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Challenge call - The Phantom Librarian
Spewing out too many words since November 2003
fernwithy
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Challenge call
Yeah, yeah. Bored, slightly burned out on Shades, need a break. Anyone want a little drabble-esque short thing? I'll say in a non-HP fandom this time. (I know SW, Buffy, LotR, Lord of the Flies, Goonies, Stand By Me, Indiana Jones... eh, you all know my tastes. I'm not nearly qualified to write House, as I haven't seen all the eps yet. ;)) Need to reset the brain. ;)

Okay, caught up. I'll close down the post now. Thanks for the bunnies!

Leia's foster mother's thoughts on taking her in, for leeflower
Indiana Jones teaches a class, for singingtopsy
Something about Qui-Gon as a youngling or apprentice, for gehayi
Buffy/Spike on a date, for austenrowling
A segment of Yoda teaching Luke which didn't make the final cut of ESB, for sue_parsons
Buffy circa season 2 or 3, for rainingtulips
Early season 2 BtVS, with Giles and Miss Calendar, for thunderemerald
Young Eowyn, for riah_chan
Indiana Jones and Abner Ravenwood before the big blowout, for sreya
Willow and Oz meet up again years after "Chosen", for mistralcat
Jeffrey Jones (Voyagers!) gets his own Omni, for willowbough
Spike helps Dawn study Victorian poetry, for Ellen
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leeflower From: leeflower Date: September 9th, 2006 10:06 pm (UTC) (Link)
Queen breha's first reactions to Leia?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 9th, 2006 10:11 pm (UTC) (Link)
Who's breha? I used that name in an original fic, but I know I never posted it, and it didn't have anything to do with SW.
singingtopsy From: singingtopsy Date: September 9th, 2006 10:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
How about one where Indiana Jones teaches a class?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 9th, 2006 10:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
He knew it was going to be one of those classes as soon as the girl in bell-bottom blue jeans and a tie-dyed T-shirt sat in the front row glaring at him. He never thought he would miss starry-eyed "Love You"s written on their eyelids, but he'd always figured, by this point in his career, they'd have decided to just learn archaeology.

Yeah.

"You're a grave robber," the girl said without any preliminaries. "You're exploiting the wealth of indigenous cultures."

He sighed. There'd been one every semester since 1967, and he was beginning to think they'd outlast him. Wan Li (who hadn't been short or round for years) tended to roll his eyes and say, "Why do you think I only teach Chinese stuff? No arguments." Indy himself didn't have quite that much of an out.

Besides, the native culture hadn't been the one getting exploited in the deal for the bust. The Caribs had manage to con the museum out of three times what it was worth--and that was after Indy had tracked the damned thing down and Li had gone scuba diving through a lava tube to get to it.

He could have said that. But she'd have just come up with something about bullying. Instead, he managed to stammer out, "Well, inside the native culture, it was... well, in a lava tube under water. If that volcano of theirs blows, they'd have lost it for good."

"That volcano is extinct."

"You may be willing to take that on faith, but they aren't. They were the ones who sent me to get it."

"Hmmph," the girl said, apparently not having any other answer. She sat back with narrowed eyes and dared him to get on with the class.

He shook his head and turned to the board. "We're going to start with the Neolithic period today..."
gehayi From: gehayi Date: September 9th, 2006 10:31 pm (UTC) (Link)
Something about Qui-Gon as a youngling or an apprentice would be lovely.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 9th, 2006 11:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oo, I don't think I ever did youngling Qui-Gon. And QG was one of my favorite new additions from the prequels.




"That one," Master Yoda said. "Good for you, would he be, padawan."

Dooku frowned, unimpressed, and watched the brown-haired human boy fencing with a Rodian girl. They were using practice lightsabers still, and the blades made a light humming sound when they touched. He matched the girl blow for blow, though he never seemed to take the initiative in battle. "I suppose he's reasonably talented."

"Strong with the Force he is," Yoda said.

"Aren't they all?" Dooku watched the girl. She was daring and bold, and clearly of good stock. "It's the Jinn boy, isn't it? The one we found on Corellia?"

"The very one."

