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gracie_musicaTitle: Distracted
Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 10/20/05
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ryo, Berkley
Mentioned Characters/Pairings: Ryo/Dee, Berkley/Diana, Diana/OC, Dee, Ted, Drake, JJ, Chief Smith
Notes: So I'm in the middle of writing another fanfic (totally different fandom, even), and Berkley just shoves everything aside and sits down and refuses to move until I write this. Wanker. Anyway, requested byfirebreeze Set a few years post-series.
Berkley Rose was massaging his temples when a soft knock came at his door. Before he could reply to it, the door swung open and the dark blonde head of Ryo Maclane popped into his office. "May I speak with you, Commissioner?"
Berkley removed his glasses, nodding and rubbing his eyes. He had long come to terms that the blonde he was infatuated with was in love with his abrasive partner, and had given up his pursuit of the half-Japanese detective.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Berkley replied, distracting himself with a drink from his stone-cold mug of coffee. "Just busy," he added, motioning to all the paperwork strewn over his desk.
Ryo's eyebrows raised as he watched his boss shuffle through the papers. "Sir, may I speak frankly?"
"Yes."
"One, I'm not stupid. Two, you are never this disorganized. And three, Dee, Ted, Drake and JJ have been making so much noise that Chief Smith actually went home, yet you haven't come out once. What is wrong?"
Berkley growled inwardly. No wonder the man's one of our best detectives. He motioned for Ryo to sit down at one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You've become too much like Latyner, you know. Now both of you just don't let up on a subject."
"I prefer to think of that as a positive change," Ryo replied, grinning. Berkley did a double take, realizing how much the smirk on his coworker's face looked like the one Diana wore.
"It's Diana," he said suddenly, bending over to sign off some paperwork.
"What about her? Is something wrong?"
"No, she's... seeing someone."
In the slight pause, Berkley felt his face flush momentarily with the embarrassment of feeling like he was back in middle school.
"Is she unhappy?" Ryo ventured, trying to hide a grin.
"She seems genuinely happy, actually," Berkley said, refusing to look up at Ryo.
"Is it an abusive relationship?"
"Not that I can tell."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't. Frickin'. Know," came the ground-out reply. "I just don't like it. Not one bit." The commissioner put down his pen, cradling his head in his hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
Ryo quickly turned chuckles into a fit of coughing. "If I may, sir, it seems to me that you like Diana."
"Of course I do!" he snapped. "I mean, she's a very dear friend."
"Dear friend my ass, SIR," Ryo replied. "As Bikky would say, you've got quite a thing for Ms. FBI Agent."
Berkley winced as Ryo hit the heart of the problem.
"Just tell her."
"Oh, and that was so easy for you?" Berkley shot at the blonde detective.
"It sure as hell felt good when I did come clean," Ryo replied. He sighed, then stood. "But I can tell that it's going to take some time for you to understand that. I'll leave you be for the time being." Ryo stopped at the door, his hand on the doorknob. "Just make sure you do come clean before it's too late, Berkley. Otherwise you will regret it."
Berkley smacked his head against his desk when Ryo left. "You don't have to tell me that, Maclane."
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27th_precinct
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Title: Halloween
Date Written: 10/20/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ted/Janet (kinda), Dee/Ryo, Jim, Drake, JJ, Marisol
Warnings: None (well, a little bit of Marisol bashing...)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Request for:firebreeze
Notes: I was somewhat coerced into writing this byfirebreeze and deeryofan... They said the reason why Janet was taking archery lessons in fake_2nd_chance was because she was a LotR fan... And this ensued. Hear that rattling noise? That would be Tolkien rolling in his grave...
"Oh my God..."
JJ raised one eyebrow. "What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing across the precinct. Dee, Ryo and Drake turned, peering through the fake cobwebs and hanging rubber spiders, beyond their coworkers dressed in ridiculous outfits (and what Ryo suspected to be a few items swiped from Evidence, by the looks of Marisol's glitter-covered heels) to find a tallish man dressed in green and brown, a long blonde wig crookedly perched on his head and...
A bow and a quiver of arrows?
"Is that frickin' Ted?!" Dee crowed, laughing aloud.
"I think the poor guy thought Janet was a Legolas fan," Jim replied as he walked up to the group of fans. "I heard about his costume, and I had to see this."
Five pairs of eyes watched as Ted walked up to Janet, smiling like a fool. She did a double take and promptly spit punch into Ted's face, laughing.
"I guess that would be a no," Ryo commented as the other four winced.
"God damn it, we're gonna hear his bitching for a year now," Drake moaned.
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Title: Attack of the Fangirls!
Date Written: 10/20/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Fandom: Legal Drug
Characters/Pairings: Kazahaya/Rikuo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None, but makes a reference to chapter three.
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to CLAMP (such pretty men!)
Request for:firebreeze
Notes: In CLAMP South Side (artbook), Rikuo has dark green eyes and Kazahaya has lighter green eyes. Those are the colors I'm going with.
Kazahaya Kudo grumbled under his breath as he stocked the shelves of Green Drugstore. They were back, those namby-pamby high school girls that fall all over... him. Rikuo Himura.
