ABC Drabbles- Rated K-T

The chapters of this will be short and there will be exactly 26 of them because the point of this story is to do one 100 word drabble (I follow the Open on Sunday drabble rule) for each letter of the alphabet. Prompts were chosen randomly, brainstormed by family and friends. The prompt will be stated as the title of each chapter. Enjoy!



He was late to their first crime scene and did not apologize, so she immediately labeled him as arrogant. Moments later, he did the same to her as he watched her boss around the entire FBI tech team. Every time they met, they each reaffirmed their belief that the other was vain and self-important. Then he was right about Mrs. Masruk's affair and she was right about Farid and suddenly arrogant wasn't the sum definition of the partners.
Years later they are drinking margaritas (Angela's choice) and reminiscing and they all decide that they couldn't have started another way.

I'm gonna like this, Fluff! I've never heard of the Open on Sunday drabble rule, or even "drabble" for that matter, but this is gonna be fun!

I love it! Short chapters are great hehe.

DBCrazy wrote:I'm gonna like this, Fluff! I've never heard of the Open on Sunday drabble rule, or even "drabble" for that matter, but this is gonna be fun!

Thanks! A little explanation:
A drabble is a short fanfic that has a certain number of words. By following the Open on Sunday drabble rule I write my drabbles with exactly 100 words. Open on Sunday is a livejournal community of Buffyverse drabble writers. Each week they give you a prompt and you have to come up with a drabble for it. I've been doing it for about a month now and it's so convenient that I've been pretty drabble focused lately. Also, it's a lot of fun to say the word drabble!

ForensicMama wrote:I love it! Short chapters are great hehe.

Thank you! Short chapters are pretty much the only thing I have time for lately, but I have a lot of fun with them.

Fluffernutter wrote:

DBCrazy wrote:I'm gonna like this, Fluff! I've never heard of the Open on Sunday drabble rule, or even "drabble" for that matter, but this is gonna be fun!

Thanks! A little explanation:
A drabble is a short fanfic that has a certain number of words. By following the Open on Sunday drabble rule I write my drabbles with exactly 100 words. Open on Sunday is a livejournal community of Buffyverse drabble writers each week they give you a prompt and you have to come up with a drabble for it. I've been doing it for about a month now and it's so convenient that I've been pretty drabble focused lately. Also, it's a lot of fun to say the word drabble!

Hmmm. Thanks for the explanation, Fluff. Drabble is kind of a fun word! Might be fun to try too!

DBCrazy wrote:

Fluffernutter wrote:

DBCrazy wrote:I'm gonna like this, Fluff! I've never heard of the Open on Sunday drabble rule, or even "drabble" for that matter, but this is gonna be fun!

Thanks! A little explanation:
A drabble is a short fanfic that has a certain number of words. By following the Open on Sunday drabble rule I write my drabbles with exactly 100 words. Open on Sunday is a livejournal community of Buffyverse drabble writers each week they give you a prompt and you have to come up with a drabble for it. I've been doing it for about a month now and it's so convenient that I've been pretty drabble focused lately. Also, it's a lot of fun to say the word drabble!

Hmmm. Thanks for the explanation, Fluff. Drabble is kind of a fun word! Might be fun to try too!

I'll be on the lookout!

“One week.”
“Two!”
“Correction: five days. Ten bucks says I'm right.”
“They won't be together all the time. He can't get fed up with her over the phone.”
“You've never met Dr. Brennan, have you?”
“Abe's good. He can handle one squint for two weeks.”
“Actually, she comes with this nerd posse. Booth's the only one who can deal with them. They freeze out anyone else.”
“Abe doesn't have a chance, huh?”
“Nope. They should just stop trying to assign anyone else to the Jeffersonian.”
A grinning Booth walked out of the locker room. He had a partner to visit.

A/N: This takes place sometime during season 1.

I can just see the cartoon bubble over Booth's head as he walks out the door ... *with a cocky strut* " Yeah, I'm good! "

Fluff, I even counted the words! LOL

DBCrazy wrote:I can just see the cartoon bubble over Booth's head as he walks out the door ... *with a cocky strut* " Yeah, I'm good! "

Fluff, I even counted the words! LOL

That's the one drawback to drabbles: you want to say so much more than you have room for.
Now I have to be really careful of my word count!

Cam came back to work a week after Eppes. She looked mostly okay, but sometimes she jumped at loud noises.
They were working late on a new case. Hodgins called out for Indian food as they did paperwork together. They smelled the curries before Angela pulled them out. She held the carton gingerly, focusing on the sticker that said “Free with orders of $50 or more”. Cam sat frozen.
“You know what?” Hodgins clapped his hands. “I'm in more of a pizza mood. Why don't we give this stuff to security?”
“Great.” Cam shook her tension off. “I want pineapple.”

A/N: After Man on Death Row. It seemed a little strange that Cam would be completely unaffected by the fact that she almost died. If you'll recall, there was that whole clue with the curry ingredients.

