Alex's This and That

I have a serious love for most things chocolate. Candy, cake, cocoa, chocolate milk...

There is nothing quite as wonderful as chocolate to make me happy. Not a lot to say about it. I prefer milk chocolate. I like American chocolate the best, I like tiny marshmallows in my cocoa. I like my candy with nuts. I like bonbons with cream filling - orange and and almonds are good!



One of my favorite Valentine memories is my daddy giving me a box of chocolates on Valentine's Day. I suspect that Mama bought it but that didn't matter!



Chocolate poundcake is also a favorite. Don't tell Larry but his grandmomther's recipe is under the cut - ( Grandma's Chocolate Poundcake )

Title: Just Like Nerdanel
Fandom: Tolkien
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: This is set in modern day. For sbyte, who asked for this: ‘As Fëanor suspected would happen, Erestor made plain clothes look like a fashion statement. It wasn’t the cut of the cloth or expense of the outfit that caught the eye. It was the elf wearing it.’ I did not use the quote but I did use the idea.
Summary: Feanor finds Erestor fascinating.

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JUST LIKE NERDANEL

Feanor’s imagination was extremely good, but Erestor was better than even he’d thought anyone could be.

And he didn’t seem to know it. Or at least he pretended not to know.

Erestor was Nerdanel’s cousin and he was much like her – brilliant, beautiful and Erestor infuriated him almost as much as Nerdanel did. The only difference was the color of their hair. While his wife had fiery red hair, Erestor’s was the shiny black color of a raven’s wing.

Feanor signaled the waiter for another drink. “Give him another one of whatever he’s drinking.” He motioned toward Erestor.

The waiter grinned. “He already has three.”

Feanor groaned. He was on his own this time. He took a swallow from his glass and rose. He made his way over to Erestor’s table. He looked down at Erestor and smiled.

“Hello, Erestor.”

Erestor looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “What do you want?”

“May I sit?”

“I can’t stop you.”

“Why must you be so much like Nerdanel?”

“It’s what you like about me.”

“It’s not all I like.”

Erestor picked up one of the drinks and took a sip. “Tell me more, Feanor. Tell me much more.”

“Very well, then.”

~END~

Title: Under the Falls
Fandom: LOTR
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: For angelstar3999, who asked for asked for LOTR and ‘under the falls’.
Summary: Aragorn meets Legolas the first time.

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UNDER THE FALLS

I fell in love with him at first sight. He was the fairest creature I’d ever seen as he stood beneath the cascading waterfall. I dismounted and walked toward him. He was an elf, and though I’d been around elves since I was a child, I’d never seen one like him.

He was certainly no Noldor. He was fair of color as the Sindarin elves were. He must be from Thranduil’s kingdom, I thought.

Before I knew it, he was gone from the waterfall and walking toward me, wearing only his leggings.

“Who might you be?” His voice was soft and lyrical. “I am Legolas of the Green Wood.”

“I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn.”

“The heir of Isildur.”

“Yes. But of late, I am simply a Ranger of the North.”

“I had heard as much.” So he knew who I was though we’d never met.

“We will see each other again,” I said with more hope in my voice than I’d wanted to show to him.

He smiled a smile that rivaled the sun’s brightness. “Indeed we will, my new friend.” And we both mounted our horses and rode in opposite directions, knowing that our time would come.

Someday.

~end~

Title: Faerie Lust
Fandom: Southern Vampire Mysteries
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a Half
Note: For jaiden_s, who asked for ‘Eric smells yummy faerie, but it's Jason rather than Sookie.’
Summary: Jason faerie blood shines through.

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FAERIE LUST

“Damn it, Sookie. Everywhere I go, there he is, looking at me like I’m a fat juicy steak.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. Jason was used to women fawning over him but Eric?

“It’s your faerie blood. Vampires are crazy for faeries.”

“So that’s why they like you so much?”

“Why no!” I laughed. “It’s my good looks and my sparkling personality.”

“Well, he’s creeping me out.”

I saw Eric coming across the yard though I said nothing to Jason. “He’s not so bad, Jason. You’ve done way worse in the women in your life.”

