"and every time you ask him for another vanishing act, he half-smiles"

[mooging]

Right, fic-writing is currently something I want to do but none of the characters are behaving and I can't get anything to work (except Ed Byrne and Russell Howard, who, conversely, won't shut the hell up when I want them to, and, yes, they do count as characters, be quiet), so I call upon the powers of meme and the uber-powers of friends-list, and ask you to bear another one-sentence fic meme, to get me in the writing mind-set again.

Pretty please?

Give me a character (or multiple characters, or a pairing, or a theory, or a ridiculous AU, or anything you like, really) from a fandom (er, preferably one that I'm familiar with. If you don't know whether I know a fandom or not, feel free to ask. Crossovers are absolutely fine), and a theme to go with it (by 'a theme' I mean anything that will give me some idea of where I'm going - be as vague or as specific as you want to be), and I'll write you a one-sentence fic. You may make as many requests as you like. 

ILYOUALL.

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(I make no excuses for how this turns out, particularly considering I spent most of S2 of House hating Stacey with a vehement passion, but I know you like her, so I shall do my best!)

Whenever Stacey thought about Greg in the years after their relationship, she thought about him playing the piano: the keys reminded her of their time together, moving through high notes and low notes, melodious and loud and tame by turns and always manipulated, powered, controlled by Greg and his long fingers pressing key after key, and she uses this to help her get by (to help her live with the guilt).

(If you want another one, I don't mind, because arrgh, I'm not sure how good that is.)