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Friday Free-For-All

Heya, folks, seasons greetings and all that crap. It be Friday, so we get some room to play today! The sky is the limit, as it were, except for a few rules we need to just remind y'all about:

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'You wanted to see me?' Lindsey asked coolly when he entered Angel's office. Angel's ordered assasination attempt on Lindsey at the evening of their attack on the Black Thorn had brought a palpable tension into their relationship. Lindsey didn't work for Wolfram & Hart anymore but sometimes he met Spike here after work. Angel had told Harmony to send him up as soon as she saw him.
'It's about you and Spike.' Angel began and Lindsey tensed noticeably.
'I know it doesn't seem always like this and Spike is still the biggest pain in the ass in thw world but there are times and sides of him that I did and still do like.' Angel made a pained face at the last word and Lindsey rolled his eyes.
'Is there a point here?' He asked.
'The thing is', Angel picked up again: 'that Spike can be very devoted when something - or someone - is important to him and that he stuck around when you were in the hospital' He did manage to look slightly guilty at that: ' and that he lives with you tells me that you're important to him and-'
'Angel', Lindsey interrupted him annoyed: 'Get to the point. Some of us aren't immortal.' Angel's head snapped up and his whole posture and voice changed:
'You want me to get to the point? Fine: If you break Spike's heart or hurt him in any other way then I'll use every trick I learned as Angelus on you and believe me I know quite a few.'
Lindsey stared at Angel for a few seconds until the familiar smirk broke out on his face:
'So you do still have a heart, Big guy. I'm impressed.' And left the office.

Thank you for this. I could believe them having this conversation. Lindsey being all impatient but then not bothered by the threats, lovely.

Glad you liked it. Authenticity is always the best compliment for a fanfiction-writer

“So, you’re the other one.”

Bobby sizes up the boys’ latest adoption from the Heavenly Host who’s helped himself to the beer in Bobby’s fridge and perched at the other end of table.

The archangel Gabriel looks like the sort of man who should be driving heavy machinery or seeking out the nearest bar with an impending happy hour. His vessel isn’t lean, sharp or even very tall. Bobby’s never seen an ethereal messenger (former), but when it came to angels they weren’t measuring up to expectations these days: mercy, valour and grace were coming up short.

Gabriel’s smile is almost a sneer and he cocks his head as though he knows just what Bobby’s thinking. His smile promises Bobby that he’s so, so wrong and he would thoroughly enjoy a demonstration.

Bobby thinks Gabriel intentionally wears a face that’s easy to overlook. He doesn’t like that.

Bobby scowls at the younger Winchester hovering unsurely in the kitchen doorway. Sam glances between the hunter and the angel, hands in his jean pockets and his face twists like he doesn’t understand why Bobby’s giving him that face.

Idji-ii-ii-it.

Bobby ought to charge the Winchesters aspirin at entry to his home.

“Can we trust you?” He growls at the angel chugging his beer.

Gabriel spreads his hands in a slow shrug. He licks his lips and smiles as though to say it’s their choice and, well, it’s not a ‘no’. The angel looks to Sam and beams with an indulgence that Bobby doesn’t fail to notice. He also notices that Sam is twitching, nervous, and his face doesn’t bear any of the caution that it should, bringing home a potential new ally to be hazed and suspected.

Bobby remembers when Castiel appeared, devastation and majesty, he clearly knew his place.

This introduction doesn’t feel like that at all and Gabriel is much further up the ranks. It’s too staged, too careful.

Bobby looks at Gabriel laughing quietly under his breath and just waiting to be challenged.

Bobby looks at Sam, who’s glaring down Gabriel’s insouciance, but there’s a plea under that anger that Bobby finds familiar. It reads suspiciously like please behave or I’ll kick your ass at the next rest stop.

Neither of them is looking at Bobby anymore.

And then it clicks. Where the hell had that come from?

For a moment, Bobby stares, disbelieving and annoyed because maybe if he'd raised some teenagers, he would have recognised the scenario a bit earlier.

He wheels to a stop beside Gabriel’s end of the table and plucks the bottle from his hand. Gabriel blinks at him, sitting up quickly and looking appropriately startled that a cripple had snuck round on him so fast.

Bobby flushes between embarrassment and indignation because he thought that at his age, with the boys now grown men, this was never a conversation he’d have to give in his lifetime, but it was Sam (and it pained Bobby to think this way), so it wasn’t a choice. The world wouldn’t survive a repeat of the Ruby incident, one apocalypse was enough, and they could really use the help.

