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Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls) & Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars)
41. Words
The first time they met, Rory was sitting at the coffee shop, drinking the largest cup of coffee Veronica had ever seen and writing down something into a pink notebook. She was frowning, like the words were making her furious. Veronica watched how her pen just flew across the paper. She didn't stop, she didn't hesitate, she just wrote. At that moment, Veronica knew she wanted to get to know this woman.
42. Study
“You know I hate it when you stare at me when I read,” Rory said without turning her eyes from the page.
“I know. It won't stop me though. You are so cute when you are annoyed,” Veronica said and smiled. Rory just sighed and turned the page.
43. Punctual
They were never late. Rory was always in time, because she planned ahead, researched the routes, bought the maps and made the lists. Veronica was just in the right place at the right time, without ever really trying. Veronica admired Rory's meticulous plans, while Rory was amazed the way Veronica seemed to just float through troubles. They worked well together.
44. Piggy bank
“Teach me something! Something neat, like... secret PI stuff!”
“Alright...Hand me your piggy bank,” Veronica said, pointing at the little plastic thing at the writing desk. It was lime green pig, with slightly deranged look in its eyes.
“No, what are you going to do to Mint? Don't hurt her, my mom gave it to me when I got my first paycheck!”
“It's a plastic pig. I'm sure it will survive...Alright, and the paperclip?”
“Oh my, you are going to crack my piggy bank! That is so wrong, Veronica Mars! I just bet I am not the first girl whose savings you have tried to lift...”
“I shall not repeat all the scandalous tales, Ms. Gilmore.”
45. Shooting star
The guys at the paint ball arena stared in dumbfound silence at the flashing numbers in the result board. Veronica rested her paintball gun against her shoulder with a mockingly cocky posture.
“Yes! That's my girlfriend!” Rory laughed and applauded.
The prompt table included 5 prompts marked as 'Writer's Choice'. I wrote five extra stories for five different pairings from previous fills. These are Anya/Marianne, Mary/Gemma, Sarah/Nikita, Veronica/Rory and Ilsa/Sophie. The prompts are from the same prompt table.
46. Writer's Choice: Afterlife – Marianne's Demonic Glory
There was an actual chant to summon her now, a pattern of things to call her forth. A trembled flower, a broken promise and she felt the pull of the vengeance inside her. The vengeance and the wrath was hers, and she belonged to this emotion completely. She remembered only bits and pieces of her old human life. She knew where her mothers grave was, and where her sister had been laid to rest. She knew these things, but the knowledge didn't affect her. She had left her human life, and she missed it no more.
What hurt her now was the woman standing in front of her. Marianne felt such anger that it shivered her, like a fever.
“You left us Anyanka!” Marianne said, looking her in the eye, willing her to understand. “You left me! How could you do such a thing?”
“You don't understand! It wasn't my choice! They tricked me! They took my power...”
“Tricked, you? Please! Don't insult me with such a silly lie! You left, and you fell out of favor and you almost dragged me down with you! And I trusted you Anyanka, I loved you!” And there it was, the excruciating pleasure of vengeance, the deep power of her demonic self, shining through. The demon laughed, and reaped vengeance.
47. Writer's Choice: Boxes – Mary's Triumph
When Mary returned for her baby, she also returned to her motherly duties. What happened at the road, stayed at the road. Gemma just looked at her and handed her the baby, without saying a word.
“I brought you something,” Mary said and fumbled a little box from her jeans pocket. Gemma took it and opened it carefully.
“That is a...”
“A piece of bone from the demon I slayed. Scorch it black, roll it in mandrake and clear water in moonlight, and you have one hell of a lucky charm. And I'm not kidding about the hell part.”
“Oh... Thank you. I guess. I packed you something useful with your lunch,” Gemma said, nodding toward the brown paper bag waiting at the table. Mary took a look inside and saw a black shine of a gun. She nodded, and smiled.
“Thank you, Gemma,” Mary said and leaned to hug her, careful not to wake the baby. “Take care.”
“You too.”
48. Writer's Choice: Nostalgia – Sarah's Faded Photograph
“You look so young.”
“That's because I was young. Oh god, was I truly ever that young? Feels like it was thousand years ago.”
Nikita leaned her head against her shoulder, letting the pain ebb away. It wasn't her first time getting shot, but somehow it always hurt like never before. Sarah brushed her hair, a calming gesture. She had patched the wound well, so well in fact, that there might not be even a scar left.
