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thatfangirl ([info]thatfangirl) wrote,
@ 2009-05-19 00:40:00
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OW, MY HEAD...BAND
I rewatched the fight scene in Gossip Girl 2x06 "New Haven Can Wait" more than once tonight. "I'm gonna eff you up!" LEIGHTON <3 (And another <3 for the take where she spanks Blake.) God, why can't the entire show be the Blair (and, by extension, Serena) hour? DIAF, Humphreys.

I've been going through my drafts folder, trying to marshal my WIPs. I thought that some of you would like this Indy/Marion scene. This is the story they're telling at the beginning of The Charm.


"Don't move."

Indiana's eyes snapped open. Marion was aiming a gun at him, one that looked suspiciously like his gun. Carefully, he turned his head until he could see his clothes piled on a rock: yes, the holster was definitely empty. Today had been his first off in two weeks; he had swum in the river, then stretched out to dry. Now he was lying on the riverbank, naked except for his fedora protecting what he definitely didn't want sunburned, and Marion was pointing a gun at his head.

Not at his head exactly, he realized. Cautiously, he followed her gaze. His eyes widened. "Kid—"

She cocked the pistol. "Don't call me that."

"Marion—"

"Don't move."

"Marion!"

She fired; he rolled away, ineffectually but instinctively covering his head. After a moment, he felt something nudge his bare ass.

It was Marion's boot. "You can get up now," she informed him wryly. "It's dead."

He looked back over his shoulder: the snake's head was gone. "Good shooting." He grabbed his fedora from the grass and stood up; Marion turned toward the river.


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