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14 February 2009 @ 12:53 am
Round 3: Other Pairings Drabble Submissions  
Sorry for the delay; non-functioning internet for most of the day prevented me from getting these posted. Below are the prompts. Please submit your drabble as a reply to this entry.

REMEMBER: For this round, your drabble must fit into one comment and one comment only. Submissions that spill over into either another comment or a fic/personal journal will be rejected.

If you are new to the community or are just needing a refresher on how to post/respond to drabbles, please visit this post first. And remember - HAVE FUN!


Frank/Jenna - acceptance speech
Frank/Jenna - Oscars
Frank/Jenna - webcam
Frank/Lutz - dirtbag club

Grizz/Dot Com - boundaries

Jack/Bianca - marriage counseling
Jack/C.C. - birthday
Jack/C.C. - inauguration
Jack/C.C. - oranges
Jack/Dr. Spaceman - faking it
Jack/Dr. Spaceman - illness
Jack/Drew - handshake
Jack/Gavin - Liz Lemon
Jack/Gretchen - poker
Jack/Jenna - earring
Jack/Jenna - high five
Jack/Jenna - wine
Jack/Jonathan - loyalty

Kenneth/Jenna - remix
Kenneth/Jenna - thumbs up
Kenneth/Tracy - bacon
Kenneth/Tracy - cultural exchange
Kenneth/Tracy - road trip

Liz/Dr. Spaceman - artificial insemination
Liz/Drew - breakfast
Liz/Drew - dinner
Liz/Drew - fever
Liz/Drew - funny business
Liz/Drew - glasses
Liz/Drew - rohypnol dreams
Liz/Gretchen - life change
Liz/Jenna - improv
Liz/Jenna - man trouble
Liz/Jenna - Oprah
Liz/Jonathan - disapproval
Liz/Jonathan - jealousy
Liz/Kenneth - Harry Potter
Liz/Pete - approval
Liz/Pete - close encounters
Liz/Pete - hats
Liz/Stewart - second chances

Pete/Paula - affair

Tracy/Angie - Page Six
Tracy/Angie - dying
Tracy/Dr. Spaceman - pills
Tracy/Jenna - co-host
Tracy/Jenna - Emmys
Tracy/Jenna - emotional affair
Tracy/Jenna - shopping
 
 
 
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack & dr. spacemanmichellek on February 20th, 2009 12:01 am (UTC)
Formula Indeterminate Number, Liz/Dr. Spaceman, artificial insemination, PG
"So," Dr. Spaceman begins, "I heard you're hoping to have a baby."

Oh, what. When he asked to speak to her in private, Liz was assuming it would be about Tracy or a timeshare opportunity. (He would not be the first doctor to pull that crap on her.) "Who told you that? Jack?"

"No," he says. "Jack told me. I have an exciting fertility program--"

Liz shakes her head. "I'm adopting. And for all I know, my junk is totally working. I just haven't tried to... This is none of your business, you're not my doctor."

"I do also offer artificial insemination. And if you're concerned about the quality of the product, I'll have you know that all of it comes from the greatest men in this very room."

"Gross," she mutters. "No, thanks."

He nods. "I'll let you think about it."

Liz sighs. She's going to kill Jack.
haters to the left: liz-crankedstamatina_rae on February 20th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
Re: Formula Indeterminate Number, Liz/Dr. Spaceman, artificial insemination, PG
LOLZ! "No. Jack told me."

I guess the scuba diving accident saved the, um, essential part, huh? Or maybe it's frozen?

This was hilarious. Obviously.
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & hotel roommichellek on February 20th, 2009 01:31 am (UTC)
Re: Formula Indeterminate Number, Liz/Dr. Spaceman, artificial insemination, PG
In my head, it's frozen. Which sounds weird. But, yes.

Thank you!
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: liz/drew & head kissmichellek on February 24th, 2009 01:25 am (UTC)
Date Not Thirteen, Liz/Drew, funny business, R
Liz doesn't usually go for the all-the-way type of funny business on the fourth date but: 1) he's already seen her boob; 2) she wants him to see the good one so he doesn't give up on the whole set; 3) they've already been through a lot together, between his mother, his grandmother who he thought was his mother, his ex-wife and his daughter; & 4) there's handsomeness involved. Too much handsomeness.

