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Giovedì - Stranger in a Strange Land

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. <3

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DCU/Marvel, Pre-Crisis Jason Todd, Lian Harper, Young Avengers, "This isn't my home."

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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...

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*beams* Oh, this is awesome - just what I wanted! Thank you so much ♥

Glad you liked! Because they ARE together somewhere, I just know it. :D

"Is this what you want?"

That's all anyone asks him anymore, seems like. The cops, the nuns, the judge in her fancy chair---even Alfred.

Are the clothes, is the food, the room to your liking, Master Dick? If not, there are others...

They keep giving him choices, and there's only one he wants, the only one he can't pick.

The Bat's the only one who gets it. He doesn't ask what Dick wants, he already knows. He doesn't wait for someone else to decide, he makes the choice himself.

"Is there... anything you'd like, Dick?" Bruce Wayne asks. "I've never had--that is, I haven't lived with anyone but Alfred for a long time. I know birthday presents are supposed to be surprises, but--"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not picky." Dick shoves his hands into his pockets and stares out the high windows of Bruce's study at the back garden.

The trees are bare, and so is the ground. Bruce Wayne's gardeners come every day and the leaves never even get the chance to pile up.

"We could go somewhere, if you want. For a week or so?"

Haly's winter quarters are in Florida. His parents... it happened in June. It's November, now. It's winter.

"That's okay," Dick says. "I'd rather train."

"Dick."

He knows Bruce is behind him; thanks to the Bat he even knows where. He wishes the Bat was here, but it's just Bruce and his choices and the clean, bare ground outside.

Bruce steps closer until Dick can see his reflection in the window, just the outline of him. He says, "I didn't want this to become your life as well."

Dick wants to tell him it's not his choice, except it kind of is. He breathes in deep, lets it out and says, "It'd be good to have a full flying rig down there."

For a few really long seconds, he doesn't think Bruce is going to say anything. Then there's a sound like rushing air and Bruce says, "All right. It's almost six. Go tell Alfred I'll be fifteen minutes late for dinner."

Dick nods and without looking at Bruce, turns and wanders out of the room.

He never liked Florida much, anyway.

Welcome! :D

He lays in the narrow platform bed, her body too hot against him and ponders the impossibility of it all. He is the last. The *last* of his kind. His home is gone, has/will never exist(ed), the last link, all that's left buried under tones of rock, unreachable. He hides his face in the crook of his arm, a childs' gesture of denial.

"Doctor?" Her voice is still thick with sleep as she brushes a small warm hand across his cheek. The urge to push her roughly away when her fingers still over the damp trails down his cheek is so sharp and petty that he pulls her closer into his side to spite himself. "hey. It'll be okay. We'll get the TARDIS back somehow and we'll go home..." He opens his mouth to reassure her, to say something, *anything* and a ragged choking gasp rips through him, unstifled. And it's not a sob, nothing as undignified as crying in the dark for the last of the Time Lords... "Shhh, come here, yeh?" The scent of her skin surrounds him as she pulls his head down to the curve of her shoulder, fingers carding through his hair.

"I want to go home." He feels her prepare to speak and then stop, wrapping herself around him in the dark. She says nothing, there is nothing to be said. "i want to go *home*"

Even though he calls it his home, Earth is still alien to him.

The hodgepodge of people and cultures. The aggression and wars. The willful ignorance.

In a way, they were so much like apes. Far, far below him.

But then -- there were those who gave their lives for those they loved. There were those who struggled not for personal gain, but for others' freedom. There were those who sought knowledge and took off the blinders.

There were the ordinary people who were so much more than they thought they were, and whose brilliant light couldn't help but shine.

They seemed so far above him that he seemed like the stupid ape.

The dichotomy was foreign, even after all these years. Earth was alien to him.

And he never quite forgot that.

Gabriel slips his fingers between Castiel’s as he moves, and Castiel squeezes his hand. He lets his head fall back, resting on his brother’s shoulder, losing himself in the flood of Grace from the archangel.

Gabriel breathes hard against his neck. “Do you regret it?”

Castiel doesn’t want to speak of it. It isn’t why he came here. But he knows Gabriel is impossible to divert or distract once his mind is made up. “How can I-“

Gabriel reaches up, tilts Castiel’s head just so, and kisses him.

“Don’t lie to me, little brother. Don’t even try.”

Castiel turns his head away, shuts his eyes. “Do you?”

He can feel Gabriel’s smile – hard, cold, bitter. “Look around you.”

Castiel does. He sees the shimmering colours, the soft fabrics, can feel his brother’s creations frozen in time, waiting until Gabriel wants something. At the snap of his fingers, his brother can produce anything he desires.

“We should never have left home,” he admits, and Gabriel chuckles against him.

“Trust me...if we hadn’t jumped, we’d only have been pushed.”