Indignation wins and he slams the bottle down on the table, out of Gabriel’s reach.

Leaning forward, he folds his hands on the table and gives Gabriel his full attention.

“So, what are your intentions?”

Sam groans, out of sight, a despairing oh my god muffled by his hands. Bobby ignores him. Gabriel doesn’t though, and glances at Sam which only further perks his mood. He looks back at Bobby and shrugs with a grin.

“How much time do you have?”

♥♥♥ YES. XD Thank you! That's just... I love it.

You're welcome! Glad you enjoyed it. ♥

It’s Charlie’s birthday and people have been presenting baskets, boxes and trees (yes, potted trees) of fruit at his desk all morning. He feels indulged, uncomfortably popular, but at least he won’t have to visit the orchard for at least a week.

Charlie reclines in his chair and folds his hands behind his head. Closing his eyes, he breathes in the bouquet of summer harvest with a note of pleasure.

When lunchtime arrives and Reese negotiates her way around the impromptu fruit market, she notices that Charlie hasn’t moved much since she lost sight of him behind the potted pineapple that arrived around 10AM. He’s probably the only man with the nerve to shut his eyes, chin in hand on the desk and feign to all the world that’s he’s sleeping on the job.

Reese frowns and peers closer.

Unless it’s no pretence.

“Crews,” Reese leans a hip against his desk and almost spills the assorted fruit basket from Janice down in administration. “If you napped through the last four hours, I’m not picking up the slack. Not even on your birthday.”

“There comes a time in every cop’s life when all he can do is wait,” Charlie mumbles against his chin.

Reese sighs under her breath. “For what this time?”

“Answers, Reese....” Charlie extends his hand and a file lands in his palm from the passing runner from records management. He opens his eyes and shares a smile with the runner as she departs; a pretty brunette with heels that echo. Charlie brandishes the latest case file at his partner with purpose. “Answers!”

Reese has learned not to humour these tirades and instead inspects his gifts of the morning. She blinks in surprise. “You haven’t touched anything, I expected you to be drowning in juice and your own drool by now.”

She can’t help noticing that everyone else seems to also be staring, whispering behind their hands at the spectre of Charlie Crews and his untouched bounty overflowing onto Reese’s desk.

Charlie smiles up at her, “Can you smell that?” He inhales loudly and his eyes slide shut in bliss.

Reese doesn’t have to try, with their adjoining desks it’s all she’s smelled all morning. If she was completely honest, it was starting to make her stomach roll.

Charlie steeples his fingers and taps his chin, slow and considering. He looks up at her and she raises an eyebrow, bracing herself.

“Doesn’t today feel like... a tofu day?"

"Uh.... ?"

"Come on, Reese, I’ll show you the best bean curd in town,” Charlie leaps up and grabs his jacket.

Reese follows him to the exit, stunned. “Just promise me you’ll eat the mangoes. I picked them. Myself.”

Charlie smiles with sudden surprise and delight, holding the door open for her. “Thank you, Reese! I will.”

She points to herself, in case he missed the point. “I picked them – myself -- from the market, this morning. I don't know if you appreciate how much effort that took for me.”

“It’s my first task when we get back.”

“You know I’ll check.”

“Of course you will.”

Yay, awesome. Thank you!

Love the interaction between Reese and Crews.

You're very welcome, I'm happy you liked it! :]

I love Bobby meeting Gabriel.

LOL! Meeting the parents was never more awkward.

Yeah, he's not someone you could keep secret for very long. Thanks for reading!

That's an idea, Gabriel should meet the *real* parents, or hell -- why not the whole clan? Surely somewhere, someone's written that.

I'm glad you liked! :]

It's little things Lucius notices after a while. Outwardly, Tam is the same. She does as she's told and she excels at her job. She comes home for family dinner once a week and if she isn't as chatty as she used to be, her sister and mother make up for it. Her temper is maybe a little hotter, but Lucius forgives it because he does realize he asks a lot of her. And he wouldn't ask it of anyone else, either. He knows the Secret, and he doesn't know if Tam does. Not right away.