(She hopes that if he is going to kill her, he does it after the sex. Assuming the sex is good. Which she is assuming because if anyone's going to be good at funny business, it should be the charming, sexy doctor, right? Though he did recently get divorced. And it seems like his former wife doesn't like him much, so maybe he's out of practice with sex.

She finds herself hoping he had a lot of affairs, which makes her feel like a bad person. And a weird person. Neither of these emotions is new.)

"Are you okay with this?" Drew asks, his hands sliding down her thighs, coming close to no longer being placed under her skirt. "We don't have to--"

"I'm okay with this," she says, putting her hand on his crotch for emphasis. She cringes. "Was that too much?"

"Not really, actually."

Liz unzips his fly and slips her hand inside, but finds no easy way to get to his stuff. "Um--"

"I wear briefs."

"Oh. Most of the men I've been with go with boxers. I haven't been with a lot of men. Barely any and I should stop talking."

"I haven't been with a lot of women, either."

"Oh," Liz says, and she can't believe she's seriously disappointed. But just because he hasn't been doing it with a bunch of different women doesn't mean he's going to be bad at this. "I don't mean oh in a bad way--"

"I was with Mandy for a while--"

"Sure--"

"But I wasn't a virgin before I met her..." He smiles, shakes his head. "Maybe we should stop talking about this and just keep going ahead with what we were doing."

She nods. "Yes. That."

His hands are back under her skirt, moving up her thighs. He slips a hand between her legs and she gasps as his fingers press against the damp spot in her panties. After a slow, soft kiss, he pushes them to the side, index and middle fingers dipping past the outer lips of her sex. Then he's touching her and wow, that feels nice and she actually says, "Wow, that feels nice," which makes her feel lame, but his gaze is intense and his hand keeps moving and his breath is falling against her skin and. She grips onto his arm, the one that's not attached to the hand she finds herself writhing against, as she feels her body tense. Soon after that she's coming, gasping for air and closing her eyes as she throws her head back.

"Wow," she says again when she's able to look him in the eyes, and he smiles.

(She doesn't want to die, of course, but she thinks it would be okay if he killed her now. You know, as opposed to earlier.

But she suspects him killing her later would be even better.)
andie_k on February 26th, 2009 05:51 am (UTC)
Re: Date Not Thirteen, Liz/Drew, funny business, R
You're so good at writing Liz! I liked this one, very funny :)
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: jack/liz & can't believe youmichellek on February 26th, 2009 07:17 am (UTC)
Re: Date Not Thirteen, Liz/Drew, funny business, R
Thank you so much! :)
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: liz & double thumbs up!michellek on March 11th, 2009 11:10 pm (UTC)
The Start of Something, Liz/Drew, breakfast, PG
Follows "Date Not Thirteen," which is an earlier reply to this post.

*

The morning after her first night with Drew, Liz has the impulse to call someone and say, "Hey, I had awesome sex last night with an awesome dude." It's fleeting of course, because, yikes, she doesn't generally talk about sex, and the only people she'd tell about something that personal are Jenna or Jack. And Jenna would either press her for details, inquiring about Drew's penis size or the positions they were in, or use the opportunity to talk about the last great sex she had, telling Liz all about the guy's penis size and the positions they were in. Jack would probably be pleasantly surprised she's still alive and tell her that her declaration about her evening, with one too many awesomes, sounds like the exclamation of a gay surfer who shuns thesauruses.

Yeah, okay. She definitely doesn't want to call anyone. Until he starts making breakfast. Then Liz considers calling Jack and Jenna to say, "Wow, this really is too good to be true, isn't it? Let's analyze him until we uncover a flaw." She's not sure which of them would tell her to get a grip first. Jenna, probably, because Jack would still start off this conversation surprised that she's not part of a macabre, Hannibal Lecter type meal, and thus, would probably encourage her freak-out to an extent.

For the record, he's making pancakes, so she is certain she's not about to consume someone else's remains.

"What do you want in the pancakes? Blueberries? Chocolate chips?"

"Can I have both?"

