Story [Multiple Fandoms] Drabbi's General Drabbles - 12/31: Midnight Visitor (L&O:CI)

This thread will be for all my drabbles that aren't written for an Ultimate Drabble Challenge and that don't feature Doctor Who, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel, or Star Wars. The use of "general" in the title refers to the possible breadth of fandoms; there will be a pairing or three in there somewhere.


As of December 31, 2009, the following fandoms are represented:

Absolutely Fabulous
Babylon 5
The Big Bang Theory
Blake's 7
Crusade
Dallas
Days of Our Lives
Discworld
Due South
The Dukes of Hazzard
Law & Order: Criminal Intent
Olympic Mascots
The Pretender
The Producers
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Quantum Leap
A Series of Unfortunate Events
The Simpsons
South Park
Star Trek
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Star Trek: The Animated Series
Star Trek: The Next Generation
Star Trek: Voyager
Superman
TaleSpin
30 Rock
The X-Files

 

Title: Flying Heist
Fandom: TaleSpin
Rating: G
Notes: This was for Miana's "Talk Like a Pirate Day" challenge.


As the dirigible rose above the clouds, the guests all moved starboard to watch the sunset. Consequently, nobody realized anything was amiss until the portside hatch was blasted off its hinges.

A figure in a smart blue uniform strode through the hole. "Hello all you swanky peoples! Tonight you have the distinct pleasure of enjoying the convivialiness of Don Karnage! So if you'll put your valuable items in these bags, we can have a minimalism of fuss, yesno?"

"Do you know who I am?" a large pachyderm of a woman demanded.

"No, but maybe if you hum a few bars?"

 

You are amazing! I was beyond happy to find this! I had this kiddish grin on my face when I saw the fandom, and well it was cool. This was my favorite show when I was probably 3-5 and I had to watch it everyday.

I really enjoyed the drabble and you definitely got Don Karnage down to a T. I'm looking forward to the next drabble and seeing what fandom it is!

Take Care,
C1

 

Thanks, now I few old. I watched a few of his episodes on DVD before I wrote it to remind myself of his speech patterns. Now, from deep in the archives, I think this was my first stab at an X-Files drabble.

Title: Her New Partner
Fandom: The X-Files
Originally Posted: 26 April, 1997
Notes: This is an AU of the pilot. If the punchline confuses you, Wikipedia can help.


Dana knew she wasn't going to like this. "Morning, Agent Scully," the Director said. "We've decided to transfer you out of the lab."

"May I ask why?"

The Director hesitated. "I'm pairing you with another agent. What do you know about Agent Elder?"

Dana shook her head. She'd been right. "Only what I've heard. The other agents don't want to work with him. They call him 'Spooky'."

At that moment, her new partner walked through the door. Dana failed to hide her astonishment.

"Hello. I'm Box Elder," he chirped. "I take it you've never worked with a giant insect before."

 

The website for the 1998 Winter Games had a section where kids "age 5-85" could submit stories. Seemed like a drabblin' opportunity to me.


Title: The Snowlet Impostor
Fandom: Olympic Mascots
Originally Posted: 17 November, 1997

The five snowlets looked from one to another. They all knew one was false, but who knew which?

"I'm Sukki," the first said. "I represent fire and am very passionate."

"I'm Nokki," the next said. "I'm like the wind, flighty and curious."

"I'm Lekki. I'm the snowlet of earth, calm and centered."

"I'm Tsukki, the water snowlet. I'm musical and romantic."

"And I'm Fakki," the last said. "I represent... chocolate, and... I'm sweet and everyone loves me."

At last, the snowlets knew the impostor.

* * *

The snowlets watched Lekki pacing outside the window. "The snowlet of dirt, he said!" they chorused.

 

Title: Cold and Wet
Fandom: Quantum Leap
Originally Posted: 17 April, 1997


Sam opened his eyes. Doctors and nurses were hovering over him. I'm on an operating table, he thought.

He tried to move his arms and legs, to get up, but he was held fast. Panic rose as he struggled. It worsened as he began to feel cold, wet, and rather slimy.

