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Friday Free-For-All

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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So glad you liked it! I really had fun writing it. Props to the OP for the awesome prompts :D

I love both parts of this! It's epic and awesome ♥

AWESOME! *high fives* o/

\o I seem to write epics even when I don't mean to... ::grins:: Thank you honey!

Yay! Glad you like <3 I had fun writing, mostly cause I wasn't working at the time! :D

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

Aww ouch. :C Poor Bobby.

Now THAT's the kind of reaction I like to inspire.

*holds hands, sings along*

Keep smiling! Thanks so much for sticking it out. :D

**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.

I think I love you, marry me?

Sorry?

And this is awesome. Exactly what I can see happening, and loved Cas's lure to Raphael of the fumbling, 'I'm harmless' routine. Niiiice.

And thank you!

Don't be sorry. I had a blast, and it's a big ego trip to think someone's hanging on waiting for you to finish your story!! *haz big hed*

I'm so glad you enjoyed it, and thank you so much for your wonderful, wonderful prompts. It was so much fun to write!!! *big hugs for you*

Sooooooooo I'll just have to work in more prompts then. I can do that. ;-)

Haha, it was YOUR brilliant prompt! :)

"I thought we agreed on Mal." Zoe says, attempting casual, sitting across from Hoban at the common room table as they both work.
Hoban looks up suddenly from her course calculations. Her blonde hair falls in front of her eyes and she looks like someone has just punched her in the stomach.
"I do not remember agreeing on Mal. When did we agree on Mal? I'm fairly certain we didn't agree on Mal!" Hoban waves her hands wildly in emphasis. Zoe places the gun she is cleaning very carefully and slowly on the table. Spooking Hoban will make matters worse and Zoe was really hoping that this conversation would have less hysterics than the Let's-Have-A-Baby one. Zoe opens her mouth to say something calming and, typically, Jayne interrupts in a loud bray from the corridor to the cargo bay.
"Oi, Girlie!"
"What?!" Hoban leans back in her chair to see Jayne, tucking her pencil behind her ear.
"Kaylee wants the course, so she can bark!"
Hoban pauses, look briefly at her paper, scribbling a few quick reminders before turning back.
"We're heading for Aberdeen. She knows the course. We used it last time."
"Bu Lai." Jayne shouts and his footsteps echo as he stomps his way to the cargo bay. Zoe looks at her gun as Hoban pushes her .
"I would like to make it known that if you suggest Jayne I will shoot you. On principle." She says, opening her shotgun to clean inside.
"If I suggested Jayne, I would shoot myself on principle." Hoban agrees, pushing her hair out of her

NOT DONE. Apparently, my livejournal hates me.

And Baby Makes Four
"I thought we agreed on Mal." Zoe says, attempting casual, sitting across from Hoban at the common room table as they both work.
Hoban looks up suddenly from her course calculations. Her blonde hair falls in front of her eyes and she looks like someone has just punched her in the stomach.
"I do not remember agreeing on Mal. When did we agree on Mal? I'm fairly certain we didn't agree on Mal!" Hoban waves her hands wildly in emphasis. Zoe places the gun she is cleaning very carefully and slowly on the table. Spooking Hoban will make matters worse and Zoe was really hoping that this conversation would have less hysterics than the Let's-Have-A-Baby one. Zoe opens her mouth to say something calming and, typically, Jayne interrupts in a loud bray from the corridor to the cargo bay.
"Oi, Girlie!"
"What?!" Hoban leans back in her chair to see Jayne, tucking her pencil behind her ear.
"Kaylee wants the course, so she can bark!"
Hoban pauses, look briefly at her paper, scribbling a few quick reminders before turning back.
"We're heading for Aberdeen. She knows the course. We used it last time."
"Bu Lai." Jayne shouts and his footsteps echo as he stomps his way to the cargo bay. Zoe looks at her gun as Hoban pushes her .
"I would like to make it known that if you suggest Jayne I will shoot you. On principle." She says, opening her shotgun to clean inside.
"If I suggested Jayne, I would shoot myself on principle." Hoban agrees, pushing her hair out of her eyes. She shrugs and Zoe recognizes the 'I'm going to pretend this is just a suggestion but I've been thinking about it for a while now' look. "I was thinking about asking Simon." Hoban says, taking the pencil from behind her ear, returning to course calculations like they weren't talking about the half of the genes their child was going to have. Zoe sighs.
"Simon? Him and Kaylee'll have children of their own one day. We can't take his first ever fatherhood from her." Zoe murmurs, keeping her voice low and nonthreatening. Turning this into a fight will only attract an audience. Hoban shakes her head.
"And Mal and Inara won't want children once they finally get over themselves? Simon's a doctor. He knows that for all the kid'll have his genes, it'll be ours. How serious will Mal take his 'fatherhood'?" Hoban adds finger air-quotes around 'fatherhood'.
"Is that what this is about?" Zoe hisses under her breath, leaning further across the table. "Being jealous of the relationship that Mal would have with our child?"
"No!" Hoban surges to her feet, slamming her palms on the table before reconsidering and sitting back down in near-defeat.

