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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[entropy-maximum.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven/TARDIS, his trip around the moon, she's new and shiny and he wants to see how well she works.

OMG IDEK!

[falconwhitaker.livejournal.com]

Always Waiting

She called for the Doctor as soon as she was ready for him. Of course she did: she hated turning him away, even when it was for both their own good. She felt wrong without him. Quiet. Hollow. Empty.

And he came running as soon as she called. Of course he did: she was his rock, his constant, his anchor to what he knew and understood. Companions came and companions went, flickering in and out of his lives like mayflies, but not her. The TARDIS always waited, and the Doctor always came back.

This time, they both had new faces.

He started her up as soon as her door had closed behind him, forgetting the silly little girl from Leadworth in no time at all. She felt his hands scuttering gently over her controls, those controls that were still new and tender and sensitive to the touch, and if she could have sighed happily she would have. They were together again, as they should be, and it felt right.

They faded out of petty, insignificant Leadworth, slipping through time and space like a fish through water, the Doctor darting around her console like a dance partner, hands firm and deft, flicking a switch here, pulling a lever there, until they came to a stop somewhere around 1492, orbiting the Earth about halfway between it and the moon. There they stopped for breathing space and to take in each other's new faces.

Younger than ever, of course – he had a thing for youth, her Doctor, a tendency to constantly switch out for a younger model – with a wide, pale forehead, an infectious smile and a bow-tie. He was beautiful; but then again, he always was and always had been. She'd always seen his beauty.

And as for his reaction to her...

He took a step back to take a look at her, that amazing smile lighting up his face.

"You beauty," he murmured. "Oh you smart little beauty."

He stepped forward again and reached out to her. His long, slim fingers ran across the surface of her console, gentle and tender, then up and over her switches and buttons to wrap around her starting lever.

"Let's see how you handle, eh?"

And he pulled her level.

The first time with a new face was always the best. It was settling into new patterns and revisiting the old, realising what was the same and what had changed, relishing the old and familiar caresses and being pleasantly surprised by the new and unexpected. And they were both new to it, this time: he, new and young with sad eyes; she, new and shiny with lashings of steam-punk. He wanted to see how well she worked and she wanted to see how well she worked her.

He took her on a trip around the moon; she was certain that the two of them that night, they could have made it last forever.

But it didn't, of course. All things came to an end, and their dance reached its climax when they returned from the dark side of the moon to their orbit half way between planet and satellite, her with her engines glowing faintly with heat and him with his face lightly flushed from exertion.

That was when he remembered her. Amelia Pond. The latest girl-child to catch his eye. And thus their private pleasure was ended so that he could go and find her, and bring her along too. She wasn't jealous, not really, but all the same, it was almost too much to bear at times.

She re-set her co-orindates two years late to spite them. It was petty, she knew, but she was in love, and people do strange things when they are in love. She always had been in love with him. She always would be.

And the TARDIS always waited, and the Doctor always came back.

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Leverage; Alec/Eliot; They steal a mirror and end up in the future

Filled: Colorblind

[kaylynnkie.livejournal.com]

It wasn't the most difficult job they'd done together. To be perfectly honest, everything went smooth as could be. Except for Hardison not shutting the fuck up on the comm.
“I'm just sayin' if you're gonna get up at three in the morning, then shut off the lamp. And the door! Why don't you ever shut the door?”
“Hardison, I-”
“No, man. No. See, that's not cool. If you ask me, I think it's the least you could do. Why can't you manage that?”
Alec kept going on and Eliot gripped the mirror more tightly. If that man wasn't so incredible in bed, he would have beaten him to a pulp by now.
“Why are you mumbling? You know I can't hear that.”
“Apparently, I don't know anything,” he snapped wrenching the van door open. “Shut up and let's go.”

cont. here (http://kaylynnkie.livejournal.com/16731.html)

[entropy-maximum.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Michael/Lucifer, when they get out of Hell, they're human and everything is so different. (IDEK some kinda weird futuristic world with hover cars and shit and confused ex-angels)

no fic yet

[unholygrace.livejournal.com]