“Sookie! I never…”

“You might like it, Jason. He sure does kiss good.” I felt a little guilty but couldn’t help myself.

Jason blushed as Eric opened the door. “I thought I’d find you here, Stackhouse. Sookie, may I come in?”

“Of course!” I grinned. “I’ve got to go to work, Jason. He’s all yours.”

~end~

Title: Curiosity and More
Fandom: SG-1
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: Vala and Daniel belong together!
Summary: Daniel has feelings for Vala.

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CURIOSITY AND MORE

Daniel Jackson viewed every day as a chance to learn something new, to have a new adventure. Learning was easier than feeling, always had been, at least since his parents had died. He’d felt curiosity about Vala Mal Doran at first, but then she’d quickly become something more, someone more.

“So Daniel, where is our next mission?” Vala bounded into the briefing room.

“Back to P3X-403 to check on Colonel Edwards and the Unas.”

“Oh fun! I kinda hoped we’d go somewhere with beautiful scenery and beaches.”

Daniel laughed. “When have we ever gone to worlds like that?”

“Not too often, I admit.” She made her pouty face.

“How about a nice dinner when we get back?” Daniel said as they headed for the gateroom.

“So it’s a date?” She grinned.

“Just dinner, not a date,” he said though he did smile behind her as she headed through the gate.

~end~

Title: Mulder, It’s Me
Fandom: X-files
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: For lotrangel17, who asked for X-files and Scully’s use of 'Mulder, it's me'.
Summary: Scully worries about Mulder sometimes.

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MULDER, IT’S ME

Scully had not heard from Mulder since last Tuesday when he’d flown down to South Carolina to search for some sort of Salamander Man that been reportedly spotted in the coastal lowlands. She’d refused to go. His alien hunting was bad enough but looking for lizard man was more than she could manage. There were some things too silly to investigate.

But now she was getting worried. He usually called to report in even if she wasn’t interested in his latest mission. This one was off the books.

She could call The Lone Gunman and ask if they knew if Mulder was all right. He might have called them for info about the Salamander Man. Frohicky was pretty creepy so she’d wait and see if Mulder showed up,

Damn him! She found the number he’d left with her and dialed it.

“Mulder, it’s me. Call me when you get this…”

~end~

Title: Watson Solves the Case
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: G
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 500 word ficlet.
Note: For chaotic_binky, who asked for ‘Sherlock Holmes - the mystery of the two odd shoes and the walking stick?’
Summary: Watson has a mystery to solve this time.

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WATSON SOLVES THE CASE

It all began a few days ago when I came home from the surgery. I removed my shoes and placed my walking stick against the side of the fireplace. I set my shoes on the hearth to dry our since it had been raining when I came in and I’d forgotten to wear my boots.

It had been an awfully long day so I ate the delicious cold meal that Mrs. Hudson brought up and put myself to bed. I rose early in the morning though I was not due in the surgery that day. I dressed and ate breakfast, taking an extra tea as I read the morning papers.

Holmes was still abed when I got ready to leave. I went to the hearth to get my shoes and found there one black shoe and one brown shoe! Had I unknowingly worn mismatched shoes all day yesterday then? I looked around and found my walking stick missing entirely.

“Mrs. Hudson,” I called. “Has anyone been in the house this morning?”

“No one but you and Mr. Holmes and he’s still abed.”

I assured her then that everything was all right. I settled into an armchair and began to read the rest of the paper. Holmes came in about ten-thirty. He wore his dressing gown over his nightshirt and one black shoe and one brown shoe!

“Why, Holmes! I do believe you have taken up thievery!”

He looked surprised when I pointed down to his feet. He removed the black shoe and handed it to me and I handed him the brown one from my foot.

“Now where is my walking stick?” I asked. Again, he looked totally surprised to find my stick by his chair.

No more was said about the incident and I actually forgot about it. I stayed in all day, staying in out of the rain. I left my shoes and my stick by the fireplace.

In the night I was awakened by a noise in the sitting room. I got up and tiptoed to the door, opening it just enough to see out.

I saw Holmes walk up to the fireplace and do something to my shoes then he picked up my stick. He popped it against the palm of his hand once or twice before going back to his room.

