Thursday - Futuristic

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

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.

theme=futuristic

Comments

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, hover-car ride (because who doesn't like hover-cars?)

[pyrebi.livejournal.com]

YOU. STOP PROMPTING THINGS I ~MUST WRITE~. YOU'RE BAITING ME, I CAN FEEL IT IN MAH BONES.

--

"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.

--

Dean doesn't speak to them for a week.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

*FLAILS WILDLY* I seriously may be the luckiest person ever. Heeeeeee.

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)!!!

[pyrebi.livejournal.com]

._.;; I promise I'll let somebody else do your prompts one of these days instead of just, like, creeping on them and writing random shit. But I can't help the fact that your prompting brain and my writing brain seem on strangely similar wavelengths.

I'm PLEASED BEYOND BELIEF that you thought the Gabe voice was okay. I always have trouble with him. Dean's easy to me because most of my irl speech patterns I learned from him during s1-3, for Sam I think "wry and grumpy," and Castiel is "Spock-voice," but Gabriel is so much harder to pin down for me. Thus, quite the compliment to hear you thought I got it right!

I dunno, that bit about the future wasn't even part of my original plan. xD It just wrote itself in when I wasn't looking. Things tend to do that to me.

Thank you again. ♥

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

*giggle-snort* You think I'd complain about you filling my prompts? LOL, creep all you want, bb! I will be forever thankful that our brains are somehow simpatico and that you write pretty pretty stories for me.

Heh, I think you're right on target with all the voices. Gabriel seems to vacillate pretty easily between snarky and sincere, and you definitely worked that into the dialog.

I think of Cas as having a Spock-voice too! Though... he uses contractions more often and sometimes, out of the blue, he'll whip out a euphemism (like "extra curricular activities") or an analogy (like "drained batteries") which makes me so proud - our little angel is learning and evolving!

Your mind has great ideas you don't even know about until they suddenly appear, huh? Nice. You have a sneaky, sneaky, brilliant mind.

Awwwww shucks. *grins like an idiot, kicks at the dirt*

[tfwftw.livejournal.com]

Awwwww.

(Also, a week? Methinks Dean is too forgiving.)

[pyrebi.livejournal.com]

Sam used his puppy eyes to great effect, obvs.

♥