Thursday - Futuristic
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comment_ficWell, 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:
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. ;-) ):
As always, if you don't see anything that captures your interest please take a look at our lonely prompts.
theme=futuristic
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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Date: 2010-06-04 01:07 am (UTC)Fill: Ghosts and Windows (PG-13)
Date: 2012-05-29 10:54 pm (UTC)Gwen saw herself in a house on the east coast of Wales. Rhys wasn't around, but there were pictures of Rhys and Gwen at their wedding as well as a woman Gwen believed was her daughter.
The older Gwen, with grey hair, was peering through windows. She was holding a SIG Sauer at her side.
As Older Gwen aimed the gun, Younger Gwen went back.
"Is Torchwood going to be the death of me?" she asked.
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Date: 2012-05-30 02:15 am (UTC)Re: Fill: Ghosts and Windows (PG-13)
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Date: 2010-06-04 03:14 am (UTC)--
"I hate you. I hate you so so so so so much," Sam squeaks.
"Aw, Sammy, I hate you too," Gabriel croons. After a beat, he adds, "Because you're a Winchester and thus inherently fucked up beyond belief, I'm pretty confident in my assumption that when you say 'hate' you mean 'love.'"
"No," Sam says, pressing his hands into the ceiling to keep himself in his seat, "in this instance I really mean 'hate.' Can we please go right-side-up?"
Gabriel pouts. "No fun," he chides as he guides the hovercar back to an upright position. "Here we are, in the future, riding in a flying car, and you wanna do things the boring way."
"We are a mile and a half off the ground! Above a city! A city with a hell of a lot of spires!" Sam growls. "I don't wanna die!"
"Oh please," Gabriel says, rolling his eyes. "You know I'd bring you back." From the pissy face Sam gives him, this apparently isn't good enough.
"Why are we here, anyway?" Sam asks after his stomach has settled a little. Beneath them, a megacity stretches out as far as he can see, all dim greys and bronzes with the occasional startling burst of green that indicates a park.
Gabe glances at him sideways. "We angels, we can travel in time, right? Well, we can only do it within certain guidelines. We can't screw up destiny in the past, and we can only find probable futures."
"Okaaay," Sam drawls after a minute, fishing for an explanation.
The archangel gives this tiny shrug, like what he's about to say means nothing, and keeps his eyes straight forward. "Well, for a hell of a long time, the only futures we could visit? Awful. The world on fire. Everything dead. The earth covered in darkness. Failed paradises. All shit futures, all the result of an apocalypse everybody thought was the best idea since sliced bread. But after you took your plunge, locked old Luci back up?"
Gabriel pauses, looks out the windows at the city sprawling below them. Millions and millions of humans hiding from sight within the buildings, tiny, broken, imperfect little humans living and breathing and dying and loving and fucking. "Well," he concludes after a minute, "suddenly this appears as a probable future."
"Oh," Sam breathes, suddenly feeling impossibly small. The smallest he's felt since a burning hand reached into hell and pulled him back out, naked and wounded but blessedly, blessedly alone. He reaches out for Gabriel, the only thing that feels solid thousands of feet in the air and hundreds of years after his time. "Thanks," he says. "Just...thank you."
Gabriel snorts, but it's soft and full of some emotion that neither of them really talk about, because this thing they've been dancing around? Well, if Gabe thinks the Winchesters are fucked up, it's just pot and kettle.
Sam drags Gabriel over to him, and the archangel lets himself be pulled across the bench seat with only the most minimal of complaints, throwing the hovercar into idle as he goes. "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy," he sighs. "You'll love anything that shows you a speck of kindness."
"Yup," Sam agrees easily. "It's one of my worst qualities."
When Gabriel ends up on Sam's lap, his grin turns feral. "Oh, Sam Winchester, you are so about to join the Mile High Club."
"Neat," Sam says, quirking his eyebrows.
A few minutes later, when Sam's skin feels electrified and he's ready to get the hell outta his clothes, Gabriel leans away a bit and huffs, "Who doesn't love hovercars, eh?"
"Dean," Sam says automatically, not even thinking about it. At Gabriel's quizzical look, he explains, "He's afraid of flying. Deathly afraid. He'd hate this."
Gabriel's smirk is all teeth, wicked beyond belief.
"Oh, no," Sam moans. "No no no. Gabriel. No, Gabriel. I'm serious, don't--" But the archangel is gone.
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Dean doesn't speak to them for a week.
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Date: 2010-06-04 03:36 am (UTC)Oh Gabriel, your voice here, it's perfect. And I can just see the bitchfaces Sam must've been making.
I really love the motive behind coming to the future. That totally makes sense, ya know? Of course you know, you thought it up, but still... brilliant. The future literally got a lot brighter.
The end killed me. I am now dead. DEAD. XD
Thank you so much (again)!!!
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Date: 2010-06-04 04:35 am (UTC)(Also, a week? Methinks Dean is too forgiving.)
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Date: 2010-06-04 01:35 am (UTC)Principles of Gravity
Date: 2010-07-03 06:21 pm (UTC)“You’re trying to get me killed, aren’t you, dumbass?”
