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flwrpwr_vampyre, so now it's my turn to ask you guys for prompts!
1)tanyad: Angsty!Billy, Ninjetti era. Paired with your choice. :) ♦ FILLED
2)captain_elessar: Sam & Alan, adorable ♦ FILLED
3)captain_elessar: Lee & Mary, adorable too
4)rosasaurusreckz: Petrellicest, snuggly, fluffy old couple
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flwrpwr_vampyre, so now it's my turn to ask you guys for prompts!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.
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tanyad: Angsty!Billy, Ninjetti era. Paired with your choice. :) ♦ FILLED2)
captain_elessar: Sam & Alan, adorable ♦ FILLED3)
captain_elessar: Lee & Mary, adorable too4)
rosasaurusreckz: Petrellicest, snuggly, fluffy old couple5)
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Okay, so this is reeeeeeeally late, and probably not as angsty as you wanted. (1/2)
Sliding his glasses back up, he pushes them up his nose with a finger, slouching a little in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he can see the concern etched across Adam's face, but he doesn't look in his friend and teammate's direction. He doesn't want to talk about his feelings or what's bothering him or whatever asinine psychological mumbo jumbo Adam might throw at him. He's fine, really. He's just. So. Damned. Tired.
Zedd and Rita have been unusually active lately, throwing monster after monster at the Power Rangers. That, of course, meant the Rangers were drawing more and more power from the Morphin Grid, and both Alpha and Billy had become concerned about the Grid's stability. He'd spent the last three sleepless nights at the Command Center, running calculations and diagnostics, and he's just about ready to throw his hands up in the air and exclaim "That's it! Rita, Zedd, the earth is yours!"
Of course, he knows that's a ridiculous notion; besides, it's highly unlikely that Rita and Zedd would let the Rangers live even if they did surrender. Billy had no desire to see his friends die just because he was burned out.
He must doze off at some point during class because he jerks out of a slump when his ears are assaulted by the shrill ringing of the bell. He casts a confused look around the classroom, watching with befuddled eyes as students gather up their books and things. A shadow falls across his desk, and he blinks before slowly lifting his gaze, tilting his head up.
Adam's hovering over Billy's desk, a worried knit to his brow, and Billy lets out an exhausted sigh as he reluctantly starts packing up his things. "I'm fine," he interjects when Adam opens his mouth to speak. It's with smug satisfaction that he watches Adam's mouth close, the corners downturning into a frown.
"You don't look fine." There's just a hint of an accusatory tone in the young Korean's voice, and Billy flinches a little even as he stands up and swings his backpack over his shoulder. "You look like hell, Billy."
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"I'm sorry," he says. "I haven't been sleeping well."
Adam gives a sympathetic nod as he leads Billy out of the classroom. "Alpha said that you've been putting in late nights at the Command Center," he mutters under his breath as they head toward their lockers. "Why haven't you called me? I know I'm not as brilliant as you, but I do have the head for this kind of stuff. I could help and you could get some sleep." He gets an affectionate little smile on his face. "You're kind of a jerk when you're sleep-deprived."
Billy manages a soft, sheepish smile; if it had been anyone but Adam saying that, they probably would've gotten their head bit off. Being in a relationship with someone -- albeit secretly -- certainly changed one's perspective. "You're right," he admits finally once they've reached their lockers and Adam is focused on spinning the dial on his lock. "I should've asked for your help. I wasn't thinking."
Adam looks almost pleased as his lock pops open and he slides it out of the slot, opening his locker door. "So, we'll head to the Command Center after school, and you can catch me up on what you've been working on? I'll bring the granola bars. We can call it a date."
A bemused laugh bubbles out of Billy, and he grins, pushing up his glasses, which have steadily been sliding down his nose. "That's your idea of a date?" he says. "Maybe we've all been working too hard."
It's Adam's turn to laugh, and he grins, nodding in agreement as he switches out his textbooks, grabbing what he needs for his next class. "Yeah, maybe," he says. "We'll work on fixing that after we've fixed the Command Center." Closing his locker door, he casts a quick glance around to see if anybody is watching them, and then he leans in close, brushing his lips across Billy's cheekbone. "I'll see you after math."
Billy's sure that he has a dopey grin on his face as he watches Adam walk away. He's suddenly not feeling as tired; it's amazing how having something to look forward to can invigorate a person.
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Thank you!
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Oh oh or Lee and Mary. I'd be happy with either LOL
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Now, with better icon.
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Adorable Alan & Sam (1/1) -- you didn't specify what age XD
Kevin Flynn, people. The eternal man-child who took control of Encom in a surprise victory against Edward Dillinger. Now, Alan will be the first guy to tell you that Dillinger is the scum of the earth and a bane to programmers everywhere, so he’s not all that saddened to see the guy’s power taken away, but he did question the leadership skills of a thirty-something young buck whose idea of relaxing involves standing in front of a tall, squarish machine, racing cycles that emit a deadly trail of light.
Kevin had surprised Alan though; it’s been four years since Kevin became Encom’s CEO and the company hasn’t crashed and burned yet. The guy’s obviously doing something right, even if Alan can’t figure out how or what.
Then there’s Sam; adorable little mischievous Sam, who continues to find wondrous new things to be amazed over each day. Alan had been a bit hesitant when Kevin and Jordan had announced they were expecting a baby. They’d only known each other for six months, give or take, and some part of Alan hadn’t expected them to last. Jordan is a strong, independent, career-oriented woman and Flynn…well, he’s Flynn. He’s a man-child; how can anybody expect him to be responsible enough to look after another human being, especially one as tiny and fragile as a baby?
Yet, here they are, three years to the date of Sam’s birth, and Kevin is bouncing the toddler on his knee, a wide grin on the faces of both Flynns. Jordan and Kevin are having a cookout celebrating Sam’s birthday, and there are ankle biters and their parents as far as Alan’s eyes can see. Of course, that’s not saying much, since an enthusiastic Sam had managed to snatch Alan’s glasses and was now wearing them upside down on his nose.
“Hey, kiddo, Uncle Alan’s gonna need those back, you know,” Kevin says, a tinkle of merriment in his voice as he tries to extract the silver frames from his son’s grasp.
“Yes,” Alan says with a touch of dryness, “Uncle Alan greatly appreciates vision clarity.”
He hears a light laugh coming from behind him, and he shifts in his plastic white patio chair, squinting to see who’s there, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when hands come to rest on his shoulders. He recognizes the laugh that second time, and he relaxes, chuckling a bit. “What?” he says. “I like being able to see.”
Jordan laughs yet again and smiles as she plucks at the shoulders of Alan’s tan blazer. “It’s a hundred degrees out here, Alan,” she teases. “You couldn’t leave the jacket at home?”
“It’s Alan, babe. He’s got to look like he stepped off the pages of GQ at every moment,” Kevin says, a good-natured grin on his face.
Alan casts a withering glare in the direction of Kevin’s voice, but it would probably carry more weight if he could actually see. He laughs after a moment and then shrugs. “Not wearing the same shirt two days in a row isn’t a crime,” he says. “Some of us actually like our shirts unwrinkled and unstained.” He gives a pointed look in Kevin’s direction, and grins as everyone laughs.
Later, as Kevin is cradling a tuckered out Sam against his chest and his face is all lit up with pride as he tells Alan how the little tyke actually used the potty like a big boy, Alan will just shake his head and marvel at how a little boy barely even three feet tall could make such an impact in a man’s life.
Years later, his own face will light up with the same fatherly pride as Sam finally steps up to continue Kevin Flynn’s legacy as Encom CEO.
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