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*looks at to-do list*
Oh, right, now my brain decides it wants to tell stories.
The day the availability of my writing ability lines up with the availability of my free time, I will throw a fucking parade.
Hmph.
The first ten people to leave drabble requests may get something written for them when I've listened to these lecture recordings and typed up notes. Fandoms I'm currently feeling creatively inclined towards are Bones, Avatar, Naruto and...probably Iron Man. You could try me with Doctor Who/Torchwood or BSG, but I'm massively behind on all of them. Or you could just throw a random prompt up there and then bat your eyes hopefully -- you know me, I'm not very good at turning down challenges.
Oh, right, now my brain decides it wants to tell stories.
The day the availability of my writing ability lines up with the availability of my free time, I will throw a fucking parade.
Hmph.
The first ten people to leave drabble requests may get something written for them when I've listened to these lecture recordings and typed up notes. Fandoms I'm currently feeling creatively inclined towards are Bones, Avatar, Naruto and...probably Iron Man. You could try me with Doctor Who/Torchwood or BSG, but I'm massively behind on all of them. Or you could just throw a random prompt up there and then bat your eyes hopefully -- you know me, I'm not very good at turning down challenges.
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"Didn't anyone ever teach you how to punctuate?" she says, when she reaches him.
Tony grins and takes off the sunglasses. "Nope. Never. You're sunburnt, Potts." She smiles. She doesn't hug him; they don't hug. But she smiles, and Tony makes a grab for her luggage, clearly enjoying his little act. "Car's outside. Come on. You can tell me all about how much you missed me."
"I read six books," Pepper says. "There were cocktails and sleeping in and several very attractive waiters."
"And a creative combination of all of the above, I suppose," Tony snips, and his forehead does something petulant, and Pepper smiles and lies --
"So you see, I didn't miss you at all."
Tony is sulkily quiet during the drive home, and Pepper mentally reviews his schedule for the next couple of weeks. Half an hour later she's halfway through physically reviewing it, admiring the neat efforts of the man who was her substitute, when Tony drags her into the kitchen and demands that she make him a cup of coffee. He seems uncharacteristically urgent about it, and lets out a blissful sigh when he takes the first sip.
"Jasmine my ass," he murmurs. "No substitute. Oh my god. Yes. Coffee."
"Will that be all, Mr Stark?" She's amused despite herself, and is about to leave when Tony sets down the mug and shakes his head, one arm outstretched.
"I don't know what I'd do without you, Potts."
They don't hug but now they are, and Pepper doesn't have time to think or prepare or anything and her heart stutters for a moment like a sixteen-year-old being taken to prom. But then she remembers following the news every evening on her hotel room's TV and reading the papers in the morning, hearing Tony's most urbane voice on the radio describing war and devastation and corruption and all the things he has to see before he can fight them; she remembers how close she came to picking up the emergency cell phone and calling him; she feels the slight tremor in Tony's coffee-warm hands before he steadies them on her lower back.
"Okay," she murmurs, and slips her arms around him, "okay," and she means it's and we're and a lot of other things that she doesn't yet trust herself to voice.
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(Also: hee hee hee. And awwwww. :D)
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I love this so much, I think I just gave myself a hernia. *_*
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Ah well. The DVD will be out. One day.
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POTTS!!
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