It's Friday, and I'm already out of time!

[squidgiepdx]

It's the end of the week, and since we're going on vacation tomorrow, I'm completely out of time! Well, out of time for work, but have all the time in the world for Comment Fic! Today's prompt is the last for the week, and is about being out of time. Now you can take this a few different ways. First of all, you can prompt with just about anything about time itself, like Steve McGarrett distracting Danny from a rant by asking him what time it was. Or maybe John Sheppard is planning to go full suicide-mission, as he is apt to do, and runs out of time, having to say goodbye to Rodney (but with a happy ending!). And another thing you can consider, if you want, is to drop a character or two from their setting into another time - like dropping Evan Lorne into the 1700s and turning him into a sharecropper. If it's about time, then today's your day!

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...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve distracts Danny from a rant by asking him the time
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Running out of time and options during a skirmish
+ Stargate Atlantis/Any, Evan Lorne/Any, Evan is a 1700s sharecropper

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[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, Final Countdown

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, any, Time’s up

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, it’s no secret that the both of us are running out of time (Hello - Adele)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Evan Lorne +/ Any,

If you're lost, you can look and you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you, I will be waiting
Time after time
(Cyndi Lauper)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, a moment frozen in time

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Any m/m,

So take me away, I don't mind
But you better promise me I'll be back in time
Gotta get back in time
(Huey Lewis and the News)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan, this time will be different

Fill: drabble

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

This time will be different, Henry vowed. This new town, this new relationship, this new life, each time they were going to be different. They were, but as always everything aged and changed, and Henry remained the same. This year, this decade, this century, even this millennium would have its differences and things would move on. Even Henry would move on, when it became obvious he was out of step with the rest of the world. Yet he remained filled with the human optimism that this time it would be different, only to share the universal disappointment when it wasn’t.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m (no SPN please),

I knew you before the west was won
And I heard you say the past
Was much more fun
You go our way, I go mine
But I'll see you next time
(Barenaked Ladies)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, Love in the time of chocolate

Fill: To Be Continued, BinWoo

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

I could kiss him in front of everyone, Bin realizes.

They’re standing all in a row, overheated from their stuffy dance costumes but trying to look calm and cool and collected for the fans.

The female host - Bin has already forgotten her name - announces the next game. Unwrapping chocolates with only their mouths. She picks Eunwoo as the first contestant, because of course she does. His eyes go wide and his eyes crinkle up in one of his adorably awkward smiles.

Who will his partner be?

The fans ship Bin and Eunwoo. Bin is pleased - and his teammates relieved - when the loudest shouts are for Moon Bin! and Bin-ah! and Binnie!

Bin fakes a disappointed expression, like the request is burdensome and embarrassing, but his pulse leaps.

Eunwoo ducks his head, blushing. If only the fans knew. But he says, “Binnie,” and the female host nods, asks for Bin to come forward.

Bin picks one of the candies up of the plate and holds one end of the wrapper in his teeth. Eunwoo leans in, hands curled tentatively around his biceps, and catches the other end of the wrapper in his teeth, tugs, untwisting the little piece of chocolate in the wrapper. Then he squeezes Bin’s arms, and Bin lets go, pulls back for a moment, leans in again, uses his teeth to scrape the candy out of the wrapper and into his mouth.

The chocolate is delicious.

Bin knows Eunwoo’s kisses taste even better, but there are dozens of people watching, not to mention the cameras, so they keep a careful distance between their bodies, leaning in like a pair of elementary school children kissing for the first time, except their lips never touch, are always a piece of chocolate apart.

The game is over quickly, and the others step up in pairs - in the pairs the fans ship the most - to play. But at the end of it all, the female host presents Eunwoo with one last piece of chocolate.

He holds it in his teeth, and Bin thinks, Now’s my chance.

He reaches out, curls a hand around the back of Eunwoo’s neck, and leans in, close enough for a kiss.

There’s a reason Eunwoo’s the actor - he has much better self control than the others - and he doesn’t close his eyes, doesn’t lean in too close, doesn’t flinch when Bin’s lips brush against his.

And then Bin is pulling back, chewing triumphantly on a piece of chocolate while the fans giggle and scream.

He glances over at Eunwoo and sees the heat in his eyes for just a moment before Eunwoo is his sweet, pure self for the cameras.

Hours later, when they’re back in the safety of the dorms, wearing comfortable clothes and exhausted from their busy day, Eunwoo plops down on the floor beside Bin.

“Hey,” he says.

Bin turns to him.

Eunwoo holds up a piece of chocolate. “Want it?”

