Thursday - Futuristic

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Well, we're coming to the end of the week and our last theme is... the Future!  No, no, I don't mean a week or a year from today.  I'm talking the Jetsons, or Firefly, or even post-apocalyptic "damned dirty apes" future.  Think you can handle it?  Show what you think is going to happen hundreds or thousands of years from now with your favorite characters/pairings.

As always, follow the rules: 

* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* Keep spoilers out of the prompts until a week after air-date
* If your prompts get answered feel free to leave new ones
* Have fun and be nice! Remember to thank you ficprovider should your prompt get answered!

Remember, please be kind and gentle to our codemonkeys by prompting correctly.  (see above Planet of Apes reference? We do not want that on our hands. ;-)  ): 

Leverage/Firefly, the team, "To the black"

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, the hovercraft seems to be on the fritz again

As always, if you don't see anything that captures your interest please take a look at our lonely prompts.

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Leverage/Firefly, the team, "To the black"

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Eureka/Firefly, Carter/Stark, "It's my turn to drive!"

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Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, living in a Star Trek episode and one of them happens to be wearing a red shirt

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Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Dean/Castiel. Reincarnation - "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

The More Things Change

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Yeah, I don't know where this came from (sleep deprivation?), but hopefully not totally unlike what you wanted...

There's four of them - probably the four of them, which means they're still together, which is awesome. And Sam is still the tallest, which is just never going to get old.

He's also kind of a greenish-gray. It's not a great colour, but he can totally live with it, since the last time he was sort of this shimmery, glimmering sort-of colour that Dean kept trying to tell him was pink.

The blue one is Dean. He doesn't know exactly how he can tell which one is Dean, but he always can. Dean looks pretty human, the way Sam remembers they used to look, except for the inky-blue skin and the brilliant green eyes that, as Sam watches, blink sideways.

He doesn't know which one is Gabriel and which one is Cas. He always expects to, but somehow he never does. One of the angels - well, he supposes they're not really angels now, any more than he and Dean are really human, but one of them is purple and lithe and... well, cat-like, the way Sam remembers cats looking, with short fur and pointed ears and big yellow eyes and even a tail - but humanoid, upright on two feet.

The other one is covered in fur too, yellow-brown, tawny, like a lion, and his eyes are lion-like, all brown and gold. But other than that, he looks less like a cat than the other one, looks pretty human, actually - except that he has wings. Great sweeping wings that rise up over his head and reach down almost to his ankles. They've got fur on them, not feathers, but Sam thinks they'll be capable of flying anyway. He hopes they will.

He still can't tell which is which, but then "Dean," the cat-angel says to Dean in a deep, ringing voice, and that has to be Cas, because somehow Cas can always tell too.

"Cas," Dean says back, and then they rush towards each other and press together, body to body, mouth to mouth, and oh look, they both have tongues in this incarnation.

So cat-angel is definitely Cas, which means the winged angel sliding up beside Sam is Gabriel. Sam can feel the heat coming off his body, can feel the vibration in the air as he chuckles, a sound that always seems the same no matter what.

Gabriel shakes his new head. "The more things change, the more they stay the same," he says, arms folded, staring fondly at his brother and Sam's brother exploring each others' tonsils.

Sam rolls his eyes (does he have more of them than before?). "Yeah, no kidding," he says. "I always expect you to be the horny angel, but instead you're always the one who wants to start talk--mmph!"

Turns out Gabriel has a tongue in this incarnation too.

The Architects pt1; Iron Man movie - Tony/Pepper; PG

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Footage recovered encrypted from AI codename JARVIS during routine SHIELD audit of archives. (May 2110)

Tony smirks at the camera. “Now, even I’m not arrogant enough to believe I’m still going to be around to see how this turned out.”

“Hmm.” An almost-laugh in the background.

Tony turns around to smile at the sound.


Cut. Take 2.