Mmm. V. nice. Oh, Gabriel. *pets him*

Poor Tosh... but I think this is far better than the alternative! And she's especially lucky Kaylee found her... I can see the two of them becoming fast friends!

If only this were what really happened! Oh well, I guess that's what stories are for. Thanks for writing this! :)

Oh wow! Thank you so so much for this. I love the burden of choice that you presented here. It feels perfectly oppressive.

And then the decision Dick does make is great.
It's also an interesting compromise between his hold life and his new.

Thanks again for the ficlet ^__^

Ah! That's beautiful!

Eliot looked over the edge of the 70-story office tower in downtown Boston, his customary scowl getting deeper, bringing his dark eyebrows closer together.

"So, this is what you do for fun on a Saturday night, Parker?"

Parker looked at him with a blank stare.
"Well, yeah. How do you think I got so good at hanging from buildings from my finger tips?"

Well, you know, she did have a point. He trained in a gym, so it goes to reason that Parker would train where she could set up her climbing rigs.

"Hey you said you could use a change of pace. Besides, your the only one on the team who hasn't been introduced to the Parker method of transportation." With a gleeful glint in her eye, the slight blond thief threaded a nylon rope through the two-point harness Eliot was wearing.

Eliot shook his head. There is really something wrong with this girl.

"Okay, Eliot, take a deep breath."

Before Eliot could even open his mouth to respond, Parker shoved him over the edge.

After a moment she jumped off too.

Thank you.

I'm glad you enjoyed it. The prompt gave me an excuse to be a bit sappy.

Grade school isn't the same as high school. Middle school, up until sixth grade or so, is a world where a new kid means someone new to play with, someone new to show the secret places in the playground to, the places where the teachers don't go. It's a person to pass notes to, to invite to lunch, because that person is something different, something new and exciting.

Sixth grade and on, someone new has to be evaluated before being accepted, but in the end kids are kids and new people find someone to talk to.

High school? High school, if you ain't "in," you ain't shit.

Sam's swiftly finding this out. Switching schools every month or so wasn't a big deal when he was a kid, but high school seems… different. All these kids have gone to school together since first grade, some kindergarten, preschool even. And Sam's the new kid. The outsider. The outcast.

He steps into his first class (chemistry, one of the higher-track classes) and listens as Mr. Finnigan introduces him. There are titters from the back. He realizes no one else in the room is wearing flannel or boots, and he wonders vaguely if anyone else carries a knife in their backpack. Probably. Maybe? He guesses it's not the kind of thing to tell someone.

The teacher sends him to a seat in the second to last row, at a long black lab table with a pretty girl. He smiles at her, and she tosses her long hair and rolls her eyes, then turns to her friend across the aisle, speaking with glossy cherry-lips, dangling earrings almost reaching her shoulder.

Halfway through first bell, Sam knows.

He hates it here.

He makes it, barely, and is the first one out of the classroom when the bell rings. Second bell and third aren't any easier. Eyes follow him everywhere, stares and whispers, most of them malicious. He doesn't want to be here. He wants to walk out the nearest door.

But he won't. Dean is here. Dean must be dealing with this, and—a glance out front—the Impala is still there, so that means Dean is, too.

Lunch is a welcome relief. Sam doesn't have a table to sit at, or a group to belong to, so he buys a sandwich and goes out into the hallway and sits in front of his red locker with its combonation lock, something he's never had at a school before. He guesses they don't trust high school students the way they trust grade schoolers.

He doesn't have the appetite for his sandwich, so he sets it beside him, still wrapped, and takes out a book he got from the library during study hall. A shadow falls over him as he opens to the first page, and he looks up.

It's Dean.

Warm relief rushes through Sam; he scrambles to his feet and thuds into Dean's chest, wrapping his arms around his brother's waist.

"Havin' a rough day?" Dean says from above him, and sets his hand on Sam's shoulder. Sam nods.

"No one likes me."

"Fuck them, then." Dean's hand is warm and broad as it slips between his brother's shoulder blades, fingertips rubbing lightly. "You've got me, and I'm the best person ever, so don't worry, Sammy."

Sam smiles. "Jerk. You're such an egomaniac."

"Whoa, big words, Sammy-boy." Dean's grin is wolfish and sharp, his bright green eyes equally so. He glances down the hallway, both ways, and then leans down, brushing his lips over Sam's. "I promise, I'll make you feel better all you want tonight, okay?"

Under his hands, Sam shivers. Dean never lets him down when it comes to that kind of promise. "You swear?"

Dean smirks and nips Sam's earlobe before ruffling his hear. "I swear, kid. Now chin up and remember: Fuck 'em dead."

"It's knock, Dean."

"Whatever."

(I hope this isn't too casual for you. ._. I tried to get into Gabe's headspace and this was how it came out.)

Okay, yes, Heaven's awesome. Aside from his dick brothers and sisters (who, since the Apocalypse is over, have settled down and become massively less dickish) it's, well, Paradise. And Paradise is a good thing.

