Drabble : A piece of fiction that equals exactly 100 words.

I was having trouble with my writing so Missy suggested that I try writing drabbles. Each drabble was written from a specific request. Those that are continuations of completed fics should be considered spoilers.

msktrnanny asked for a year after the end of In Any Given Moment.

There were times when Lance wanted to strangle Joey for siccing JC on him.

Like today, for instance, when his prissiness was holed up in his office, not to be disturbed unless the house was falling down around them. Which Lance would gladly let happen, if JC was going to continue behaving this way.

Of course, he thought all of that before a pair of arms wrapped around his waist and he was pushed back against the counter, being thoroughly kissed. Warm and flushed, he changed his mind and thought he’d better call Joey later to thank him again, instead.

topaz119 asked for modern day TrickC.

Three years, five months, and seven days into it and Chris still can’t figure out the how’s and whys of he and JC’s relationship. From friends to lovers, they’d traveled a road with no clear direction or destination, and somehow, they made it work. Chris thought that was more JC’s doing than his, except that whenever he expressed this, JC pulled out his favorite picture of the two of them. The one where JC was sleeping and Chris was looking at him in a way that made JC take Chris’s face between his hands and whisper, ‘I love you, too.’

sweetchacha requested something from the already completed fic, Finding Your Way Home.

They were different with each other. Considerate instead of critical; each more inclined to listen, and less inclined to cast blame. They talked with each other instead of at, set guidelines and stuck with them; dinner together at least four out of seven nights, with one complete day a week that was set aside solely for them.

They were more than they had been, less still than they could be, but they were working on changing that. Day by day they were gaining back all they’d lost, while piece by piece their foundation grew stronger than it had ever been.

krankykittie asked for something in the Illusions universe that had some TLC.

JC was the crankiest sick person that he knew, and then there was Lance. For the last week he’d listened to nothing but moaning, groaning, and whining about Lance’s cold; while being kept awake all night by the sneezing and coughing that went with it.

Despite that, he’d taken care of the kids, made Lance homemade chicken soup, andsqueezed more fresh oranges than he cared to remember.

Lance owed him, and when JC crawled sniffling into the bed next to his much brighter eyed partner, he knew the payback was going to begin sooner than either of them had expected.

topaz119 asked for a little something from Heffalumps & Woozles.

The beauty that was fall in New Hampshire never failed to soothe Lance. This was especially true on road to his house, where the sun dappled through the trees and turned the entire stretch into a crimson wonderland.

It was a spot where he could leave the troubles of a day spent teaching pre-adolescents behind, and it was a place where he could allow the anticipation of what lay just around the bend to fill him.

A simple log cabin, a man and a dog waiting on the porch, and the peace that came from knowing that this was home.

msktrnanny wanted Lance/Chris, mood : pre-menstral.

An hour before Taylor’s birthday party, Chris had called, frantic; his flight had been cancelled after three hours of sitting at the gate and there was no way he was going to make it in time. Lance had calmed Chris, assured him he’d be fine alone, and had set out to Bev’s, dreaming of ice cream and cake.

The second he’d walked in, he’d known that this party was not going to be anywhere close to his fantasy, and that was before Bev had walked over to him, rolled her eyes, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, “PMS.”

sweetchacha wanted JC/Lance with the mood hopeful.

“It’s going to be okay.” JC wrapped his arms around Lance, and pulled him back against his chest.

“How can you be so sure,” Lance whispered. His fingers clenched tightly over JC’s forearms, leaving little crescent shaped marks behind.

“They’re our parents, and they love us. They want us to be happy, and being together makes us happy.”

Lance felt the knot in his stomach loosen as JC stroked circles over it. “Do you really think so?”

JC softly kissed the side of Lance’s neck. “I do.”

Lance relaxed for the first time since they’d called their parents. “Me, too.”

sagittariusgirl wanted JC/Lance cooking the Thanksgiving turkey.

“Okay, the recipe says that first you have to remove the neck and giblets from the breast cavity.”

JC looked at the turkey in front of him. “Eww, no way. I’m not sticking my hand in that.”

