Rather important little note: This fic is not a fic at all. It is a conglomeration of small drabbles, pieces of stories that do not belong in any fic. These were all challenges, where a phrase and the word count were given to me, and I wrote something in response to the challenge. I like some of them, so I'm posting them here, in this story thing. New drabbles go into new chapters. None of them go together. They're just here.
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Challenge #12
Phrase: "We'll never fit in, will we?"
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG-13
Title: Off Duty
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Snake and Fox on their day off. Fox's POV.
Warning: Hmm, not much really.
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The man sitting across the table from him wasn't much of a man at all, really. The kid was barely drinking age, and yet he was completely decked out in army fatigues and had fired more types of guns than most people realized existed. At twenty-one years old, the kid was still green but terribly good at what he did. He didn't look much like an infiltrator, choosing to pack some good muscle power over bare prowess. Which was admirable, really. Especially since his weapon of choice was a handgun.
It was rather amusing to watch him bent over a little box with a pair of chopsticks and going through the leftover Chinese takeout he'd found in the fridge. The man across the table from him was supposed to be filing his reports on the new applicants to their division, but instead found himself watching the brunette across the table from him just over the rims of his wire frame reading glasses.
The kid's name was David, but most of the division knew him better by his codename: Snake. He was the first person in FOXHOUND to receive the same codename as Big Boss himself had however long ago. Just to prove how good he was, or something. Across the table sat the only person in FOXHOUND to earn the codename Fox, but no one went on about that any longer. Stupid kid.
Snake got up a moment later, the Chinese finished, probably to rummage around in Fox's fridge for a beer. Off mission, the kid practically lived in Fox's officer apartment rather than stay in the recruit dorms. Not that anyone /blamed/ him.
The kid was known to zone off in his own little world sometimes, and Fox was getting used to completely random statements. So when he heard, "We'll never fit in, will we?" from the direction Snake had left in, he wasn't really surprised.
"You're an infiltrator, kid," he teased without looking up. "You're supposed to fit in /anywhere/."
He proved himself worthy of his codename by deflecting the empty white container directed at his head without even looking up.
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Challenge #12
Phrase: "We'll never fit in, will we?"
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG-13
Title: Off Duty
Author: Rydia Highwind
Disclaimer: Metal Gear Solid and Metal Gear Solid 2 and all characters refered to herein belong to Konami. I claim nothing, I'm simply borrowing.
Summary: Snake and Fox on their day off. Fox's POV.
Warning: Hmm, not much really.
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The man sitting across the table from him wasn't much of a man at all, really. The kid was barely drinking age, and yet he was completely decked out in army fatigues and had fired more types of guns than most people realized existed. At twenty-one years old, the kid was still green but terribly good at what he did. He didn't look much like an infiltrator, choosing to pack some good muscle power over bare prowess. Which was admirable, really. Especially since his weapon of choice was a handgun.
It was rather amusing to watch him bent over a little box with a pair of chopsticks and going through the leftover Chinese takeout he'd found in the fridge. The man across the table from him was supposed to be filing his reports on the new applicants to their division, but instead found himself watching the brunette across the table from him just over the rims of his wire frame reading glasses.
The kid's name was David, but most of the division knew him better by his codename: Snake. He was the first person in FOXHOUND to receive the same codename as Big Boss himself had however long ago. Just to prove how good he was, or something. Across the table sat the only person in FOXHOUND to earn the codename Fox, but no one went on about that any longer. Stupid kid.
Snake got up a moment later, the Chinese finished, probably to rummage around in Fox's fridge for a beer. Off mission, the kid practically lived in Fox's officer apartment rather than stay in the recruit dorms. Not that anyone /blamed/ him.
The kid was known to zone off in his own little world sometimes, and Fox was getting used to completely random statements. So when he heard, "We'll never fit in, will we?" from the direction Snake had left in, he wasn't really surprised.
"You're an infiltrator, kid," he teased without looking up. "You're supposed to fit in /anywhere/."
He proved himself worthy of his codename by deflecting the empty white container directed at his head without even looking up.