Monday: 100 Words On School

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be filling themes inspired by the movie Grease (And Grease 2 because I like it and I’m not sorry!), using 100 words or any multiple of 100. Today’s theme is SCHOOL. Any school related prompts are fair game today, whether your characters are in high school or college, or they’re teaching, or maybe just breaking in for a spot of mayhem. ::grins::

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Sherlock goes undercover as a school teacher

+ Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne +/ Any, roommates at college

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett, he runs a survival training school

+ Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, meeting when their respective schools take a field trip to the same place

We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 1 (not very current), Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet 2, or the Calendar Archives, or for more recent prompts, you can use LJ's advanced search options to find prompts to request and/or fill.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

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Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, Sherlock goes undercover as a school teacher

Fill -- Making the Grade

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Ostensibly a teacher, Sherlock is undercover investigating rumors of a cheating scandal. He endures mindless paperwork, but the general cluelessness of the students themselves is nearly intolerable. Now the headmaster wants to see him? Why?

“Mr. Holmes, we’ve had complaints about your performance.”

“Could you be more specific?” And faster--damn it, he has papers to correct.

“The parents think you’re asking too much. That vocabulary list you sent home is quite advanced for thirteen-year olds.”

“They need to be challenged.” Sherlock shakes his head. “Given the low expectations you have for them, it’s no wonder they need to resort to cheating to pass standardized tests.”

…

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Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne +/ Any, roommates at college

Fill (1/2): SGA/White Collar, Evan Lorne/Neal Caffrey, "Youthful Indiscretions", Rated: PG

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Evan knew that his life in the dorms of NYU had been exactly like any of the hundreds of students that surrounded him. Mostly. Well, except for the expensive items that seemed to flow in and out of his dorm room, or the never-ending supply of cash that he had at his fingertips. Sure, there were plenty of rich kids around, because NYU attracted that type of student. There were plenty of clean-cut kids that summered in Europe or were whisked away by a chauffeured car to the Hamptons for the weekend. But Evan earned every penny that he made. And by earned, he honestly meant stole.

The decision to bunk up with Neal Caffrey upon his admission to NYU (thanks to a well-placed hack by a computer friend of his) had hardly been an accident. Once deciding on the school, he stowed away on a cross-country flight out of SFO. Well, stowed away was such a harsh word. What Evan did was honestly use the bravado and charm that he'd developed getting out of trouble. And honestly, was is it his fault the airline had empty seats? A smile and a wink got him past security, and then cupping the gate agent's side as he leaned in, offering a stylish hairpin that he'd stolen from a sleeping woman, not twenty feet back, an innocent, "I'm sorry, is this yours?" asked as his eyes scanned the printed manifest. And then once in New York, tipsy from champagne, he walked the campus, where he spotted a handsome man just about his age with eyes the color of a nearly cloudless sky in summer. Before long, they were hidden in the library, making out - and each left with the other's wallet.

When they met twenty minutes later, they swapped wallets as well as stories. "You know, Evan Christopher Lorne of 1291 Waller Street, San Francisco," Neal said with a wink, "I don't think it was an accident that we stumbled into each other." As if to emphasize his words, Neal leaned in closer, his hand high up on Evan's thigh.

"'s not where I keep my extra cash," Evan replied, his eyes sparking in return to the smile that greeted him. No, that was a secret that Lorne gave up three hours later after Neal had gotten them a suite at the nearest hotel. But Neal's delicate fingers, which Evan begged for, and yet cursed as they brought him to the edge time and again, were magical. Ten more reasons that they might have a good future together.

Which is how they ended up as multi-year roommates at NYU, both in the art history program. Neal said the program was a brilliant way to get to know the masters - how they painted, studied their strokes, and figured out how much a heist would be worth - but for Evan, it was also for the love of art.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett, he runs a survival training school

Fill x 5

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(Crossover with the movie Proof of Life.)

"McGarrett!"

Steve went to the door of the quonset hut that served as his office when he heard someone holler his last name at the top of their lungs.