But, damn, I think I am gonna write one because this is going to be stuck in my head forever, but I'm moving today, so if I do write something, expect it later tonight. :D

[entropy-maximum.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, they fly the city back to Pegasus and turn it into a proper colony. (So people are having kids, they are self-sustained, etc)

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter; Harry/Snape; Their Headmaster Portraits watch over the school for years to come

Their Headmaster portraits watch over the school for years to comes, HP, Harry/Snape

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

The first twenty years after Harry's portait is mounted on the wall is this simmering, low-grade antagonism. Although they talked things through while Harry was alive and Headmaster, their portraits don't seem to have made the same amount of progress.

The others tut in disapproval, and the current Headmistress (Ron and Hermione's daughter) is thoroughly too amused by them. The two of them bicker and watch as students come in to be praised and reprimanded and Snape snaps acidically at them from his frame while Harry commiserates and encourages from his own.

They never venture into each other's frames.

Until one day they do. Seventy years after Harry's death and his frame's developed woodworm. They ask him to move into Snape's frame because he's the closest while they do the necessary repairs and...well...seventy years next to each other and bickering night and day and they've been enemies for so long that they've become friends, almost. So, sure, why not?

...There's this portrait of a bedroom up in one of the more infrequently used corridors. There's a bed with sheets and pillows and it feels real enough to a painted man. The portrait has been empty of all human images since before anyone can remember. There's a cat - ginger with white socks - but Severus has always had a weakness for cats.

Besides, it gets them away from the nosy, prying eyes and gossiping mouths of their neighbours for a while, doesn't it?

And arguments turn into friendly discussions which turn into...well. Into more.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel/Gabriel, the world that they helped save

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Impala the hovercar: chasing down demons

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Cas, how could you do this to my baby??"

Sam frowned and chided, "How do you think Cas your boyfriend feels when you call your car your baby?"

"Unaffected," Cas informs him.

"Seriously," Dean yelled, "Only douchebags drive hovercars!"

"Dean," Cas explained for the twelfth time, "Tomorrow they close all land roads. Only museums and junkyards will have cars that gravity-limited."

"And it'll make shooting demons way easier," Sam consoled.

"Screw easy! Easy listening doesn't rock, Sam doesn't get laid, and my baby doesn't fly! It's like, the order of the universe."

"Strange that you should suddenly care about the order of the universe," Cas said.

"I get laid plenty," Sam grumbled.

"I meant with humans," Dean growled.

"You should talk!" Sam replied.

"And we can't do anything cool in a hovercar! No screeching of the tires, no feeling the rough ride of the road."

"Is that why you are so disturbed?" Cas said, "If you wish, I will simulate a bumpy road the next time we have relations in the back seat."

Sam closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. "Dude. Is that what you've been doing when you've been 'sleeping' in the backseat? Is that the only reason you've let me drive so much?"

"Why else would I ask you to blare the radio when I'm sleeping?"

"You're you."

"Fair enough."

Cas interrupted, "And Dean, it's not like we've never had sex while flying."

Dean was suddenly embarrassed.

"I knew it!" Sam said, "I knew you had a thing for the wings!"

"Shut up!"

"What are you idjits fighting over now?" Bobby said, interrupting as he walked out to see them holding a piece of paper that was surely an address they would travel to, soon probably.

Cas answered, "They have been discussing Dean's sexual fetishes, Sam's partial celibacy, and the impact of gravity and road friction on penetrative sexual experiences."

Bobby stood there looking like he wished he hadn't met anyone named Winchester ever. He got that look a lot. But he just handed Sam the address and went back to his house, grumbling, "Well, at least I didn't have to hear Dean bitch about his car."

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel + Team Free Will, lightsabers for everyone!

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

"Lightsabers," Sam looked at the object in his hand. "We defeat the Devil...with lightsabers. Dean-" he paused, resisting the urge to start beating his head against the wall.

Dean had his lightsaber activated, spinning and jabbing at the air. "Look, Sammy, lightsabers! How cool is this?"

"Oh, god," Sam whispered. "You are such a kid...it's not even funny."

