Important Dates! Mark your calendars!

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Hello! It's my last time here and I hope you had fun, while I hosted around here :)

For my last theme I chose Important Dates. Wedding anniversery? Someone's birthday? 10 years from the war? Or Friday 13th? Calendars are important, make your characters pay attention to them! :)

Remember you are free to post up to 5 prompts at a time and not more than 3 per one fandom. You can add more once your prompts had been answered! Also remember to use the ‘fandom, characters, prompt’ format.

Have fun!

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Do you know how long it's been since anyone called me by this name?

X-Files, author's choice/author's choice, 2012

Leverage, author's choice/Parker, Parker's birthday

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[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Do you know how long it's been since anyone called me by this name?

No fic yet, but give it a couple of hours...

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

I've had a post-it with almost this exact quote stuck to my desk for about two weeks. XD

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

X-Files, author's choice/author's choice, 2012

[andrea-deer.livejournal.com]

Leverage, author's choice/Parker, Parker's birthday

[lovesrogue36.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie, he can never keep all their 'anniversaries' straight

[phate-phoenix.livejournal.com]

Supernatural; Dean/Fallen!Cas, (Sam?); Celebrating the one-year anniversary of the End of the Apocalypse, and the day Cas Fell.

unabashed schmoop

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

The scar on his stomach says it. The knives of the demon king and the angel prince, tearing into him in tandem. The very last flaring out of his grace, the one pure divine belief in the life and light of the earth that had burned through the heart of Heaven and earned humanity a new lease on life-- all of that is now simply a line of raised, red flesh.

Dean kisses it reverently. "Hard to believe it's been a whole year, huh?" He's smiling against the scar, unable to contain his delight. He got everything he wanted, after all: His brother back, his world spinning on, and best of all his companion there with him, human and real, until death claims them both to peace.

Castiel ruffles his fingers through Dean's hair. Unlike Dean, he has lost something. But if he is sad, he never shows it; every moment that would have been tedious to him as an angel is precious now, and he feels the feathering touch of Dean's lips against his stomach in a way he'd never felt before. "It feels like a thousand years ago," he says. "It feels like it never happened. Like I've always been right here."

Dean crawls up his body to kiss his mouth. "That's where you're staying from now on."

"For a whole year?" Castiel's learned to smile, and when he does, Dean feels it in his whole body.

"For a thousand."

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Dean/Castiel, pick a birthday, any birthday

[lexhibition.livejournal.com]

It isn't easy to pick the right one. Castiel can hear Dean's words echoing in the cold void of time. We didn't really have birthdays, when I was a kid, he'd said. His voice had been gruff, but there was something in his gaze, Castiel noticed, as he looked across the crowded restaurant, away from his half eaten hamburger and past the forms of sexually attractive women, to where a small child was beaming down at a brightly wrapped box. My dad wasn't real big on candles and balloons.

The words are a comfort as he flies, ignoring the tear of the wind against his wings and the way ice clings to his extremities. This is becoming harder each time he attempts it.

No matter. He has a task to concentrate on: a decision to make. Which date? So many, each with different possibilities. Which to chose?

Dean's twenty third birthday is not right. He is too old: already lines are beginning to etch around the corners of his eyes. He hardly notices Castiel, anyway, too drunk, too full of sadness for the empty barstool beside him and the brother who should be there.

Dean's sixth birthday is far too young. Castiel barely has time to approach the boy before an angry voice rings across the playground: "Hey, you get away from him!" He doesn't get a chance to speak before Dean is being swept up into his father's protective arms.

Dean's fifteenth birthday is similarly disastrous. Castiel taps on the window of the car, hoping to attract his attention, and is puzzled by the muffled curses that come from within. "I swear, officer, we're both eighteen!" Dean says when he winds down the window and peers out at Castiel with ruffled hair but confident grin. There is a fake id in his wallet and a blushing girl in the passenger seat next to him. Before leaving, Castiel tells him gravely to have a good time.