The next morning, there was one black shoe, one brown shoe and no stick. He denied the whole thing though I’d seen it with my own eyes.

The next night, just as he was switching the shoes, I walked into the room.

“Holmes!” He never even acknowledged my presence though he did begin to speak.

At first I thought he was talking to me but then I heard what he said. “Mycroft will never figure out it was me. He thinks me too dull for fun.” I realized that he was sleepwalking. I returned to my bed with a smile. Tomorrow I’d tell him that I had solved the case of the mismatched shoes!

~end~

Title: Consequences
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 150 word Drabble and a half
Note: I love Gibbs and Abby.
Summary: Gibbs hopes he hasn’t hurt Abby too badly.

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CONSEQUENCES

The worst thing about it all was that Abby knew he killed Hernandez out of revenge. He’d never really cared much what other people thought but Abby wasn’t other people. Everything about her was special, especially to him. He poured himself another bourbon and began sanding.

First thing the next morning, he went down to Abby’s lab, grabbing a Caff-Pow on the way. He knew she’d see the drink as the gift it was.

“She smiled at him though she looked worried. “What can I do for you, Gibbs?”

“I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

He looked into her eyes and saw that they were the same. She understood and didn’t think less of him. Everything was going to be all right.

“I’m fine, Gibbs, just fine.” She gave him a big hug and he knew that it was all right. He was surprised at how relieved he was.

~end~

Title: Dry and Cracked
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG-13
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 250 word Double and a Half Drabble
Note: Castiel has the driest lips I have ever seen!
Summary: Cas worries about his lips.

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DRY AND CRACKED

Castiel was watching television in Sam and Dean’s motel room while they were out. He was fascinated by cosmetic commercials. He had no idea why these humans loved to paint themselves up so much, not to mention shampoos, lotions and something called lip balm. Maybe he’d ask Dean about it when he returned.

He forgot about lip balm when he discovered the adult channel. He felt some very strange sensations as he watched the people on the screen do some very unangelic things to one another. He couldn’t stop watching them.

Sam and Dean rolled in about midnight. Castiel made himself scarce, as in invisible, while they talked about the case they were working on.

Cas suddenly appeared out of nowhere. “Do you think my lips look dry and cracked?” he asked Dean.

Dean raised an eyebrow. “I never looked at your lips, Cas. You, Sam?”

Sam shook his head.

Both brothers advanced on the angel, looking at his lips. Cas looked from one to the other. They acted as if they were about to do harm to him. Instead, Dean reached in his pocket and came out with a tube of ChapStick. He opened it and smeared it across Castiel’s dry, chapped lips.

“Kissably soft now?” Sam asked.

Dean laughed and gave Cas a very quick kiss on the lips. “Kissably soft,” Dean answered.

Cas just stood there with a blush on his cheeks and that odd excitement he’d felt while watching the adult channel coursing through his body.

~end~

Title: Like Strawberry for Chocolate
Fandom: Fringe
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from these characters.
Rating: PG
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: 200 word Double Drabble
Note: Walter is the living embodiment of the 60’s and he’s adorable.
Summary: Walter has a strange request. Or maybe a simple request for a strange reason.

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LIKE STRAWBERRY FOR CHOCOLATE

Walter Bishop was sitting in front of the television. He wasn’t watching it though. He was tasting of five strawberry milkshakes lined up in front of him. He picked each one up and drank from it then put it back and reached for the next one.

He yelled for Astrid. “Astroturf? Do we have more vanilla flavoring?”

Astrid was working at her computer, searching through some old records for Peter. “You drank it all the other day when you wanted to see how drunk it would make you.”

“Oh. Do we have some rum then?”

“No, Walter. You drank it all when you found out it was ‘talk like a pirate’ day.”

“It didn’t work either. Hmmm, well, I guess a little LSD would do.”

“Do for what, Walter?” She tried to keep the drugs away from him as much as possible though she wasn’t always successful.

“I want a chocolate shake and all I have are strawberry ones so I thought maybe alcohol or drugs might make me think they’re chocolate.”

Astrid sighed then got their coats. “Come on, Walter. Let’s go to the ice cream shop and get you a chocolate shake.”

Walter smiled. “That would work too.”

~end~