Giovedì - Stranger in a Strange Land
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shiny_glor_chan back again for my last day of guest hosting this week! Hope you guys enjoyed the themes! Today's theme is 'Stranger in a Strange Land.' Sometimes characters end up places they just don't belong. Like traversing the multiverse, ending up elsewhere by way of crossover, crash landing on a strange planet, dying and finding out that they didn't end up where they though they would, and the list goes on. Take the theme as you will. <3Please remember the rules. No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom. Come on back and prompt more once yours have been answered. No spoilers in the prompts, and if your story has spoilers, please warn and leave at least three spaces before starting the story.
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DCU/Marvel, Pre-Crisis Jason Todd, Lian Harper, Young Avengers, "This isn't my home."
DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, Jason comes back to his own Earth late after being abandoned during his trip around the multiverse and find that he's the stranger on his own Earth now
DCU, Owen Mercer/Kara Zor-El, he comes out of hiding during Blackest Night to find everyone thinks he's evil and dead, and he hates how Kara looks at him like a stranger now...
If nothing ends up being your thing today, there's always lots of Lonely Prompts that could use some loving. <3
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Date: 2010-04-29 05:02 pm (UTC)Jason stared out over Gotham, trying to figure out what the hell had happened while he'd been gone. He'd been one hundred percent certain that he'd finally found his way home after the others up and left him behind. After being gone so long he'd expected changes but this wasn't what he'd been expecting. The papers he'd checked were full of strange heroes and horrible events.
His life had apparently been taken over by some crazy-ass duplicate from another world. Bruce seemed to be dead. Dick of all people was pretending to be Batman. The demon-spawn was Robin, which was damned near the capper of all the weirdness. Hell, even Superman appeared to have gone off somewhere for some God-forsaken reason.
"Just what the fuck," Jason murmured.
Even the familiar buildings had changed during his time away. The little hideouts he'd had in various places around the city were shifted or gone, probably taken by his double though there was no way to be sure about that. He'd have to track that fucker down and deal with him but first he needed to get his bearings.
"Didn't expect to see you here," a very familiar voice growled behind Jason.
"Hey, kiddo," Jason said without turning. "So what's my double been up to to make you growl at me that way?"
"…What?"
Jason turned. It was damned near impossible to contain the smirk that wanted to erupt. Even with a (weird for him) black cowl hiding his face, Timmy's surprise showed. Rather than risk getting beaten up when all he wanted was some information, Jason kept his moves small and quiet. Timmy looked way too on edge and way better at fighting. Whatever he'd been up to had done him some serious good.
"The others grabbed some other Jason and brought him back instead of me," Jason explained with a casual shrug that held too much tension in his shoulders. Timmy saw it and narrowed his eyes. "Been trying to get home ever since. It was a lot harder without Donna along."
"You seriously expect me to believe that?" Timmy asked.
"Believe what you want, kiddo," Jason said. "Want to fill me in on what happened since I left other than the real world version of Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies?"
Timmy snorted and smirked. It was a rueful smirk that came with a little nod that acknowledged the truth of Jason's words. He sighed, looking out over the city for a long moment. He'd grown into one hell of a man while Jason was gone. The creepy little stalker-boy had turned into something a hell of a lot more interesting and possibly much more dangerous. Which was good. Jason liked dangerous. He always had.
"It'll take a while," Timmy said eventually.
"Think Alfred would let me in the mansion?" Jason asked. "Haven't exactly had the best food lately. I've missed his cookies. They aren't the same in other worlds. I think that'll be the real proof that I'm home: Alfred's cookies will taste right."
"You complained that he'd changed something after you got back," Timmy whispered. His cowl shifted around the eyes as if they'd just gone wide as saucers.
"That's not me," Jason said. "I'm not the best person in the world but I'm not like that crazy fuck."
"I'll let him know you're coming," Timmy whispered.
He stepped close and reached up to run his fingers into Jason's hair. Everything in his body tensed as he found the long scar that marked the blow that had ended Jason's life. A moment later all the tension left him and Jason had an armful of Timmy clinging to him.
"It is you," Timmy whispered. "I thought…"
"Yeah, it's me, kiddo," Jason murmured. "I'm back for good."
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Date: 2010-04-29 01:29 pm (UTC)Knowing | G | 1/1
Date: 2010-04-29 04:28 pm (UTC)So, they did what they knew. They went home.
Only to find a young woman living there with her children. Thankfully, when the woman heard the name Winchester, she invited them in. She picked up some tiny plastic thing and made a phone call.
"I have some people here you might want to speak to. They say their names are John and Mary and they look straight out of the 1970s."
Hours later, the familiar rumble of the Impala drove up to the house.
Mary stared at the two young men lopping up the walk. She could see herself and John in their faces. She could see her father in the way they were alert and watching, hands free, weight on the balls of their feet.
When they came in, she saw the pain in their faces. The way the taller one stared at John -- grief, regret, seeking absolution, asking for so much from a man her husband had never met. The way the shorter one smiled at her, the beautiful but wet eyes, taking her in, shining with love, ugly with knowledge.
She saw, and knew, that whatever she had done, she had not succeeded in protecting her family.
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Date: 2010-04-29 02:26 pm (UTC)It's been three months. Three months of pretending that they can live normal lives, of pretending that they want to live normal lives. Three months of faking resumes and sleeping on the floor of their rented apartment because every time they go to a furniture store they're both paralyzed with indecision. Three months of refreshing every meteorology site, reading every newspaper, and searching for anything to break up the monochrome of normal.
They hit the road again. In the next state over there's a kidnapped girl they think they can track.
