down beside him, and shifts his way under the covers of the bed, too.
“Just shut up and go to sleep.”
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