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[Lost] Tempus fugit

Titolo: Tempus fugit
Fandom: Lost
Personaggi: Benjamin Linus
Challenge: Momento sbagliato @ it100  
Rating: G
Word Count: 181 (W)
Warnings: SPOILER S5: somewhere in The Life and Death of Jeremy Bentham (05x07).
Disclaimer: Lost (c) ABC et alia.
Notes: written to fill a piece of 'unspoken' in that episode.

'berths, please.'

not have time for a break, now that he has not counted the minutes, and yet paradoxically it is precisely now that he needs a break.

'No I can, it is dangerous to stop on the bridge, so ...'

The driver has a heavy accent, and grammar is not his forte. An immigrant who every day, with his wife and children, always use their mother tongue.

Ben is convinced that the English Jarrah is perfect for exactly that. Why has no family, no roots to keep alive.

'Even if the meter keeps running?'

man mumbles something, and Ben begins to repeat, slowly this time. Instead, the taxi slowed down and then stands still, right in the middle of the bridge.

falls, the balustrade and watch the lights of Los Angeles to float on the water.

closes his eyes. The hotel is still far away from John.

The possibility of getting stuck in a present with no alternative becomes more real every minute.

From the car comes a beep.

The meter runs, and the time with him.

It's never been a problem.

It should never have been.

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[Slam Dunk] The best answer

Title: The best answer
Fandom: Slam Dunk
Characters: Mitsui, Tetsuo
Rating: G
Word Count: 199 (W)
Challenge: Special # 3 @ IT100
Prompt gift received: Someone Might Get Hurt
Disclaimer: Slam Dunk © Inoue Takehiko and assigns.
Notes: brief reunion (199 words!) For what has long been my favorite manga, and two people who still love the most.

Mitsui takes one hour to explain what to do. And the more he speaks, the more anger mounts in, since none of these things should be so easy to remember, and it's like to have tattoos in place of memory.

Speak, and lost in the details of training times, physical descriptions, shirt numbers. Roles in the field, even as if it were a Tetsuo that he understands basketball.

Tetsuo listen to the end, playing with the lighter and meanwhile think that Mitsui has never seen so much fervor.

It does the math in his head, and then asks.

"So, let's recap: you want me to do my ass guys to the basketball club, I understood this and is fine with me. I have no plans for the weekend. "Approaches, the team from head to toe. "What I have not understood is why do you slam a lot. "

Why knows, however, but it wants to fumble for the best answer, one that is at least plausible , if not believable.

"Why are bastards, and must pay it," spits out a strained voice.

"And if someone gets hurt? Hurt, I say. "

" Better, "says Mitsui.

And this is basically the answer they both were.

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This is not a fanfiction [ie, the triumph dell'aMMore]

Right now I would write a fanfic without inhibitions, in five or six drabble related (but not), the limits of diabetic coma.

I have the title and (maybe) the fandom.

Inside there I have to put so much ammore, and heart-rending passions, and people who allow themselves to find themselves, misunderstandings, explanations, lots of sex and a happy ending that makes me bust insulin from here millemila the next year.

Why? Why this is my nature , said the scorpion.