Eric was at a certain age by now – he just ignored his father’s aggressiveness and strapped him in.
And then Red soared among the clouds, his wife laughing merrily from the ground. It was everything he’d dreaded and hoped for and wished for in his youth.
When he got back to the ground, Red complained that the belts holding him to the contraption had cut off the blood supply to his legs and that he never wanted to do that again.
But Eric swore that he actually saw him crack a smile.
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Date: 2010-07-03 08:49 pm (UTC)Re: Principles of Gravity
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Date: 2010-06-06 09:44 am (UTC)"They ain't gonna like it." he grumbled, wavering a little as he turned at the end of the room and pausing long enough to catch his balance properly before pacing again.
"You've been running cons in the field for months." Nate replied, giving up on watching Eliot track back and forth and just sitting back in his seat. "They trust you." It wasn't the first time he'd said it, and he doubted it'd be the last either.
"I ain't you, Nate." he objected. "My mind don't work like yours does." There was a slur in his voice - sign enough that he was getting stressed by this, if the pacing wasn't giving him away.
Nate narrowed his eyes. This wouldn't do at all.
"Eliot, sit down." he demanded, waiting for Eliot to sit before leaning forward over the table. "It doesn't matter that our minds work differently. My plans are conceptual, yours are tactical. They both work on the basis of what the crew is capable of, and you know that as well as I do."
"What if I get it wrong?"
"They will be sure to tell you." Nate answered dryly.
"I can't back 'em up from here."
Nate sighed and didn't point out that Eliot hadn't been physical backup for the team in almost a year. "Go out with them in the van, be close by." Nate suggested. "You don't have to do this exactly like I did it. Just stand up there and lead them, most of the time they know what you want them to do before you've even said it."
"What about the days when standin' up ain't an option?" Eliot asked, not meeting Nate's eyes.
Nate tried not to close his eyes against the memory of Eliot's terrified phone-call the first time it had happened, his body not doing what it was told, nothing moving the way it was supposed to. "You do it from your bed." Nate replied easily. Too many years with Sophie was wearing off on him if he could make that sound so easy.
"You're..." Eliot cut himself off, standing as the others started filtering in.
Mugs clattered on the table, coffee was poured. Nate watched Eliot carefully as he laughed and smiled, calm and natural. He wasn't the only one Sophie was wearing off on, he noted. All the nervousness Eliot couldn't hide came across as new-job energy.
They settled eventually and Hardison stood up without prompting to lay out the client. When he was finished they all looked to Nate. Eliot stood up and drew everyone's attention, then he laid out the con. It was neat and efficient, and maybe it lacked a little flair but Nate had to let these things go.
Sitting back and watching the others accept this change in roles without question or even concern, Nate debated the pros and cons of Barbados.
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Date: 2010-06-05 09:31 am (UTC)The Doctor popped his head out, a lopsided smirk on his face. "Oh, wow." He said, hopping straight out of the police box and onto the florescent ground, sinking straight to his ankles. He let out a pleasantly surprised gasp. "What in the--"
"Doctor, get back in here!" Amy shouted. Steam, of a sort, rose out of the spots where his feet had sunk in. Amy grasped onto the Doctor's shoulder and tried pulling him back out. "I thought," she said, tugging on him against his will, "you told me," she yanked again, "that we were going to," tug, "a nice, relaxing planet!" She tugged once more, and, losing her grip, fell back into the TARDiS, hard on her rear.
"I did say that, didn't I?" The Doctor agreed absentmindedly. Amy gathered herself up and dusted the seat of her shorts off.
"This isn't very relaxing to me," she chided.
The Doctor made a non-commital sound, and trudged forward in the jello'esq floor. "Do you see that over there?" He asked. Amy tried to look, but couldn't quite make heads or tails of anything around her. For one, there wasn't quite any sky above, nor even a ground. What there was of it, of anything she saw, was almost translucent and glowed faintly. There were mounds of... stuff... everywhere. Honestly, it was almost like one of those 3D images you have to cross your eyes to see, only she was never very good at figuring those out.
"No, Doctor, I don't see."
"Over there," he said excitedly.
She looked again, but shook her head, slightly aghast. "I haven't the foggiest what you're talking about. What is it?"
The Doctor paused, then, looking over his shoulder with a manic smile, said, "I haven't any idea. Let's go and poke it with a stick, shall we?"
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Date: 2010-06-04 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-04 03:41 am (UTC)Feel free to throw in Pepper and JARVIS.
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Date: 2010-06-04 04:09 am (UTC)Fill: "Free Time" [G]
Date: 2019-09-30 03:54 am (UTC)Author: Ami Ven
Word Count: 666
Rating: G
Fandom: Kim Possible
Pairing(s): Drakken/Shego, background Kim Possible/Ron Stoppable
Summary: “I have to go into the office, just for a few hours, and I need you to watch the twins.”
Link(s): on LJ (https://ami-ven.livejournal.com/927383.html) & on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/20826488)