Arrant Nonsense

Honestly, I don't know how much more I'll do that's inspired by this utterly cool (yet rabid) plot bunny, but here's a start. Like I don't have enough to do...

Title: Final Assignment
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel/Lost crossover
Rating: PG-13
Length: 200 words (double drabble/flashfic)
Disclaimer: Joss and JJ are the geniuses behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: Inspired by a challenge issued by theohara.
Notes: A doctor and a lawyer have a conversation. Was Dr. Christian Shepherd really as incompetent as all that?

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"What are you doing in my office? I've told you never to come here."

"Now, now, Dr. Shepherd. I think you'll want to see me this time." Holland Manners crossed an elegantly-tailored ankle over his leg and smiled.

"I can't imagine any circumstances where I'd actually want to see you, Mr. Manners." Christian sat behind his desk and glared at his uninvited guest, barely able to mask his utter loathing with formality.

"One more job. Then you're free." Christian snorted, and he continued. "I understand you have a surgery scheduled tomorrow."

"So?"

"Your patient has...angered the Senior Partners. They feel it would be better if she didn't make it out of that surgery alive."

Christian came out of his chair, which spun into the wall behind him. "I'm a doctor! I don't kill people. Not even for you."

"This will be the last thing you ever have to do for us. Ever," Holland said, standing up. "Think about it."

As the door closed quietly behind the lawyer, Christian put his face in his hand for a moment, then reached into the back of his desk drawer for the bottle that was his constant companion these days. One more job...

Title: Lost
Author: babies stole my dingo (agilebrit)
Fandom: Angel
Rating: PG
Length: Drabble (100 words)
Disclaimer: Joss and JJ Abrams are the genius behind these characters; I am but a lowly follower. I make no money from any of this, so please don't sue me.
Written for: open_on_sunday's "Lost" challenge.
Notes: Someone had to do it...

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"Everyone okay?" Wesley shouted, coughing through the smoke.

One by one, they unfastened their seatbelts and gazed at their surroundings. The tail section of their Lear had fallen off, and they stumbled out the rear into the jungle.

"Aw, hell, no, man, this ain't happenin'," Gunn grumbled.

Fred gazed at Spike and Angel in shock. "Why aren't you two on fire? And why is Lorne...not green?"

Angel was equally shocked. "We have heartbeats?"

And after the polar bear chased them to the beach, where survivors of another plane crash camped, Spike asked the obvious question. "Guys? Where are we?"