Bin never says no to food. He reaches for it, but Eunwoo pulls it out of reach.

“You’ll have to pay for it, though.”

Bin pouts at him. “How much?”

Eunwoo closes his eyes and leans in, and Bin pays gladly.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

any, any, It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

Fill: Star Trek: Enterprise, Trip/T'Pol

[profshallowness.livejournal.com]

T'Pol had been reading out the dropping oxygen levels, her voice remaining unchanged if you didn't listen carefully.

Trip was listening carefully, but it’s getting tougher to do.

It’s quiet apart from their shallow breaths.

She's so close.

Trip reaches out to touch her hand, waiting for her to move it away.

She does not.

Trip touches her, knowing all he knows about Vulcans and touching them, but knowing too all he knows about this particular Vulcan.

Depleted after the gesture, he doesn't turn his head to look at her face, doesn't see her eyelids drop, the only reaction she shows to his gesture.

In a few seconds, his own eyes close.

She is aware of the moment he loses consciousness.

The oxygen deprivation affects T'Pol more slowly. She does not look at the display reading again, neither does she move her hand away from his. His touch was not unpleasant. It is not unpleasant.

The higher functions of her brain shut down.

That is how they are found, seated together, Commander Tucker's fingers resting on Sub-commander T’Pol’s hand, shocking the Vulcan contingent of the rescue party, although they do not show it. The patients are scanned and moved. The connection is broken. Oxygen masks are put on.

They do not die that day.

Tucker comes to to hear a low Vulcan voice ask a question he thinks he understands. At least, he understands 'why' 'he' 'touch' and 'you'.

T'Pol's answer is slow, not because of any deficiency in her recovery, but because she is translating an English saying to Vulcan.

Trip will never ask Hoshi to confirm whether what T'Pol says translates as, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay,

With so much left to say I prayed Lord I ain't finished
Just give us five more minutes
(Scotty McCreery)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

BBC Merlin, Merlin/Arthur Pendragon, Boy I’ve missed your kisses all this time but this is twenty-five minutes too late (25 Minutes - Michael Learns to Rock)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

MI-5 Spooks, any/any,

Who’s the one you think of night and day?
Ain’t no time to waste
I’m just tryin’ to say
Who do you love?
Is it him or me?

(Who Do U Love - Monsta X)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, Any, the ability to turn back time, but only by five minutes

Mini Fill: Aiden Ford

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Aiden has never told anyone about his gift, the ability to turn back time - but only for five minutes. He uses it sparingly, because even though nothing terrible has happened as a result of him using it, he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop.

There’s always a price. For everything.

He inherited the gift from his mother, but his parents died when he was young, and he was sent to live with his paternal grandparents. They know nothing of his gift.

They didn’t know that one day it would run out. People only had so much time, including time-travelers.

So when Aiden flings himself into the culling beam to escape Sheppard’s shot, he thinks, I have three minutes to think up a better plan.

He always gives himself less than five minutes so he doesn’t miss his mark.

But this time there are no three minutes, let alone five. Aiden wakes in a cell on a hive ship, and he has much more than three minutes to plan, and think, and wait.

I’ll see you again, Sheppard. I promise.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes +/ any,

Is it any wonder
I've got too much time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
(Styx)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any m/m, finding the right time to say something important

Fill: LorneDex

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The frustrating thing about Evan Lorne is that he’s indispensable to the running of Atlantis - and that means he’s never alone. Someone always has a question or request or comment or just wants a listening ear.

There’s a lot about Earth politics Ronon doesn’t understand, but he understands well enough that he should say his piece to Evan when Evan is alone.

Getting Evan alone proves hard. Ronon tracks him for days, the way he is pretty sure the Wraith once tracked him. He notes Evan’s movements. Apart from a morning run with his team and staff meetings with senior command, Evan has no set schedule.

But he does have a rhythm, and Ronon learns it after quiet, steady observation.

When he finally manages to catch Evan during a rare moment alone, it’s like they’re two dancers who’ve been moving alone to the same song and finally notice each other, partner up.

Evan, leaning on a balcony and watching the sun set, is beautiful. His smile is serene, the fading sunlight on his skin casting him in a warm glow. He notices Ronon, because he is a soldier at heart. He straightens up, turns.

“Hey, Ronon. What can I do for you?”

Evan always cuts to the chase. People always want something from him.

“I don’t need anything from you,” Ronon says.

“Oh. Come to enjoy the view?” Evan slides aside, gestures for Ronon to step up to the balcony railing.

