So this is a new challenge that I've set for myself. I've asked my sister - another avid BDS fan, as well as my beta - to come up with a hundred random words. Each of these words is the basis for a hundred-word drabble related to BDS, and it has to include that word. Some of these are canon; some are not. This may turn out to be crap, or it may be one of the neatest things I've done in a while... I have yet to decide.
Warning: these are MY Connor and Murphy and the rest of the gang. Rocco loves vanilla and raw onions. Connor's favorite color is orange. Murphy likes to draw. Please, deal with my quirks as they transfer to the characters. There is some character death. You may see the twins as youngsters. You may read a story completely about a minor character. There are OCs. Since there are a hundred of them, if you don't like one of the stories, skip it and move on.
They'll be posted in ten-word chapters. Please read, review and, most of all, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Yeah, I wish I were genius enough to come up with BDS on my own... sigh.
1. Stegosaurus
"What the fuck is that?" Connor's voice rang disbelievingly through the small flat.
Murphy crossed his arms defensively in front of him. "It's a coloring book."
Connor's eyebrow raised. "Why?"
"Because it's stress-relieving," Murphy said.
"Stress-relieving," Connor snorted. Then, "Is that a blue stegosaurus?"
"So?" Murphy shot back. "You used to color the whole fucken book orange, remember?"
"I was four," Connor said mildly. "Orange was my favorite color."
"Well, blue's my favorite color," Murphy huffed, picking the crayon back up. He paused, picked up the orange crayon, offered it to Connor.
"Not enough orange in this book. Help me?"
2. Muffin
They woke in time for breakfast about once a month. Usually it was Murphy who made them miss their morning meal, since he hated to wake any earlier than was necessary. But this morning, he had been up before Connor and was ready to leave the apartment before his brother had awoken.
"Why are you so eager to get out the door this morning?" Connor asked.
"I have this craving," Murphy muttered, walking quickly towards the diner.
"A craving," Connor repeated, disbelieving, as the two walked in the door. "For what?"
Murphy sat at their table. "Corn muffin," he said.
3. Luau
"I don't want to go, Murph."
"Aw, why not?"
Connor shifted on the sofa. "I just want to stay here tonight. I don't feel like going out."
Murphy stared at his brother in disbelief. "You don't want to go out? It's Mardi Gras, Connor! Beads! Luaus! Drinking!" He paused. "Free drinking, actually."
Connor looked at Murphy from his seat on the sofa. "Free beer?" At Murphy's nod, he gave a long-suffering sigh and stood. "Let's go to your luau, then."
Murphy smiled brilliantly at his brother as they walked out the door. "You won't regret it," he said. "I promise."
4. Vanilla
"Vanilla ice cream, Connor?" Murphy's disembodied voice came from the bowels of the freezer. "Why would you get fucken vanilla ice cream? You don't like it, I don't like it, so what the fuck?"
Connor was silent, hands clenched, eyes closed, as he sat on the sofa. Murphy pulled his head out of the freezer to stare, wondering why his brother wasn't responding to his questioning. Taunting. Whatever.
"Well?" Murphy prompted. "The fuck, Conn? Why the vanilla when we're both chocolate men? Or rocky road," he added a bit dreamily.
"It was Rocco's," Connor said softly, pained. "Rocco loved vanilla."
5. Friday
Friday is Connor and Murphy's favorite day of the week. They have Saturdays and Sundays off, so Friday night is reserved for anything that they want to do. Usually, they just go on down to McGinty's, and this particular Friday is no different.
They walk through the door in time to hear uproarious laughter and find a confused-looking Doc standing behind the counter.
"Honestly, Doc, you need to look up some new metaphors," Rocco said between gasps of laughter. "This pick-and-choose shit is gonna be the death of me."
"I don't doubt it," Connor grinned as he took his Friday-night-seat.
6. Echo
It echoes in here, was Murphy's first thought as he and Connor walked into their new flat. Three days in America, and the locals at the bar had pointed them to this building, told them that there was an empty spot on the top floor, if they didn't mind climbing the stairs when the lift broke.
They didn't mind. It wasn't much, as they saw when they walked through the door, but a few weeks' worth of money plus what they had brought from home would buy enough to fill the emptiness – so it doesn't echo anymore, Murphy thought, satisfied.
7. Stellar
"Y'know what," Rocco declared drunkenly, "my favorite word is?"
Connor, who was no better off than Rocco, snorted. "Lemme guess… fuck?"
Rocco tried to glare, couldn't pick the right Connor to glare at, gave up. "No. My favorite word-" here, a pause for dramatic effect "-is 'stellar.'"
This sent Murphy into a fit of giggles. "Of all the words in the English language, you pick fucken 'stellar' as your favorite?"
Connor grinned. "Aye, Roc," he agreed. "Why'd you pick 'stellar'?"
Rocco gave a toothy grin. "Because," he replied, "as words go – it's pretty stellar," he finished, obviously proud of himself.
8. Victor
"There is no fucken way I'm gonna play," Murphy declared to Connor's suggestion that they play a board game to pass the time. The fourteen-year-old glared at his brother.
"Why not?" Connor returned, holding Scrabble to his chest. "We can play Language Scrabble. You like that one," he bargained, referring to playing in any language that they knew, and sometimes in all those languages.
"But you always win, no matter what we play!" Murphy exclaimed. "Let's play cards. I want to win. I want to be the victor for once, okay? I can win at cards."
"Fine," Connor huffed. "Poker."
9. Pamphlet
The pamphlet doesn't look like much, and Murphy shoves it back into his pocket before Connor can see the bedraggled piece of paper. It had been pushed under the door when the twins had arrived home earlier, and Connor had trampled right over it without thinking.
"What ye got there, Murph?" Connor's voice asks, and Murphy jumps, guilty, and pulls the crumpled flyer from his pocket.
"Nothing," he mumbles, pushing the paper towards Connor, who just laughs when he realizes what it is.
"Murph, if ye want to get Chinese for dinner, just tell me," Connor says, and Murphy smiles.
10. Monitor
Connor can't look up, can't glance at the monitor over his brother's head with its steady blip blip blip that, for now at least, signifies that Murphy is still in there somewhere. Instead he holds his brother's hand and waits for some sort of sign.
Please Murph please God please please please is all that he can think as he sits, day in day out, waiting for – well, anything, really.
He won't give up hope until that monitor stops its beeping, and Connor just knows that Murphy is still –
He feels a squeeze on his hand.
"Hey," Murphy says softly.
