The Unforgotten Country

TITLE: Always Spring
FANDOM: Narnia
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG/Dark
SUMMARY: Somewhere they've gone from youthful innocence to willful ignorance...


Some things only made sense on the far side of the wardrobe. Always winter, never Christmas? They blamed the Witch and never blinked an eye. But always spring and never Easter? Susan never saw the parallels until she stepped back through the furs. Then it was obvious, insultingly so. He'd mocked their faith and held them blind to it. Only the stag, the voiceless stag who wasn't one of them, had finally set them free.

Just a game of masks and lies, the same they'd played in ages past. If only she could make them see...

But they never did.

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TITLE: Thy Fearful Symmetry
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: snape100 Challenge #154: Snape and an Original Character


"You won't get away with this." Snape gave his opponent his best glare, one honed from years of challenging students and Death Eaters alike. The gaze was cold, condescending... and completely ineffective. After a moment the potions master gave up and took the chair across the fire from his usual spot. His foe yawned and snuggled into the cushions, purring a victory tune.

"Only you would think practicing animagus transformations included napping." Snape glared at his new teaching assistant, "couldn't you pick something less—- theatrical?"

The tiger just sprawled bonelessly over Snape's favorite couch in the teacher's lounge and purred.

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(Note: I just found out tigers can't purr --I had thought they were the only big cats that could-- so just assume that since it's a magical tiger it is therefore allowed to purr. ^_~ *grin*)

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TITLE: Second Best
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
PAIRING/WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: snape100 Challenge #147 : Q&A


"You never asked me why."

Snape looked up from his book, but Lupin was still staring into the fireplace. "Is that a question?" He waited until the werewolf gave in and nodded faintly. "I didn't ask because I didn't want to know," Snape snorted. "And I still don't."

"Why?" Lupin prodded the fire with the poker, sending sparks dancing like memories.

"Because I think I know the answer." Now Remus looked at him. "You saved me because you couldn't save Harry." And there was the confirmation he hadn't wanted to see. With a sigh Snape went back to his book.

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TITLE: What Not to Wear
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
CHALLENGE: snape100 #144: Mystery Character Draw - Fleur Delacour


"You are immune." When Snape merely raised an eyebrow Fleur's glare got colder, which he had assumed was physically impossible prior to the drop. "How is this so?" She reminded him of a small lapdog, furious at being overlooked. "No one has given me this 'pfft!'" she waved a dismissive hand. "Tell me what magic is this."

For a moment Snape pondered telling her the truth, that Veela heritage only did so much; merely enhanced existing emotion not created it whole cloth. Instead he simply sniffed derisively, muttering something sarcastic about the power of buttons.

Who knew she'd believe him?

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TITLE: They Also Serve
FANDOM: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SHIPS/WARNINGS: None
CHALLENGE: They also serve who only stand and wait. Random sideways bunny from snape100 #144: Mystery Character Draw - Argus Filch. Not on prompt, so I'll hide it here for now. ^_^


For one dreadful moment Severus thought Albus had finally gone mad. "You--"

"Think he is doing quite well." Dumbledore nodded, whilst helping himself to another lemondrop. "Don't you?"

"Letting students loose in the halls with a basilisk is not anywhere on my list of 'quite well'." Snape growled. "Potter's too important to risk like this."

"Filch is doing exactly what was asked of him Severus." Albus sighed. "You shouldn't underestimate him. Filch or Potter." He paused, "or Mrs Norris, of course."

Snape looked unimpressed.

"Appearances aren't everything." Dumbledore gave him a bemused smile then waved him towards the door.

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TITLE: Except
FANDOM: Peter Pan
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG/Dark
SUMMARY: Ever wonder why the pirates hate Peter Pan so much?


Peter never grew older, but neither did Hook. The boy skipped through the centuries living moment to moment in blissful forgetfulness. The man clawed his way from sun-up to sun-down, focused on the one thing that would set him free.

The pirates died... and rose to life again as soon as Peter forgot he'd killed them. They'd long ago given up on escaping immortality the easy way, death never lasted long in Neverland.

Except.

Tink's magic may have brought the boy to Neverland, but Pan was Neverland now. Everything danced to his whims, and he'd never let them go.

Except.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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TITLE: On Shards of Broken Dreams
Fandom: Harry Potter
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG-13/Dark, Gen (Hermione/Krum)
SUMMARY: Last Drabble Writer Standing (ldws), Round 1, Challenge #3: Unconventional Pairing Challenge.