Qui-Gon Jinn spotted something above himself and seemed to abruptly decide to end the duel. He made a swift loop with his blade and disarmed his opponent and, without looking, jumped up to a catwalk. "Look at this!" he called down to the girl. "It's going to rain. They've made gray clouds!"

"We're meant to be practicing," the girl said.

"But there will be lightning!"

"The creche master said we were to practice until lunch time, and then go eat."

"I'll stay and watch the rain." The boy sat down with his head against the catwalk's guardrail and looked up through the skylight. "Did you ever watch clouds, Tirra?"

The girl, Tirra, picked up her lightsaber in annoyance and ignited it, following him up to resume battle.

Yoda opened the door beside the one-sided mirror they'd been watching through and tapped is cane on the floor. "Done well, you have, younglings!" he said.

Tirra gave him a quick bow. "I... well... Qui-Gon... is..."

Qui-Gon had stood, but was just leaning comfortably over the railing. "Hello Master Yoda. I was just watching the rain. May I go out into it?"

Yoda smiled, and Dooku knew what was coming next. "Go, you may," Yoda said. "But take my old padawan with you, you must..."
austenrowling From: austenrowling Date: September 9th, 2006 11:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Buffy/Spike on a date
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 12:05 am (UTC) (Link)
His eyes widened when she sat down across from him, and for the just for the tiniest moment, she thought he was going do a fade, but he didn't.

"Hi, Spike."

He blinked. "You don't look surprised to see me," he said.

"Oh, come on. Your ad was rhymed in iambic pentameter--well, that's what Willow said, anyway--and you said something getting hellmouthed."

"Swallowed in the crunching jaws of hell," he muttered. "Didn't get many responses, and if you knew it was me, why didn't you bloody tell me it was going to be you... Cecily."

"I thought it might work better as a surprise."

"Well, you were bloody wrong. I don't want any more surprises. Anyway, I'm not your type anymore, in case you haven't heard," he sulked, and it was so completely Spike that Buffy wondered why she had bothered with the cloak and dagger, except that Dawn had thought it would be funny.

"I heard you got all shanshued."

"I bet you heard about that at length." He snorted. "Angel signed it away, you know. Signed off his rights, so I got to do it. He never lets me forget I didn't earn it, though I reckon he's whining to you about how it's just not fair." He frowned. "Aren't you with that Immortal blighter these days?"

"Tired of immortals," Buffy said lightly, skating over many nights of tossing and turning when Dawn had spotted three white hairs. "Coffee?"
sue_parsons From: sue_parsons Date: September 9th, 2006 11:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
A segment of Yoda teaching Luke which didn't make the final cut of ESB. Please.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 12:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Luke sat hunched in Yoda's hut, stirring at the fire with metal tong and looking out the window at the pouring rain. He was fidgeting, and he looked like he was ready to stand up and burst through the ceiling.

Patience.

He had to learn patience.

"Later, run with the river, you will," Yoda said. "But now, lessons."

"We've had lessons while I was running before."

"Old, I am, and raining, it is."

"Hmm," Luke said. "I spent my whole life trying to figure out how to make it start. I don't know how to make it stop."

"Common, this problem is among younglings," Yoda said. "Its course, let it take you must. In its own time, the galaxy will run."

"But I don't have time!"

Yoda sighed and watched the boy as he absently picked up snakes and vegetables and put them down in different places. He was grimacing in a perfectly familiar way. His mind was far off. In the Temple, Yoda would have sent him off to meditate. Here... there was no truly peaceful place here.

He looked up from under a fringe of blond hair and said, "I just feel like, if I don't do something fast, something really bad is going to happen."

Yoda felt ice grip his heart, like he was looking across at another young Jedi altogether.

He had failed then. Proper attention had not been paid. The boy had needed to be taught, but so many other things had been crowding in. No one had heard.

"Never certain, is the future," he said. "A Jedi, become, and best, it will be, for all..."
rainingtulips From: rainingtulips Date: September 9th, 2006 11:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
I would love a Buffy fic circa season 2 or 3, please!
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 01:11 am (UTC) (Link)
"Okay," Buffy said. "Out with it. What's the what here, Will?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, your pencil's chewed down to the lead and you're pulling your hair. Also, not at Oz's. Third day. That's, like, a record since Christmas."

