MEME: AU Drabble Things

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Speaking of AUs: I am blaming Dien and her tumblr for this.

1.) Tag in with your characters.
2.) Someone else tags you with with an alternate universe setting. Inclusion of their character(s) in the AU is totally cool.
3.) Write a three-sentence fic drabble-like thing in response.
4.) You tag others with AU prompts and get drabble-things in return.

GO GO GO!

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[sofo]

Buffy. Being her own inimitable self. On the USS Enterprise (NCC 1701) (or anywhere in one of its many many Star Trek spin-offs).

Written screenplay style! (I would be a terrible screenwriter)

[buffy_slayer]

FADE IN:

INT. HALLWAY - USS ENTERPRISE NCC-1701

[The hallway is lit only by emergency lighting that is intermittently blinking. When not on, it is dark enough that the surroundings are merely shadows. When on, the light reveals someone seated on the floor and slumped against the wall, blood darkening one side of his tunic. There is no movement.]

PAN TO -- DOWN HALLWAY, SLOW TO FAST

[The light remains intermittent, flashing from dark to light as we move. More bodies are revealed, these in worse condition than the first. There is blood everywhere, spattered across red, blue, yellow tunics. There is no movement.]

INT: HALLWAY, CLOSED DOUBLE DOOR, BLOODY HANDPRINT

[Move through door to darkened room, over an improvised barricade made of chairs, a bed, a dresser.]

PAN TO -- BUFFY SUMMERS, [face lit by the screen of the tablet she is holding. There is only ambient light for further illumination. A deep cut on her face appears to have stopped bleeding, and when she turns her head to look at the door, it is revealed that one side of her face is bruised. She is dressed in a mid-thigh-length tunic that appears to be red.]

BUFFY
Survivor's Log, stardate... god, I don't know. Stardate the day we met up with the rejects from every horror movie ever. I guess I'm the Captain now, since I might be the only technically alive person on board.

PAN TO -- WINDOW
[Based on the slow movement of the stars, the ship appears to be drifting. We catch a glimpse of another Federation ship, not far away.]

BUFFY
I'm stuck here for now, as it's been kinda hard to get through to anywhere else without getting jumped. Even though there's only a couple of them left, I'd swear that they've been upgraded, made faster and stronger. And quieter. For a guy who's getting soft around the middle, Sc-scotty moves fast when he wants to tear your head off. [quietly] I had to stab him with a chair leg to get him to stop.

[She gulps, and it takes her a moment to pick back up.]

They've all been so nice to me, and I... I don't want to have to kill them. But I have to. I-I can't let them just take the ship and go somewhere else, because without all of the blood and fangs and the rawr, they look normal.

[There's a scratching at the door. BUFFY looks up, eyes wide.]

That's what you, whoever gets this, should know. They. Look. Normal. It's not until they're at your throat and start chowing down like it's their birthday that they become like a crazy nightmare thing. All fangs, and weird klingon foreheads, and they are so strong.

[More scratching at the door, and a familiar voice calls to her from the other side.]

KIRK
Come on out now, Ensign Summers.

BUFFY
[still looking at the tablet]
This feels familiar. Like it's something I've dreamed about, someone whispering in my ear while I slept, talking about vampires and some sort of weird destiny. I-I certainly don't remember reading about this in the Academy, that's for sure.

[BUFFY climbs to her feet, and sets the tablet on a chair, positioning it so that it's got a view of the door.]

CUT TO TABLET VIEW
[BUFFY walks into the frame and begins to pull aside the furniture stacked in front of the door. The first chair, she grabs and slams it against the wall, where it shatters; she takes a chair leg in one hand before continuing to shift the barricade aside.]

BUFFY
I'll do my best. It's all we've really got here, and someone's got to try and stop them. Stop this. Whatever this is.

[The barricade is removed; BUFFY tugs on the hem of her tunic and steps forward. The door swishes open and she runs through.]

DOOR CLOSES

FADE TO BLACK