"Look," Hoban says, spreading her hands in front of her. "Mal has always been part of our life together. He will always be a part of our life. but Mal is...complicated. What kind of father would Mal be? You say we shouldn't take Simon's first fatherhood from him but he's already more of a father to River than I think her real father ever was." Hoban ducks her head, smiling gently. "If I had to choose someone to trust with our child I would choose Simon. Mal is probably terrified of babies."
Zoe mirrors Hoban's duck and smiles gently.
"He is. The Lancer's Brigade's sarge had two little babies. We hid out in their house on Bao Shi for three months. Mal spent the whole time hiding from them."
Hoban laughs gently and the dangerous yawning rift between them slowly closes. Zoe points a finger at her.
"Don't think this lets you off. We are having a baby."
Hoban nods gently and takes one of Zoe's hands in both of hers.
"Having a child is surely the most beautifully irrational act that two people in love can commit." She quotes. Zoe tips her head to the side. Hoban rubs Zoe's palm with her thumbs. "A man once said that on Earth-That-Was." Hoban shakes her head. "He had five children."
"Well then," Zoe says kindly and runs the pad of her finger along Hoban's jawline before leaning across the table to kiss her forehead. "People have been making babies for centuries before us. It'll happen."
"It'll happen." Hoban agrees and stands, holding her course calculations. Zoe returns to her gun and Hoban returns to her cockpit.

Notes:
Wash is called Hoban the whole time because I couldn't see his female version having the same nickname. Jayne calls her "Girlie" as a nickname. Bu Lai means "Fine" or "Good". Bao Shi translates loosely as "Jewel" and is a made up planet. The quote comes from Bill Cosby.

Please write a sequel, or a prequel, or anything else in this crossover, you may have written one of the best Twilight crossover crack fics ever, and I would know, I hunt them down and feast upon them.

I'm so glad you like it!

Aww, this is cute. Thank ya for filling it! ♥

Haha! Thanks XD I love genderswitch! This came off of a joke in a fic I was writing where it was revealed that Zoe had a fantasy involving girl!Wash and Wash was like "...I have the best wife ever."

*fistbumps* great minds think alike :D

Teehee :D This is adorable. It should be a whole ficverse! *plots to make more prompts in this vein~

Plot away! I can picture girl!wash in my head and her life and I was in serious danger of getting carried away with the ideas when writing this. :D

(and yeah, I can totally see Wash hearing about Zoe's fantasy being like "Best. Wife. EVER." :D)

(I just couldn't resist this. Don't know if it's what you want but I loved the idea of Jack knowing a enchanted cat-girl!)

"This is ridiculous." Constance drawls, sprawled over four rum barrels and some rigging. Jack nods quickly, because Constance is his idol with her blood red lips and her tanned sailor's skin, turned pale in the moonlight. Like the spirits in his mam's old tales, Constance only comes out at night when the moon is bright and she can walk upon two legs again. The crew keep a small pile of clothes in a cupboard under the stairs to the poop deck and she raids it at night. During the day she wears her calico coat with the same force of disdain and superiority that she wears her breeches and shirts with.
"I mean," Constance says, examining her hand in the moonlight. "how does it make any sense to be human at night and cat during the day? Cat's hunt at night!" She shakes her head, her teeth reflecting the moonlight. The ship is asleep, the only reason the Captain kept on an enchanted girl. She looks after the ship at night, along with Jack, cabin-boy and everyone's dogsbody. Jack worships her, this girl, almost a woman, made of magic and, imperceptible to his pre-teen self, casual enthusiasm about sex. Constance looks up suddenly and smiles wickedly at Jack. "Jackie, Jonathan said it was your birthday last week?"
"Me name's not Jackie," Jack mutters darkly. Jonathan and him will always be at each others throats over Constance and he resents Jonathan's age, so much closer to Constance's.
"Well, Jackie" Constance teases in her long drawn out London accent, "I got you a present." She says, with her wicked, animal smile, drawing something from behind the barrels in one long, languid motion. She tosses it to him and he catches it with both hands.
"A blood orange!" He enthuses, grinning his gap-toothed smile up at Constance. She smiles back.
"Knock yourself out, Jackie." She looks up at the moon low in the sky. She sighs and for a moment she looks tired and sad.
"Moon's setting. You better head in." She climbs down from the barrels with her typical grace and tousles Jack's hair before pushing him gently in the direction of the door to the lower decks. "See you in the morning, Jackie."
Jack wants to resist her and stay up all night with Constance, but he's tired and tomorrow will be busy. He stops in the door to look back at Constance checking the rigging knots. She looks like a ghost, in her white shirt and ash blonde hair, barefoot and alone.

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