Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

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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[angel-gidget.livejournal.com]

Tim wakes in the night, not entirely able to remember which flash of nightmare woke him. But he quickly calms (because he has to) and looks to the girl sleeping next to him (because he wants to).

He knows Tam's learned a lot. They've been sharing a bed in a million cramped spaces. Hotel rooms, secret lairs, snowy cabins in the middle of nowhere... and because of this, she knows how to slowly wake him from nightmares if she wakes first. She knows the importance of keeping a weapon within reach (but not in-hand)during sleep. And she knows the smell of blood: like metal, but more intrisically repulsive.

Tim scoots a little closer before closing his eyes again. He freezes momentarily, adjusting his hip, scraped from a fall from two stories. She's gotten really good at wrapping up injuries. And knowing which painkiller to use for each kind of hurt. He feels slightly relaxed by the last pill he took, but not any more groggy than sleep demands.

Tim knows that his waking in the night means she will wake before him in the morning. He smiles. She makes a mean pot of coffee. And she didn't learn that from him.

In the midst of sleep, she draws closer to him, snuggling against his bruised chest. He holds her, protecting her asleep and he has when she's awake. It's the least of thank-yous he can offer considering that she has kept him sane.

Becaue he has learned from her too. She tells him when his insanity has gone too far. She has taught him that he's not quite as broken as he thought he was. She has given him hope and warm company in darkness.

As he holds her and allows dreams to take him again, he tries not to dwell on what he doesn't know. What would happen if he let the hand on her back slide a little lower. If he tangled their legs together instead of laying them side by side. If he kissed her. If he prolonged that kiss and pressed her into the bed instead just cuddling her on it.

He uses one of those "crazy ninja meditative mind-thingies" that annoys her so much to clear his thoughts.

He lets his hand splay just a little bit more intimately on her back before letting it all go and drifting off into better dreams.

[lady-sarai.livejournal.com]

Oh, I love this! Thank you! <3 I have warm fuzzies now. I have a Thing for cuddling. And I love the reflections on things Tam's learned and what she's taught Tim. And I looove what Tim wants to know.