So a bunch of people were nice to me and I wanted to write drabble-presents. Plus I was reading Shakespeare's Sonnets.

Here's the result. :) Thanks to elvisneedsboats for the betas!

worthless song
a Sports Night drabble for simplelyric--thank you!
Gen; mild spoilers for "Dear Louise."



"Spend'st thou thy fury on some worthless song..."

Hardly anyone even raised an eye at Casey's, er, recitation.

Dan had Kim's phone pressed to his ear and a really cranky look on his face. Natalie tapped him on the shoulder with her clipboard.

"What's his deal?"

"Return, forgetful Muse!" Casey boomed.

Dan took the clipboard and bounced it lightly off his forehead. "Writer's block."

"Can't he just break a computer?"

"...be a satire to decay!"

"I wish. Hey." Dan's face lit up. "How do you feel about more shock therapy?"

"I'll get the air horn."

"I'll get the ice water."

* Casey is quoting Sonnet 100.

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haply say
an Alias drabble for my anonymous lj donor--thank you!
Syd/Weiss, no real spoilers.



"Truth needs no colour, with his colour fix'd." Weiss frowned down at the book. "So Shakespeare is saying you don't have to dye your hair for love. Right?"

Sydney laughed. "Something like that."

"You want to buy this one, don't you?"

"Well, yeah."

"I knew you would."

"Because it's Shakespeare?"

"Because it's really heavy."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"What was that for?"

"Because he needs no praise, wilt thou be dumb?"

"You kissed me because I'm dumb?"

"It's a line from that sonnet. It means don't forget to say thank you."

"Really?"

"Something like that."

* Weiss and Sydney are quoting Sonnet 101.

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hold my tongue
a Smallville drabble for autumnyte and goss--happy birthdays!
Clark/Lex; no spoilers.



"I love not less, though less the show appear."

"Yeah, Right." Lex kept his eyes turned away. "A little poetry from a freshman Brit Lit text is not going to make me give in. You were two hours late, Clark!"

"Lex--"

"Besides, that's not even what that sonnet is about. Do you even remember past the first two lines?"

"Not really."

"All right, then."

Clark moved his mouth to Lex's ear. "Just something about 'the owner's tongue' is all."

Lex failed to suppress a shiver. "I am still mad at you."

"I know. You gonna kiss me anyway?"

"Probably."

*Clark is mangling Sonnet 102.

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doing me disgrace
a Smallville drabble for kilronan--thank you!
Clark/Lex; no spoilers.



"O, blame me not, if I no more can write!"

"Clark, what are you mumbling about?"

"I'm complaining to my muse."

Lex coughed. "I'm sorry?"

"Well, I'm borrowing Shakespeare's words to do it."

Lex looked amused. He also looked just slightly tousled. Clark's mouth went dry.

"Well, your muse has a lot to answer for if she's preventing you from writing."

"He."

Lex raised an eyebrow. "The sonnet you were reciting specifically refers to--"

Clark grabbed Lex by his tie, jerked him down to eye level, and kissed him. "Trust me. My muse is male."

"Whatever you say, Clark."

* Clark is reciting Sonnet 103.

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three winters old
a Smallville drabble for my other anonymous lj donor--thank you!
AU: spoilers for "Exile."



"To me, fair friend, you never can be old." Once the formal words tripped and tangled in Clark's tongue, but lately they seemed more natural than anything else.

He leaned against the pillar. It never rained when he visited; he suspected postmortem Lexian influence.

"Shakespeare's not wrong. Every time I think of you, you're twenty-one again. I--Lex, did you know I was twenty-one last week? I'm gonna be older than you soon."

He swallowed hard and looked back down at the book in his hand. Maybe he'd bring Dickinson next time, or Homer. Lex had always appreciated literary variety.

* Clark is reading Sonnet 104.

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constancy confined
an Alias drabble for ms_pie as a belated wedding gift
Gen; no spoilers.



"Kind is my love to-day..."

"I'm going to kill him," Sydney muttered into her microphone. "Why did we agree to work with Sark on this?"

Weiss's voice was thick with suppressed laughter. "Something about saving the world."

"Therefore my verse to constancy confined..."

"Are we sure the world's worth it?"

Weiss's helpless laughter was not reassuring.

"Stop it, Eric! Look, Sydney--"

"Shut up, Vaughn," she snapped. "You're not the one stuck in the Chapel O' Love on the Mission From Hell. With *him.*"

"Are you ready, darling?" Sark said sweetly.

Sydney adjusted her veil. "God, I hate my job."

* Sark is quoting Sonnet 105.