A/N: After Man on Death Row. It seemed a little strange that Cam would be completely unaffected by the fact that she almost died. If you'll recall, there was that whole clue with the curry ingredients.

Nice closure on that, Fluff. I agree it seemed weird that she was fine so quickly ... until some effect we saw in tBtF.

Loved the Curry one, I agree she did seem totally unaffected. I think sometimes they skim over some things that maybe they should spend some time exploring. Well atleast we have wonderful authors such as yourself to explore all those missed oppurnities.

Ten years later, their best conversations still happen in the car.
“He got back at midnight and won't tell me where he was!”
“He's a teenager, Booth.”
“So he should get to act out because of his age?”
“His brain isn't fully formed. It's not his fault.”
The case is a serial killer focused on teens. Booth snaps two pens while trying to detach.
Parker comes home at 11:30 and finds his dad punching the bag viciously. He watches for a moment before touching his shoulder.
“I'm sorry,” he says.
“I'm always going to love you,” his father answers.

A/N: Wow, I'm really angst-focused. That totally could be a B/B terrible twos kid story, and yet it was angsty!

Loved it. I looooooooooved it!

I have no problem with angst-focused, Fluff! That's what teenagers do to you! I loved it!

DBCrazy wrote:I have no problem with angst-focused, Fluff!

Did you see the contrast in those words???? I'm losing my fluff!!! It's like I'm becoming a...a...OH GOD, I CAN'T SAY IT!!!!...an angsty teenager!!! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Why would I be okay with engagement?”

Because I can see you in a wedding dress. Because I've seen rings that I want to buy for you. Because when we go visit my parents, they'll make little remarks about how we're “living in sin”. Because I can't imagine life without you. Because I want you to.

He said none of this. Love is not about molding each other to specializations. He accepts her the way she is. But he does it with an eye roll.

“Whatever, Bones, alright? We're a loosely committed couple of hot high rollers...”

A/N: Gosh, the prompt was “engage”! That should have been fluff. But I couldn't fit an engagement scene into 100 words, so you get this. I know the next two will be angsty also, but the one after that will be lighter.

Angela almost dressed in her ugliest, frumpiest clothes just to spite Caroline. //Ugly it up a little!// Then she remembered that she should dress comfortably for her time in jail.
She put on a pair of black leggings of Bren's from last time Angela forced her to yoga. As spiritual as Angela was, she needed a tangible connection to her friend.
Hodgins came in behind her.
“You ready to go?” His voice was gentle. He still thought she was going to testify.
“Yeah.” She took his hand and went to go see if jail was worth her tax dollars.

When Angela first came to his house, she decided that his yard was too orderly. So she took herself a plot of land under a window and planted a million overlapping flowers and herbs. Seeing the garden made him feel like they were really together.
One day he came home early and found Angela packing pots into her trunk.
“I was going to leave a note,” she defended.
“It's okay.”
Hodgins stared at the garden. It had made her seem a part of his life. It seemed appropriate that it also made him truly believe that it was the end.

A/N: Roll on, great angst machine!

“Bones, you grew up in the eighties. You must know him!”

“I'm sorry, Booth, I don't.”

“Okay, have you seen Back to the Future?”

“It sounds familiar.”

“How'd you miss it?!”

“I was probably studying.”

“Course you were.”

“Booth, I just don't know!”

“It's Huey Lewis.”

“I've never heard of him.

“Okay, we need an emergency practice.”

“What?!”

“Don't argue about this, Bones. We're never going to win the pop culture game at Angela's without practice.”

“I told you to ask for another partner.”

“Maybe I will!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“...”

“...”

“You're not moving.”
“My house, 7:00. We'll start with the seventies.”

giggles, cute

E-F-G-H

I really like these, Fluff! I saw that "Huey Lewis" though and wondered what the heck? Now all I can think is "I want a new drug!"

8 down, 18 to go!

DBCrazy wrote:E-F-G-H

I really like these, Fluff! I saw that "Huey Lewis" though and wondered what the heck? Now all I can think is "I want a new drug!"

8 down, 18 to go!

I asked a group of my family and friends to send me prompts for each letter and then chose my favorites from those suggested. Huey Lewis happened to be the most interesting, but it was difficult to come up with something to write.

Wow, 18 to go? I've written almost all of them already and just have to get my word count down, so it feels like I've posted a lot more than I actually have.

For DBcrazy, faithful reviewer and fellow Buffyverse fan. And for Andy Hallett, who died too young.



“My glasses can see through walls!”

Brennan stared at Parker's iridescent glasses as he grinned up at her. When Booth had called her that morning saying that his mother had been hurt, she knew that she would have to deal with some childish antics. But she had expected bed-jumping, not total flights of fantasy. Parker was a smart enough child. How could he think that silvery 3-D glasses could enable him to see through walls?

She looked at Parker, twinkling up at her with Booth's eyes.

“Do you want to go look through some trees at the park?”