Friday Free-For-All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Hey, everyone! Welcome to the first full weekend of 2010! As you all know, today is Friday so we have a free-for-all where you can let your imaginations and pairings go wild.

First, brief reminder of the rules:


You may only post 3 prompts per genre

You are free to prompt up to 5 at a time and add more once your prompts start being answered. Just be kind for our codemonkeys and don't go too crazy!

No spoilers in prompts for at least seven days after the original airdate or publication date. If you have spoilers in your fic, please warn in bold and leave at least three spaces.


Please also follow the format as stated below:

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, Lazy Fest

Numb3rs/Stargate: Atlantis, Don/Sheppard, "That thing you do."


If none of the posted prompts catch your eye, feel free to look through our Lonely Prompts archive at delicious.

Happy Friday, people! 


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[snow-white.livejournal.com]

True Blood, Bill, "Dreaming men are haunted men." (Stephen Vincent Benet)

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Chuck, Chuck & Sam, They were both at Standford. Fact. They knew each other.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Bobby, feeling safe

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean and Sam and Bobby (gen or any slash combo), Bobby's house feels like home

Niches

[mad-maeglin.livejournal.com]

On the right wall of the garage proper, there’s a little corner almost especially separated from the rest of the morass of oil and rags and tools. Here, a carefully recapped oil stood, surrounded by Chevy specific spare parts. A few odd rags with strange stains on them. On top of all this, perched a shoebox containing, of all things, actual cassette tapes, with masking tape labels declaring them to be ‘road mix #1’ and ‘california mix : sammy’.

In amongst the piles and piles of text obscure and obscurer, ranging from sirens to werewolves to tulpas and to ghosts, there’s a corner of books that look far more modern than everything else in the house. A second study table forgotten and reclaimed by Butterworth’s ‘Negotiation: Theories and Techniques’ and Cartier’s ‘Effective Legal Research’ that was barely prevented from slipping off the table itself by a well used IPod dock.

In the corner of Bobby’s porch, there’s a creaky old loveseat that used to actually swing but only really just threatens to nowadays. It has a perfect view of the road incoming, a nearby table with a moisture mark from too many beers perfectly outlined on the chipping paint.

From that seat, Bobby looks up from where he was consulting an old and dusty book. In the distance, the low rumble of a Chevy Impala echoed down the driveway.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, in the Impala

[kelios.livejournal.com]

They don't really fit in here anymore, not like this. Dean, sprawled across the seat, spine bowed, head thrown back. Sam, folded over him, gasping, one knee in the floorboard, the other wedged against the seat and barely able to move. But this is where it started, and where it ended, and where it began again, and there's nowhere else they'd rather be.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Chuck/Burn Notice, Any, Any.

[myfloralbonnet.livejournal.com]

Avatar: The Last Airbender/Doctor Who, Toph Bei Fong & Jenny, lacking the desire to go home, traveling the universe seemed the next best option

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel vs Raphael, "Where'd you learn to fight dirty?"

NO MORE SEQUELS.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

(I couldn't concentrate on work until I finished this. Damn you!)

"All right now. Step away from the archangel and nobody gets hurt, OK?"

Dean was the one who said it. Dean with a sawed-off shotgun and a do-you-feel-lucky-punk smile. He strode across the clearing, unafraid.

Behind him, Sam grabbed Gabriel by the arm. "Make for the car."

Surprised sharp blue eyes. "What--?"

"Just go." Sam pushed him backward. Gabriel took a look around, didn't see Castiel in the vicinity, and sped off with a cloud of dust around his ankles, like a cartoon character.

"What on earth could you possibly have in that gun that could hurt me?" Raphael teased. His eyes were still on Gabriel's retreating figure. "Give me a break. Just because I have orders not to harm you doesn't mean I'm going to let you stop me."

"Try this on for size, then," Dean said, and fired around into the angel's gut.

For a moment his whole body lit up with flame. He choked and bent forward. When he opened his mouth again, a cloud of smoke emerged. "Holy oil," he said. "The firing process ignites it. How clever of you." He coughed once, blowing out a ring of smoke, and then turned back to the brothers, smiling that white toothy grin.