Dean was even making the goddamn sound effects.

"You got any better ideas?" Dean called. "C'mon, Sam. Lightsabers!" As if that made everything make sense.

Cas was standing still, holding his de-activated lightsaber. "How does this work?"

"You gotta use the power of the Force, Cas!" Dean prompted.

"The Force," Cas repeated, slowly. "I don't understand the reference."

"Lightsabers," Sam repeated, looking at Gabriel, then at Dean, then double-takes, looking back at Gabriel. "You didn't just..."

Gabriel lifted his eyebrows at Sam, licking his lightsaber. "Push up pop?" he offered.

Sam closed his eyes. Praying to God was moot at this point, trying to block out the mess that was his life.

Lightsabers. Life could not get much more insane.




"I've told you, Dean," Cas said, masking his impatience. "I don't understand what you're referring to. Who is Obi-Wan? And for the last time, you're our only hope."



I...um. Prompt. Right. Became..Sam + Team Free Will? So. Sorry. And. You know what? Just...sorry.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

A Bit of Fry and Laurie, Control/Tony Murchison, the more things change, the more things stay the same, and Tony still makes coffee the old fashioned way

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"Control," Tony said one morning. "I've come to the realization that life is funny. I don't mean to say it has a sense of humor, of course. Despite life being life , i'm not implying it having a personality. Goodness, i'm rambling."

"It's quite alright, Tony," Control gave his partner a fond smile- and yes, these days everyone could get married, and Control was the luckiest man in the world that Tony had accepted his heartfelt proposal. "I do enjoy listening to you."

"It seems to me, Control," Tony continued. "With all of this new technology, people have preferred to take 'short cuts'." He emphasized his point with air quotes.

"Indeed, Tony," Control nodded. "I must say I'm not very fond of 'short cuts'," he responded with airquotes of his own. "It would appear people don't seem to have the same drive to accomplish a task that they used to. May i ask, Tony, what brought this on?"

"You may ask, Control."

There was a comfortable silence between the two, before Control spoke.

"What brought this on, Tony?"

"I'm glad you asked, Control. You see, i was down at the break station just before coming to deliver you your coffee, and there was a line at the caffeine distributer. It seems you speak into this little speaker, tell them how you would like your coffee, and out it comes! It's awfully popular."

"Tony," Control said. "I did notice that you've never used it."

"You noticed correctly, Control," Tony said, holding out a steaming cup of coffee. It wasn't in a plastic covered top like the ones from the machine.

Control's expression lit up. "Thank you ever so much, Tony. But i must ask...where on earth did you get the ingredients? With all of this newfangled technology, and automatic coffee machines, the market for beans and milk has been something awful."

Tony just smiled, warm and affectionate, and the heat of Tony's coffee was heating his palms.

"The old fashioned way, Control," Tony murmured. "I made an investment, and held onto things that are precious to me."

For a moment, Control wanted to pull Tony close, but that would mean neglecting Tony's hard work and letting the coffee grow cold.

Any other man would have done such, and heated the coffee later.

Control was not any other man, so he sipped his coffee- strong, and sweet, and terribly old-fashioned.

Just like he liked.

[entropy-maximum.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Ronon, his gun isn't that cool anymore, not compared to all the new tech they've developed over the years but he still carries it with him.

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Merlin; Merlin(/Arthur); Merlin has been alive a very long time, he's seen a lot of interesting things

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Damian Wayne/any, Gotham was his city now

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Babs, twenty five years from now

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU/Marvel, Damian Wayne/Hope, "So you were the kid everyone was looking for?"

[dragonbetween.livejournal.com]

Leverage(/Highlander); Parker (as an Immortal); the harder it's is to steal something the more fun it is and the defenses just keep getting better as time goes on

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison + team, They're the first crew to get inter-cranial comms, and Nate's never been so disturbed by the voices inside his head

Inter-cranial comms, Leverage, team

[entropynchaos.livejournal.com]

Nate's the first to wake after the op - Hardison's idea, of course, and Hardison's design although the rest of them have been around long enough to have a 'well, why not' attitude to most things. It's blessed silence...at first.