At Dean's second birthday, he finds himself unnecessary.

When Castiel takes flight again, he feels the protest in his vessel's tired form. His grace flickers, just a little, and for a moment his wings fail and he knows true fear at the sensation of falling unsupported through time itself. When he rights himself, he is standing outside a motel room, and though he has to take a moment to catch his breath, steady himself, he knows that this time he has it right.

It is Dean twelfth birthday. Castiel knocks on the door, having decided that this will be less alarming for the children than the sudden apparition of a strange man into their quarters. It's the right decision: the door opens only a crack at first, still chained.

"What do you want?" Dean asks, his voice filled with all the suspicion and mistrust of a boy who expects only the worst.

"I'm a friend of your father, John Winchester," Castiel explains. His race flickers again, at the lie, and he knows the flight home will be a little harder, a little colder. He can't bring himself to care. "It's your birthday. He asked me to bring you this."

Castiel holds out the brown paper bag he has carried with him through space and time. The door opens a fraction wider, and now a freckled face is visible, its expression a war between curiosity and mistrust.

"I'm not supposed to let any one in," Dean says, and his head turns for a moment, a reflex action bred from years of watching out for his young brother. "Just...put it down and go."

Castiel does as he is told.

Time is fluid, ever changing. As he flies back through the void, searching out the warmth of the restaurant he has seemingly never left, Castiel distracts himself from the cold and the pain by listening to the fresh echos which swirl around him in Dean's familiar tones, lighter now. Don't look at me like that. He did what he could, you know, sent us presents sometimes. I got a whoopee cushion once. Remember that, Sam?. Although Castiel's wings ache with effort, the dark around him feels lighter. Yeah, you remember. Good times.

[mad-maeglin.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any, Don't know when your birthday is, but this is the day we named you.

No fic but...

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

OMG great minds think alike. :)

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten/anyone, one year from today I'll be standing here and we'll meet for the first time

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Hiro, back in time to the first eclipse

[daria234.livejournal.com]

So it's bad to play too fast and loose with time, Hiro knows.

He sort of knows.

So he plans to jump around as fast as he can, say what he needs to say, and leave. No sticking around to answer questions, to wonder at how innocent they all used to look.

Necessary business only.

He goes to Peter first. He thwaps Peter on the head, sending his bangs flapping.

"What the heck-" Peter growls.

"Whatever you're planning to do, don't!" Hiro yells, "And that goes for the next five years!"

Hiro transports over to Bennet then.

"Hiro Nakamura." Noah's voice is measured as he slowly moves his hand toward his taser.

Hiro said, "You're a good guy. Get over it. Morally gray blah blah blah, just admit you're a hero and get on with it."

He popped over to Flying Man next. Nathan looked startled, but Hiro grabbed him by the shoulders and gave him a deep tongue kiss. When he's done, Hiro says, simply and sadly, "Because I won't be able to in the future."

Nathan looks angry and confused but then gives a smooth grin and says, "I have always supported gay rights and if you vote for me-"

"I had forgotten what a dick you were back then," Hiro mutters and jumps to Adam.

He says, "You won't understand why I'm doing these two things for several years, but I won't be able to do this in the future." He then kisses Adam deeply, and unlike Nathan, Adam returns the kiss. When it's done, Hiro smiles dreamily, then remembers the other thing, and punches Adam in the nose.

"I am sorry Kensei, I know you are confused, but in the future you will meet me and we will become friends and you will deserve both those things."

"In my past, carp. In the future, you will go to my past," Adam reminds him, rolling his eyes as he rubs his sore face.

Embarrassed, Hiro quickly teleports away.

"Ando! That looks like me!" pastHiro says as futureHiro pops in front of them.

"I am from the future," Hiro says, lowering his voice and doing his best to sound impressive.

"I knew it! I can affect space and time!" pastHiro squeals.