Dean took a step back, a beat. "Sammy--"

"Hm?"

"RUN!"

The two of them high-tailed it back through the grove. Raphael, laughing the whole way, loped after them.

*

Gabriel broke through the clearing to find Castiel sitting in the driver's seat. He did a double-take. "Wait, you? Drive? I'm safer back there with Raph."

A harsh look from the other angel. "I can manage. Get in." Nonetheless, he appeared to be fumbling with the keys. Gabriel bit his lip.

Then he saw the deep gash running along the length of Castiel's right arm. "Cas," he breathed. "What did you do?"


A moment later and the brothers came tumbling out of the underbrush. "Go, go, go!" Dean shouted, waving his hands at the car. But Raphael was already there, bounding over them and over to stand outside the window. "Hello, Castiel," he sneered, leaning over to come face to face with the angel in the driver's seat.

Castiel stuttered and tried to turn the keys with his wounded hand, and fumbled. Raphael laughed. "You're even more incompetent than I imagined," he said. "I can't believe you got the task of guiding Michael's vessel. You're pathetic."

On the other side of the car, Dean and Sam slid into the back seat. The door slammed. "Good work," Dean said, putting his hand on Castiel's shoulder.

Raphael turned. "What?"

The car kicked into gear and zoomed away.

Raphael began to follow, but a hand raised to knock the car off its wheels did nothing. Sam rolled down the window. "Look down!" he shouted back.

Raphael looked at his feet. Then, in a widening circle, as he began to piece together the symbols that had been drawn in the brown, caked blood of an angel. The ground was soaked in a binding symbol.

"All Cas's idea," Dean said, sounding pretty proud.

"Cas!" Gabriel whistled and applauded. "Where'd you learn to fight dirty?" Castiel gave him a look that could only be described as dirty, too.

"You're giving me back the damn car the minute we're out of here," Dean said, kicking the back of the driver's seat. "So, music?"

Gabriel pointed at the car stereo. "Just name it," he said.

Dean grinned.

The Impala went careening onto the highway blasting "Livin' on a Prayer."

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Kate Bishop/author's choice, all the cuddling doesn't make the cramps go away but it is a nice distraction anyway.

Rikki/Kate cuddles! <3

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

(Sequel to this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/176847.html?thread=38158799#t38158799). <3)

Kate was so glad to have another girl on the team. Cassie was great, and one of her best girl friends, but sometimes she just wasn’t available as much as she used to be with the Initiative and having Jonas as a boyfriend. It made spending that time of the month at Young Avengers hang out a bit...tense.

Billy just knew when she was bleeding, or he had a spell that told him because he and Teddy would always be out of her way and did nothing to gain her ire. Actually, last month Billy and Teddy left her a box of chocolates which gave them points for being awesome.

Then on the other side of the spectrum was Eli and Tommy. Eli didn’t always know when it was time to put his foot in his mouth, but it seemed more apparent to Kate when she was on her period. Then there was Tommy, who could be infuriating just by choosing the absolute time to hit on her.

Having Rikki around was great. Rikki kept guard of her room to keep the boys out when she was feeling extra bitchy. Then when all the boys left for the night, Rikki would climb into bed with her and cuddle, saying it always felt better when there was someone near by, even if it didn’t actually help with the cramps like Midol would. That made Kate smile, and she just cuddled Rikki. She could definitely get used to this once a month.

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake, being turned into a girl was odd enough but being turned into a girl on PMS was utterly horrible.

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

DCU, Stephanie Brown, "people should really stop pissing me off when I have the cramps from hell."

shades of Steph/Tim? XD

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

Steph wanted to throttle Dick. Okay, sure, throwing Damian off the tallest building in Gotham for calling her Fatgirl may have been a little harsh, but her midol had just stopped working, so her cramps were back. Plus, she wasn’t quite in the mood to be called fat when she felt it. So for throwing Damian off a building, Dick ordered her off the streets for the rest of the night.

And Babs had agreed, which just made Steph angrier. She shut off her comm and swung home in a complete huff. Half way home, Steph ran into Tim on a rooftop, literally. With ‘oof,’ she fell flat on her ass.

