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. <3

Please 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.

For the sake of Our Code Monkeys, please leave your prompt properly. For example:

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

Have fun!

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Comments

Knowing | G | 1/1

[dameange.livejournal.com]

It's the technology and cars that clue them in first. Things like from a Star Trek episode.

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.

Re: Knowing | G | 1/1

[debc.livejournal.com]

That is soooooo heart wrenching!

Re: Knowing | G | 1/1

[dameange.livejournal.com]

thank you.

Re: Knowing | G | 1/1

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Beautiful

Re: Knowing | G | 1/1

[dameange.livejournal.com]

thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

Re: Knowing | G | 1/1

[dameange.livejournal.com]

you are very welcomed. I'm glad you enjoyed it so much. It was a great prompt.