Okay, okay. Another bandwagon.

[dizmo]

Cuz I don't think anyone can ever actually really be ficletted out....

Request a ficlet, I'll write it!

Can't guarantee it'll be IMMEDIATELY, but as soon as I can.

Popslash, no problem. I'll even make forays into LotR, Harry Potter... Pirates of the Caribbean.... Babylon 5, although I dunno if anyone will actually REQUEST that, and X-Files.

Or crossovers thereof.

Lay 'em on me.

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[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

Captain Jack Sparrow/JC - I don't care how you get them together, but I think their fashion senses and verbal communication skills make them a good match.

[dizmo]

JC sat up and looked slowly around, blinking. He was pretty sure that he went to bed in his own damn room the night before. But he was waking up on what appeared to be a deserted island. Granted, the sand was probably about as soft as his bed, but that wasn't exactly the point. He climbed to his feet, brushing sand of of his pajama bottoms. He had to take a walk and see if there was any sign of humanity nearby.

After about an hour of walking, when he ended up right back where he started, he determined two things. One, it was a pretty small island, and two, there was no other human here. Which was remarkably inconvenient, because he didn't make a habit of keeping his cell phone on him when he slept, so he had no way of getting in contact with, well.. anybody.

Another hour, and he was extremely bored. He'd managed to slam a coconut on a large rock hard enough to crack it open, so he had lunch. And wrote a little impromptu song about the coconuts. It had about fifteen verses before he finally got sick of it and mercifully killed the song. He was in the process of throwing pieces of the shell into the ocean when he spotted the ship. Big old black ship. Yanking off the wifebeater he'd slept in, he tied it to a piece of driftwood sitting on the beach and waved his makeshift flag frantically. He really really hoped the ship saw him.

Just his luck, it would turn out to be a pirate ship. All the more luck that it looked like a fifteenth century pirate ship, so that left him puzzling over how the hell he managed to cross both space and time. (Of course, that thought caused his mind to flash to 'She Got Me', and he resolved from that moment to be careful what he wished for.)

The captain was not remotely what he expected a pirate captain to be like. Instead of being overly fearsome and intimidating and scary with bad breath, he was... rather quirky, and, JC had to admit, somewhat attractive. Although the bad breath was still there. Of course, JC presumed, fifteenth century hygiene probably wasn't entirely perfect.

He introduced himself as Captain Jack Sparrow. And the ship as the Black Pearl. And promptly continued on before offering JC the chance to return the introduction. "So, mate, y'hardly look like a marooned pirate, so how exactly did you manage to end up on this Godforsaken spit of land?"

"Um. I'm not entirely sure. I just.. I woke up here. But I didn't go to sleep here. But I don't think someone took me here, but... I dunno. I'm just here."

The captain arched an eyebrow. "Yes, I see that. You are here. And I am here. Which is why we are able to have this conversation. What's your name anyway, mate?"

"JC. Chasez."

"Ah! A Frenchman! Heard a lot of... good stories about you Frenchmen. Never actually met one, myself. Present company excepted, of course."

"Um, well.. not--" Jack held up a hand.

"Nevermind that right now." He eyed JC's still bare chest with a slow smile growing on his face. "I think, mate, that we may be able to negotiate passage for you to a suitable port." His eyes glinted. "What say you?"

JC smiled slowly himself, mental note to be careful what he wished for immediately rescinded. "I could do that."

"Excellent, mate. I think you and me'll get along just fine."

[patchworkdragon.livejournal.com]

mm, nice. I like.

It's nice to see a JC who doesn't fall apart under stress; he managed to feed himself and everything.

[tavellafic.livejournal.com]

Now I'm envisioning JC in pirate garb... with eyeliner...

Okay, now how do I get off the floor?

[dizmo]

Who says you have to get up? Maybe JC in pirate garb with eyeliner'll join you, and make it ever so much more entertaining!

Cuz you know Cap'n Jack'd be most willing to share.

[northern]

Just wanted to say that I adore your icon.

And the ficlet wasn't half bad, either. ;) Woo-hoo for Captain Jack!

[poofusgirl.livejournal.com]

Basez!

Hot tubbing Basez!!!!!

mmmmmmmmm yes.

[dizmo]

JC was roused by a remarkably comfortable catnap by his cell phone beeping persistently at him. He rolled over and blinked at it. He picked it up reluctantly and glanced at the display. It was a text message. From Lance. Why he was sending a text message when he was in the same house was utterly beyond JC's comprehension. Then he actually looked at the message.

'Come to the hot tub. Clothing optional.'

A smile burst onto JC's face and he all but shot out of bed, pulling off his t-shirt en route.

Wriggling out of his jeans while on the stairs wasn't quite as easy a prospect, and he barely managed to avoid taking a headfirst dive to the bottom of the stairwell. However, he did manage, and figured that the discarded jeans on the stairs could just be cleaned up on the way back.

The trail of clothes he left through his house led to the backyard, where he arrived with nothing but his lion pendant and a smile- a smile matching the one on Lance's face once he saw him.

"Fifty-six seconds. Better than last time," Lance said with a wry grin.

JC laughed softly, climbing in. "Didn't wanna waste time, cuz I think that you and I are gonna be here all afternoon.

Lance smiled wickedly.

JC's prediction wasn't wrong.

[poofusgirl.livejournal.com]

squeeeeee!

Thanks hun!

::hugs::

I love it!

I can so picture JC wiggling outta his jeans. lol

[kifty.livejournal.com]

Ooh, definitely something with Chris... Do you do Boys too? If so, then a Chowie story. If not, then Choey, involving Bree somehow.

Hooray for ficlets!

[myorangecrush.livejournal.com]

Here's an odd one. Can you do me an NSYNC fiction using the lyrics to 'No Regrets' by Robbie Williams as the basis.

It was written when he was sacked from Take That, but I think you will see where my thought trains go, but my writing capacities don't if you read the lyrics with respect to a certain youngest member of a vocal harmony group.

Thanks hon.

Gill