“Supposedly in a hundred years or so, they’re going to wheel this out during another Expo, to show off just how long this city was in the making. Maybe I will be around to see it. Who knows, maybe Steve got pissed off and decided to shove me in the ice for a decade or five.”

“Tony!”

“What? Like they don’t know already. We’re in the history books.”

She walks into frame, her arms folded. “I thought you were going to aim at humility for once?”

“It’s just such a small target. Anyway, I’m in the history books now. Iron Man is officially part of the high school education.”

“Sex-ed?”

Tony whistles. “Potts, I’m clearly a bad influence on you.”

“Tony, just start the recording again.”


Take three.

“So, this was Dad’s dream. I’ve refined it a little bit since then. Less Art Deco, more… well, more swimming pools, anyway. And nightclubs. For a man who- never mind. So you have me to thank for the fun stuff.”

There is a feminine growl, and the camera pulls away from Tony. He tries to pull it back. The focus of the video wobbles wildly and then cuts off.


Take four.

“I got the power-source going, will you at least give me that? Show them science fair exhibit. I made the arc reactor sustainable and practical. Granted, mostly because I wanted to not-die, but the end result turned out okay.” Tony grins. “So really you all have my phenomenal self-interest to thank for your situation today. As long as it’s a good situation. If you’ve screwed it up, blame yourselves.”

A pen flies into frame and bounces off Tony’s head.

(cont)

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Mentalist, Lisbon/Jane, "Jane! Stop this crazy thing!"

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Supernatural, Michael!Dean/Lucifer!Sam, humans have left Earth before they're released

Team Free Will (1/2)

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I'm not sure this even makes sense, but... but. I'm foisting it upon you anyway.
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This was a job for Gabriel. Infiltrating close-knit cells required finesse and arrogance and an easy smile. Gabriel was the best at it. He knew the government militias better than any other agent at HALO Strategies, Inc. because Gabriel had lived on the outside under deep cover, pretending to be one of the aimless masses.

But Gabriel had done his job too well. He learned too much about the people he was supposed to be monitoring and grew too close to them, grew fond of them. Gabriel went off the grid three months ago, abandoned HALO, his garrison—his brothers and sisters, really—for the working class "mud monkeys" outside the compounds.

Castiel found himself overwhelmed by the task before him. He had never been outside the dome of the main HALO compound. Those fifty square miles had provided everything he ever needed—clean water, acceptable food, and even better than a job, HALO offered him a purpose.

Languages, and the symbols of communication, had always come easily to Castiel. He enjoyed the puzzle of figuring out correct syntax or learning how the precise order of brush strokes could change the meaning of ancient Chinese characters. These skills did not go unnoticed. Teachers tipped off HALO executives who recruited him into service of the company. They talked of preserving the HALO way of life, of protecting the outside world from itself. The lure of doing something noble, for the greater good, had appealed to him even at twelve.

Training had been intense. His fellow recruits became like family. Gabriel and Uriel, the pranksters. Anna, the studious one. Raphael, the troublemaker. Castiel had been the quiet one. He used this to his advantage. In the sparring ring, Raphael consistently got in painful blows, but never could anticipate Castiel's fake with the right. Because he never expected it from “the quiet one.” While Uriel used both size and bluster to intimidate opponents, Castiel found silence to be just as useful.

It was the human part of intelligence gathering that Castiel avoided. His superiors encouraged this, too. Every HALO agent was trained in the basics of each intelligence collection operation, be it human, signal, imagery, or other. During training on how to collect human intelligence, Zachariah continually reprimanded Castiel for staring. For speaking so gravely. For not using colloquialisms and idioms. Zachariah said in order to get information out of the "mud monkeys" one had to get close to them and to get close to them, one had to be able to relate to them. Zachariah said Castiel could never relate to the "mud monkeys." It was that assumption on Zachariah’s part that had Castiel outside, in field, among people he was finding to be very different from himself.