Nikita held the faded photograph in her hand. Sarah looked beautiful in the photograph.
“I was very pregnant at the time. John was kicking up a storm, and I needed to pee every five minutes.”
“You loved it,” Nikita noted, staring at the picture. “You have the glow.”
“Being pregnant? Goodness, do I didn't. But I loved John, and that really helped,” Sarah said and smirked. “Now young lady, you should sleep a bit. That bullet wound won't heel if you don't rest.”
Nikita handed the photograph back to Sarah. “I suppose. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For showing me that.”
Sarah just smiled and kissed her forehead softly. “Sleep.”
49. Writer's Choice: Insanity – The Other Lorelai
Veronica Mars sees in slow motion how their elaborate lies crumble, when her girlfriends mother shakes her hand. Her name is Lorelai, and she is angry. No, not angry. She is boiling mad. Rory is tense, reading her mothers expression and realizing the same thing as Veronica: this won't end well. The other Lorelai is here on a surprise visit, and what a surprise this turned out to be!
The boyfriend she came to meet is...Veronica.
And the mother isn't taking this well. She is talking a mile a minute, words convoluting together in a manner that remind Veronica about the way Rory sometimes babbles, in the privacy of their bed. This is a horrible train of thought and a little nervous, insane giggle just escapes. Lorelai stops talking, and turns her whole, undivided attention to Veronica.
It takes all her courage not to turn around and run.
50. Writer's Choice: Happy Birthday To You – Ilsa's Party Treat
Ilsa didn't want to celebrate her birthday, but the team insisted, so she allowed them to arrange a party for her. It seemed to amuse them to no end, and Ilsa didn't want to spoil the fun. All they asked from her, was to buy a pretty dress and appear at the certain location at the certain time. It wasn't too hard to do, so Ilsa agreed.
That was how she found herself standing at the roof top of some strange building, wearing a one of a kind designer dress and waiting for something to happen. The scenery opening at the roof top was breathtaking, but Ilsa was standing there alone, and she wondered why.
“Happy birthday Ilsa.”
Ilsa swirled around, startled. “Sophie?”
“Surprised?”
Ilsa crossed the short distance between them and pulled her into her arms. “Delighted.”
Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls) & Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars)
41. Words
The first time they met, Rory was sitting at the coffee shop, drinking the largest cup of coffee Veronica had ever seen and writing down something into a pink notebook. She was frowning, like the words were making her furious. Veronica watched how her pen just flew across the paper. She didn't stop, she didn't hesitate, she just wrote. At that moment, Veronica knew she wanted to get to know this woman.
42. Study
“You know I hate it when you stare at me when I read,” Rory said without turning her eyes from the page.
“I know. It won't stop me though. You are so cute when you are annoyed,” Veronica said and smiled. Rory just sighed and turned the page.
43. Punctual
They were never late. Rory was always in time, because she planned ahead, researched the routes, bought the maps and made the lists. Veronica was just in the right place at the right time, without ever really trying. Veronica admired Rory's meticulous plans, while Rory was amazed the way Veronica seemed to just float through troubles. They worked well together.
44. Piggy bank
“Teach me something! Something neat, like... secret PI stuff!”
“Alright...Hand me your piggy bank,” Veronica said, pointing at the little plastic thing at the writing desk. It was lime green pig, with slightly deranged look in its eyes.
“No, what are you going to do to Mint? Don't hurt her, my mom gave it to me when I got my first paycheck!”
“It's a plastic pig. I'm sure it will survive...Alright, and the paperclip?”
“Oh my, you are going to crack my piggy bank! That is so wrong, Veronica Mars! I just bet I am not the first girl whose savings you have tried to lift...”
“I shall not repeat all the scandalous tales, Ms. Gilmore.”
45. Shooting star
The guys at the paint ball arena stared in dumbfound silence at the flashing numbers in the result board. Veronica rested her paintball gun against her shoulder with a mockingly cocky posture.
“Yes! That's my girlfriend!” Rory laughed and applauded.
The prompt table included 5 prompts marked as 'Writer's Choice'. I wrote five extra stories for five different pairings from previous fills. These are Anya/Marianne, Mary/Gemma, Sarah/Nikita, Veronica/Rory and Ilsa/Sophie. The prompts are from the same prompt table.
