comment_fic | Wednesday: What if God Was One of Us

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havenward and I'll be handling hosting duties for today. And today? We're going to play among the gods.

Have you got a fandom whose characters are gods? (This is a shout out to the old school Hercules: The Legendary Series!) Or maybe the gods crash the party and play havoc with the lives of your favorite people. Perhaps someone has secretly been a god all along, or is a reincarnation of a god. The possibilities are endless!

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Burn Notice, Michael Westen, you expect me to believe you're a god of war?

American Gods/Supernatural, Shadow/Sam/Dean/John, belief is the most powerful magic (the most powerful drug)

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SPOILERS FOR CHILDREN OF EARTH

It was on the fourth moon of a planet whose name he couldn't pronounce, that Jack knew he'd lost his mind. In between a jet-pack repair shop and a tentacle piercing place was what looked like a Starbucks.

Upon closer inspection, Jack realized that it wasn't a Starbucks at all. The design out front, as well the general colour scheme were very similar to the Seattle-based chain, but the sign said Jones Coffee.

Despite (or possibly because of) the fact that this revelation sent a shiver down his spine, Jack felt like he had to investigate. He hadn't had a decent cup of coffee, or really any cup of coffee in months. Not since the 456.

So, steeling himself against the pain of all his years, Jack walked into the coffee house, and nearly walked right back out again.

Instead, he stood as still as a statue, a few feet from the door, because working the espresso machine, wearing a three piece suit, was Ianto Jones. Jack was staring in shock when Ianto looked up at him, right before handing a caffeinated concoction off to a grateful customer. Ianto spoke to someone else behind the counter, and she took his place making drinks while Ianto came out into the dining area, and walked towards Jack.

"Hey," Ianto said, quietly. "Let's get out of the doorway, alright?" he asked, as he pulled Jack towards a booth in the back corner of the restaurant.

"You're-" Jack cut himself off, not knowing what to say. "Am I- have I finally stayed dead? But that can't be possible, because I don't remember dying. You-Are you Ianto?"

"You're not dead," Ianto said, taking a sip out of the coffee cup that came from nowhere. "And yes, it's me."

"But you're dead," Jack said, confused and hurt. He sipped on his coffee, just the way Ianto always used to make it, and somewhere in the back of his mind wondered where he got it from.

"I was," Ianto, replied, a sad look on his face.

"But-then how?"

"The guy in charge likes my coffee." Ianto took another sip, looking into his cup.

"What?"

"God, or Zeus, or whatever you want to call him. Or her. The flying spaghetti monster. The great author of the Universe, he like my coffee. Gave me a job." Ianto took the lid off his coffee cup, and stirred around with a stirring straw that came out of thin air.

"Gave you a job? Like what, you're the God of Coffee?" Jack asked, incredulous.

"Yeah. Apparently all the Higher Beings thought that depriving the Universe of my coffee was a crime against existence. So when I died, they offered me the job, and here I am." Ianto stopped stirring, and the stirring straw simply disappeared as he re-fastened the lid.

"So what, you travel the galaxies getting everyone addicted to caffeine?"

"No," Ianto replied, looking Jack dead in the eyes. "This is a special circumstance. I noticed that you'd stopped drinking coffee."

"You did."

"My superiors gave me permission to see you. I wanted to let you know that every time you drink a cup of coffee? I'll be there. Every time you walk by a coffee shop, every time you smell coffee beans in the grocery store, and every time you pick up a souvenir mug, I'll be there, in your heart. Because although you have your own destiny to follow, I'll be with you every step of the way. Don't forget it." Ianto stared at Jack with a sad smile on his face, and Jack heard someone knocking on the door of the restaurant.

The knocking got louder, and Jack jerked awake, realizing that he was still in his hotel room, and the housekeeper was knocking on the door.

"I'll clean it myself!" he yelled, half-heartedly. He pondered for a second the significance of the dream, then went back to sleep.