Friday Free-For-All

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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:


NO spoilers in prompts for at least one week after airing. Also, if your response contains spoilers, please warn for them and leave at least 3 empty lines before starting your fic.

Also, to make sure everyone gets a chance to prompt... no more than five prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. You can always come back and prompt more after yours have been answered.

Please remember to be kind to you code monkeys (who work hard at a job that is time consuming) and code your prompts properly (fandom, pairing, prompt).

Examples:

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, The first time Colby called him "Professor"

Criminal Minds/Leverage, Reid/Eliot, "It's getting hot in here..."

Don't see anything that whets your appetite? Check out our lonely prompts archive here on delicious for some amazing ideas that just haven't been given homes yet.

Also, gird your loins, because next week is the start of yet another Quarterly Year Challenge, where we give you no prompts but instead offer lovely prizes to get you to write some of the prompts piling up in our archives.

Ready? Prompt!

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Prompt filled! [cont'd]

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Instead of dwelling on that, he switches gears. "So this'll come as no surprise, and I'm sure he's told you himself at least a dozen times in the past month, but Jim wants you to know there's still a place for you in the 'Fleet, if you ever want it."

"I have been considering it," Spock answers.

It's definitely not the response McCoy was expecting, and he raises both eyebrows. "Really, now," he says. There's no sarcasm--only curiosity--in his voice.

"I did not resign my commission, Leonard, I--"

"-- Took a leave of absence. I know. It was only ever intended to be temporary. I know that, too." But temporary means different things to different people, and the six months that had been spoken of, in the beginning, had quickly turned to a year, and that year had somehow turned into three, then five; in retrospect, it should have been a clean break from the get-go. It hadn't been, but time and distance seemed to have worked in their favour, eventually dissolving any lingering resentment on McCoy's part.

"I do not intend to make a decision for some time yet," Spock says, setting aside his empty teacup.

"Might not be so bad, having you around again," McCoy decides, then, drawing himself back to the present. "Even just like this--as a friend. Or a constant pain in my ass. Whichever." He looks beyond the balcony wall and across the colony a second time; the rain is tapering off, the sky beginning to lighten. "You know," he says, "I might even have to look forward to it, if and when the time comes."

Spock's face is impassive as ever, but his eyes are a different story. It's not much, really, just a glint of something McCoy has come to recognise, something that's as close to a smile as he'll ever get. "As will I."

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