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White Night: The (low) production

Actually, I thought it would go much worse, being sailing in the waters of a fandom that goes over there just very little, indeed, for nothing, like we're in four, but I managed to write two things that never I would have dreamed of taking into account, such as Dexter and The Big Bang Theory. And - very important - I received a Kara / Lee * love * rain
So this is the result.

Title: I'm cold and there are no cookies in the house
Fandom: RPF German Rap
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG 15
Pairing: Fler / Chakuza
Genre: Introspective
Warnings: slash
Notes: Written for the night White maridichallenge for the prompt "I'm cold and there are no cookies in the house."
Summary: "In my opinion, is one that Chakuza should never go to work "

Chakuza is left for the study to an hour sometime between nine and eleven o'clock this morning, when I'm still in the stage where I do not know my name nor where I am. I heard him get out of bed and get dressed because it is the loudest man in the world in every aspect of his existence, let alone when to pull curtains, open closets and getting in and out of bed two, three, four times to get socks, pants and shoes. Wake me even if I was dead, imagine if he does not sleep with the light that I find myself. Fortunately I am one that fits in a hurry, so I'm used to in recent months and I do not really wake up more. Only part of my brain becomes receptive just enough when it comes out to greet him and tell him that I realized what time back, but then when I get up I have to call him to ask when it actually falls. What I have just done, except being told that no one knows.
In my opinion, Chakuza is one that should never go to work or - alternatively - should not be lovers to leave home and then tell him to wait there for an unspecified number of hours, this is because the His house sucks and is not a good place to look forward to his return. First
in this house is cold, but not the cold that you can wait at the gates of November, maybe that one puts on a sweater and is in place. No, it's freezing in here. It 's like living in a cardboard box in the middle of the road, the same thing. The walls are ten centimeters thick and are made of polystyrene, I do not know, the fact is that if we put a hand over is how to lay it on the window, the icy breath of winter it gets into the bones and do not let you down more. The warming would be, perhaps, a partial solution, if it were broken by four years since, that is, it broke the first time, it seems, in the middle of January, and continues to repeat that Chakuza should call a technician just have time, but when he does not waste time calling technical help repair the heating system. No. He usually fucks. Or the kitchen. O broom in the kitchen. In general you will find alternative methods to generate heat, which most often consists of laying naked with another human being. Economical and environmentally friendly, perhaps, but not much functional. Not in this house when you're alone and without someone to undress.
And then of course there is the question of food. Chakuza and food have a troubled relationship, which does not surprise me because every relationship is plagued Chakuza, no matter what it is. There natural incompatibility between him and any object or person that come into contact with him. And food, of course, is no exception. To say, Chakuza loves to cook, is one of the few things that truly fills with joy, that he does view the world with a smile on their faces instead of one that the dog has just died. When she takes a frying pan in hand, we put in the butter and brown does, achieves a sort of mystical ecstasy, a complete interior, almost a mental trip to synthetic drugs. You see that it moves to the kitchen hovering and if you by chance between a duck and a strip of tomato sauce, get the car keys to go to new collided with a wall because you get bored, he, seraphic, says yes, go ahead, but to return to the seven because otherwise the mess of mushrooms, you save. When he is home, the refrigerator is full. The kitchen is full. Everywhere you turn there are food products that come out from all sides. No two apples and three pears, but whole boxes of fruit. Not a chicken and burgers, but two touches of meat in the freezer that seems to have killed a human being. The last time there was a lot of that Italian pasta that when I opened the cabinet, I was buried by a landslide of orecchiette. Something incredible. When he
But there is here is that the kitchen shuts down, it becomes more ugly. Even the walls are gray rat, which then will be so even when he's there but apparently not seen, they are covered by curtains and dried chillies. So, now that I enter the kitchen, wearing all the sweaters I own and a blue cover with seahorses that is indecent stuff I found in her closet, I stop at the door and sigh broken because of the four pig pounds that there was only two weeks ago, the island lying in the kitchen with his chubby little legs, there is even a shadow. Vaguely miserable until the refrigerator, and when I open it, flying ghosts lemon dead for days. The butter is almost green and the cheese - my goodness - I do not want to investigate. Even the cupboards are empty. There is not even a biscuit, not even an orphan, maybe you dropped out of the box and finished in the bottom where Chakuza can not reach.
I call again, which is never a great idea when I first has already said he does not know anything about anything, because it tends to become nervous when his person navigates uncertain and he can not do anything about it but must be aware of what will on his return.
"Fler, what is it?" Answers without even saying goodbye.
"I'm cold," I say.
He remains silent for a bit 'and then I hear him smile at the end. "And at home there are no cookies," he concludes. Why say I miss
would be too obvious.

