One time for my peace of mind.

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Today is not a good day. I must make it so.

First, by taking glee in this Grey's Anatomy casting spoiler.

And second, as created by devkel, the first 20 (sorry that was supposed to be 20, not 2) people to comment with a pairing or character and a prompt will get a one line story*. Since we all know of my inability to write anything less than ten words, it should at least be good for crack value.

The following fandoms are available: the 4400, Smallville, Harry Potter, Entourage, President Clooney-verse, SGA, Grey's Anatomy, Kitchen Confidential, BSG, Spider-Man 2, Ocean's 11, and whatever else you've seen me write before.

*One line, two lines, two paragraphs. You know it's all relative.

ETA: Okay, offer expired.

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Kitchen Confidential. Anything not Jack/Steven (I love them but I also love variety).

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The thing about desserts that other people don't understand is how intensive they are. There is a real gift to the pefect creme brulee or the perfect fruit tart. Custard does not do that on its own, and meringue. Oh, the perfect meringue can bring Seth to his knees, but the rest of the kitchen don't understand that. They're all Philistines who wouldn't know chocolate Jell-o from chocolate mousse, and that's why Seth has been forced to graffiti the entire kitchen in whipped cream, because he needs respect. When Jack comes in in the morning and finds whipped cream everywhere, even in his mise-en-place, he just whistles.

"How long did this take you?" he asks Seth admiringly.

Seth just crosses his arms, he lost feeling in his fingers around the 25th container of whipped cream. "A chef never shares his secrets," he says solemnly, right before pasting Jack in the face with a banana cream pie.