Giovedì - Stranger in a Strange Land
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Date: 2010-09-09 08:05 pm (UTC)"Do you really have to do this now?" If Jethro was any other man, the question would've sounded petulant. He was not just any other man though.
Here was Tim, standing on a sawhorse, fishing a strand of 14-3 Romex across the basement ceiling. Jethro was really trying to work on his boat and watching Tim reach up, dark green shirt riding up and showing off the pale skin of his stomach and blue jeans riding low on his hips, back pockets full of screwdrivers and wire-strippers and linemans, weighing them down. Distracting.
He jumped down off the sawhorse, not realizing that Jethro would have pulled him down after another moment. "Yeah, well, the amps aren't enough to run my systems upstairs and I had to run a new line where the electrical interference wouldn't screw with the signal coming from the fiber-optics line running-"
Jethro grabbed the back of Tim's neck, pulling him forward, Kissing him hard and deep. "What's the rule about the basement?"
Breathless. "Not to talk tech in here because you'd throw me over a sawhorse and fuck me until I forgot everything except your name."
"Well, than a simple yes or no would have worked. So, you really need to do this now?"
Tim grinned, eyes giving him a slow look-over. "No. Maybe I could talk you into ride instead, Marine?"
Another kiss, slower but no less deep. "Since you're not doing anything Agent, I might let you talk me into it."
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Date: 2010-04-29 05:02 pm (UTC)Firefly, Crew, Earth-That-Is (Fringe crossover)
Date: 2010-04-29 06:58 pm (UTC)anyway, the fic is here:
http://trillianastra.livejournal.com/127349.html#cutid1
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Date: 2010-04-29 05:09 pm (UTC)Every Day Adventures, Ron/Hermione/Pansy
Date: 2010-04-30 01:29 am (UTC)completelybooked: Hello, Harry! How are you? How's life in Romania?
scarhead80: doin all right. service here is spotty dont worry if i get kicked off
scarhead80: how are your two puppies?
completelybooked: Oh Lord, if they heard you calling them that. Right now Pansy is trying to figure out how the oven works. Ron is staring at her and offering suggestions. I don't think he remembers how to turn it on.
scarhead80: oh yea, it's about dinner time there, yea?
completelybooked: Yes. Pansy and Ron wanted to surprise me because I've been working so hard the last few months.
scarhead80: how's their school going?
completelybooked: They hate it, obviously. When you've lived with magic your whole life going without is borderline traumatic.
completelybooked: I mean, they'll graduate soon and hopefully get jobs but right now I'm the only source of income.
scarhead80: do you need anything?
completelybooked: No, no, I'm just a bit tired is all. Pansy brings home a bit to help, and Ron has kept the house wonderfully.
scarhead80: i cant even picture that haha
completelybooked: Bollocks. Hang on. Pansy just lit the kitchen on fire.
scarhead80: what!?!?
scarhead80: hello?
scarhead80: hermione?
completelybooked: Okay. I'm back.
scarhead80: what was that? you all right?
completelybooked: Yes. Pansy just turned the oven too high and some dirt combusted. Just another little every day adventure in our house. :)
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Date: 2010-05-02 09:49 pm (UTC)It looks like a suburb. That's Sam's first thought when he wakes up.
Then he thinks, Oh. I'm dead. And he looks twenty-six again.
This doesn't look very...hell-like. At all. But there's no point in worrying about it, so he starts walking. It is night and the streets are empty, but there are lights on in the houses and streetlights overhead. He can see the stars.
It's pleasantly warm outside, and he can hear crickets chirping. There's the occasional glint of a firefly.
Sam walks, making random turns, reading generic-sounding street names off of conveniently labeled street signs. He walks until he turns a corner and sees a brightly lit building with a sign saying New Arrivals Here.
He goes in, and it's a clean white room with desks lining the walls, and lines of bemused people filling out forms and talking to cheery receptionists with fancy flat-screen computers.
He gets in line.
"Sam Winchester, right? Welcome to Hell." The lady behind the desk is named Jody, or so her nametag says. "Have a seat. You're a Class One, so I'm afraid the process is a little involved. Do you have your passport with you?"
"My what?" Sam blinks. He has no idea what the fuck is going on.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. You probably haven't even been though orientation yet, have you? When new souls arrive in Hell, it's supposed to flash before your eyes, but the system is down. Souls are classified depending on how sinful they are, and based on your class, your preferences, how many people in Hell you already know, whether you're an illegal immigrant from Heaven, you're given a lump sum of money and your choice of location for the next six months. Hell has a vast array of opportunities for everyone, and once you've worked off some of those sins, you can apply for better lodgings and punishments."
