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[trinityvixen]

Stolen from anomilygrace and posted here for much the same reason as she posted it on her LJ: I anticipate having time to kill at work tomorrow and I rely on you all to entertain me.

Give me two characters from a fandom (or two different fandoms, that would be fun) I know of and I will tell you how their first kiss was.

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[viridian.livejournal.com]

Rose Tyler and Jack Harkness, their first REAL kiss once they met up again post Torchwood.

[ivy03.livejournal.com]

Batman and John Crichton! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

.... ::DIES::

Which Batman, though? Just because I assume that you mean Christian Bale doesn't mean you do. ::thinks of Adam West, vomits::

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's...so fucking incredibly hot.

Okay this supposes that Rose or Jack can move between dimensions. I think Rose has the greater motivation to move back to our universe, so let's go with that. Because I can totally picture this, I'm going to try and write it, not just describe it.

Aaaaaaaand scene!

Angrily, in his face, Rose growled, "You put me in a cell!"

"Consider yourself lucky. Most things that try to steal over the rift into our world get blown all to hell. I had to be sure it was you."

"That's not it," Rose shook her head. He put two fingers under her chin to lift her head and find her eyes with his. They were teary, still furious. "That's not why I'm here, is it?"

"No," he said, honestly, "I need you."

"I'm bait, yeah?"

Surprised, he nodded, attempting a smile. "Lovely bait, though." Shameless, a little sick at himself, he ducked his head to plant a soft, unobstrusive kiss on her lips. Just to stop her from biting them any more. Rose was the one to deepen it after a quick breath, pushing into him until his back was against the glass side of her cell. Her hands never left his face, and her tongue stayed firmly on his side of the mouth divide--punishing, a little desperate, unforgiving.

Surfacing for air only reluctantly, Jack shot her an earnest, winsome smile that didn't fade when she pulled a weapon from nowhere and put the business end against his temple.

"I'm sorry," she said, and laughed without humor. "You taught me this, actually." He had--never knew when a hidden bit of gunnery might save your life.

"You won't get far before I'm back on my feet."

"I know."

Rose's hand shook and she leaned in and kissed his forehead before she put a bullet through it.

[anomilygrace.livejournal.com]

Starbuck and Jayne Cobb.

:D

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

You fabulous person you. As I did for viridian, so shall I for you.

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"Whaddya mean 'cheat'?" From where he was looking, seemed like he'd put together 'nough of them funny symbols to make a right straight run. Except the word was 'colors.' Shoulda stuck to cheatin' at checkers--them rules was easiest.

"Means your cards are busted, friend." The blonde who'd been his only real competition--meanin' sure as shit she was cheating worse--smacked away his hand and a good third of his--well, hers if she was gonna make a case for it--winnings. "You made it this far, but you took out suckers. I'm not letting you take what's mine."

She flashed him her pointy teeth, making the smile that had seemed sweeter'n Kaylee's more fierce than anything he had seen on a woman. Sharp canines bit down on the stub of a cigar as she puffed out smoke into his face. "I got you beat." Which was a gorram lie 'cause she had maybe a pair.

"Always was a gentleman," Jayne groused, standing. On his feet, he was easily a foot over her head, and he liked that advantage. His hands were level with her face, made for the right kind of leverage as he grabbed her and hauled her up out of her seat by her chin.

As he slammed her back into the wall, several of her pilotin' friends jumped up, but none, he noticed, would move without her askin' for help and the look she was throwin' off meant she'd do no such thing.

"Gotta get something for my trouble," he said, plucking the cigar from her mouth and moving in for the kill. Even wheezing and breathless, this girl gave good face about it, scratching his tongue with her slick teeth but not biting as he kissed her. Gave him half a mast, the way she wriggled, powerful enough to hold herself up from choking by doin' pullups on his hand.

When he was done, he stepped back, flashed her that Cobb smile, knew he was beat and good by the wild look in her eyes.

"Jus' thought if you were gonna hit me, I ought to rightly deserve it."

She smiled, swished her tongue around her cheeks and spit full in his face. A few minutes later, Jayne had to admit it was a cracker of a distraction, as it allowed her to get her knees into his groin. Still hurt like a sumbitch, though.

"You got a name I can shout out sometime?" He gasped, choking on the pain in his privates.

Primly retrieving her dropped cigar butt, she sneered without menace, "I'd prefer to stay out of your masturbatory fantasies, thanks." She threw out an arm to haul him to his feet, though, which was kindly. When he was back to towering over her, something like frisky flashed in her eyes before dying a quick death. "Some other time, though, I might have given you that name."

"Yeah?" God but he loved fighters.

"Yeah," she said, sadly, and walked back to the table to collect her earnings.

[wellgull.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter and Princess Leia.

AND/OR

Ged and Lyra Silvertongue.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Okay, it took me a while to even remember who those last two were. I can't fic up the answers to these, but I can surmise.

I can more easily believe Harry ends up in the SW universe than the other way around, so he would be there as a result of the final battle with Voldemort (who is also secretly a Sith). He gets dropped smack dab in the middle of the first days of the New Republic where Princess Leia is President or whatever and pregnant and kicking a lot of ass at being totally in charge (THANK YOU, TIMOTHY ZAHN). Harry, recognized for his tremendous abilities when it comes to the force, studies with Luke (he's a Marty Stu, so sue me) and decides to assist the Republic-backed effort of rebuilding the Jedi schools. Grateful for the support, especially when they've no reason to trust him, Harry gets a bit of a crush on Leia and, chastely would kiss her once on the lips and probably cry. He's not Han, so he doesn't stand a chance. He'll then get distracted by red-headed bombshell Mara Jade and get over it in a hurry.