Suddenly, he was free. He could move, but he still felt cold and wet. His joy vanished when he realized he'd been hoisted into the air and held upside-down. Then came the slap.

* * *

Never in the doctors' experience had a baby's first cry sounded so much like "Oh boy!"

 

Title: Avon's Apostle
Fandom: Blake's 7
Originally Posted: 26 May, 1998
Notes: Set after "Deliverance"

"Sometimes I don't understand you, Avon," Gan said.

"That I believe."

"I agree with Gan," Vila added.

"As if I care. Some out there consider me a god."

"So you've been reminding us for three weeks," Cally moaned.

"I couldn't do it," Vila said.

"Do what?"

"Leave a woman behind like that."

"That's where you and I differ," Avon said.

* * *

Avon knocked twice, then entered his room.

"Greetings, Lord Avon," Meegat said. "How was your day?"

"Like every other."

"I'm sorry. Lie down and let me make it all better."

Avon smiled. "Can you wear the butler's uniform?"

"Absolutely, Avon."

 

Title: Certain Concessions
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Originally Posted: April 9, 1998


"Who's coming again?" Riker asked.

"I don't know," Picard admitted.

The transporter sparkled as two figures appeared. One was Bolian, the other a human Picard remembered too well.

"Rasmussen."

"Hello, Captain. Been taking care of my ship?"

"Your ship?" Riker yelled.

The Bolian stepped forward. "I am Mister Rasmussen's attorney. Following your excessive actions against my client, Starfleet agreed to make certain concessions to avoid a lawsuit."

"Excessive?" Riker gasped.

"Concessions?" Picard asked.

"Precisely," the lawyer said. "Chief among them was the Enterprise."

Rasmussen chuckled. "I won't make everyone call me 'Sir,' just command staff. And about this color scheme..."

 

Title: Faster, Higher, Stronger
Fandom: The Pretender
Originally Posted: 23 January, 1999

Miss Parker let the empty parcel fall to the floor, and dangled the medallion by its ribbon. "What is this?"

Broots tensed. "It's an, ahh, an Olympic gold medal."

"I can see that. But why would Jarod send it to us and where did he get it?"

"Umm, he won it, apparently."

"He won it."

"In the Olympics."

"You're telling me Jarod took part in the Olympics, an event with the highest profile in the world, and not one person in the entire Centre noticed?"

Broots grinned sheepishly. "Well, ahh, you gotta admit, Miss Parker, fencing doesn't get much coverage."

 

The Pretender! Get out! That was great. The only trouble I could see is I need more. I'm a huge fan of the Pretender. So if you ever get the inkling to write more, please drop me a PM.

 

I've done... eleven of them: ten between '98 and '01, some of which I won't be able to post here (they had real people in them); and one last year that's in the other thread. [That last one moved it ahead of B7 and X-Files.]

 

Title: Under My Skin
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine
Setting: During "His Way"
Originally Posted: April 28, 1998

Jadzia laughed to herself as she brushed her hair. "I've got you under my skin," she sang aloud. "I've got you deep in the heart of me."

Worf looked up, from the bed, vaguely annoyed.

"So deep in my heart, that you're really a part of me," Jadzia continued. "I've got you under my skin."

"I still prefer Klingon opera," Worf said.

"That's nice dear, but I wasn't singing for you." She smiled at him.

"Then who, Jadzia? Who were you singing for?"

"Dax, silly. I was singing for Dax." She giggled to herself. "I've got you under my skin."

 

Title: Road Trip
Fandom: The X-Files
Originally Posted: April, 1997


Dana wanted to cry, to scream, to run away. But she had had little choice, really. The Bureau had denied her flight voucher; the trip wasn't an emergency, they told her. And these guys had said they were going the same way anyway.

"It was the Knights Templar," Langly insisted.

"No, they were extinct by then!" Frohike yelled back from the front seat. "It was the Bavarian Illuminati!"

"You're closer," Byers interjected without taking his eyes from the road, "but by this time, the Bavarian group had fragmented into..."

Dana closed her eyes. Only twelve more hours, she told herself.

 

Title: The Next Shining
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Originally Posted: June 12, 1998


Wesley crawled into the Jeffries tube and thought as hard as he could.