“Steph? Are you okay?” Tim asked, offering her hand to help her up. “You look...pissed actually.”

She grudgingly grabbed his hand and let him pull her up. “People should really stop pissing me off when I have the cramps from hell,” she stated sourly. “And when I mean people, I mean Damian and Dick.”

Tim grimaced. “Well, I come in peace, and I didn’t mean to knock you over,” he offered with a smile. “The Ducati’s only a few alleys away. I could drive you home, if you want?”

Steph thought about the offer for a moment, feeling her anger from earlier dissipate as quickly as it came. “Okay,” she accepted, grinning for a moment. “Did you start writing my cycle down on your calendar again?”

“Hey, it’s totally out of self preservation,” Tim replied offering her hand to swing her down to his bike. “I’ve calendar just for the women I know in the hero community.”

Steph snorted, taking him up on his offer and wrapping her arms around his neck before they swung off the building. “Hehe, I knew there was a reason I dated you,” she said cheekily. “So considerate and wanting to be the only guy us girls don’t want to throttle on our periods.”

“That’s me,” he replied. “No reason to make that time of the month for you guys any worse than is has to be.”

She jumped down when they reached the Ducati. “You’re so sweet,” she said circling the Ducati. “Sweet enough to let me drive, maybe?”

Tim cringed, looking torn between his bike and being on Steph’s shit list for the rest of week. Steph giggled and patted his cheek before gesturing for him to get on as she swung her leg to get on the back part of the seat.

“I was kidding,” she told him. “You wouldn’t have been in trouble had you said no.”

“Ha. Ha,” Tim said dryly as he got on his bike. “Hold on tight.”

He revved the engine, and Steph wrapped her arms around his waist. “Always,” she murmured then they were off towards her house.

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

x-Men, Pyro/Iceman, love makes you blind and stupid

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, If you only knew I'd sacrifice my beating heart before I lose you

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Bobby waited outside the infirmary with Ororo for Hank and Dr. Taggart.
They had found John on the shore of San Francisco Bay three days after Alcatraz and brought him home. He had still been half in the water, his clothes wet or crusted with salt. Bobby had run to him, dragging, hauling him up. He remembered vividly the dried blood on his face and in his hair. He must have still bled when he reached the shore, reached it with an open head wound and two frozen hands. He remembered the pale, feverish yet clammy skin and the festering edges of the wound and the dark spots on his hands were the ice had irreparably damaged the skin. It was as if he had been burning and freezing at the same time.
When they finally came out Bobby could see the frown on Hank’s forehead and the hard lines around Dr. Taggart’s mouth. He wanted to ask but Ororo did that for him.
‘How is he?’
‘The tissue around the head wound is infected and probably his blood, too, but we still need the test results to confirm that.’ Dr. Taggart told them in a neutral, professional tone. ‘We’re having him on broadband antibiotics and if he ever wants to use his hands again he’ll need extensive physiotherapy but the damage to the skin tissue is irreparable. Given the case that he survives the severe concussion he sustained, but given that he also runs a high fever his chance of survival is less than 30%.’
‘But you said the antibiotics…’ Bobby heard himself say.
‘Antibiotics are medicine not the Holy Grail against every harm.’ Hank snapped: ‘You certainly chose a slow death for your old friend.’
‘Can I see him?’
‘He’s unconscious but yes, you can.’ Dr. Taggart told him.
‘He may even wake up for a few moments and be lucid, so if you have anything you would like to tell him you should do it now.’

'Hi, Johnny.' Bobby whispered when he sat down next to John's still form.
‘John, Johnny, please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, just wake up, okay? We’ll see from there but you have to wake up first. Please, if I had known…I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was stupid. Can you please wake up. Please, wake up, Johnny. Maybe we could try again, like, you know, start over or something but you have to wake up. Please. Please. Please. Wake up. I love you, Johnny. See, I said it. I love you. I love you. I love you. Please, wake up.’
‘Bobby?’

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Dr. Horrible, Hammer/Horrible, 'cause you left me, police scene, chalk line, tequila shots in the dark scene of the crime' (from Damned if I Do Ya (Damned if I Don't), by All Time Low)

[raapsteeltje.livejournal.com]

Castle, Ryan/Esposito, kiss and make up.

