Post by Shhasow on Mar 20, 2011 4:07:20 GMT 10
Title: The GriffMandiSeekMuse Effect, PG
Rating: PG
Word Count: 395
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: A fic on request about Biochemical Singing Greek tenses. I came close. Thank you, Griff, Mandi, Seek, and Muse, for making sure I will never lose my creativity. Rating for one semi-bad word.
Despite being surrounded by 30,000 glucose molecules, Jon the glycogenin protein was lonely. His sole job in the body was to anchor the carbon molecules into the form of glycogen, as the first greedy bastards latched onto his lingering strands of tyrosine derivatives. They were followed by more glucose, and more, until Jon was one protein in an ordered chaos.
Mithros, he massaged his active spots. The chatter from the carbons and the oxygens was ridiculous. Who really cared that they were alpha-linked, or that they were in fact acetals as glycogen which was better than before, when they were lone glucose hemi-acetals. Certainly not him.
To preserve his sanity, Jon conjugated Greek tenses. Present, future, aorist, perfect/pluperfect, perfect passive, future passive, aorist passive.
Then he heard a chorus of cries and the whirring that foretold the arrival of the only bright spot of light in Jon’s microworld. His hydrogen bonds quivered with anticipation as the distant notes of “Carboneater” came closer.
Zahir the Glycogen Phosphorylase enzyme finally arrived, chomping merrily and chortling at the individual glycogen molecules as they bitterly complained about being forced back into glucose-1-phosphates. Zahir’s phosphate cap sat jauntily on his globular form, and he greeted Jon the glycogenin protein.
“Jon! άωἀσχοὐ έλεξχὀμενος!”
Jon swiftly translated this as ‘admit that you’re beaten.’ “Never!” he cried. “συγκαλυψοὐ!”
Zahir laughed. “No, I shall not cover myself in shame. You’ve been practicing.”
“Not much else to do but listen to these hooligans,” Jon grumbled. “All they do is brag about how much energy they’ll make, and how life is so much better as glucose. They don’t realize how good they have it.”
“Cheer up, friend. They’ll be out for quite a while; the host is getting mugged, so they’ll all be used up and when they get back, they’ll be too tired even to complain.”
“I hope so.”
“Besides, I’ve done my duty and there are plenty more phosphorylases working. Extra shifts were called up, so I can stay and chat with you for a while.” Jon budged over, and Zahir settled by his side.
So Jon the glycogenin and Zahir the glycogen phosphorylase floated together in the cytoplasm of the cell, crooning soft tunes of ‘I want to break free [of my bonds],’ ‘I believe I can agglutinate,’ and the newest hit by Lady TATA, ‘Bad Reaction.’
Excluded by: Katty - it doesn't make sense.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 395
Pairing: Jon/Zahir
Round/Fight: 1A
Summary: A fic on request about Biochemical Singing Greek tenses. I came close. Thank you, Griff, Mandi, Seek, and Muse, for making sure I will never lose my creativity. Rating for one semi-bad word.
Despite being surrounded by 30,000 glucose molecules, Jon the glycogenin protein was lonely. His sole job in the body was to anchor the carbon molecules into the form of glycogen, as the first greedy bastards latched onto his lingering strands of tyrosine derivatives. They were followed by more glucose, and more, until Jon was one protein in an ordered chaos.
Mithros, he massaged his active spots. The chatter from the carbons and the oxygens was ridiculous. Who really cared that they were alpha-linked, or that they were in fact acetals as glycogen which was better than before, when they were lone glucose hemi-acetals. Certainly not him.
To preserve his sanity, Jon conjugated Greek tenses. Present, future, aorist, perfect/pluperfect, perfect passive, future passive, aorist passive.
Then he heard a chorus of cries and the whirring that foretold the arrival of the only bright spot of light in Jon’s microworld. His hydrogen bonds quivered with anticipation as the distant notes of “Carboneater” came closer.
Zahir the Glycogen Phosphorylase enzyme finally arrived, chomping merrily and chortling at the individual glycogen molecules as they bitterly complained about being forced back into glucose-1-phosphates. Zahir’s phosphate cap sat jauntily on his globular form, and he greeted Jon the glycogenin protein.
“Jon! άωἀσχοὐ έλεξχὀμενος!”
Jon swiftly translated this as ‘admit that you’re beaten.’ “Never!” he cried. “συγκαλυψοὐ!”
Zahir laughed. “No, I shall not cover myself in shame. You’ve been practicing.”
“Not much else to do but listen to these hooligans,” Jon grumbled. “All they do is brag about how much energy they’ll make, and how life is so much better as glucose. They don’t realize how good they have it.”
“Cheer up, friend. They’ll be out for quite a while; the host is getting mugged, so they’ll all be used up and when they get back, they’ll be too tired even to complain.”
“I hope so.”
“Besides, I’ve done my duty and there are plenty more phosphorylases working. Extra shifts were called up, so I can stay and chat with you for a while.” Jon budged over, and Zahir settled by his side.
So Jon the glycogenin and Zahir the glycogen phosphorylase floated together in the cytoplasm of the cell, crooning soft tunes of ‘I want to break free [of my bonds],’ ‘I believe I can agglutinate,’ and the newest hit by Lady TATA, ‘Bad Reaction.’
Excluded by: Katty - it doesn't make sense.