And then it's not, and Nate realises there'll never be complete silence in his head ever again.

Eliot surfaces next, shaking the drugs off groggily and Nate can hear the slurred, suspicious thoughts in his mind.

Where...recognise this place...whatwhowhen...team...

It comes through almost like static at first, and then clearer and clearer like Nate's hearing Eliot's voice in his ear instead of it being sent straight to his brain. The tech over in the corner behind his computer display gives Nate a thumbs up and a grin.

Parker next, and there's this frenetic almost-buzzing that comes with her thoughts. She's all over the place and Nate really, really wants a drink. If this is how Parker thinks all the time...

Compared to Parker, the constant low-grade hum of Eliot's thoughts is almost soothing - although their retrieval specialist has already figured out fifteen ways of getting out of the lab complex, complete with headings and sub-headings and annotated with footnotes in his mind (and therefore Nate's and Parker's) of the casualties he'd have to inflict and the differing amounts of destruction of parts of the complex and the lists of 'acceptable' personal injuries that would be sustained by Eliot in order to extract the rest of the team safely.

"Shut. Up," Nate growls out and Eliot looks at him with big, puzzled eyes.

Eliot has no idea what he's doing, which is possibly the scariest part - that he's cataloging all these escape plans and all the ensuing chaos and he doesn't even realise it.

Hardison's brain is like a computer. There's all these background checks but there's also random thoughts about the twentieth variation of Star Trek and how hot the thirteenth Doctor is (although not a patch on the Tenth) floating through. Hardison's thirsty as well, apparently.

Sophie's the last to wake - she comes round and Nate's treated to a blast of identities as Sophie tries to figure out just who she currently is (IsabelKatherineHarrietJaneSophie).

"Everyone...just. Stop thinking," Nate orders.

But they can't, of course, because that would mean having to stop thinking completely. Nate rubs at his temples and glares at the lab tech in the corner.

"There might be a few adjustments that need to be made," Hardison says. He's already hanging over the tech's shoulder, poking at the visual display.

"There's something wrong with you," Eliot says in a low growl to Parker - who's poking at his head like she can figure him out (and if she hasn't in the two hundred years they've been a team, she won't any time soon.)

There's thoughts in Nate's head of the precise thickness and length of the rope needed to jump from the roof of the Geyhard building in New New York down to the sixty-first floor. There's a detailed exploration of the circuit board of the inter-cranial comm overlaid with a need for orange soda and Eliot's brain is still running through escape options - he's up to forty-five, now, and they're getting bloodier. In one of them, Eliot's including himself losing an arm as an 'acceptable risk' and the time they would have to spend getting med-stuff for the wound. (There's also this underlay of how much more useful it would be to have a cybernetic arm instead that Nate would rather not know any more about, thank you.) Sophie's wincing as she's hit with everyone else's thoughts and she's still piecing together her personality, Nate's mind turning up and rejecting various traits and likes and dislikes as Sophie puts Sophie Devereaux back together.

Nate sits there and whimpers a little and ignores Eliot and Sophie's glares as he silently wishes, again, for a nice shot of bourbon.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Fringe, Team (gen), Fringe Division is a group of [space] mercenaries

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy 7, Cid (& any), Cid finally makes it into space

[nights-fang.livejournal.com]

Bleach/Supernatural; Aizen/Lucifer; Why did it have to be robots?

[chimerari.livejournal.com]

my brain just broke by that image...XDDD I'll watch out for this one

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Reincarnation

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean/Cas, "Ray-colt? There's no such thing as a ray-colt!" "Apparently there is now." "How the hell does that *work*?"

(Like rayguns except, you know, the colt?)

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean (or Dean/Cas + Sam/Gabriel), jedi!Winchesters

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Reid's aim isn't much better with the newly issued rayguns but Hotch doesn't mind the extra hours at the range

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot + Parker (+ team?), "Dammit, Parker! I told you not to touch that!"

[hawk-dancing.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Doctor Who, Parker + Eleven + Amy, Parker steals the TARDIS key and finds a large, strange blue box