Person A is a witch with a bit of an unhealthy obsession for Person B. Person A attempts to make a love potion for B but messes up and gives the potion to Person C instead. C becomes falls in love with A instantly and A has to find a way to get rid of the effects from Person C.
Bonus points if Person A ends up finding out that they like Person C a lot more and that Person B is kind of a prick.
Summary: After learning some unexpected news, Abby Griffin struggles to hold the weight of the world on her shoulders while the man she loves remains in Polis. Trying to solve the various problems related to nuclear radiation is one thing, but keeping a secret from Marcus - at least until he returns - is another.
A.K.A. - the babyfic no one asked for that I wrote at midnight one night and then decided to continue.
“Abby, you need to rest.”
Jackson’s suggestion was gentle but
firm, pliable but backed with steel. As a doctor she knew there was truth to
be found in it, and as an expecting mother she’d need to get her rest for both her
health and her child’s. It had become obvious after Jackson’s tests that she’d
no longer be adhering to her former “Chancellor Griffin” hours, burning the
midnight oil until only smoke remained at the rosy dawn of a new day.
Yet she couldn’t force herself out
of the med bay. Not yet.
“I’m fine, Jackson,” she insisted,
eyeing the datapad in her hands. But her statement wasn’t quite strong enough
to dispel her companion’s concern, nor was the yawn she tried to disguise only
moments later helping convince him.
“Abby-“ he started, softening his
tone even further, but she interrupted.
“Give me one more hour,” she said,
marveling at the ludicrousness of her situation. Not only had she gotten
pregnant despite her use of a contraceptive chip, but now she was arguing with
her assistant, on Earth, to let her have more time in Medical. And on top of it
all, they only had two months…
Her gaze trailed down to her mostly-flat
stomach, and she swallowed hard, shoving the bleak thought from her head. They’d
figure something out. There was still hope. And Luna’s blood had given them the
beginning of an answer, a few pieces to a puzzle they had yet to fully solve.
“Fine,” Jackson said, resigned.
“Doesn’t Kane usually radio you to say goodnight at midnight, though?”
Abby frowned, eyebrows drawing
together as she stared at rows of black numbers against a blindingly white
background. “How do you know about that?”
Jackson smiled. “Your mood improves
around eleven forty-five every night, without fail. John said he heard you talking to
him one morning, so I just assumed he contacts you before you go to sleep.”
“He does,” Abby said after a beat,
wondering how she and Marcus could be so discreet and yet so obvious. Part of
her thought that even if they could communicate telepathically, Arkadia would
somehow find out about it. Their private lives were never really private.
Jackson seemed to read her mind.
“Have you told him yet?”
For a moment, the room was filled
with the low beeps and faint humming of machines. Abby’s tongue felt like lead
in her mouth, her heart sinking lower and lower as if caught in a whirlpool.
“Not yet,” she said. “I didn’t hear
from him today. If we had talked this morning, I would have asked if he knew
when he was coming home.”
Title: Dean’s True Love Prompt: “I hope your apple pie is freaking worth it!” A/N: This is for @jalove-wecallhimdean #DoitlikeDeanchallenge. Warnings: None Summary: Sam forgot the pie…again. Word Count: 1037 Tag: @jalove-wecallhimdean Others are below the cut.
“Hey, Y/N, can you do me a favor?” Sam asked while walking in the kitchen. You looked up at the taller Winchester. “Sure. What’s up?” “Can you bake Dean an apple pie?” He asked sheepishly. “You were supposed to buy one while you were out.” You stated. “I kinda…forgot.” He said. “I honestly forgot all about it until I walked in the door. Can you do it before he gets back?” You sighed. “Yeah, but you owe me big time.”