Monday: Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

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Hey guys! This is havenward sliding in to cover for today. (Sorry, this week's host! Hope to hear from you tomorrow!)

They say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, but is that always true? Today's theme is about people being apart, or having to part ways for whatever reason. On the heart heavy side, maybe someone died. Maybe someone's trying to find who they are, or trying to get back to the ones they care about most. Maybe it's about love lost, or a reincarnation cycle that's skipped a beat. There's a lot of ways to do it, so let's see what you've got!


Just please remember to follow the usual rules.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers your prompt, you can prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompt for up to 1 week from the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in the fic, please warn in bold and leave up to 3 spaces.

For the love of your code monkeys, please format your prompts. For example:

Firefly, Inara, the Guildhouse is solid and unmoving (and nothing close to Serenity)

Burn Notice/Leverage, Michael/Eliot, "Been a while." "Yeah, not since that thing in Venezuela with the running. And the guns."

And do remember to thank your fic provider!


Not interested in today's theme, or can't find something to get the muses going? Check out our Lonely Prompts.

Happy prompting!

theme=BeingApart

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[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

"I have been, and always have been, your friend," he said, and was sad that the other man did not recognize the words, though of course there was no reason that he should. "It would work better if I just show you how I came to be here, and why I say that we are friends."

He placed his fingers on the touch-telepathy points and waited for permission to perform a mind meld on the human. When Jim nodded, he slipped easily into the well-known landscape of his mind, but was surprised by the differences he found. He paid attention to the task at hand, explaining his relationship with Nero. Despite his best efforts, he let some of his emotions spill over, and the young man's face was open and shaken as he had not been when they began their conversation.

"My apologies," he said quickly, "I did not intend to overwhelm you."

"It's not your fault," he answered, still breathing quickly, “I never realized that I – well, the other me – was this important to anyone. Usually they just want me out of the way as quickly as possible.” He grinned, but Spock could tell that these words were born of real feelings.

“I have always enjoyed your companionship. And I can tell that your Doctor McCoy cares deeply for you. He did in my version of events and clearly he does in yours as well.” They both lapsed into silence, thinking of their own lives. Spock felt the familiar ache of never seeing his best friend again. As similar as he might be, this was not his Jim Kirk, and seeing him would only remind him of something he would never have.

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