They're wrong, and it ends up on the evening news. Dean can't bring himself to watch it, turns the tv off and goes back to cleaning the gun that's too cold, too lifeless, in his hands.
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"Look at this," Sam says and tries to keep the excitement out of his voice.
It's a scrappy piece of paper he hold out to his brother, soft and creased from being folded over and over in tense anticipation as Sam jogged home from the library. But even though the paper is crumpled, the words are clear and the most beautiful things Sam has ever read. Body found. Heart missing. It might be nothing, it might be salvation. Dean's face, too, lights up when he reads it, a spark in his eyes that hasn't been there for months.
They drive all night, and the unfamiliar little town they reach in the morning is more like home than any apartment ever could be. The body in the morgue looks like an old friend, interviewing witnesses feels like a highschool reunion. There's something in the back of Sam's mind that says this probably isn't healthy, but when they chase the werewolf out through a parking lot and into the night, when the blood pumps hot and frantic through his body and his brain is soaked in adrenaline, he doesn't care.
Sam meets Dean's eyes over the body of the creature and it's like coming back to life. They both smile and laugh when they head back to the car. And they're both in such high spirits that they don't look back in time to see the body of the werewolf shimmer and vanish.
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"They bought it," Gabriel says and doesn't bother to hide the smugness in his voice.
Casiel still isn't entirely sure that this deception is the best thing for Sam and Dean, but the smiles on their faces as they pile into their car erase most of his doubts. It's like Dean told him, when he'd held Castiel through the tremors of alcohol withdrawal, rough hands tracing soothing patterns along his spine: you can't stop shit all at once, you need to ease off it gradually. The Winchesters have been hunting dark creatures all their lives, to stop so suddenly only intensifies the sense of what they have lost. (Even if what they think they have lost isn't entirely gone. The rules of Divine Witness Protection are strict - contact with humans isn't really allowed - but maybe one day...) One day Sam and Dean will learn to settle down, to live their lives in the light.
For now, they have Castiel and his brother.
Maybe next time Gabriel will let him be the monster instead of the victim. He rather thinks he'd like to try slamming Dean up against a wall.
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Date: 2010-04-30 12:18 am (UTC)Gabriel slouched in a chair set near the bed, watching over Sam and making shapes out of string licorice. Sam’s face was sunken and pale from exhaustion and pain from his injuries. His hips and rib bones were prominent under his far to pale skin. The plan and final battle to corral Lucifer back in his cage had taken a hard toll on both Winchesters. Just as Gabriel was doing, Castiel guarded over Dean, both angels taking the men to someplace where they could relax and heal.
Gabriel had chosen this tiny island with its blue waters, blue sky and constant sunlight. The resort was small, luxurious and guarded the privacy of its guests zealously. Gabriel also loved how the cabanas were spaced far apart from each other, with the bedrooms opening to the ocean. He planned on fattening Sam up and watching his skin bronze in the warm sun.
The sun was starting to set when Sam opened his eyes.
“Hey, Sammy.” Gabriel said softly, coming over to sit on the side of the bed. Sam blinked sleepily at him then at the tropical drink with a bright orange umbrella in it Gabriel handed him. He yawned, sitting up and sipping absently at the fruit juice.
“Where are we?”
“Vacation.” Gabriel flopped back on the bed, one hand stroking over Sam’s back, watching for Sam’s reactions.
Sam looked out over the ocean then around his surroundings. “Vacation? Where’s Dean?”
Gabriel shrugged, slurping at his own drink, one hand still caressing Sam. “Vacation as well. Somewhere out there.” He waved the hand holding the drink at the ocean. “Don’t worry. Castiel chose the place so I’m sure it’s nice and tasteful.”
Sam blinked at him again, eyes still filled with sleep. “Why?”
Gabriel sighed, rolling his eyes at Sam. “End of the Apocalypse. Death of the Four Horsemen. Caging Lucifer back in Hell. Any of these warrant a vacation. Besides, everything supernatural has gone quiet. Figured you two needed to unwind and what better place than this.”
“Oh.” Sam looked out over the ocean, quiet for a long time.
Gabriel watched him until Sam turned to smile at him, bright and happy for the first time in a long time. He laid back down in the bed, pulling Gabriel down with him. Gabriel snapped their drinks away and curled around Sam as they watched the sun set.
“It’s beautiful, Gabriel. Thank you.”
Sam’s voice was sleeping, his body relaxing into Gabriel’s. Gabriel brushed his lips against Sam’s forehead as they laid there.
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Date: 2010-04-30 01:03 am (UTC)Paradise
"What the fuck! Where the hell am I.....aww hell no."
Gabriel awakes to Paradise. Literally. There's an angel, some mindless drone who Gabriel's never met, hovering over him.
Heaven? Seriously? He leaves the palce, he becomes a Norse god, he blasphemes and sins in every way he can think of. So of course he's in Heaven.
Well, it's not what he had in mind when he set up this whole "escape death and make Lucifer think he's dead" scheme, but he can feel the pulse of Lucifer's sword in his hands and knows that at least one thing is working out.
That's right, Lucifer's sword. Bastard had been so busy feeling guilty that he hadn't noticed Gabriel snagging his sword on his way out. No one ever seemed to remember that Gabriel was the fastest of all angels, right up until they were trying to hit him.
Now Gabriel has two swords and Lucifer has a fake and a lot of guilt, and all is right in the world. Except that he is in freaking Heaven. And he needs to get back to Earth and retrieve his spare vessel.
And he can hear all of his brothers if he lets himself think about it, he can feel his family and part of him wants to stay here, where he is supposed to belong. But the world is calling him.
Gabriel flies down to Earth, and if he listens to the songs of angels on his way down, it's only for a millionth of a second. He is fast.
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