Sam gaped. "...but aren't we supposed to be tortured until we become demons?"
"Oh, that. We save the eternal torment for souls Class Twenty and under. No, it's really a lot like Earth. Now, then, let me pull up your file and we'll look over your tally. You have a score of -1, I'm afraid, for having sex with your brother's prom date's brother in the back of his car. With such a low score, you can apply for virtually any...oh."
"What is it?" Sam was still completely confused, but he'd decided to go with it.
"There's a note in your file, I'm supposed to send you straight to the Devil's Palace." Jody looked faintly perplexed. "Um, wait here please."
"Sam! Long time no see." Gabriel was suddenly there, beside Jody, who jumped. "So you finally kicked the bucket."
"Yeah, after turning ninety three, that tends to happen." Sam said. "Why are you here?"
"I ot sent here when I died." Gabrie ladmited.
"Wait...did you do this?"
"Got it in one. Hell was all fire and brimstone. Boring! The punishments weren't even ironic. I mean ,come on. Lucifer wasted so much potential, y'know? So I figured, hey, Trickster! Let's have fun!"
"So you turned it into a bureaucracy."
"Basically. There's this part, which is pretty much like Earth, there's TV land, Candyland," Sam snickered and Gabriel glared, "Casa Erotica, and tons of other stuff. You name, we got it. There's a even a virtual memory center, if you feel like reliving your past."
"Gabriel," Sam exhaled, looking around with a fresh eye, "You're kind of awesome."
"Hells yeah, I am." Gabriel grinned. "Did I mention your parents and Dean are already here?"
"I thought they were in Heaven!"
"They immigrated. You would not believe how many souls can't get the hang of being alone for the rest of their lives, stuck in the same place. Hell is so much more fun."
"So where are they?"
"They're around. Come on, I'll take you to them." Gabriel came around the desk and slung an arm awkwardly over Sam's shoulder. "Jody, take care of the paperwork, will you?"
"S-sure." Jody stuttered. "Where am I transferring him?"
"Lawrence, Kansas." Gabriel said and then he snapped, and took Sam home.
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Date: 2010-04-29 07:15 pm (UTC)I might try writing this one if I have time, but...
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Date: 2010-04-30 02:07 pm (UTC)Gabriel sits bolt upright, gasping, eyes wide. It had hurt, sweet Father but it had hurt, like nothing he'd ever known, the sword ripping into his true self, destroying the coherence of his energies, spilling him out in great fiery arcs across that filthy motel floor, but now –
Now there's just a phantom echo of pain, fading even as he breathes.
Why is he breathing?
He's nearly naked and in bed, a nice big one. The wine colored sheets are rumpled and very soft under his hands, and tossed in the way that happens when two people sleep there. Gabriel blinks and shakes his head, and looks around.
The room is one he's never seen before – or has he? On the smallish side, the walls off-white with warm greens and golds, nightstands here, a chair over there with clothes thrown over it. The whole thing is alarmingly comfortable, and – Gabriel takes another slower, deeper breath. The air smells like sex, human sex, and – pancakes?
"Hey, lazyass! Breakfast! Last call!"
He's moved almost before he's realized, but it's exhausting and he doesn't know why. Gabriel hangs onto the doorframe and stares into the kitchen, at the jeans-covered ass and bare back of a really tall guy who's sliding pancakes onto a plate and turning to set them on the table. "Well, finally," Sam says, his expression exasperated and fond. "I know you can seriously sleep, but it's not like you to miss a breakfast that involves syrup."
Gabriel blinks. "But this isn't like me at all," he says faintly, and sways.
"Whoa, hey!" Sam's in front of him, big hands on Gabriel's arms. He smells fantastic, like pancake batter and warm human and sex. "You okay?"
"I'm – through the looking glass, right? This can't be Heaven, because this never – and we, angels, we don't – "
Sam gets him onto a chair and hunkers down in front of him, hands on Gabriel's knees. "Gabriel? What? Talk to me, love."
Love?
Gabriel looks at him, into him, searching for the trick. But there's nothing here except Sam Winchester, human and himself, traced over with the familiar taste of claiming angelic energy. Very familiar, because somehow, impossibly, it's Gabriel's own. Gabriel swallows hard. "I died, Sam."
Sam nods. His eyes are warm. "You did. But you're here now, with me and Dean and Cas. Nightmare again?"
Nightmare? But he doesn't –
Then it doesn't matter what he doesn't, because Sam is pulling him off the chair and wrapping him up in long, strong arms, and fuck it all, Gabriel is keeping this. Whatever the hells this is, he's keeping it.
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