Gabriel, swaggering Han Solo that he is, is currently residing in his own little corner, which is a meticulous replication of the Spearmint Rhino. He was invited back by a somewhat-chastised Michael and, after being assured that he and Lucifer (also invited back thanks to his "revelation" about humanity, which was entirely Sam's doing) were no longer at one another's throat (ah, the power of sex). And, of course, he accepted. Because yeah, Earth was awesome and full of humanity's dirty little creations (most of which were awesome) but Heaven was Heaven.

Except his Spearmint Rhino? Yeah, it's not the Spearmint Rhino. The girls are always the same, the sex is the same (no matter how many fantasies Gabriel can fit in), it's just all the same.

And conjured candy is so not as good as regular candy, hand—okay, factory made and entirely human.

Up in his little corner of Heaven, Gabriel starts to think that Heaven is a mere… falsity? Paradise that isn't Paradise. Metaphysical Paradise instead of an indulgence for the hedonist Gabriel has become.

Shit, he thinks, and the girl on his lap vanishes with a thought. He snaps his way over to Michael's domain and announces his presence with a "Yo, bro. Think I'm gonna' head back down to Earth."

And before Michael can retort or say Um, no, in that stupid way of his, Gabriel's gone.

Back at the real Spearmint Rhino.

Oh yes. This is the life.

Heaven's got nothin' on Earth.

*giggles* Of COURSE his Heaven would be a strip club. That, or a life-size version of Candyland. ;)

This was great, it definitely had a Gabriel feel to it, and his eventual view on Heaven? Just what I imagined. He likes our imperfection and our variety and our humanity, of course he'd come back! ♥♥♥

Thank you so much for writing this. I flailed kind of crazily when I saw this prompt had been filled. :D

Just a snippet. Has the possibility of becoming a full fic later...

The Best-Laid Plans of Demons and Men...
"Nibor, og kcab ni emit ot erofeb uoy erew nrob." It was the last thing that he heard before a burst of white light stole his vision, before the ground vanished beneath his feet and he fell.

Never piss off a homo magi. If there was only one lesson that Damian Wayne could retain at the cost of everything else, he'd pick that.

Damian reached up for the lip of the dumpster he was in. He was sure that even this indignity had been plotted by Zatanna. She'd said something before her spell, something about teaching him a lesson. For the most part, all the lessons that his father's former cohorts had to teach were about stripping him of his dignity. And that was only when they weren't whining about how they liked Drake better and that he, Damian Wayne, son of Batman, did not deserve the mantle of Robin.

He growled at the thought of it. He vaulted up and out of the dumpster, landing lightly on the pavement. He shook a wadded up burger wrapper and and some half-rotted potato peels out of his cape before putting it back on with the hood up. His tunic was sticky with spilled cola and beer; he scrubbed at it half-heartedly with the end of his cape, but knew that it was hopeless. 'I have to get back to the Cave,' he thought, 'if I'm still in a world where the Cave exists.'

A shadow flicked over the ground. Damian dropped into a crouch and hid behind the dumpster. A moment later, a familiar caped figure dropped into the alleyway. 'Batman!' he thought, but didn't speak. Something was different... not only the costume, with its blue-black cape and cowl, but the build of the person wearing it.

'It's not Grayson under that costume.' Damian realized. 'But it can't possibly be... Father?'

The Batman staggered, stumbled, and fell to his knees with a groan. He was obviously hurt. Damian rushed to his side; if this wasn't Grayson, he needed to find out who was pretending to be Batman. And if it was... by whatever miracle or magic, his father...

Batman was unconscious by the time Damian reached his side. Speaking of Batman's side, there was a steadily bleeding wound there, the dark grey of his bodysuit stained almost black with blood. Damian slapped a pressure bandage on the wound immediately, and looked around the alley nervously. It wouldn't do for people to see a wounded Batman and take advantage. He kicked open a nearby door and dragged the man inside.

Meanwhile, Talia al-Ghul, who had been following the Batman since he left the Gotham Chemical Plant, rushed into the alleyway he'd landed in, only to find it empty. "Beloved, where are you?" she murmured to herself. How could she have lost him? How would she stop Qayin now?

****

...yes, Damian got transported to the beginning of 'Son of the Demon'. Has he doomed himself? Oh no!

Thanks! :)

SPOILERS FOR 5x19

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.

Awwwh! Thank you for the sweet reply ;~; I'm so glad you liked it <3

*beams*thank you! And yep, poor G. *sighs* *hugs him*

Oh Damian! *hugs him* Not only you know that your mother is as bad as your grandfather, but now you are back to where you started!

If you write a full fic later I want to read it! I love little D and this story has the potential to be epic :D

Thank you!

Such a sweet scene at the end. Sweet and hot lol. ^.^ thanks so much.

I loved writing it. :3 There may be a sequel, too! I was thinking of doing something with Sam going to prom? It'll be posted @

criminal_savior.

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