"Have you come to warn us about the future?" Ando asks.

"No," futureHiro answers, "I've just always wanted to try this." And he brought both of them into a sloppy three-way kiss, which soon turned into a three-way dash for the nearest bedroom.

When it was done, futureHiro immediately teleported back to his own time.

"Whoa!" Hiro says when he leaves, "Future-me is a badass!"

"And better in bed," Ando mumbles.

When Hiro responds by shoving a pillow at Ando's face, Ando catches his hand and smiles. "Come on, Hiro, if you're going to be that good in the future, we had better get you plenty of practice."

Ando pounces on Hiro then, and as they laugh, Hiro says, "I'm glad I have a friend who understands the true lessons of time travel."

[winslow-arizona.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Kate & Will & Helen, this is the day we set aside to remember who we've lost.

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, That red X? That's when I stop waiting.

DCU, Marking time.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Barbara leant back on the couch, watching Dick, her laptop balanced on her knee. Dick was sitting cross-legged on the floor, pouring intently over the printouts. She was worried about him – the cowl of the Bat sat too heavily on him. He use to laugh, he use to smile but now...

Dick reached from the thick red marker, crossing out a day on the calendar.

“Should I ask?” She prompted gently.

Dick took a long breath, still not looking up. “That’s the day I stop waiting. If Tim hasn’t found any proof by then...” he let the sentence hang.

“He needs to follow his instincts Dick.” She tried, copping the full force of a bat-glare, not that it had ever had much effect on her.

“He needs to accept the truth. Bruce is dead. We’re on our own. He has till then. If he can’t prove otherwise I’m dragging him home for good.”

Babs eyed her lover come brother come leader with equal parts worry and distain and hoped like hell Tim was right. If Dick remained Batman too much longer, there may be nothing of him left to love.

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Loveless, Seimei/Ritsuka, Tomorrow he dies

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Ouran High School Host Club, All, "What do you mean, her birthday was last week?! Why didn't you say anything!"

Uh, Haruhi was only mentioned in this...

[yoruichiyoshi12.livejournal.com]

The moment Kyoya walked into the third music room, Hikaru and Kaoru fell into step with him, one on each side. "Its odd for the two of you to approach me like this. Is something wrong?" He asked, nose in his notebook as he continued to walk towards his usual table.

"Milord is having a psychotic episode," chorused the twins.

Sighing, the Host Club's second in command closed his account book with a snap. "What exactly is Tamaki doing?"

Hikaru and Kaoru exchanged glances.

"He just keeps"

"Repeating the same thing"

Kyoya raised a slim eyebrow, a silent order for the pair to continue.

"Disaster!" The twins shrugged and whisked off to the other side of the room. "He's your problem now."

Like Tamaki wasn't always Kyoya's problem. It was the price of being the eccentric blond's best friend. Pushing up his glasses, Kyoya scanned the room until the spotted a head of golden hair wallowing in a corner and went to join him.

"The twins have informed me that you may need therapy. Is something wrong?"

"Disaster!" Lightning quick, Tamaki stood up and grabbed Kyoya around the shoulders. "I'm such a horrible father!"

Kyoya smiled softly, "Whatever you did, mom will make it better."

"I wanted to throw Haruhi a birthday party, but she said it already passed!"

"Yes, it was last monday."

"Last week? Why didn't you tell me?!"

Kyoya shrugged. "I thought you know. Everyone else did."

Tamaki gasped, horror struck. "What?"

"I sent her a recipe book, specially designed," Kyoya pushed up his glasses and they gave a mysterious glint.

"We got her some cellphone covers, one for every day of the week...she wouldn't accept the other three hundred and fifty-seven we tried to give her," pipped the twins before skipping off again.

Hunny slipped off of Mori's shoulders and took holed of his tall cousin's hand. "We got her a cute stuffed puppy!"

Tamaki went back to his corner and resumed sulking.