But then one night there's a news report about Batman and Robin while they're fixing dinner together and Tam goes very, very still. Her eyes glue to the television and that's all Lucius needs to know she knows. He doesn't let on that he knows. It's always been part of his job. If he doesn't acknowledge what he knows, no one can ask him, and he won't be lying. And he knew there was a chance Tam would find out, but faced with the evidence, there is a part of him that is sad. His little girl shouldn't have to carry this burden.

But there really wasn't anyone else for the job.

Cool. I didn't expect you to go the route of Lucius already knowing the jig. I like how he can notice how aware Tam's become, but there's nothing to do after that. Sweet work.

Awwwww. Poor Tam. Once you know, there's really no going back. This was lovely.

I have a very hard time accepting the idea that Lucius DOESN'T know--you can't be as intelligent as he is and work that closely with Bruce for that long without picking up that something is off. So until canon proves otherwise, I tend to default to the idea that he's worked it out for himself and just doesn't let on. ;)

But thank you! I'm glad you liked it!

Sooooo true! Thank you!

I always figured that in the comics 'verse Bruce knew Lucius better than Lucius knew him due to Bat-stalking. I figure Lucius is probably mostly confused by Bruce. He's probably seen signs of him being very capable and intelligent, but in my head Bruce has still shown him more of "Brucie" than Bruce. I figure Lucius might think Bruce has something of a split-personalty disorder, but doesn't question it since it hasn't really disrupted the company... yet.

Raj is woken by a constant knock on his door. He checks the time. It's 3:34am.

"Dude, what is it? I was in the middle of a game and you just got me killed." Raj opens the door to see Howard's puppy dog eyes looking up at him. "You struck out at the bar, huh?" Howard walks in before dramatically flopping down on Raj's couch.

"They were so many of them, all so beautiful." Howard sighs. "None of them would even talk to me."

"Are you sure you weren't in a lesbian bar, like last time?" Raj asks.

"There were guys there!" Howard replies before thinking. "Actually, a few of them were checking me out." Raj scoffs. "What? You don't think a guy would check me out?"

"I never said a word." Raj shakes his head.

"No, but you were thinking it." Howard sulks.

"If you came here to get your ego polished you came to the wrong place." Raj tells him. "I'm in the mood to kill things. And then to write cheat codes when I get sick of being killed."

"That sounds fun. Can I watch?" Howard asks.

"Won't your mother be wanting you home?" Raj replies. Howard shrugs.

"I'll just switch off my cell and tell her I got lucky tonight." Raj shakes his head but he's smiling.

"Whatever dude. Grab a controller."

I dunno where this came from, really, but I hope you enjoy it. :)

“So,” Gabriel drawled, dragging one finger through a ring of condensation. “So, it goes like a circle with a curlicue. Add a dash here and a short line there and you’ve got yourself a bonafide Yeti summoning charm.”

The Trickster next to him, some small religion tourist come to America to see the sights, nodded slowly, his eyes glazed over. “You don’t say?” he murmured, taking a long draft of the beer he’d been holding onto for the past ten minutes. “You don’t say?”

Gabriel nodded. “Indeed. But here’s the best part. Draw it on a hunter’s back. Gets the bastards every time.” He beamed as if he’d just come up with the trick then and there. He might well have.

Swallowing another mouthful of getting-warmer beer, the Trickster crinkled his eyebrows. “But how does it…how does it…that?”

“Ah, that’s the secret,” Gabriel confided. He paused a moment to finish off his own beer and order a new one. “That’s where the rabbit comes in.”

“Rabbit?”

“Uh-huh. Fast little buggers, rabbits. Gotta be, if they want to live. So, you got the rabbit and you do the charm and presto! Sit back and watch the flood.”

The Trickster laughed. “Oooh! The flood! That’s a good one!”

Gabriel nodded congenially. “I know, right? Did that one myself. Caught the unicorns out, I did. Silly things. All flowers and peace and love and who-knows-what-else.”

Abruptly serious, the Trickster nodded. “Ah, yes. Saw one last week.”

“You don’t say?”

“Yeah. Down in…over by…tiny creek. Was by a tiny creek. Didn’t like me much.”

“I can’t imagine why,” Gabriel said, downing half his beer, then blinking as the bottle suddenly separated into two. “Hey. I got an idea.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“…Whuzzat?”

“I’ll show you.”

And Gabriel snapped.

Haha, awesome. Thanks for this!

You're welcome. :3

wow, this was so much fun from beginning to end! i love Life :D

Thank you so much! :D I miss Life!

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