Writer's Block

Drabbles Part 6 (Scomiche)

From prompts requested on my Twitter, Dec 20, 2020. All of these are set in my various AU stories, noted in the brackets. 

PROMPT: Trying a new recipe but accidentally summoning a demon, from DabMyWetties.

Crying over Unspilt Milk (PG, Blood Lines)

You'd think by his fifth attempt, Mitch would realize transmuting goat's milk to human isn't as easy as Kirstin's recipe suggests.

You'd be wrong.

It curdles, so he's clearly failed again, but he doesn't realize how badly until there's a startled yell from the nearby bedchamber, followed by the door crashing open to reveal a wild-eyed Scott, hair and bedrobe askew, with a penitent-looking life sprite fluttering around his head.

"I am still," Scott says, teeth clenched. "Not going to lactate any more than you are! Get Kirstie's help if you can't read her writing!"

Where's the fun in that?

PROMPT: Anything in Bloodlines, maybe something with the kids, like teaching them their first spells, from MattMel15848.

First Spell (G, Blood Lines)

Mitch wakes to the chime of his childminder weave. He feigns sleep until the presence of a small face an inch from his own makes that impossible.

"I'm lonely."

Mitch lifts his quilt and resettles the tiny frame in his lap, the nearby candle flaring to life.

"Watch the spark, sweetie."

Blue eyes turn vacant, and Mitch smiles, twirling his fingers, calling his magic. Soon a colorful butterfly flutters over his palm.

"A friend?" his audience whispers.

"Depends," Mitch whispers back. "Can you summon one, too?"

The familiar stubborn frown makes him laugh. "Show me again!"

And so he does. 

PROMPT: Snowed in on vacation somewhere, from silentdescant; Unexpected Snow, from DabMyWetties.

 METeorological Aerodrome Report (PG-13, Come Fly With Me)

Scott dumps his bags on the bed of the same hotel room he left six hours ago, the one that had a beautiful view of the Alps before a blizzard obliterated it and his vacation plans.

He dials Mitch and is greeted with, "Your flight was not cancelled."

"You're looking at Zurich's METAR data."

Mitch's silence is confirmation.

"I'm sorry," Scott adds.

Mitch sighs, and Scott hears him rummaging. "I have all this lube and an empty hotel room. Whatever shall I do?"

Okay then. "Give me ten minutes to shower, then FaceTime me."

"You have five."

Five, it is.

PROMPT: From Folie a Q, elaborate on the line "Okay, so there's one time after he promises Scott he'll wrap all the Christmas presents for the grandchildren, and then remembers he hasn't three seconds before the little monsters burst through the door.", from MattMel15848.

Presents of Mind (PG, Folie a Q)

It's not that Scott couldn't wrap them. It's the principle of the thing. He's done everything else: cleaned the house, made cookies, purchased gifts, sent holiday greetings, set up the tree, and reprogrammed the replicator for a feast.

He asked Mitch to do one thing. One. Yet when Marnie, Jacob, X'el, and the kids ring the doorbell, Scott's staring at a closet full of unwrapped toys.

So it's a Christmas miracle when ten minutes later, Jillian's tearing through paper, Percy's eating it, and Marnie's gushing "It's all so beautiful, Papa!"

Scott's eyes narrow at Mitch's proud grin.

That fucking cheater. 

PROMPT:  Blink verse, them playing MSG, from N2fitnsS

Madison. Square. Garden. (G, Blink)

Scott's in the way. He knows he's in the way because Esther's said so. And the set guys are clearly impatient for him to move.

He will. He just...needs a minute.

It's huge, standing on the empty stage, all the lights on full revealing how the stands go up almost forever. So many seats for so many people. He has DVDs of his childhood idols playing here.

Now it's his turn.

"Hey," Mitch says, fingers brushing the back of Scott's neck. "You're in the way."

"I know," Scott agrees. "Just..."

"Yeah." Mitch settles his head on Scott's shoulder. "I know."

Thoughts?