After Gabriel’s defection, the garrison’s intelligence gathering success had faltered. Which meant Zachariah was under pressure from his bosses to produce or prostrate himself at the altar of Michael. Without Gabriel, the garrison lost their most valuable asset in tracking the militias. Following their communications and deciphering their codes and encryptions only worked when Castiel knew where to look for them.

The government militias had gone quiet. They knew HALO was watching, Gabriel had likely told them. Had likely told them how exactly to go unnoticed, how to avoid HALO-operated broadband, and which virtual meeting rooms were not as underground as the militias had been led to believe.

Until Castiel had picked up a local cell’s trail. One of their members had received travel documents using government-encryption on a wireless hub run by a HALO front company. It was the best lead Zachariah's team had received in months.

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Primeval, team, chasing anomalies is harder when there's more than one planet

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Any, Any, Futuristic uses for cling-film (Saran wrap)

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Star Trek reboot, Bones/Jim, "Do you ever get the feeling that we knew each other before?"

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Star Trek reboot/Heroes/Doom, Sylar!Spock/Jim/Reaper!Bones, "I guess we'll have to share him. He needs more than one keeper, anyway."

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Torchwood/Supernatural xover. Winchesters, Jack Harkness. Jack's actually a Winchester.

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After hundreds, thousands of years, the truth was out.

He wasn't immortal. All that time ago, Rose never stopped him from dying permanently, she just aided in the 'Big Picture.'

He wasn't a fixed point. Or impossible.

He was a Winchester.

"Death doesn't exactly stick to us," a handsome man in his early thirties with incredible green eyes told him with a small shrug.

"We're needed," the man's companion- his brother- added. He was also handsome, if not ridiculously tall, with shaggy brown hair and serious hazel eyes.

Jack's mind had gone from 0-60 upon meeting them...they things they could do...until the bomb was dropped.

He was a descendant of the family, and while Jack was overly confident in his sexuality and open mindedness, he might draw the line at sex with ancestors.

Timelines, and all that.

"So you're saying," Jack says. "Angels need you around to stop the world from ending. So you die, but always come back." Like him.

"Basically," the tall one, Sam, nodded, flashing Jack a sympathetic look.

"Looks like the angels didn't stop there, either," his brother, Dean, looked pissed.

"Yep," Jack says, lightly. "Looks like they're hanging onto the bloodline for the next apocalypse. The biggie. the universe . And that's where i come in."

"Sucks, man," Dean says, eloquently.

It did suck. He had a new reason for his immortality- or lack thereof. He was a pawn from the beginning. The Doctor couldn't even have known this.

But he had a purpose. More than a millennium from this tiny diner in the middle of Earth, 2009, he was going to save the universe he called home.

Because that's what Winchesters did, in the best manner Jack Harkness- Jack Winchester knew.

All guns blazing, dramatic, and looking damn good.

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Heroes, Sylar, he always survives

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DCU any/any Can the heroes really lose?

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Leverage/Dr. Who, Eliot & Ten (Eliot/Alec), Timetravelling with the Doctor is always good for keeping his husband guessing

*GRIN* (So greedy)

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DCU Damian Wayne (/any) , This wasn't what he had planned at all

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Yami no Matsuei, Tsuzuki/Muraki, cyberpunk AU

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Stargate SG1, Sam/Jack, 10 years later

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, the court magician

Monsters and Magicians | Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, the court magician

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When Merlin first came to Camelot he was afraid of what he would become. He saw the monsters that lived in Camelot and swore he would not become one. He often thought he would die to keep that oath. He never did, instead he thrived, despite the monsters. He became Arthur's manservant. A trusted friend to the crown prince. It was their destiny to change Camelot. At least that was what the dragon said.

In time Arthur became the only thing in his life that mattered. He risked discovery with a second thought. He killed his own kind. He did everything he swore he wouldn't do, when he was a young country boy. Still the fear of death remained, stronger than ever. He would rather be burned alive than risk Arthur.