They passed, years later, on a rain-swept evening in the ruins of Diagon Alley. She would have missed him, save for the sharp gasp and startled look. And with that, everything she'd fought so hard to forget came crashing down, drowning her in shattered fragments of memory. It took her an hour, this time, to claw her way back to sanity, away from hallucinations of a war they hadn't won and a life she'd never lead.

And in her dreams he held her, talked her through the nightmares.

She curled fetal in the pooling rain, alone, crying for lost dreams.

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TITLE: Alien
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
SUMMARY: Two worlds, alike in dignity, in fair Colorado we set our scene...


A week off-world, two weeks home, then back again. And every time you stepped back through the gate Earth was a little less familiar and a little more foreign. Things you took for granted on one side had no corollary on the other: Jaffa, McDonald's, Replicators, laundromats, Asgard, Disney. After a while the world outside the mountain seemed less real, less immediate, more of a waking dream than life. There were no Goa'uld, no Ori, no End of the World every other day, just memories of what you used to believe.

And you can't remember when it stopped being home.

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TITLE: Warning Labels
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH/RATING: 100 words, PG
WARNINGS/PAIRINGS: None
SUMMARY: The dangers of having a scientist on your team...


It was always a bad sign when Rodney was giggling. Most of Atlantis was smart enough to avoid him those days when he seemed more a five year-old with a stash of new toys than a scientist. Teyla had learned not to ask 'Yes, but what does it do?' and Ronon had learned not to sit still long enough for Rodney to find him and use him as a guinea pig again.

And John? John learned 'Here, hold this.' never ended well, and that the Ancients should have used warning labels referring explicitly to use by over-exuberant scientists... or Rodney.

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TITLE: Too Old For Neverland
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old for Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 632 words, PG
SUMMARY: Echoes of an underlying story...


They were too old for Neverland, those lost scarred souls that balanced on the edge of Growing Up. The runaways, the cast-offs, the stumbling death of innocence and faith. They were His Lost children, and He gathered them home.

He was too old for names, but they always tried to name Him. He wasn’t sure what comfort it gave them, none had ever fit Him well. Old man, Peter, Gabriel, and once Ford Prefect, although that boy had been laughing when he said it. The young had no grasp over the power of names.

A soft crescendo of chimes brought His attention back, focusing on the here and now. Focusing on the scruffy boy who watched the cars go by with calculating eyes. As He slowed and pulled over, Campana shivered and in a heartbeat she was dusty blue sedan, and always had been. Safe, she sang. Comfort. Peace. The car knew somehow, to lure them closer with a soft mimicry of home. Feral and fae, she was His fair Campana just so long as it pleased her.

"Did you want a ride?" He had his own magic, a sympathetic twist much like the car. He looked familiar, comforting, a canny mimicry of someone they had trusted once. The boy eyed Him, with frank assessment of the possible threat, then ambled over.

"What?"

"A ride. I’m headed out on a cross-country trip and my partner called in sick. I just need an extra pair of eyes." He didn’t take them all, only the ones who’d stepped past hope and were already on the long descent. "You don’t have to come the whole way, I just need help until I hit the interstate." The others, He simply chatted with, passed on a few dollars to help them on their way and left. "I can pay, if you need it."

"Where’re you going?"

"California." Away.

There was the measuring look again, then that brief flash of sorrow in the eyes that signaled the end. The death of one life and the birth of another. He could almost see the last bits of home flake off and fade away. The boy was his now, as soon as he stepped into the car.

"Wait!" she came running from the alley, frantic in her haste. "Wait!" Brown haired, brown eyed, in faded jeans and battered t-shirt. Her. Young enough for names, she’d sold hers for the chance to follow Him.

He could feel the boy waver and snarled deep below the crest of hearing. The engine revved in sympathetic fury.

"Don’t go, please," she came closer and he edged closer to the car.

"Why?" Skeptical and harsh. His, His.

"You won’t come back." She leaned a hand against the car and caught her breath, "They never come back." Mortal eyes, tinged with something fae, made him pause one foot inside the car.

"Who says I want to?" the boy snorted "Got nothing to hold me here."

"Nothing?" There was that proffered hope, the chance to step back over the hill. It shone, bright and searing and the car and driver dimmed before it. Home. Family. Remember.

"Nothing." Flat and angry, a declaration against the world. Against the anguish of what was, instead of what could have been. His.

As the door closed, He grinned at her in predatory triumph. "You can’t win them all."

"I can try." She stepped back as he shifted out of park.

"Hey pops, are we going or not?" The boy kicked the back of His seat, glaring at the woman standing sadly outside.

With a whirr of windchime gears He left her there, the man who wasn’t Pan. And the woman who wasn’t Wendy watched him go. They’d met a thousand times before and they’d always meet again, as sure as starlight.

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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