"Oz is rehearsing." Willow bit her lip.

"Oo, and now with the lip. Come on. Out with it."

Willow lowered her eyes, doodled on the side of her calculus, then said, "Well, it's just... are you going to talk to Giles? You've been all forgive-y and everything since the thing with the test and the vampire and your mom--"

"Well, he did get fired."

"--but you haven't been into the library since it happened."

"He hasn't called me."

"He's not your Watcher and he thinks you hate him!"

"It hasn't even been a week. I've gone a whole week without Gilesing it before. Two whole summers."

"That wasn't because you had a fight with him, though. And he's all guilty. And he doesn't think you want him to be here. He's talking about going back to England! And he'd be so bored!"

"He told you all that?"

"Well, not in so many words, but he's always drinking tea and talking about London, and saying how he doesn't blame you for not coming."

"Oh. You're right. That's bad." Buffy picked up her bookbag. "Come on."

"What, now?"

She shrugged. "I think I need a library book."
thunderemerald From: thunderemerald Date: September 9th, 2006 11:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hmmm... since I'm a new Buffy convert -- how about an early season 2 drabble with Giles and Miss Calendar? :)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 02:40 am (UTC) (Link)
"I do apologize, Jenny," Rupert said. "I promise, our next date will be somewhat more traditional. Perhaps involving a meal. Wine. A show of some sort."

Jenny grinned and followed him to the overturned cage lying in the long grass. "I'm sure we can think of something date-like to do."

"Well... er... yes, naturally." He didn't look at her, instead bending down to examine the cage. She appreciated the way his smoothly muscled shoulders moved under the tweed jacket.

"So what's with the cage?"

"After the incident at the school, I thought it would be wise to find out how this 'Spike' is related to the Anointed One." He brushed his finger over the bars and brought it up, wrinkling his nose.

"What's that?"

"My guess? The Anointed One."

"Oh. Charming." Jenny crouched down beside him. The bottom of the cage was lightly coated with ash. "Do you think they just brought him here last night?"

"No. There's not enough ash to account even for a child vampire. There's none in the grass. I believe this was brought here from elsewhere. The factory, I would presume."

"Some reason we don't just burn it down?"

"Jail. Deportation." Rupert leaned in and looked more deeply at the cage, then sat back on his heels and shook his head. "It may come to that, Jenny, but at the moment, it would be wiser to follow the trail to Spike and handle this somewhat more... subtly."

"Do you see anything useful here?"

"No. Just the last ruin of a missing boy."

Jenny nodded and touched the back of Rupert's neck. "He's free now."

"Yes, quite." He stood up and squeezed her fingers, then let go to look at his watch. "Oh, my the time. We'd best get to the school."

Jenny made a face that she would never make in front of her students. "Right. Get ready for the Cultural Invasion." She was quite certain that most of the visitors would be upper middle class people from cities and suburbs... not much of a cultural exchange to Sunnydale. She and Rupert were probably more different from the students than anyone who was planning to come.

At least they wouldn't be demons, though. That was something.

She followed Rupert to the place where they'd parked their cars, and led the way back to the school.
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riah_chan From: riah_chan Date: September 10th, 2006 12:24 am (UTC) (Link)
Something with Eowyn from LotR... maybe when she was young?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 03:26 am (UTC) (Link)
Eowyn sometimes thought that, if she urged the horse fast enough, she would fly, soaring up to the eagles, her hair flowing back behind her in the slipstream as she flew over Minas Tirith, followed Anduin, looked down upon Mirkwood, and saw the lands beyond. It was impossible. Her mount gave her best, but they remained earthbound, and she remained at Edoras, which was not a bad life. She was loved and valued, if not free to see all that she dreamed of seeing.

"To the river!"

She looked over her shoulder and saw Eomer thundering out of the stables on the large horse he'd claimed last year. He wasn't in armor--or boots--and was riding bareback, as she was. He smiled as he passed her.

She urged her mount to follow him, rushing through the tall spring grass toward the sound of the river.

"Little sister, far behind!" he called, and she put on a burst of speed to catch up to him. He laughed. "I knew you could do it!"

"Of course you did! I taught you!"

"You did not!"