"Deanna!" On the planet, Troi gasped.

"What?" Commander Riker asked.

"Wesley. I heard him."

"Impossible. He's on the Enterprise with his mother and the captain."

"Will, something's wrong."

* * *

Riker materialized in an empty transporter room, then ran out into the hall.

"Wesley?" he yelled. "Doctor? Captain?" He trotted along the corridor. "Wesley, where are..." He felt a sharp pain in his back and collapsed.

Behind him, Picard hefted an oversized croquet mallet. "I told you not to return to the Enterprise," he chuckled as he loped away.

 

Title: Neither Bird Nor Plane
Fandoms: Quantum Leap / Crossover
Originally Posted: 24 April, 1997

Sam could feel the wind rushing past him before he opened his eyes. When he did, he was looking down at his body, which was clad in a tight blue suit. Out the corner of his eye, he could see red cape flapping and clouds zooming by, but his attention was drawn to the symbol of red and yellow on his chest.

He was Superman! That's why he was flying, he thought. As the clouds parted, he suddenly remembered that even if he Leaped into Superman, he wouldn't have the hero's powers. He wasn't flying; he was falling!

"Oooooohhhhhh bbbbooooooooooyyyyyyy!!!!"

 

The last two...

Your TNG drabble was kind of creepy. Even though you had the giant mallet to incert the absurd, there was a weight on this drabble. Very Trelane...

I really enjoyed the Quantum Superman! Your twist at the end with sam's classic line was fun.

Why wouldn't Sam have Clark's powers?

I sense you like to have a heavy does of irony in your drabbles.

 

The mallet was taken directly from the original; that drabble was my second to parody the King work, my first being a Doctor Who one about nine months earlier.

The conventional wisdom was that when Sam Leaped, it was his whole body that switched places, not just his mind or soul, so all that would exist of the other person would be the image people see. [Of course, the earlier QL drabble only works if you follow the alternate theory. ]

How about another TNG piece?

Title: Ensign Sheila - A Profile
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Originally Posted: June 12, 1998

Sheila liked being the first member of her species in Starfleet. Moving along the corridors in her uniform, adapted specially for her, always gave her a feeling of pride.

There were drawbacks, of course. She'd had to have the operation, naturally. And she couldn't move as quickly as other officers, most of whom had legs. Some would offer to carry her, which she didn't mind, but others just huffed impatiently. And how many times now had others, even Captain Picard once, almost sat on her?

Still, being an ensign on the Federation's flagship was an achievement for a simple tribble.

 

Title: What Mighty Contests
Fandom: Star Trek (TOS)
Originally Posted: August 15, 1998

Kirk rubbed his eyes and looked again at the messenger. "Starfleet wants me to go where?"

* * *

A young woman had bounced over before Kirk and his security escort had fully materialized. "Welcome back to Sigma Iotia, Admiral! I'm Bayley Wicke, the tournament director!"

"Of course you are," Kirk deadpanned.

"Tournament?" the security officer asked.

"Fizzbin, of course! The admiral showed it to us years ago. We didn't quite understand everything, so we extrapolated."

Kirk laughed. "It was a bluff! There was no such game!"

Wicke handed him an impossibly thick rulebook. "There is now. You'll play today's winner this afternoon."

 

Title: Games of Chance
Fandom: Blake's 7
Originally Posted: 10 July, 1998

"Find the red queen and win twenty credits. Simplest game in the universe. How 'bout you, sir? Try your luck?"

"Why not?" The blonde man set a chip on the counter, then wrote a short note in a pad. "I'm game."

"Alright." The dealer showed three cards, including the queen of hearts. He set them down and swiftly moved them around. "Okay, sir, where's the lady in red?"

"I'll go one better," the man said. "I'll bet you a hundred she's where this note says."

"A sportsman! Okay!" He took the pad and groaned.

"Left sleeve. I win," Carnell said.

 

Title: Coming of Age
Fandom: Star Trek: Deep Space Nine / Crossover
Originally Posted: July 6, 1999


"Alexander was born when?" Jadzia gasped. Worf told her. "But he's fully grown. Do all Klingons mature that rapidly?"