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Chronicles Of Narnia, Eustace/Rilian/Jill, They pretend it's a happy time, but every anniversary grows more tense as they worry Aslan will tell them it's time to leave...

[immortal-jedi.livejournal.com]

Supernatural Winchesters, any, November 2

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Any, Angels go by a vastly different calendar system.

[effingeden.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Jareth/Toby, It's only thirteen hours until he can reclaim Toby

Fill

[tinamachina.livejournal.com]

He only has to wait thirteen hours…not long at all.

One hour later, Toby is running around on his own two feet, with his sister chasing after him.

Two hours later, Toby is babbling a song that no one in his family can recognize, except his sister.

Three hours later, Toby falls off his bike for the very first time.

Four hours later, the edges of his notebooks are filled with more doodles of Goblins than actual school notes.

Five hours later, Toby puts on a juggling show for his family. They are delighted. His sister looks worried.

Six hours later, his parents are in the principal’s office after their son gets into a fight with three bullies…and wins. His sister looks terrified.

Seven hours later, his father gives him “the talk.” Toby convinces him truthfully that he is not interested in girls right now.

Eight hours later, the police come to the house, inquiring about three missing boys who had “gotten into a scrap” with Toby a while back. Toby shrugs, and asks them why they don’t do anything about the trio of wild pigs roaming the neighborhood. The police miss the connection and politely go on their way.

Nine hours later, Toby is paying less attention to his sister’s wedding than the white owl perched in the rafters. He smiles.

Ten hours later, he has fully moved into his sister’s room, and plasters the walls with drawings of all sorts of monsters, and That Face, the man with the hair and the tight pants that has haunted his dreams since childhood.

Eleven hours later, Toby wakes up alone in his bed with only the faintest memory of delicate skin under his fingers, and thin lips against his, and a whispered proposal in his ear…

Twelve hours later, his guidance counselor is cheerfully suggesting schools for an exciting career as a graphic designer, and Toby’s heart is breaking.

At the thirteenth hour, Jareth flies in through the window, all wild hair and midnight black leather. And Toby is waiting for him, hand outstretched, waiting to be taken back home.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Any, Through an anomaly they land on an important date in Human History.

[fae-calumnae.livejournal.com]

The anomaly had the inconvenience to appear in a park just outside of London, near Shoreditch. Luckily they caught it before anything came through, but it was very public.

Fifteen minutes after the alert, the team passed through the makeshift barrier the troops had put up and into the park.

"Anything come through yet?" Danny asked, as Connor began setting up the equipment to close the anomaly.

"Just a dog, sir," said the soldier.

"A dog?" Danny said, nonplussed.

"You mean a doglike mammal, maybe from the eocene?" Connor interjected.

"No, I mean a dog," the soldier said, looking at them as if they had grown extra heads which were all saying nonsense. "Kind of looks like a bulldog or something. It's over there." He gestured to an area with a low fence.

The 'dog' sat against the wall. it eyed them warily as they approached. Abby crouched down near it, looking it over. It did look like a bulldog. He smelled Abby's hand intently, and then licked it.

"Well Abby?" Danny asked.

"It's definitely a bulldog, but judging by how mangy it looks, and it's teeth, it can't be be from modern times." she concluded.

"So this is another anomaly that opens up to human history." said Connor.

"I'd say so," said Abby. "Guys, I think this is one of the first bulldogs. Hah, dog breeders would give an arm and a leg for this fellow," she said as she scratched under his chin.

"What date does that put us at?"

"sixteenth or seventeenth century, yeah?" said Connor. Abby nodded.

“Connor, call Sarah. I don’t think it could hurt to look around a little through the anomaly.”



When Sarah showed up, she was wearing a skirt with an underbust corset, a collared vest, and a full white shirt. Her hair was put up into a bun on her head.

“You look fancy,” said Becker, with a grin.

“I look like I belong in the 16th century,” she retorted. She looked over the other members of the team.