"McGarrett!"

"Dino?" Steve asked surprised to see his redheaded former SEAL teammate.

"In the flesh," Dino quipped with his arms outstretched and his trademark cheeky grin plastered on his tan face.

Steve stepped out of the hut and caught hold of the redhead. He pulled him into a fierce yet brief hug. It had been several years since he had last since the other man.

"You running this joint now?" Dino asked once they were settled in hut nursing a couple of beers.

"Yeah, my dad retired and handed it off to me a couple of years ago," Steve replied. "What have you been up to?"

"I run a kidnap and ransom business with a bone-headed Aussie," Dino told him.

"Sounds like fun," Steve remarked with a dry chuckle.

"It can be at times," Dino agreed. "It's the main reason I'm here."

"Oh?"

"I've got a couple of new employees that need a refresher course in survival training and I thought about this place," Dino explained between sips of beer.

"You've got good timing. I've got a new class starting in the next two days," Steve teased. "How many can I expect, and are they male or female?"

"Two. One male and one female," Dino replied. "Don't go easy on them."

"Oh, my team won't go easy on them," Steve promised.

"Perfect," Dino murmured. "They're good kids, but they just need a reminder that what we do can go tits up in a moment's notice and they need to be able handle it without getting anyone killed."

Steve nodded. He remembered handling a few dicey mission where hostages had been involved as a SEAL. "So how long you going to be around?"

"Til the end of the week," Dino answered as he finished his beer. "The Aussie wants to go to the Caymans and visit the money."

"Yeah, sure he does," Steve quipped remembering how Dino could be around large sums of unattended money.

"Fuck you," Dino retorted without heat.

"You're not my type," Steve immediately shot back.

Dino chuckled. "So you got any plans for tonight?"

"I was going to grill some steaks for my team," Steve answered. He stood up, stretched and tossed his empty bottle in the recycle bin. "It's a sorta thank God we survived dinner. You're welcome to join us, and you can bring the Aussie."

"Sounds good," Dino said standing up and stretching. "And the Aussie is in England visiting his kid, so it's just me."

"Then follow me," Steve said with a grin as he left the hut. "You can be my sous chef."

"The things I talk myself into," Dino muttered under his breath as dropped his empty bottle into the recycling bucket as he followed Steve from the hut.

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Trixie Belden Mysteries/The Three Investigators, Trixie Belden +/ Jupiter Jones, meeting when their respective schools take a field trip to the same place

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Any, Any, one room schoolhouse

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MI-5|Spooks, Lucas North, teacher’s pet

Fill: Lucas + Ros on a case

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“Well done, Mr West, you’ve obviously taken your time over last week’s homework.” The teacher smiled brightly at him, as she noted down the test results.

Lucas could feel the two people sitting behind glaring at him.

“I hope next week you will all copy Mr West’s example,” the teacher continued.

The evening drew to a close, and the rest of the group made a rapid exit, one of them pausing to say, “You’ll be bringing her an apple next week, won’t you?”

Lucas stood and glared at Ros, “How much longer do we have to continue this bloody charade?”

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Criminal Minds/Numb3rs, Spencer Reid + Charlie Eppes, College Roommates

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark +/ Stephen Strange, grad school

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Stargate Multiverse, any USAF officer, first day at the Academy

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Hawaii Five-0, any, too cool for school

Fill:Steve McGarrett + Danny Williams + Chin Ho Kelly

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“What’s up with the new guy?” Steve asked Chin at lunch.

“Mainlander,” Chin replied.

The new guy stuck out like a sore thumb, with his black leather jacket (way too hot for May in Oahu) and his blonde hair fashioned into a pompadour with enough grease to keep Steve’s dad’s Mercury lubed up for a year.

“More coming,” Chin added. “Everything’s going to change.”