They raced together under the sun, splashing into the swampy land of Entwash and slowing down. They slipped off the horses onto a hummock. "Pity you're a girl," Eomer said. "You ride better than half the men in my company."

"I'm as good with a sword as well."

"There are few of them I wouldn't mind seeing conquered by my younger sister."

"So let me."

"Don't be absurd." He lay down and looked across the river. "Why do you want to be what you aren't, Eowyn?"

She rolled over and looked away from him. "I don't," she said.
sreya From: sreya Date: September 10th, 2006 12:32 am (UTC) (Link)
Ooo, Indiana Jones sounds good. Um... something with Indy and Marian's father (brain spazzing on the family name) before the big fight please?
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 03:53 am (UTC) (Link)
"Archaelogy is not always done with picks and shovels," Professor Ravenwood said, scanning the tables at the Marrakech souq. "Or rather, not necessarily with our own picks and shovels."

"Doesn't seem like much fun this way," Indy said.

Ravenwood shook his head. "Indiana, how many violated graves will you need to visit before you realize that quite a few things have already been taken out of the ground?"

"But it's not going to be worth much. It's hard to prove. But where it comes from to anyone."

"True. But we know. And sometimes, there are clues we can follow to other places." He gave Indy an irritated look. "And you know perfectly well that there are more important matters than what you can gain materially from museum honoraria. Why do you insist on pretending that you're in this for riches?"

Indy let it wash over him. Ravenwood was like Dad, except interested in something that was actually interesting. Well, that and the fact that he actually talked to his kid sometimes. They didn't get that there was nothing wrong with turning a buck sometimes.

He walked into a table at the end of the row, not looking where he was going, and a pile of merchandise fell from it, including a heavy gold medallion. The man watching the stall started cursing him in Arabic, and he was still involved with the argument when Ravenwood crouched down beside him and came up holding the mediallion. It had Egyptian markings, and a crystal just off-center.

"Sir," Ravenwood interrupted, without acknowledging that there was even an argument going on, "I wonder if I might negotiate with you for this piece..."
mistralcat From: mistralcat Date: September 10th, 2006 02:24 am (UTC) (Link)
How about Willow and Oz meet up again years after "Chosen"? Whether they get back together or not is up to you. :-)
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 04:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Istanbul, 2010
Willow pulled the scarf over her hair, wishing she hadn't agreed to help Giles train Sandra, the new young witch Dawn had stumbled over at Oxford. Lots of exuberance, lots of power, and a complete fixation on multicolored hair, which wasn't going away quite as easily as Willow needed it to. Blue hair... not so good for the cloak and daggery stuff she needed if she was going to get to the Gate of Garmoth, open it, and find the key to the Marokov Codex for Giles. (And, ultimately, for Kennedy, though Willow did her best to ignore that, as she'd done her best to ignore everything about Kennedy since... well, things that Willow never ever thought about. Which involved Drusilla. But she didn't think about that. Ever.)

It would be a lot easier if Giles had been able to build the Watchers' Council again--right now, it was still her, Giles, Dawn, Xander, Connor, and about a hundred Slayers to train and supervise. And she was still the head of his magical research department on top of it. So nothing was getting done. And it was kind of hard to put out an ad. People tended to think you were a little crazy.

She turned the corner toward the hippodrome and walked straight into a small man who was walking with his head down. He dropped an armful of magazines and she bent to help him.

"Hey, Will," he said casually.

"Oz."

"Could you get that other one? I think it's got an audition announcement in it."

She stood and went over to the last magazine, which was flying around in the wind near a garbage can, caught it, and then stopped.

"Oz!"

He stood up, putting the magazines into his satchel. "Hey, it's blue hair and Istanbul, and you were coming around a corner. Thought I'd test you."

She laughed. "Well, I'm not old. Really. How long have you been following me?"

"Couple of blocks. If you hadn't done something convenient soon, I'd have come up and said hello." He smiled, and she saw that his eyes were moving over her face, seeming to drink her in. It felt strangely comfortable. "What brings you here?"

"Giles stuff. You know. What about you?"

"Visiting an imam who had some luck with a werewolf I met in Australia."

"What are you doing these days?"