“Sorry Abby, but your hair will get you arrested. Connor, you might work, except for that band t-shirt. Try this one,” she said, throwing him a long sleeved black tunic. “Your pants are tight enough they’ll think they’re tights.” she turned to Danny, looked him up and down, and said. “Give Connor your boots.”

“What? Why?”

“Because his trainers are a dead giveaway, but your boots will work.”

“But why can’t I go?”

“Sorry Danny, but acid wash jeans and plaid are not remotely Elizabethan.”



When they came back through the anomaly three hours later, they were grinning from ear to ear, and couldn’t stop babbling.

“What do you guys think you’re playing at?” asked Danny crossly. “You were supposed to come back through two hours ago!”

“Sorry, we got distracted,” said Sarah breathlessly. “We went through, and we got into town, and there were these posters everywhere.” She reached into her pocket and withdrew a folded piece of paper. She handed it to Danny, who opened it. Becker and Abby looked on over his shoulder.

“No way,” Abby breathed.

“Seriously?” Danny asked, looking up from the playbill, which discussed the premiere show of William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

“It was a lot different the first time around,” said Connor, beaming.

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Any, The personal history has the most important dates.

[emily64cooper.livejournal.com]

"Where are we going this time, Doctor?"

The Doctor didn't answer, choosing to flick switches and fiddle with knobs instead.

"Doctor?" Rose questioned.

He dropped his hands to his sides and looked at her sincerely. "I'll take you anywhere and anywhen your heart desires, Rose Tyler."

She smiled, that shy little smile the Doctor loved so much, and thought. "Take me," she said, rounding the console to stand beside him, "to the most important when and where ever."

She whispered the last word, and the Doctor had to swallow a few times to rid himself of the effect of it. Once calmed, he thought for a moment. He smiled his signature smile, and flicked a few more switches. "I think that can be arranged."

The TARDIS landed rather softly, and Rose giddily raced to the doors. "Doctor," she said, re-entering, "I don't get it. We're in London. Modern London."

"Right you are, Rose Tyler." He took her arm and steered her out to the street. "You and me, we're in London, on good ole' planet Earth. I love this planet! All the green and the blue. Not every planet has the color blue, you know. Some don't have yellow even! And that's such a good color, yellow. Imagine that, a world without yellow. Your whole world would just go mad! They wouldn't know what to call the dandelions and the sunrises and sunsets. And I do like dandelions."

Rose giggled, amused, as always, by the Doctor's ramblings.

"Anyway, Planet Earth, London, England. March 4, 2005."

"You took me back to the day I met you?" Rose asked. "The first you, I mean? But this can't be the most important day, ever, can it, Doctor?"

"Sometimes Rose," the Doctor said. His voice dropped to whisper as he took her hands in his. "The personal history has the most important dates."

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Winchesters + Angels, The day They finally understood the boys were always going to say No.

No fic

[immortal-jedi.livejournal.com]

But this is turning wheels. I see what I can come up with.

[xeelia.livejournal.com]

Buffy, Spike and Dawn, November 5th

[melanth0.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, John always goes out and drinks himself unconscious on the anniversary. Dean stays in.

[melanth0.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Azazel & John, his dreams on that night are always filled with fire.

[melanth0.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Sam, I don't expect you to remember these things.

[bishojo-kitsune.livejournal.com]

Firefly, any/any, A day I can't forget

angsty short ;;^^

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Sometimes he wishes he could just forget. Sometimes he fantasizes how Serenity would have been if he had refused passengers at the Docks. Sometimes he wonders if his crew would still be whole if he and the doc had cooled their heads and stuck together on Beaumonde. Sometimes he wants to shoot the damn plastic dinosaurs still decorating the control counsel. Sometimes he can't sit in the pilot's chair.

Sometimes, on the rare occasion, on the bad days, Malcolm Reynolds lets these thoughts and what-ifs through his shields. One time, he even cries.