That was all anyone could talk about: changes. Statehood meant new people, new money, new opportunities for Hawaii to grow. Steve’s family weren’t natives by any stretch of the imagination, but they’d called Oahu home since his grandfather was stationed at Pearl during the war. And Steve liked it the way it was.

“Hey.” The new guy dropped into one of the empty chairs at Steve and Chin’s table. “Mind if I sit here?”

He had a weird accent, and a black metal lunch pail from which he pulled something with lots of bread and red sauce and cheese.

“What’s that?” Chin asked, leaning closer.

“Meatball and mozz sandwich. Beats the pineapple you guys have.”

Steve looked down at his lunch tray. Yeah, there was fresh pineapple on it, but there was also rice and pork. It was a pretty normal lunch. And not nearly as messy as the new guy’s weird sandwich.

“I’m Chin. This is Steve. Where you from?”

“Danny. New Jersey.”

Steve didn’t ask for any details. He didn’t need any new friends, especially one who thought he was too cool for Steve’s school.

A week later Danny helped him fend off a big Samoan kid with a bad attitude, getting a busted lip in the process and earning Steve’s respect.

“Not bad. For a greaser.”

“Says the drip,” Danny replied with a bloody grin.

It was the beginning of a great friendship.

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Sky High, Warren Peace/Layla Williams, last day of school

Fill -- Planning Ahead

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Layla is cleaning out her locker for the last time. Her sunglasses slip as she reaches for her binder, but they’re caught before they hit the concrete.

Warren extends them to her with a smile. “Long time, no see.”

Once kids got to know him, he made friends--a lot more than he had in ninth grade. These days, he’s been going with Elsie Dee, a junior who’s making a name for herself as a technopath; between that and his job, he hasn’t been around much this year..

“It’s great to see you! Can you believe graduation is only two days away?” How often she’ll see him or any of her school friends once they’re all out in the real world?

“It’s been a wild ride,” he agrees. Defeating Royal Pain and saving the school was just the beginning of their adventures--it’s been four years of craziness.

“Have you made plans for after graduation?” Layla doesn’t want to ask straight out if he’s going to take after his dad, Baron Battle, notorious super-villain, but what kind of legit job openings are there for a pyro-kinetic, anyway…barbecue pit master?

“Yeah--” Warren’s eyes glow red. “On July 1st I start my new job at Candlepower--they’re leading the industry in thermodynamics. They think I’ll be a valuable asset to their clean energy program.”

“That’s fantastic!” He’s much too nice to be a super-villain; thank goodness he has other prospects!

“What about you? Anything lined up?”

“Agricultural college. I know that sounds silly, but if I can make plants grow with my own abilities, imagine how much more I could do with some science to back me up! If I can develop mega-yield crops, well, maybe world hunger won’t be an issue anymore.”

“Wow. Good for you! What about Will? Is he joining the family business?”

Layla rolls her eyes. “Yup. Mr. Stronghold already has him signed up for some intro to real estate classes so he can start working on getting his license. It’s a good cover; his folks have make a decent living at it--when they’re not saving the world.”

Warren grins at her. “Here’s to saving the world, one way or another. You don’t have to have superpowers to do it--but it helps!”

…

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Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood, what advice she gives her sons about Hogwarts

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Any, any, returning to your old school for a visit as an adult

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, College AU where Merlin is assigned to be Arthur's tutor

Fill 300: preslash really

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Arthur is unimpressed by his tutor, a slender boy with big ears and big blue eyes and a dimwitted (but very bright) smile and pale skin and stark cheekbones. He is decidedly not distracted by the hint of collarbone in a gap in the boy’s bright red hipster scarf. The boy’s blue t-shirt brings out the color of eyes and possibly also marks him as a die-hard Smallville fan. (Not that Arthur hadn’t enjoyed Smallville, because Tom Welling. Michael Rosenbaum. Justin Hartley.)

“I don’t need a medieval history tutor,” Arthur says.

“Professor Gaius sent me, and here I am.” Merlin plops down opposite Arthur and drops a massive textbook on the desk.

“I’m doing fine.”

