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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.

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Uncle Iroh as Tony Stark's substitute assistant when Pepper goes on vacation.

TONY/PEPPER. I do not even care what you do. :D

Wanna try your hand at Naruto/Neji? :D

Also, hi ♥

Avatar, Zuko/Sokka *kufufu* sword play <3

Icon + Keywords!

Oh, WORD. So, so much with the word.

Aaaaaaaand Rhodey and Jarvis.

Tony's finger was hovering longingly over the speed-dial when the image popped into his head: Pepper, who was probably lounging on a beach wearing a tasteful bikini and enjoying the sun, having her holiday disturbed by the beeping of the Only For Emergencies, Real Emergencies, I Mean It Tony, And No, A Lack Of Pressed Shirts Does Not Constitute An Emergency cell phone. And all because her boss really, really wanted a cup of coffee.

With heroic effort, Tony shoved his phone into his back pocket. He kept the mental image, though; he figured she owed him that much. Bikini firmly envisaged, he turned back to the patiently smiling man.

"Fine, whatever. Jasmine," he said. "That was the one you made yesterday, right? The one that was slightly less horrific than all the others?"

The man's smile didn't flicker, but his eyebrows crept upwards. "I would have thought, sir, that a man with your experience would be a little less casual with a word like 'horrific'." And then, before Tony could quite quash the terrible feeling of juvenile guilt that this guy was so good at inspiring, he continued, "Jasmine? Excellent choice, sir. I'll go warm up the pot."

Tony glared at the man's retreating back. "This was not the plan," he complained. "Why did I have to hire someone even bossier than Potts?"

"He came highly recommended, sir," Jarvis said. "And he has kept your schedule impeccably."

"I want Potts," Tony muttered; if he was going to be treated like a five-year-old, he felt perfectly justified in acting like one. "When does she get back?"

"In five days." Jarvis paused. "You'll notice that this number has not changed from the previous three times I have provided it for you this morning, sir."

"Oh, go and run maintenance on the security system or something."

Iroh was frowning when he re-entered the room. "You are carrying a lot of tension in your shoulders."

Tony, mindful of the fact that he had to spend another five days with the man, bit back his first comment about the weight of the Iron Man suit and settled for some mild sarcasm.

"And what I really need is a nice cup of tea, right?"

"Actually," Iroh said, with the exact pitch of respectful reproach that Jarvis had mastered within the first two beta versions, "I was going to suggest a massage. I am highly proficient in several forms of therapeutic chakra manipulation."

Tony eyed him suspiciously. "Now you're going to tell me that you could also break my neck with two knuckles or something."

Iroh set down the tea, shrugged, and kept smiling.

What the hell, Tony thought. "Yeah, okay," he said, wriggled out of his shirt, and threw himself onto the nearest couch.

"Relax, sir," Iroh said in a voice like quiet, late-night, soporific jazz music. "Imagine your troubles flowing through your skin and into a gentle river."

Tony gave that a shot, but the bikini got in the way -- river, beach, practically the same idea, right?

Iroh put his hands carefully against the skin of Tony's upper back, probed around for a moment, and then dug in all at once with what seemed like four hands' worth of fingertips.

"Gnnnnnn," Tony said, and melted into the cushions.

oh my god, BEST THING EVER. :D :D :D :D

*miiiight have been threadstalking this. just a little.*

*SHRIEKS* OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

He really is JUST LIKE ZUKO OMG THIS IS FABULOUS

And of course he does not properly appreciate the soothing properties of a nice cup of jasmine tea. >:(

I wrote it in my head while walking back from the shops and I kept bursting into spontaneous giggles :D

Iroh is disappointed in him :( But fully expects to have converted him to the Way Of Tea by the time Pepper gets back.

And he totally will.

Maybe if we as humanity are very very good, Iroh will somehow magically be THE ASSISTANT TO THE ASSISTANT in the next movie. :O

BONES!

A LITTLE MORE DIRECTION THAN THAT PLEASE SWEETIE.

I am writing an Iroh-less sequel to this drabble for

setissma's request. WATCH THIS SPACE.

YES MA'AM

I HAD TO MAKE SURE I MADE THE TOP TEN.

LIKE, *CLAIMS*

I WOULD LIKE BONES AND BOOTH TERRORISING SWEETS BUT SWEETS BEING ACTUALLY ONTO WHAT THEY ARE DOIIIIIINNNNGGG. Because I think Sweets is actually much smarter than both of them when it comes to that part of their working relationship!

When Pepper walks into the arrivals lounge she has to bite her lip to keep from grinning like an idiot, because Tony is wearing an enormous pair of sunglasses and holding a sign that says POTTS. There are two exclamation marks after the S.

"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.

Done! (http://fahye.livejournal.com/526986.html?thread=4065162#t4065162)

If he had stuck with the jasmine tea regimen, along with applied massage and meditation, he would not be in such a sad state of affairs. :(

(Also: hee hee hee. And awwwww. :D)

Oh man. Imagine Tony trying to meditate. Epic failure.

"At least you have a history!" Naruto is yelling. "At least you know who your family is."

This is an old argument. Neji suspects he is simply the easiest person for Naruto to argue with, in the absence of any other likely suspects. The knowledge just makes him angrier.

"You know nothing," he hisses. "You have no idea what I would give to be free of my name's weight."

He waits for the next outburst, but after a moment Naruto lifts his hand and Neji stands very still as the Uzumaki pushes his hitai-ate and his headband upwards as a single block of fabric, laying bare the blue lines on his forehead. Naruto traces them with one finger and Neji thinks, all right then, and puts his own hand square against the curse seal on the other boy's stomach. He can feel body warmth through the shirt and he can feel roiling spitting power underneath that, totally at odds with Naruto's calm eyes.

They stand like that for a while and then Naruto says, his voice layered with laughter, "I suppose we could call this one a draw."

Neither of them are the type to accept compromise. But Neji nods.

Hyuuga Neji can read violence in the line of someone's elbow and envy in the pattern of their lips and breath -- he's good, he's very good, but if the people around him are books then Naruto is written in large, stark characters meant for people with the blindness that Neji's eyes only hint mockingly at, or for children. He is a book well illustrated. Open and guileless in everything he does and every expression that moves fluidly across his features, simple to interpret, effortless to read.

This would be easy, Neji realises. He moves his fingers purposefully against the seal and Naruto looks at him, curious and aware, the heat of his skin and the violence of his chakra creating something in Neji's body that he is far too self-aware not to recognise as desire.This would be easy, and perhaps it would be fun. But easy has never been something that Neji values: there is no strength to be found in taking something that offers no challenge.

But to hold oneself back from taking something so simply offered -- yes, there is strength in that.

Neji pulls his hand away, and smiles, and adds Uzumaki Naruto to the long, long list of things that he wants but he will not let himself have.

Edited 2008-05-26 07:50 (UTC)

anything involving pepper potts or martha fills me with so much glee i cannot even tell you

:D

Bones! Booth/Brennan, he likes her hands.

Lessons Tsunade has taught Sakura! \o/

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