"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where I can find the aspirin?"
"Oh, pardon me, mister, but can you tell me where the make-up is?"
"Sorry to bother you again, but can you get that bottle off the top shelf for me?"
And then when he was out of earshot, the entire group would go fangirl.
"Kyaa! He spoke to me!"
"Oh, I'm so totally jealous!"
"He touched my hand! I'm not going to wash that spot ever again!"
Gods, Kazahaya thought to himself. He's just a guy, for crying out loud. Not to mention he has the most annoying personality. He's a total and complete asshole.
Grass green eyes slid over to glare at the dark-haired man. Rikuo was currently running a blade cutter down the seams of a cardboard box, opening it so he could stock the shelves as well.
Okay, so maybe he does have a nice body, but--
Kazahaya shook his head. Where he hell did that come from?! I definitely need to get out more.
The blonde focused on the task at hand, but found that he couldn't take his gaze off of his roommate. He began noticing little nuances in Rikuo's features and behaviors: The way his short dark hair feathered against the back of his pale neck, the sharp planes of his face oddly highlighted in the fluorescent light, and even the smooth motion as he bent and stood as he stocked shelves mesmerized the slender teen.
"What's your problem?"
Kazahaya blinked to find Rikuo smirking at him. "What, you like what you see?"
The blonde turned bright red, glaring at his coworker. "Stop being stupid," he insisted, turning back towards his own racks.
Light green eyes widened as a strong arm encompassed his waist, pulling him back and pushing him up against another aisle of shelves. Kazahaya stared up in shock at Rikuo, as the taller teen gripped shelves on either side of his body. "First you climb into my bed, now you can't keep your eyes off me at work. You really are a wild man," he teased, that stupid smirk widening on his face and turning just a little sexy, causing Kazahaya's blush to deepen.
It didn't help matters that the blonde could faintly hear fangirling at the end of the aisle:
"Oh my God!"
"Look, they're so hot together!"
"Kyaa!"
"Damn, I've got a fantasy for tonight!"
Rikuo pushed away from the shelf, turning back to restock shelves, a smug look on his face.
Kazahaya threw a dust rag at Rikuo's head. "Bastard."
"Um... sir? Can you tell me where the makeup is?" a high school girl asked Kazahaya, her friend standing behind her, both of them blushing.
Kazahaya sighed. Fuck. Now they're gonna be fawning over me, too. Asshole.
Author: Gracelyn Musica
Date Written: 10/20/05
Word Count: 536
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ryo, Berkley
Mentioned Characters/Pairings: Ryo/Dee, Berkley/Diana, Diana/OC, Dee, Ted, Drake, JJ, Chief Smith
Notes: So I'm in the middle of writing another fanfic (totally different fandom, even), and Berkley just shoves everything aside and sits down and refuses to move until I write this. Wanker. Anyway, requested by
firebreeze Set a few years post-series.Berkley Rose was massaging his temples when a soft knock came at his door. Before he could reply to it, the door swung open and the dark blonde head of Ryo Maclane popped into his office. "May I speak with you, Commissioner?"
Berkley removed his glasses, nodding and rubbing his eyes. He had long come to terms that the blonde he was infatuated with was in love with his abrasive partner, and had given up his pursuit of the half-Japanese detective.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Berkley replied, distracting himself with a drink from his stone-cold mug of coffee. "Just busy," he added, motioning to all the paperwork strewn over his desk.
Ryo's eyebrows raised as he watched his boss shuffle through the papers. "Sir, may I speak frankly?"
"Yes."
"One, I'm not stupid. Two, you are never this disorganized. And three, Dee, Ted, Drake and JJ have been making so much noise that Chief Smith actually went home, yet you haven't come out once. What is wrong?"
Berkley growled inwardly. No wonder the man's one of our best detectives. He motioned for Ryo to sit down at one of the chairs in front of his desk. "You've become too much like Latyner, you know. Now both of you just don't let up on a subject."
"I prefer to think of that as a positive change," Ryo replied, grinning. Berkley did a double take, realizing how much the smirk on his coworker's face looked like the one Diana wore.
"It's Diana," he said suddenly, bending over to sign off some paperwork.
"What about her? Is something wrong?"
"No, she's... seeing someone."
In the slight pause, Berkley felt his face flush momentarily with the embarrassment of feeling like he was back in middle school.
"Is she unhappy?" Ryo ventured, trying to hide a grin.
"She seems genuinely happy, actually," Berkley said, refusing to look up at Ryo.
"Is it an abusive relationship?"
"Not that I can tell."
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't. Frickin'. Know," came the ground-out reply. "I just don't like it. Not one bit." The commissioner put down his pen, cradling his head in his hands. "What the hell is wrong with me?"
Ryo quickly turned chuckles into a fit of coughing. "If I may, sir, it seems to me that you like Diana."
"Of course I do!" he snapped. "I mean, she's a very dear friend."
"Dear friend my ass, SIR," Ryo replied. "As Bikky would say, you've got quite a thing for Ms. FBI Agent."
Berkley winced as Ryo hit the heart of the problem.