“Those who don’t learn history are doomed to repeat it,” Merlin says airily.

Arthur jabs a pen at him. “That’s a misquote.”

“What are you, the King of Literary Accuracy?”

“I’m not a literature major,” Arthur splutters, indignant. He’s a political science major. He’s going to do something useful for the world.

“You’re certainly not the King of Medieval History if your quiz scores are anything to go by.” Merlin flips the textbook open.

Arthur squints at him, still suspicious. “Are you really Gaius’s TA? You look younger than me, and I’m a bejant.”

“I’m older than I look.”

“Really? Prove it.”

“Why should I? I’m just here to tutor you. Now if you’d turn to page 394, my lord, we can begin.”

Something about the way Merlin calls him my lord for the rest of their tutoring session digs under Arthur’s skin for the rest of the day.

That night, he sprawls on his narrow dorm mattress and scowls at the ceiling till he falls asleep.

Then he dreams.

And he remembers.

How long have you been training to be a prat, my lord?

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve flirts with Danny when Danny's playing the professor

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Any (David Parrish preferred), AU where they are college professors

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Nightschool AU

Fill (700)

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Rodney hadn’t stopped cursing since the Dean had told him he had to cover Dr. Falco’s night class while the man was out getting his hip replaced. Falco could’ve scheduled his surgery for summer session, but no. He wanted to dance at his daughter’s wedding or some nonsense, without giving a moment’s consideration to the person who’d end up over-burdened teaching an extra class. At night.

As if anyone was serious about learning physics after dark, when other students were out at parties. Rodney was certain he was going to get the dregs of the department.

He was so busy grumbling to himself he didn’t see the hot guy dressed all in black until he ran into him.

“Whoa. Watch it, buddy!”

Rodney was always ready with a defensive reply when he was the one at fault, but this time all he could do was stare at the man he’d nearly bowled over. Hot wasn’t an accurate descriptor. Sexy was better, but still fell short of the mark. Maybe it was the rakish hair, or the pretty eyes, or the snug fit of his black jeans.

“You okay?”

“What? Oh. You should watch where you’re going.”

One eyebrow went up. “Lemme guess. Dr. McKay? Most feared prof on campus? I heard you were going to be filling in for Doc Falco.”

“Are you one of his students?” Rodney was hoping not, on the off chance the guy might swing his way.

“John Sheppard. I teach a class across the hall.”

Sheppard. Sheppard? “Are you new? I’ve never heard of you.”

“I only teach night classes.”

That sounded dodgy. Maybe Sheppard had a second job he worked at during the day. Or maybe he just laid around the house playing video games or watching soap operas. There wasn’t time to explore that more, not with students starting to wander in.

“What do you teach?” Rodney asked, because that was an easy question.

“Theology. Have a good class, Dr. McKay.”

Sheppard gave him a nod and went into the classroom across the hall, already clapping one of his students on the back with hearty good cheer. Theology? Maybe he was a priest or something, and spent his daytime hours doing church stuff. That would be terribly disappointing.

The Intro to Physics class turned out better than Rodney was anticipating. Falco’s students were mostly adults, who worked during the day, and a couple of students who were doubling up as many classes as possible so they could graduate early. He stopped dreading the Tuesday and Thursday night classes.

It didn’t hurt that he had some time before class to chat with Sheppard. The man was always dressed in black, always slinky and good looking and charming. His students seemed to adore him. But he didn’t like to talk about himself, so Rodney still hadn’t found out what it was Sheppard did when he wasn’t teaching Theology.

“I keep busy.”

Rodney tried not to make too much of the fact that John always seemed to have time to chat with him.

And then one night, Rodney’s class wrapped up early and he snuck across the hall to take a peek at Sheppard teaching class. He opened the door as stealthily as possible, and then stood there with his mouth gaping like a landed fish.

Sheppard’s students – and Sheppard himself – were dressed in brown robes and doing some sort of Tai Chi. With lightsabers.