Lance rolled his eyes, because really, JC was such a girl sometimes.

“Fine, I’ll do it.” Lance nudged JC aside with his hip, looked down and, yuck. JC was right, because up close it did look pretty gross.

“Maybe, we can just cook it with them still inside?”

"Maybe, next year when everyone asks where we’re having Thanksgiving, you’ll volunteer someone else’s house!”

taz4lance asked...How about an Illusions Christmas? Don't forget Evan and maybe even those new babies?Written with topaz119

For days, Evan begged and pleaded and nagged to see Santa. So, right after Thanksgiving, everyone was dressed in their Christmas finery, and they headed downtown to do just that.

One spit-up, two diaper changes, and six million, "Dad, I wanna seeeeee," laters, it was finally their turn. Only instead of rushing forward, Evan was whining and Lance was scowling.

JC scooped Evan up. "I think the babies are kinda scared," Evan whispered.

JC nudged Lance. "Yeah, buddy, let's get them outta here."

Evan nodded, Lance sighed, Santa smiled understandingly, and JC decided that Christmas was definitely not for wimps.

beatpropx wanted My Chemical Romance, Gerard/Frankie, holiday tattoo

"Don't be an ass, Frankie." Gerard's eyes narrowed when Frankie danced out of reach. "Show me."

"You have to guess."

"Fuck that. It could be anything."

Frankie shook his head. "I told you it was for Christmas."

Gerard remembered Frankie nagging him to death to draw him something holiday-ish for his new tat, and how he'd finally gotten fed up, and - no fucking way. He wouldn't.

"You didn't."

Frankie's grin stretched from ear to ear. "Didn't what?"

"You did not have the dick I drew with antlers tattooed on your ass."

Frankie pushed his sweatpants down and turned, "I did."

topaz119 asked for Christmas at the cabin from Heffalumps and Woozles

Snow fell softly as they walked, and Lance stopped to peer up at the sky, not caring when JC teased him mercilessly about being a southern boy because he danced in place to keep warm.

When watching the swirling snow began to make him dizzy, Lance tipped his head down and continued searching the Christmas trees for just the right one.

"How about this one?" he stopped beside a fat balsam fir.

"It's perfect," JC smiled, loving that Lance was completely unaware of the picture he made; snow sparkling in his hair, his cheeks rosy from the cold. "Just perfect."

krankykittie also wanted something from the Illusions universe.

"Daddy." Evan walked into the kitchen carrying his Advent calendar. JC smiled, knowing what came next. "I take another one off."

"You can if you want to buddy." JC lifted Evan to the counter. "But it'll still be twenty days until Santa comes."

Evan's frown had JC remembering his own endless waits for Santa.

"You know, Ev, Santa might have brought  "

Lance chose that moment to walk into the room. He took one look at the calendar, his son's pout, and JC's guilty face. "Don't even think about it."

JC sighed; it was going to be a long month.

crazyscropio was another person who wanted something from the Illuions universe.

When Lance was young, he'd sit on Christmas Day, watching his family and daydream about what Christmas would be like when he was older and married.

Years later his reality was far removed from anything he'd imaged as a child. He wasn't married, and quite possibly never would be, and it'd hurt a bit to let go of that part of his dream.

Though, as he watched JC sitting under the tree, marveling with Evan over one of his gifts from Santa, Aidan asleep beside him, and Luke on his knee, Lance knew that he wouldn't change this for anything.

sweetchacha said that anything Basez would make her happy, and I was inspired to write a little something that followed Busted and Lance's Revenge.

"Why do you continually insist on doing things that makes me have to spend hours assuring my mother you're really not a freak?"

JC blinked blearily up at his boyfriend and the picture he had clenched in his fist. "Huh?"

"The I fuck sheep button, JC." Lance ground his teeth. "What were you thinking?"

"Oh, that. It was just a joke. It's not printable; they won't do anything with it."

"It's all over the net. Which means my mother isn't going to be the only one asking questions."

"Oh." JC groaned when the phone beside him began to shrill. "Shit."