"Just tell her."
"Oh, and that was so easy for you?" Berkley shot at the blonde detective.
"It sure as hell felt good when I did come clean," Ryo replied. He sighed, then stood. "But I can tell that it's going to take some time for you to understand that. I'll leave you be for the time being." Ryo stopped at the door, his hand on the doorknob. "Just make sure you do come clean before it's too late, Berkley. Otherwise you will regret it."
Berkley smacked his head against his desk when Ryo left. "You don't have to tell me that, Maclane."
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27th_precinct---
Title: Halloween
Date Written: 10/20/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Fandom: FAKE
Characters/Pairings: Ted/Janet (kinda), Dee/Ryo, Jim, Drake, JJ, Marisol
Warnings: None (well, a little bit of Marisol bashing...)
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Request for:
firebreezeNotes: I was somewhat coerced into writing this by
firebreeze and deeryofan... They said the reason why Janet was taking archery lessons in fake_2nd_chance was because she was a LotR fan... And this ensued. Hear that rattling noise? That would be Tolkien rolling in his grave..."Oh my God..."
JJ raised one eyebrow. "What the hell is that?" he asked, pointing across the precinct. Dee, Ryo and Drake turned, peering through the fake cobwebs and hanging rubber spiders, beyond their coworkers dressed in ridiculous outfits (and what Ryo suspected to be a few items swiped from Evidence, by the looks of Marisol's glitter-covered heels) to find a tallish man dressed in green and brown, a long blonde wig crookedly perched on his head and...
A bow and a quiver of arrows?
"Is that frickin' Ted?!" Dee crowed, laughing aloud.
"I think the poor guy thought Janet was a Legolas fan," Jim replied as he walked up to the group of fans. "I heard about his costume, and I had to see this."
Five pairs of eyes watched as Ted walked up to Janet, smiling like a fool. She did a double take and promptly spit punch into Ted's face, laughing.
"I guess that would be a no," Ryo commented as the other four winced.
"God damn it, we're gonna hear his bitching for a year now," Drake moaned.
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2nd_chance_chat---
Title: Attack of the Fangirls!
Date Written: 10/20/05
Rating: PG
Word Count: 490
Fandom: Legal Drug
Characters/Pairings: Kazahaya/Rikuo
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None, but makes a reference to chapter three.
Disclaimer: Not mine, belongs to CLAMP (such pretty men!)
Request for:
firebreezeNotes: In CLAMP South Side (artbook), Rikuo has dark green eyes and Kazahaya has lighter green eyes. Those are the colors I'm going with.
Kazahaya Kudo grumbled under his breath as he stocked the shelves of Green Drugstore. They were back, those namby-pamby high school girls that fall all over... him. Rikuo Himura.
"Excuse me, sir, can you tell me where I can find the aspirin?"
"Oh, pardon me, mister, but can you tell me where the make-up is?"
"Sorry to bother you again, but can you get that bottle off the top shelf for me?"
And then when he was out of earshot, the entire group would go fangirl.
"Kyaa! He spoke to me!"
"Oh, I'm so totally jealous!"
"He touched my hand! I'm not going to wash that spot ever again!"
Gods, Kazahaya thought to himself. He's just a guy, for crying out loud. Not to mention he has the most annoying personality. He's a total and complete asshole.
Grass green eyes slid over to glare at the dark-haired man. Rikuo was currently running a blade cutter down the seams of a cardboard box, opening it so he could stock the shelves as well.
Okay, so maybe he does have a nice body, but--
Kazahaya shook his head. Where he hell did that come from?! I definitely need to get out more.
The blonde focused on the task at hand, but found that he couldn't take his gaze off of his roommate. He began noticing little nuances in Rikuo's features and behaviors: The way his short dark hair feathered against the back of his pale neck, the sharp planes of his face oddly highlighted in the fluorescent light, and even the smooth motion as he bent and stood as he stocked shelves mesmerized the slender teen.
"What's your problem?"
Kazahaya blinked to find Rikuo smirking at him. "What, you like what you see?"
The blonde turned bright red, glaring at his coworker. "Stop being stupid," he insisted, turning back towards his own racks.
Light green eyes widened as a strong arm encompassed his waist, pulling him back and pushing him up against another aisle of shelves. Kazahaya stared up in shock at Rikuo, as the taller teen gripped shelves on either side of his body. "First you climb into my bed, now you can't keep your eyes off me at work. You really are a wild man," he teased, that stupid smirk widening on his face and turning just a little sexy, causing Kazahaya's blush to deepen.
It didn't help matters that the blonde could faintly hear fangirling at the end of the aisle:
"Oh my God!"
"Look, they're so hot together!"
"Kyaa!"
"Damn, I've got a fantasy for tonight!"
Rikuo pushed away from the shelf, turning back to restock shelves, a smug look on his face.
Kazahaya threw a dust rag at Rikuo's head. "Bastard."
"Um... sir? Can you tell me where the makeup is?" a high school girl asked Kazahaya, her friend standing behind her, both of them blushing.
Kazahaya sighed. Fuck. Now they're gonna be fawning over me, too. Asshole.