"Nothing. All the traveling--no one hires me."

Willow smiled brightly. "Well, as it happens, I know someone who needs someone who knows what we're up to..."
willowbough From: willowbough Date: September 10th, 2006 02:45 am (UTC) (Link)

I can relate to feeling burned out on a long-running WIP, so my sympathies.


I know you like Voyagers! too, though I don't know if you've ever tried writing for it. But if you're game, I'd love to see a short thing about Jeffrey Jones turning 18 and/or getting his own Omni.
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 05:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow. Haven't seen that since I was about thirteen! Loved it, though. Let's see what we can do...




The new Omni was shiny and unscratched, its lights operating perfectly. It was a new model; after what had happened to Bogg, Jeff had spent two years working with the scientists at Central to find a way to actually put the Guidebook into the Omni. It wasn't all that hard--the technology to keep it that small had appeared in the early '00s, and it was just a question of convincing the stubborn, hide-bound bureaucracy to use it.

Jeff didn't feel remotely vindicated by the existence of this new thing in the world. If it had just been there when Bogg had dropped into the Triangle Shirt Company only to find that the fire had already started...

It had been such a stupid thing. Jeff wouldn't have guessed it fast enough, either, but he hadn't had a chance. He'd been in New York, too, but many years in the future, and he and Bogg had fought about just what it meant to keep history "on track" if it meant... what it had meant. Bogg had dragged him back away, but he'd grabbed the Omni to go back, sure that what had happened was wrong, that he could fix it. And he'd left Bogg stranded while the red light flashed, even though it had gone green before they'd left.

And that was, apparently, what was supposed to happen.

Stupid things happened sometimes. That was history. Sometimes, stupid things just happened.

"Are you ready to go?"

He looked up. The stern-looking woman was standing in front of him with an eyebrow raised.

"Do you know where it will take me first?"

"Wherever you're needed."

Jeffrey looked down at the Omni's face, at the new digital display (now just reporting the weather, with no alarms).

He pushed the button, and fell into the past.
From: (Anonymous) Date: September 10th, 2006 05:20 am (UTC) (Link)
How about Spike having to help Dawn study Victorian poetry for class?

Ellen
fernwithy From: fernwithy Date: September 10th, 2006 05:53 am (UTC) (Link)
"See, she totally should have let herself just feel it, right? Like, you know, Love... life... death... and more after... and......"

"Oh, bloody..." Spike interrupted. "She wasn't in a Beatnik coffee house. Let me see." Without waiting for Dawn's permission, he took the book, then gave her an annoyed glare. "You want to change 'How do I love thee, let me count the ways'? It's one of the most famous bloody damned poems in the world."

"Yeah, but it's got all those rules. You can totally see her counting syllables and everything. It's the way men ran things. Women couldn't express themselves!"

"Right. Because 'Love... death!' is much clearer than 'I shall but love thee better after death.'" He rolled his eyes. "Look, Niblet--when she was writing these things, there was none of this namby-pamby free verse around. If you were going to write poetry, you actually had to know words. And forms. It was real work, not this sissified self-expression nonsense you've got your head filled with."

"Yeah, Spike, we all know what a bad-ass you were back then. Hard work, finding rhymes for everything."

"All right, so I wasn't in Elizabeth Barrett Browning territory. But at least I wasn't poncing around spouting gibberish and calling it poetry."

Dawn frowned. "It's dumb. Why not just use regular words and say what you mean?"

"Why not wear a burlap sack to your next class, and cover what has to be covered?"

"That's just fashion." She smiled triumphantly. "And so were sonnets. And sometimes fashions are really stupid."

"Right. It was a fashion. Lasted a couple of centuries, but what of it, right? No more important that Runescape."

"Spike? No one plays Runescape anymore."

"You mean it hasn't lasted two hundred years?"

"Oh, shut up."

"Come on," he said. "Get through it. 'Cause frankly, I don't think you can handle real poetry."

"Can't handle it? Ha!" She took back her book. "How do I love thee?..."
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moonspinner From: moonspinner Date: September 10th, 2006 06:31 am (UTC) (Link)
Well, this is probably coming in late... but can you do a Padmé/Sabé conversation that explains a little what happened to the latter?
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