“I just wanted to tell you,” Ronon begins, and pauses, because despite all his planning, he’s never actually considered that he’d make it this far.

Evan cocks his head, gaze expectant, and smiles at Ronon, encouraging him to continue.

“You have beautiful blue eyes and I want to kiss you,” Ronon says.

Those blue eyes widen.

“That’s all,” Ronon says, and turns to go.

“Wait.”

Ronon pauses at the door.

“Do you want to hear my response?”

“I know what your answer has to be, with your Air Force rules.”

“Well, I am the chief logistics officer for a reason.” Evan’s tone is sly.

Ronon turns to him, surprised.

“Rules are made to be...bent,” Evan says, and chuckles at some joke only he understands. “Ronon Dex, every inch of you is beautiful, and I want to kiss you too.”

Ronon reaches out, tugs him close.

Their first kiss is awash in the last rays of sunlight. That’s all right. There is fun to be had in the dark.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Marvel Cinematic Universe, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange, time makes fools of us all

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
(Pink Floyd)

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any m/m,

Tell it to me slowly
I really want to know
It's the time of the season for loving
(The Zombies)

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any, any, If I could save time in a bottle....

Fill 1/3: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“John?”

Rodney stuck his head through the door, but the apartment was dark. He slipped in and closed the door behind him, moving as silently as he could manage. Once inside he clicked on the tiny penlight he’d brought along, too afraid of being seen to use a proper flashlight.

John’s apartment was as familiar to Rodney’s as his own during the day but draped in layers of shadows it became a funhouse version of itself. Furniture loomed out at him. Area rugs twisted around his feet. Things were either too close or too far away from where Rodney thought they should be, so he moved slowly.

It seemed to take Rodney hours to reach his goal: the armoire in the bedroom.

Like the rest of John’s furniture, it was simple and understated. Function over form. It was also the only thing in the entirety of the apartment that John kept locked. The only thing he refused Rodney access to.

It’s personal, John had said. Maybe when we’ve known each other longer.

The thing was, Rodney wasn’t entirely sure how long he and John had even been together. It seemed like a long time to him, but he couldn’t pin down a date, couldn’t really remember how they’d even met. He knew it had been some sort of meet-cute thing on the subway, but only because he’d heard John tell the story so many times.

He knew he was bad at remembering things like important dates and often people’s names, but Rodney would be hard-pressed to recall a single milestone in his and John’s relationship. That was telling, wasn’t it? The sign of a doomed relationship?

If things between them were ending, Rodney wanted to find out once and for all what John was hiding in that armoire.

Rodney clamped the penlight between his teeth and pulled the lockpick kit out of his coat pocket. He’d been practicing with it for the last week. The armoire had a key lock, but he’d never seen the key or had an inkling where John might be keeping it. Learning to pick a lock had seemed more expedient than rifling through everything John owned for one small key that might not even be in the apartment.

It took Rodney several minutes before he heard the tell-tale click. The door on the right popped open just enough for Rodney to get his fingers in there and pull it back. The other door was held in place with an internal latch near the top that Rodney found after feeling along the length of the door. The contents of the armoire were exposed, and Rodney just stared, unsure what he was even looking at.

There were five shelves inside, instead of a rod for hanging clothes. And each shelf was crowded with identical smoky-glassed bottles no more than fifteen inches tall. Rodney was starting to think John was literally a closet alcoholic when he realized the bottles weren’t smoky; whatever was inside them was.

Under the soft glow of the penlight, the contents of the bottles moved in lazy swirls, dark gray and light gray and maybe even navy blue, like bits of shifting fog caught beneath glass. Rodney reached out and picked one up. Beyond the weight of the bottle there was no other substance to it, no sense that anything with mass was inside.

“What is this?” Rodney muttered to himself, penlight still held in his teeth.

The bottle in his hand, like the rest in the armoire, had little cork stoppers in the top. He hesitated a moment before pulling it, his curiosity too great to back out now. The smoke inside drifted lazily out of the bottle and right up Rodney’s nose. It smelled like hot computer circuits and –

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

Any dystopia/post-apocalypse, any, "Tell us about the time before the world changed...."

[vanillafluffy.livejournal.com]

MCU, Bucky Barnes,

You showed me how, how to leave myself behind
How to turn down the noise in my mind
Now I haven't got time for the pain
(Carly Simon)

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Lucifer, Lucifer, as an immortal the idea of running out of time is foreign to him.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse, any, it's the end of the world...again

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Miraculous Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Chang|Ladybug, It's time to transform back to her civilian life