That fear ended upon Uther's death. When the mourning period ended Arthur came to him. He offered him a position as the court magician. He accepted. This was the chance he'd dreamed of. He could protect Arthur without lying now. Only he couldn't. Arthur was king, his hands had to be kept clean of Uther's taint. It was Merlin who killed the magicians now. At his hands Morgana and Mordred met their end. Arthur mourned their death and cursed their murderer. Merlin didn't care. He was a monster of Camelot now. Nothing would stop him from preserving his King, nothing.

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Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, the hovercraft seems to be on the fritz again

I know it's an example prompt, but it's a bloody awesome one.

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Stargate Universe, Rush/Chloe, finally back on earth

Leverage, team, Time Goes By

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(ok, so, in one tiny, tiny way, this sort of crosses over with Human Target.)

Alec looked up from his computer, rubbed a hand over his eyes, and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. The calendar was a tourist souvenir with pictures of New Zealand that Parker had brought back with her the last time. There weren't many dates marked on it, but one date stood out. A few squares over from today's date, the calendar was marked with a big gold-star sticker, and two words – Leverage Day.

Leverage Day was a tradition that they'd instituted years back, when the children were small and they found themselves juggling kids and jobs more and more often. So they created Leverage Day, the one day in the year when they swore they'd all meet up somewhere.

Alec got up from his desk and walked outside, heading for the climbing wall where he knew Parker would be. He shouted up to her, “Parker!”

She jumped down off the wall, then turned to face him with a smile. “Yes?”

They weren't husband and wife, at least legally. They'd never seen the need to quantify their relationship in that way. They were just Alec and Parker, and they had been for almost thirty years.

“You know what day it is in a few days?”

“Leverage day,” she said. “You thought I'd forget?”

“Of course not. Do you think we should bring the kids?”

Their kids, Amy and Spencer, both lived on the mainland. Spencer was a freshman at UCLA, and Amy was in med school at Columbia. They were both vaguely aware that their parents' multi-million dollar fortune had not been acquired through entirely legal means, but they didn't know the specifics.

Parker shrugged. “We're meeting at Nate's again, right? Claire will be there, so I guess we ought to.”

“'kay, I'll get in touch, make sure their schedules are okay...”

~
A couple of days later, Alec and Parker were pulling up in the driveway of Nate's house. Amy and Spencer had decided to meet them there, which made things easier.

It always surprised Alec that Nate had chosen such a simple life after he retired from the life of crime. Unlike the mansion that he and Parker lived in, Nate's house was an ordinary detached house in a quiet, friendly neighbourhood. He had moved there after he and Sophie had tried living together with their young daughter Claire. It hadn't worked terribly well. Claire had moved in when she was sixteen, having lived with Sophie before then.

Alec knocked on the door and Claire opened it, greeting them with a smile and telling them that everyone else was already there. Claire slipped out into the kitchen, where Amy and Spencer were, and the three young people chatted together leaving the older generation to talk.

As Alec sat down, he looked at his friends. Sophie looked just as glamorous as always, and Nate seemed, if anything, happier than usual. Obviously the simple life suited him, he thought. Then he looked over at Eliot in the corner. Though he was in his sixties, Eliot was still tougher than anyone Alec had ever met. For ten years now, he'd been based out of Vancouver, working as a private security contractor. For some reason that Alec wasn't quite sure of, Eliot was now going by a different name... at least where business was concerned, he was going by Christopher, even if the team still called him Eliot.

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Psych/Stargate Atlantis, Shawn/Lassiter, if he didn't have the strongest ATA gene they'd ever seen Colonel Carlton Lassiter would have given into the temptation to shoot Spencer years ago. That's what he says anyway.

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Doctor Who, Eleven & Amy, The Doctor takes Amy to 2190 (or something far off like that) on Earth, "Everyone's got sonic screwdrivers now," (Bonus points if the Doctor is all pouty and annoyed that his sonic screwdriver isn't so cool anymore because everyone has one)