46. Writer's Choice: Afterlife – Marianne's Demonic Glory
There was an actual chant to summon her now, a pattern of things to call her forth. A trembled flower, a broken promise and she felt the pull of the vengeance inside her. The vengeance and the wrath was hers, and she belonged to this emotion completely. She remembered only bits and pieces of her old human life. She knew where her mothers grave was, and where her sister had been laid to rest. She knew these things, but the knowledge didn't affect her. She had left her human life, and she missed it no more.
What hurt her now was the woman standing in front of her. Marianne felt such anger that it shivered her, like a fever.
“You left us Anyanka!” Marianne said, looking her in the eye, willing her to understand. “You left me! How could you do such a thing?”
“You don't understand! It wasn't my choice! They tricked me! They took my power...”
“Tricked, you? Please! Don't insult me with such a silly lie! You left, and you fell out of favor and you almost dragged me down with you! And I trusted you Anyanka, I loved you!” And there it was, the excruciating pleasure of vengeance, the deep power of her demonic self, shining through. The demon laughed, and reaped vengeance.
47. Writer's Choice: Boxes – Mary's Triumph
When Mary returned for her baby, she also returned to her motherly duties. What happened at the road, stayed at the road. Gemma just looked at her and handed her the baby, without saying a word.
“I brought you something,” Mary said and fumbled a little box from her jeans pocket. Gemma took it and opened it carefully.
“That is a...”
“A piece of bone from the demon I slayed. Scorch it black, roll it in mandrake and clear water in moonlight, and you have one hell of a lucky charm. And I'm not kidding about the hell part.”
“Oh... Thank you. I guess. I packed you something useful with your lunch,” Gemma said, nodding toward the brown paper bag waiting at the table. Mary took a look inside and saw a black shine of a gun. She nodded, and smiled.
“Thank you, Gemma,” Mary said and leaned to hug her, careful not to wake the baby. “Take care.”
“You too.”
48. Writer's Choice: Nostalgia – Sarah's Faded Photograph
“You look so young.”
“That's because I was young. Oh god, was I truly ever that young? Feels like it was thousand years ago.”
Nikita leaned her head against her shoulder, letting the pain ebb away. It wasn't her first time getting shot, but somehow it always hurt like never before. Sarah brushed her hair, a calming gesture. She had patched the wound well, so well in fact, that there might not be even a scar left.
Nikita held the faded photograph in her hand. Sarah looked beautiful in the photograph.
“I was very pregnant at the time. John was kicking up a storm, and I needed to pee every five minutes.”
“You loved it,” Nikita noted, staring at the picture. “You have the glow.”
“Being pregnant? Goodness, do I didn't. But I loved John, and that really helped,” Sarah said and smirked. “Now young lady, you should sleep a bit. That bullet wound won't heel if you don't rest.”
Nikita handed the photograph back to Sarah. “I suppose. Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For showing me that.”
Sarah just smiled and kissed her forehead softly. “Sleep.”
49. Writer's Choice: Insanity – The Other Lorelai
Veronica Mars sees in slow motion how their elaborate lies crumble, when her girlfriends mother shakes her hand. Her name is Lorelai, and she is angry. No, not angry. She is boiling mad. Rory is tense, reading her mothers expression and realizing the same thing as Veronica: this won't end well. The other Lorelai is here on a surprise visit, and what a surprise this turned out to be!
The boyfriend she came to meet is...Veronica.
And the mother isn't taking this well. She is talking a mile a minute, words convoluting together in a manner that remind Veronica about the way Rory sometimes babbles, in the privacy of their bed. This is a horrible train of thought and a little nervous, insane giggle just escapes. Lorelai stops talking, and turns her whole, undivided attention to Veronica.
It takes all her courage not to turn around and run.
50. Writer's Choice: Happy Birthday To You – Ilsa's Party Treat
Ilsa didn't want to celebrate her birthday, but the team insisted, so she allowed them to arrange a party for her. It seemed to amuse them to no end, and Ilsa didn't want to spoil the fun. All they asked from her, was to buy a pretty dress and appear at the certain location at the certain time. It wasn't too hard to do, so Ilsa agreed.
That was how she found herself standing at the roof top of some strange building, wearing a one of a kind designer dress and waiting for something to happen. The scenery opening at the roof top was breathtaking, but Ilsa was standing there alone, and she wondered why.
“Happy birthday Ilsa.”
Ilsa swirled around, startled. “Sophie?”
“Surprised?”
Ilsa crossed the short distance between them and pulled her into her arms. “Delighted.”