Title: Lessons of Physics
Fandom: The Big Bang Theory
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG
Characters: Sheldon, Penny
Genre: Introspective , humor
Notes: Written for the night white maridichallenge for the prompt "Lessons of physics"
Summary: "What you need in physics your life everyday, there among the simple minds of the Cheesecake Factory? "

" We had already discussed the topic, Penny, "asked Sheldon, standing behind the toaster, Cylons intent to roast enough to conquer the universe.
"Yes," she said.
"Exactly. And we agreed that your ineptitude to scientific studies and, indeed, any type of study makes it impossible to complete the task to teach anything, it was also poised to take a ball on his nose. "
" Now, do not I'd say so, but I met some difficulties. It 's true. "
" Some difficulties, Penny, "he asked shocked. "We did not go beyond the introduction."
"I learned one thing for Leonard, though."
"That thing Leonard was a speech from me embarrassingly simplified so that you could store it. And let me say that I had to shorten the text less than one hundred words to facilitate the enterprise. I'd call it a disappointing result. "
Penny waited ten seconds, the time needed to calm down and avoid taking the man in front of her by the neck and tirarglielo such a chicken. It was almost certain to do so: there were twice as large turkeys in Nebraska Sheldon, and had never had problems with them. "Okay," sighed the end, when the murderous rage was spent, in total ignorance of the same by Sheldon. "But would you be kind enough to try it again? "
" What you need physics in your everyday life, there among the simple minds of the Cheesecake Factory? "The thought of chicken
comeback. "I ..." Penny clicked his tongue and hands. "I have to give reps to the brother of a friend and I am a bit 'rusty."
"Unprepared."
"Rusty."
"unfit."
"Rusty" insisted the girl, raising her voice and shut up. "So I thought you could help me out." He smiled, tight.
Sheldon thinks for a moment. "In fact, no experiment has ever been able to before. All great minds have had to try repeatedly until nearly exhausted. Then and only then, have produced results. I can not abandon my own, so to speak, experiment zero. "
" Yeah. Yes Something like that. "
" I could help, yes. We can make lessons even more simplified and I could spend some of my precious time to teach you something, we could have dinner together, do some research in the library and why not, you may even come here on weekends and do some small experiments. "
" Are you serious? "
" Bazinga "

Title: "You're crazy, shit!"
Fandom: Dexter
Author: Tabata
Rating: PG 15
Characters: Debra, Dexter
Genre: Introspective
Notes: Written for the night white maridichallenge for the prompt "You're crazy, shit!"
Summary: "I should have some reaction, I guess."

"You're out head, damn it! "
Should I get some reaction, I guess. A start, a start of surprise, even winking help, I think, to create the illusion of being shaken by those words. Angry with me, I should take it or at least feel sad. I try.
"Do not make me that little smile of pity," he attacks with a long finger pointed directly against my chest. "I am incredulos, appalled, are .... nnngh, you can not really be so. "
I am, Debra. I have before, I told you. It 's all clear, I think. Although not too sure of this because what often seems to me it is not clear at all. Now, for example, escapes me the meaning of his anger. He knew, he always knew. The news did not come as a cold shower, it's a puddle in which he had already dipped their feet.
"Sorry," I say. Not really. I do not Sorry. This is what I think. I have my own code, and follow him. What falls there does not seem normal. It 'difficult to go alone all the time I went through and act differently. Debra, you are not like me. This is clear. Nobody is.
She stirs, opens and closes the mouth and then lets go of his arms along the body. Resigns. "No, really, what does not work."
told you so.
"You and your damned fixations. The chain of the door, the shirt, the doors and the juice, "barks listing everything that I asked her to open and close the store floor. "Okay, but your accuracy is a disease, Dex. You're too ... precise. "
If not, Debra, I would have found it already.
"Look, we do that we'll talk later, okay? Gotta go, the bastard who did all those people out is still around. "And goes slamming the door.
Yes, Debra. And you also would like to put in place the juice.