Ged and Lyra? Uh, well, I never finished the His Dark Materials, so let's assume she made it through those trials and jumped through a portal with William to Earthsea. Ged isn't grand high poobah at this point, he's still just travelling (he's beaten his shadow though and not picked up the priestess yet). He comes across them and tries to acquaint them with the world only after William makes it clear he is not welcome to his knife. Time enough passes and the three meet again just as Lyra is coming to that age where she's hormonal and curious, and more than a little enamored of her travelling buddy, so she practices on Ged for the kind of romance she wants from William. It will be a clumsy attempt, with more lip-squishing than kissing, but Ged will set her right.

[arcane-the-sage.livejournal.com]

I'm curious to see how you make this one work:

Cavil & Roslin

[viridian.livejournal.com]

GUH.

Can I link this to people? That was hot, and I can so see it. A slightly older Rose, having worked for Torchwood a few years. The girl's resourceful. She'd learn.

[anomilygrace.livejournal.com]

...I love you.

And I didn't even realise you had given me a Firefly/BSG crossover too until just now. :D

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Link away. I deserve praise! Heee, I'm glad you liked it. It's sort of a bastardization of a fic idea I had for Gwen helping the Doctor escape Torchwood whenever it is the two shall conflict. Basically, I had the idea that Gwen would shoot Jack, horrifying the Doctor, only to have him come back and she does it again to get away. But it hurts more if it's Rose doing it. She'll be harder for her life in the alternate dimension, and I like her better.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I do try. Glad you liked it. You picked good fandoms for me to write. They're fun and I can get the voices. And the characters, too, I hope.

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

WAH.

I-

WAH!

[viridian.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I really like that version of Rose. Hm. I may have to give writing that one a try. The one I tend to write is sweet and a little quirky and funny, but letting her grow up and change for that life... hm.

Now I wish she had gotten her own show as they'd planned.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

She wouldn't really! Not unless the Doctor were being threatened...which ,for the purposes of that meme, he sorta was, so, hmm, I guess she would. Glad it provoked a reaction.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Yes, make her anger-managed Rose. Tough Rose. She's great as is, but she could be like Ninth Doctor tough if she spent long enough at Torchwood. THat place fucks people up. THat lady at Torchwood 1 who became a cyber, Jack, Ianto...

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

I picture this happening while Laura Roslin is in detention for the first time. As a professed religious nutjob, she's a good foil for Cavil and an interesting counterpart to Ellen Tigh. I can't fic it because Laura Roslin is too awesome to ever capture without having Mary McDonnell right there making it a hundred times better, but I picture it as being something like this:

After Baltar makes his unsuccessful plea to win her to his side, Laura is processed and let go. A Brother Cavil is doing the processing, and she notices that this one is still wearing the garb of the priesthood. She makes a disparaging comment about how unsettling it is to see a priest in a prison--and what that usually indicates is about to happen to the prisoner--and he laughs and offers to give her his collar as she believes more handedly in the God or Gods than he does anyway. Ever the in-your-face minx, she holds out her hand for it and he hands it over without hesitation (you refuse Laura Roslin nothing, even if you are a Cylon). He drops a kiss on her hand, reverential, like you would do for the Pope or other such figure, snidely remarking that he ought to be calling her by an honorific. Laura would dead-pan that she would rather be dead than be revered among the Cylons. Cavil would tell her that that kind of talk is unbecoming a priestess--they are supposed to welcome all the penitent. Laura would say Cylons have no concept of humility as they have never suffered from their hubris--yet, and leave him.

Yes, there would be no lip kisses, but that one hand kiss is important to a theological standpoint, so it counts.

[trinityvixen.livejournal.com]

Okay, let's do this. Set somewhere towards the end of season 2 of Farscape.

It's one thing to be crazy and quite another to know you are. John was getting rather used to the idea and the strange id-born visions and delusions. Of course, there was Harvey, but that he was getting used to, like a floater on his vision. He liked it when his subconscious could be a little more creative.

Like today. He'd been taking something apart a panel in his room for no reason at all and had put down a spanner with his left hand only to pick up a Scooby Snack when he went back for it.

"Oh good, I like I cartoons," he said aloud. Rygel had probably floated by at that exact point, but what he saw was Orko. He waved. "How's life in Eternia treating you?" Rygel-Orko jazzied his way out in a hurry. He checked around for Harvey, and, yep, sure enough, he was there, too. Harvey waved back genially using a giant mantis' foreclaw.

"How's it going, Harv?"

"Not so well, John. I seem to have turned into a giant insect."

"That happens out here." His gaze dropped to the animated dog biscuit in his hand and found he was wearing gloves that went to his elbows. Gloves with little flanges and everything. "Get out!"

He popped up and ran to the mirror, sprinting past desert locales, several hallways worth of doors, outer space--okay, that was normal--until he found the mirror. Batman cheerfully waved in unison with him when he moved his arm. He was the Dark Knight, 1960s style, his favorite. In the reflection, there was even a Robin--short-shorts and all--right at his side, fists on his girly hips.

How could he resist? "You are gorgeous." He leaned over and bussed his mirror image. Raising his shoulders, he addressed his sidekick, "Come, Robin! To the Batmobile!" And dashed out to find his module--even if it were only for the lenght of this delusion, it would be worth it to sit in the Batmobile.


There you go. Batman as a Crichton fever dream. He would have been gone too early to appreciate the newer stuff.