He pauses for a moment to glance back at her. She's not sure if he's perplexed or charmed, but he's smiling, so there's that. "Okay, if you want."

So she has both, while he has blueberries. They eat in silence for a while. Then he says:

"So, tomorrow night, I'm going to have dinner at my sister's. Yes," he says before she can ask, "I'm still calling her my sister. I'm not ready to... anyway. I want you to come."

Liz raises her eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yeah. You don't have to--"

"I know. And I'm not saying I don't want to." She hesitates. "I don't think she likes me."

"She met you for a few seconds. I'm sure she'd like you if she got to know you. And that's why I want her to get to know you."

She nods, smiles. "Okay. Yeah. I will just remind myself not to tell her any more about the toilet story. Or any of the roofie story. Or about how I stole your mail." She exhales. "She is going to hate me."

"I like you and I'm the one who got roofied," Drew says. "But, yeah. You probably shouldn't tell those stories."

"Oh boy."

"Relax."

Drew leans in to kiss her just as she shoves a forkful of food into her mouth. He goes for her cheek instead.

She swallows. Says, "Yeah. I'll have dinner with you and your sister." She takes a breath. "I'm not ready to spend more time with your daughter, though. She kind of scares me."

He nods. "She pretty much scares everyone."

He goes to kiss her again. This time her mouth is without food, so she can kiss him back. And she does.
stephen@charleneforever.com: 30 rock: liz & everybody dance now!michellek on March 19th, 2009 11:21 pm (UTC)
I'd Like to Thank, Frank/Jenna, acceptance speech, PG
Spoilers: 'Retreat to Move Forward'

*

Jenna, to most everyone's surprise but her own, wins a Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Motion Picture Musical or Comedy. (Since the nominations came out, she's been telling everyone: Because it's a music-themed film, not because it's a comedy. It is not a comedy.) She brings it into work the day she returns and pretends she did so accidentally. (Oh, how did this get into my purse?)

She tells Lutz and Toofer it would've been an honor just to be nominated but, well, I wasn't just nominated, and pretends not to notice Toofer's sigh. She tells Liz that this should get her some respect around here and even if it doesn't, well, the Hollywood Foreign Press Association respects me. She goes out with Tracy on a shopping spree in honor of her win, but halfway through she finds out he thinks they're celebrating his pet shark's birthday. (She still gives two thumbs up to the outfit he's modeling at the moment of this revelation, as she truly does approve of it.) The only person she doesn't talk to is Frank, and when she does finally see him, he's wearing a hat that says: Neglected.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me?" Jenna says.

"Congratulations," Frank deadpans. "You're officially as talented an actress as Madonna."

Jenna beams. "Thank you."

Frank turns away, then turns back as quickly as he can. "I can't believe you didn't thank me."

She blinks. "I just did."

"I mean in your speech. I was the one who was there for you. I was the one who thought you could pull it off--"

"You?!?" Jenna snaps. She waves the Golden Globe at him and stops herself. She must not harm the award. She puts it down on the nearby writers' table and continues, poking his chest with her finger. "You were the one who humiliated me! I almost ate a live cat because of your Wikipedia prank, you freak. My scalp was on fire because of your girlfriend or whatever she is, and I'm pretty sure my toe fungus problem could be tied back to you and your..." She waves her hands while she tries to think of the right word. "...your disgustingness. I believed in me more than you could ever believe in me, and my belief in me matters more because I don't reek of onions right now." She pauses. "Oh, gross. You're turned on now, aren't you?"

He hesitates for a moment. "You know I enjoy being yelled at."

"You're a pig."

"And I'm the only one around here who said you deserved to win. Who thinks you should win the Oscar."

"Really?"

"Saying this makes me feel weird, but you're a talented actress."

She throws her arms around him and crushes her lips against his. God, why is she doing this again? She won an award that she's certain is real. Adrian Grenier was hitting on her at two of the afterparties. Now she's making out with Frank.

"Don't tell anyone," Frank says. "Seriously, Katie will murder you."

"Shut up," she sighs. "Just shut up and let's do it."

Frank, to his credit, does shut up. Jenna, to her debit, goes with Frank into his office to continue what they've started.

Well. At least she's as good an actress as Madonna. That is something no one can take away from her.