[merle-p.livejournal.com]

Filled: Ryan/Esposito, kiss and make up

Kate has never seen Esposito and Ryan fight over anything more serious than the choice of toppings for the pizza they’re going to order (Esposito always wants chili peppers, Ryan hates them), so seeing them like this is quite disconcerting.

She has no idea what their argument is about – there was nothing about their last case that could have provoked that kind of dissonance – but Esposito is clearly angry.

Continued here (http://merle-p.livejournal.com/23796.html#cutid1)

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

any, any, know when to walk away and know when to run

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Here you are. It's Supernatural, Dean & Sam. Hope you enjoy.

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Sam and Dean have made a life of knowing when the time is right to stand, sit, and run.

There’s no other way to say it but to say they are simply good at it. This job, that isn’t a job, is their lifeblood. Their hearts pump out there next move. If they don’t listen to it, it’s their mistake, of which none can afford.

Dean remembers hearing a song at a roadside diner some time ago;

“Ev’ry gambler knows that the secret to survivin’ is knowin’ what to throw away and knowing what to keep. ‘Cause ev’ry hand’s a winner and ev’ry hand’s a loser, and the best that you can hope for is to die in your sleep.”

This whole End of Days thing, he knows, just knows he should be running. Go see the Grand Canyon finally, find some beachside motel where he can sit outside with a six pack and watch the sunrise, or sunset (depending on the coast). He should be doing that because he knows his hand; he and his brother’s.

But then he’s never been a safe gambler, and if there’s one thing Dean knows better than anything else it’s bluffing.

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, any, "'Cause if you're not really here, I don't wanna be either."

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

**SPOILERS for Dollhouse 2x11**



He blinks and she's lying motionless in his office chair. He blinks again and she's still there motionless, eyes closed as if she's just asleep. Asleep with a hole in her frontal (or is it parietal? He doesn't focus on the point of impact.) lobe while her blood dances on every surface, the monitors, the table, his face...

It's just them in the room, but the romantic tension and squishy feelings are gone. Why? Bennet was sitting right there in front of him and they're not working, what was missing? He sinks down to the floor unable to move wondering why he doesn't want to be here anymore. A minute ago there was no where on earth he'd rather be, but now he just wanted to run. A minute ago there was Bennet and now...

Everyone else runs into his office before he knows it. The questions about a gunshot die in their throats the minute they see the former Washington programmer in Topher's chair and the blood dripping off Topher's face. Questions clutter and sounds begin mixing together but Topher answers "Whiskey," without really knowing why. Maybe he just really needed a drink right now. He knew better than all of them that it wasn't Whiskey's fault or Saunders', the blame lied deeper than that.
Who had primarily suggested that Bennet had certain skills they needed?
Who had created Saunders from a broken doll in the first place?

Suddenly there's a warm arm around him but it was a left arm. A left arm that wasn't dead. A living left arm leading to a voice calling him back to a world that he could no longer fit in. He came back and his chair was empty, his desk still holding Bennet's unfinished work.
That's the only place she could be now so that's where he wanted to be.

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jo and/or Ellen Harvelle, "You can draw your guns and give your life, but darkness never dies."

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, The Doctor, "Loved by many, hated by none, and I'd say you were lucky, 'cause I know what you've done."

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

any, any, "follow the white hare like you're on a tether, for this is bitter earthquake weather."

No fic...

[juliet316]

But I just wanted to say, Icon love! :-)

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Wee!Eliot/Team, Birthday party at chucky cheese. (or any kiddie theme resturant)

[karahalliwell.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Sylar/Claire, Come on over, let me watch you, let me hold you, let me touch you.

Lyrics from "Out of my head" by Mobile.
Song and lyrics here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6mbw1ORd1M

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Gabriel/Sam; Sam/Ruby, blood debt

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Pyro/Iceman, meeting the parents

[clachnaben]

at school right now, so no fic!

but I will be writing this!

[winslow-arizona.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Keller + any, "you can't fight in here, this is the war room...I mean, the infirmary!"