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Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] sharpestscalpel:

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.

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Date: 2011-12-13 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com
The one where Bones is a single dad and Joanna is in Girl Scouts and Jim just keeps ordering cookies and coming back for more.

The Funny Fate of Thin Mints

Date: 2011-12-13 04:16 am (UTC)
ext_409703: (obvious flirting is obvious)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
Leonard blinks. "So--all those cookies?"

Jim hunches his shoulders slightly, looking awkward. "They made everyone at work really happy. Although with my gluten allergies..." He pulls a face. "I think my boss thought I must be some kind of perv though."

Leonard stares, horrified, until Jim grins at him. "Relax, Bones. Pike knows better than that!"

Re: The Funny Fate of Thin Mints

Date: 2011-12-13 04:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com
Truest thing about them: neeeeeeeeerds. *grin* And it makes me love them.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-13 04:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gadgetorious.livejournal.com
THE ONE YOU OWE ME. :D

The One With the Camera

Date: 2011-12-13 04:55 pm (UTC)
ext_409703: (ooh porn)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
Jim shut one eye tightly as he peered through the 'cam lens. "Wow, babe. You would not believe the digh-def on this thing. You're going to look amazing when we--"

"Dammit, Jim!" Leonard licked suddenly dry lips, feeling even more exposed on the bed before the unrelentless red eye of the camera. "Just--would you get over here already?"

Re: The One With the Camera

Date: 2011-12-13 04:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gadgetorious.livejournal.com
::chinhands::

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-13 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com
That one about the third time Jim and Bones saw each other was extremely charming.

We've Got To Stop Meeting Like This

Date: 2011-12-13 09:40 pm (UTC)
ext_409703: (obvious flirting is obvious)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
They had already sat down at the same table from earlier, institutionally bland trays with institutionally unidentifiable cuisine facing one another, and Leonard was about to say as much when Jim beat him to the punch.

"We've gotta stop meeting like this, man." Kirk is digging into a bowl of what may be ravioli or, alternatively, Andorian blood pudding.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-13 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] morfin.livejournal.com
The time the Winchester Brothers had to teach a Vacation Bible School class ;)

A Matter of Interpretation

Date: 2011-12-13 09:50 pm (UTC)
ext_409703: (rock paper lizard spock)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
All things considered, it was fine until Cas showed up. "That is not an accurate rendering of the Tower of Babel," he stated to little Johnny Stevens in his usual monotone.

"Aw, c'mon, Cas," Dean said lightly, with what he hoped was an appropriate mix of amusement and Dude, get the hell with it, "Would the Bible lie?"

"Hey, who wants ice cream?" Sam asked loudly, hoping to deflect--well, everything. Amid the shrieks of glee as the class ran towards the convenient cooler of treats, Dean and Cas remained eye-locked.

"The Bible has several factual inaccuracies," Cas said simply. "These are predominantly caused by humans embellishing the Word of God."

Unfortunately, the otherwise quiet statement rang out loudly in the sudden pause as twenty-four children aged eight to twelve had little wooden spoons in their mouths. Forty-eight very wide eyes--fifty, if you included an embarrassed Sam Winchester--stared at them.

Dean did the only thing he could do. He beamed at them with a confidence he didn't feel. "And after ice cream, how about those Noah's Arc tshirts, huh?"

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-13 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canis-takahari.livejournal.com
The one where Jim and Bones throw a dinner party.

The One With the Silverware

Date: 2011-12-13 09:24 pm (UTC)
ext_409703: (Screw Subtext)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
"What?" Jim didn't look up as he set the forks down at precise perpendicular angles to the knives and spoons, but his ears bore the tell-tale pink tinge of embarrassment. "C'mon, I thought the South was famous for this sort of thing, Bones."

Leonard chuffed quietly. "Yeah, that's why--I'm just surprised is all, Jim. I'm 'fraid I'm gonna flashback to Nana Kelley's High Tea or somethin'."

Re: The One With the Silverware

Date: 2011-12-14 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] canis-takahari.livejournal.com
AHAHA PERPENDICULAR ANGLES. Oh Jim! Bless your face. ♥

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-16 01:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] suddenlyswept.livejournal.com
the one where Jim has been cut off from the coffee and Bones has to deal with the aftermath

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Date: 2011-12-16 01:15 am (UTC)
ext_409703: (This is Your Captain Speaking)
From: [identity profile] caitri.livejournal.com
... SO late.

This requires bribery.

(no subject)

Date: 2011-12-16 01:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] suddenlyswept.livejournal.com
how about truly pathetic sick person begging? :: bats eyes and snuffles:: cait, i can't even smell things anymore. and lifting my head takes too much energy so i type this with my face smooshed against the pillow and only 1 partially open eye

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