"Ah..."

"Did you?"

Worf pondered. "No."

* * *

"Three, two, one, and you're... asleep," Bashir said. "Worf, when did Alexander begin to age faster than normal?"

"Summer trip," Worf droned. "America. Went to visit a distant cousin, Vasily Horton."

"It happened in America?" Jadzia asked.

"No, after," Worf said.

"Of course," the doctor chuckled. "It hardly ever happens until the child leaves."

Jadzia grinned. "You've heard of this?"

"Absolutely. Now, Worf, this is very important. What city in America did Alexander visit?"

"Salem."

 

Sometimes, while flipping channels, you see a familiar face in an unfamiliar show.


Title: Remembrance of Inmates Past
Fandom: The X-Files / Crossover
Originally Posted: 13 January, 1998


"Someone sure has moved up in the world."

Walter looked up from his paperwork. "Can I help you, sir?" he asked the man standing in the doorway.

The man removed his cowboy hat. "Last I saw you, you were off to jail," he drawled.

"You have me confused with someone else."

"Now, Morrissey, or Skinner or whatever you're calling yourself, you oughta know by now that you can't kid a kidder."

Recognition flashed in Walter's eyes. "Ewing," he hissed. "Surprised they let you leave the asylum."

"I wasn't any crazier than you."

"What do you want?"

"I'm glad you asked."

 

Title: Q-t the Cake
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Originally Posted: July 6, 1999

"I'm back!" Q yelled, but the bridge was empty. "Hmmph."

Then the turbolifts opened, and the crew poured out. All wore paper hats, and Riker carried a cake.

"Surprise!" they shouted. "Happy birthday!"

"It's not my birthday."

"No?" Troi asked.

"No. I don't have one. I'm older than the concept of days."

"In that case," Picard said, "we'll take back these presents."

Q grinned. "Wait. Why can't today be my birthday? Gimme."

Picard held out a wrapped box. "Read the card first."

"Why not? 'Kltpzyxm'? What's that supposed to mean?" he asked before fading away.

Picard laughed. "It actually worked."

 

Title: Sole Survivor
Fandom: Babylon 5/Crusade
Originally Posted: 17 March, 2001


Captain Sheridan stared down at the young ensign. "What was the color of the ship that picked you up?"

"Black, sir."

"What was its name? What was its registry number?" Sheridan demanded.

"It didn't have any. Sir, I did explain all this to Earthforce."

"Well, you can explain it all again. And again, if necessary." Sheridan was practically yelling now. "What color was the ship?"

"Captain, I don't think that..."

"The navigation officer of the Cerberus," Sheridan screamed, "was my sister's bridge partner, and now he's dead. Meanwhile, you, Ensign Gideon, are still alive, and I want to know why!"

 

Title: Fun for the Whole Family
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Originally Posted: July 16, 1999


Tom sauntered into the Mess Hall carrying several boxes. "Look what I found. They're board games from the twentieth century."

* * *

"I'm confused," Harry whined.

"Monopoly's not that complicated a game," Tom said.

"But what is this stuff again?"

"Money."

"Lost me."

* * *

"Sacrilege!" the Doctor yelled. "'Funny bone'? 'Spare rib'? It goes against everything I stand for!"

* * *

"Now you slide down the chute," Tom explained.

"I do not like this game," Seven stated.

* * *

Naomi ran from the room screaming.

"What now?" Tom asked.

"She learned," Chakotay said, "that she killed Mister Boddy."

Tom groaned. "That's why it says 'Eight and up'!"

 

Title: A Winter's Leap
Fandom: Quantum Leap / Crossover
Originally Posted: 13 April, 1998

As Sam opened his eyes, they were stung by the cold. A brisk wind was whipping up the snow all around him. A short distance away, across a road, two small boys in hats and coats were looking at him.

"Come on!" one shouted.

The other added, "We can't wait all day, Kenny!"

Sam yelled back, but the parka tightened over his face muffled his reply. He looked both ways; the road seemed clear. Cautiously he started across.

"Look out, Kenny!"

Sam turned to see a giant truck barreling right at him! His parka muffled the scream of "Oh boy!"