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beer_good_foamy) wrote2007-05-05 09:55 pm
beer_good_foamy) wrote2007-05-05 09:55 pm
Ficlet: Dam It
Here's a silly ficlet for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
still_grrr's "Musical May". One of the prompts was the Firefly soundtrack title "River Tricks Early", so...
Title: Dam It
Author: Beer Good (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG
Word Count: 442
Prompt: 012 – River Tricks Early
Characters/Pairing (if any): No pairing.
Warning: SPOILERS Season 8!
It was a beautiful day to go fishing. Jock McMurtry had been up since before dawn, driving from his Aberdeen home up into the Scottish highlands. He had a stout breakfast at King Angus' Inn and then walked the three miles to his favourite beck with the fishing rod across his shoulder, humming an old Big Country hit under his breath.
Aaah, what a sight. The fresh water came down from around a bend in the rolling green hills, and the rising sun danced across the surface. Beneath, he could glimpse the silver of salmon and trout as they made their way upstream. He carefully selected a fly from his tackle box, attached it to the fishing line and cast out across the foaming rapids...
...which suddenly slowed to a trickle before his very eyes, as if someone had turned off a faucet. His trusty pipe fell from his lips in a gasp of surprise, making him resemble the fish that suddenly found themselves flopping at the bottom of an almost dry creekbed.
This, of course, was impossible. Streams don't just... run out. He carefully put his rod down and walked up towards the bend to investigate.
For the rest of his life, whenever he had too much to drink, he would keep telling the same story and all his friends would inevitably tell him he'd had... well, too much to drink. But he always swore it was true.
What he saw behind the bend was a girl. A giant of a girl, at least 50 foot tall, with her sneakered foot planted in the riverbed, holding all the water back.
He stood there gaping in shock. She actually winked at him. Then she raised her foot, and suddenly a huge wall of water was heading straight for him. Jock ran for his life, his boots slipping in the wet grass, and just barely managed to avoid getting caught up by the flood. As he looked back at the bubbling brook that had suddenly turned into a raging river, he could see his fishing equipment, his lunch and his pipe get washed away, probably to end up somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. Then the beck gradually returned to its normal size and pace, the fish once more made their way upstream, and all he could do was walk back to the inn on shaky legs and order the largest whisky of his life.
Xander shook his head. "That wasn't very nice, Dawn."
"Nice, shmice. Until Willow figures out a way to turn me back to normal size or at least make a huge frickin' Gameboy, this is the only fun I have."
A/N: This isn't the first Giant Dawn ficlet I've written, either. Oh dear. I still say it's the silliest idea Joss has had since season 1, but... hey, I like silly.
still_grrr's "Musical May". One of the prompts was the Firefly soundtrack title "River Tricks Early", so...Title: Dam It
Author: Beer Good (
beer_good_foamy)Rating: PG
Word Count: 442
Prompt: 012 – River Tricks Early
Characters/Pairing (if any): No pairing.
Warning: SPOILERS Season 8!
It was a beautiful day to go fishing. Jock McMurtry had been up since before dawn, driving from his Aberdeen home up into the Scottish highlands. He had a stout breakfast at King Angus' Inn and then walked the three miles to his favourite beck with the fishing rod across his shoulder, humming an old Big Country hit under his breath.
Aaah, what a sight. The fresh water came down from around a bend in the rolling green hills, and the rising sun danced across the surface. Beneath, he could glimpse the silver of salmon and trout as they made their way upstream. He carefully selected a fly from his tackle box, attached it to the fishing line and cast out across the foaming rapids...
...which suddenly slowed to a trickle before his very eyes, as if someone had turned off a faucet. His trusty pipe fell from his lips in a gasp of surprise, making him resemble the fish that suddenly found themselves flopping at the bottom of an almost dry creekbed.
This, of course, was impossible. Streams don't just... run out. He carefully put his rod down and walked up towards the bend to investigate.
For the rest of his life, whenever he had too much to drink, he would keep telling the same story and all his friends would inevitably tell him he'd had... well, too much to drink. But he always swore it was true.
What he saw behind the bend was a girl. A giant of a girl, at least 50 foot tall, with her sneakered foot planted in the riverbed, holding all the water back.
He stood there gaping in shock. She actually winked at him. Then she raised her foot, and suddenly a huge wall of water was heading straight for him. Jock ran for his life, his boots slipping in the wet grass, and just barely managed to avoid getting caught up by the flood. As he looked back at the bubbling brook that had suddenly turned into a raging river, he could see his fishing equipment, his lunch and his pipe get washed away, probably to end up somewhere in the Atlantic ocean. Then the beck gradually returned to its normal size and pace, the fish once more made their way upstream, and all he could do was walk back to the inn on shaky legs and order the largest whisky of his life.
Xander shook his head. "That wasn't very nice, Dawn."
"Nice, shmice. Until Willow figures out a way to turn me back to normal size or at least make a huge frickin' Gameboy, this is the only fun I have."
A/N: This isn't the first Giant Dawn ficlet I've written, either. Oh dear. I still say it's the silliest idea Joss has had since season 1, but... hey, I like silly.