“Theology my ass!” Rodney said accusingly once Sheppard’s so-called class wrapped up. “Lightsabers? Really?”

“Jedi is a recognized religion,” Sheppard replied with a smirk. “Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.”

“So you’re not really a priest, you’re just a huge nerd.”

Sheppard huffed out a laugh. “I never said I was a priest. And Jediism makes as much sense as any other religion.”

That, at least, was a sentiment Rodney could agree with.

“Be happy to tell you more about it,” Sheppard said, leaning against the wall in a ridiculously sexy way. “You hungry?”

“I’m always hungry,” Rodney replied honestly, and then blushed.

Sheppard grinned. “Me too.”

Rodney suspected he wasn’t just talking about food. Two dates later, he confirmed it.

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Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones, Ianto: "Well, looks like the student can still teach the teacher a thing or two."

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, "How was school today?"

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/Rodney McKay, college AU where Evan works at the bookstore and asks a flustered Rodney if he needs any assistance

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Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ John Watson, boarding school AU

Fill:

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“I thought I’d find you in here,” John Watson said. He dropped his textbooks on the floor and slumped down into one of the easy chairs. “Greerson wants to know your excuse for missing his lesson again.”

“There’s no point in taking chemistry if I can’t do experiments,” Sherlock replied.

“I believe Greerson’s reason for banning you was to have his chemistry lab left intact.”

“Tedious! What’s the point in repeating experiments when we already know the answer? We should be looking to explore the unknown.”

“Sadly, exams are based on one’s knowledge of the known.”

“As I said, tedious!”

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, culinary school AU

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, the school of rock (and roll)

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Buffy the Vampire Slayer, any, the trials and tribulations of high school

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Lucifer, Lucifer & Trixie, Lucifer tries to help Trixie with a class assignment

Fill: School Dazed

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"Will you help me with my homework?"

The detective's spawn gave him such large cow eyes, Lucifer wondered if the orbs might not spill out of their sockets. "Homework?" He tsked. "What makes you think I'd know anything about what you're learning in school?"

Beatrice folded her arms. "You still owe me," she said.

He almost denied it but the penny dropped. "Oh, right, from that school. Well." Lucifer shot his cuffs. "Never say the Devil doesn't pay his dues. What sort of assistance do you need, child?"

Picking up a batch of floppy books - seriously, what were they thinking? - Beatrice piled them in front of Lucifer. "I have to write a paragraph on the main point of each of these books."

"And?"

She pushed the books closer to Lucifer. "I think you should do the paragraphs."

He opened his mouth. Closed it. "Seriously?" At Beatrice's stern expression, he sighed. "All right, all right." He grumbled. "This is a waste of the favor I owe you, you know."

"Since I don't want to do the homework, no it isn't." Beatrice grinned a gap-toothed smile. "Oh! Don't use really big words. No one will believe it if I turn in something with words I wouldn't use."

Lucifer picked up a pen. "I suppose you can't read cursive, either." Beatrice offered up a non-plussed reaction. "Right. Well, I'll get on this immediately, shall I?"

The detective swept out of her room, taking in the scene before her. "Trixie, what are you doing?"

"Lucifer's going to help me with my homework, Mommy!"

"Help or do?" Chloe peered over Lucifer's shoulder. "You are not doing my daughter's homework, Lucifer."

"A deal is a deal, Detective."

"Nope. Uh-uh. My daughter has to learn to do her own work." Chloe narrowed a glare at Beatrice, who let out a barely-heard, "Sorry," as she gathered up the books.

"But I still owe your daughter a favor, Detective!" Lucifer protested.

Chloe turned that sharp gaze on him. "Not that kind of a favor. Now come on, we need to get back to the case." She started for the door. "Monkey, I'll look over your homework when I get back tonight."

"Okay, Mommy," Beatrice called. She beckoned Lucifer closer. "Since you can't do this, how about you teach me to drive?"

"If you insist," Lucifer said. "But not while your mother is watching!"