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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[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?’

[i-lovejs.livejournal.com]

Hhmmm. Interesting.
I read a lot fanfics about the aftermath but no one ever thought about his damaged hands or the danger of his head wound.
Thanks!

[tresa-cho.livejournal.com]

Aww ouch. :C Poor Bobby.