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Two drabbles for

narsilion: Request #1 was Fred and George trying to pick up a Muggle girl.

"Hey, gorgeous."

"D'you like... er... what's-it... telly-vision?"

"Shut up, Fred. What my brother's trying to say is, would you like to go to lunch with us?"

"We know all about M--I mean London. We could show you 'round, maybe?"

"Yup. Cinemas. Cars. Eckeltricity."

"Oy, shut it, mate! Dad's always bumming that up, we can't - damn it, you've lost us another one, George! We'll be in Muggle London all day without a date if you keep this up!"

"No, look, there's another one! Those boots look like they're painted on!"

"'Scuse me, miss. We're trying to find the underground..."

Request #2 was Joe and Methos talking about one of Joe's bad experiences in Vietnam.

As Methos entered the bar, Joe nodded and got out a bottle. Methos sat, staring at the notched dark wood of the bar. "I wasn't sure I was welcome. After Kronos..."

"Hey, I'm not Mac. He's a good guy, but you and me aren't the white knight types, like he is."

Methos nodded, accepting a tumbler of whiskey.

"Guys like us... hell, sometimes you do what you can, and it still ain't good enough. Kids get shot, villages go up, your brothers die, and," he waved his hand toward his legs, "you can't even trust the damned ground underneath you."

And one for

zinjadu, X-Files, with the prompt "Mulder, Scully, and an agreement."

"There's no way, Mulder."

"Come on, Scully... just this once. I swear, I won't ask again."

Scully glared at her partner, hands on her hips. "Yes you will. If I agree once, it'll happen next week, and the week after, until it's a habit. And I don't want this to be a habit, Mulder. I can't go down that road."

"Pleeeeeeease?"

After five years, it still amazed her that a grown man could make such successful puppy eyes. She closed her eyes, counted to ten...

"Fine. We'll order out for pizza. But I get to pick the toppings, and we're not getting that 'meat death' or whatever it is."