Tuesday: Generations
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comment_ficParents. Grandparents. Children. Or maybe a less literal legacy, and a more literal "next generation"?
That's right, today's theme is generations! Tell us something about the ones who came before, or the ones yet to come.
Just keep the rules in mind:
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
For a crossover:
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tag = generations
That's right, today's theme is generations! Tell us something about the ones who came before, or the ones yet to come.
Just keep the rules in mind:
- No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
- No more than five prompts in a row.
- If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
- Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.
And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!
For a single fandom:
Bleach, Isshin, from shinigami Captain to Dr. Dad
Supernatural, Dean/Lisa + Ben, the kid's everything he ever wanted
For a crossover:
Star Trek: TNG/Star Trek (2009), crew/crew, "Q, I know you're responsible for this!"
None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!
tag = generations
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Date: 2010-09-14 05:16 pm (UTC)This was supposed to be a 200-word drabble
Date: 2010-09-15 08:10 am (UTC)Adam swings the fourth rifle up, smooth and practiced, going through the motions of check-up and, satisfied with what he sees just like he knew he would be, slotting it carefully into place in the trunk.
"They're all good," he says, stretching himself up a bit as if he'll be able to see more than the raised hood at the other end of the car, "I told you they're all good. I checked them yesterday."
The sounds from behind the hood don't stop. Adam's pretty sure she's trying to rebuild the engine from the ground up over there. It was a perfectly good engine before she ever started, but that's his cousin for you.
"Well, pumpkin," she says, pausing to bang on something a few times, "How about you finish checking them again now, and then we'll both know they're all good. That'll be nice, right?"
Adam sighs. "Don't fucking call me that," he says, but he can't even work up the indignation.
Chelsea's head pops out at the side of the raised hood, grinning at him. "Cheer up, little man. If you get through everything before I finish here, I'll even let you put anchovies on the pizza."
He swings up the fifth rifle, torn between rolling his eyes and giving her his best hopeful smile. (Adam has an awesome hopeful smile, sure to melt the hearts of irritated teachers, get him the one best cookie out of any new batch his aunt bakes, set his dad to frowning like he really, really isn't going to give in and his pa to rolling his eyes like nobody's business. It's never really had much of an effect on his cousin.) "I have a better idea," he says. "I finish all of them under ten minutes, you let me come with you."
Chelsea actually stops what she's doing to lean out more fully this time, basically, as far as Adam can see, so she can do a better job of laughing in his face.
"Kid," she says, "all I'm doing is going after an itty bitty poltergeist. You think I'd be aiming that low if I had that much of a death wish?"
Adam makes a disgusted sound and looks away, sliding the first knife out of its sheath to check the edge. "Oh yeah, because you're in such a rush to do everything they say."
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Chelsea shaking her head at him in amusement before disappearing again. "Being a disappointment is one thing. I know my folks'll get over it. Having four Winchesters out for my head? Seriously doesn't fit in my plans for this summer."
Adam is fifteen. He knows he's fifteen, he's seen both his birth certificate and the adoption papers. If you go by how every single person in this family acts, though, he's maybe three and a half, maybe four on a good day.
He knows he's not going to win this. He knew before he ever tried, really; Jo always says the only person who can out-stubborn a Winchester is another Winchester.
"Chels," he says, because it's all really big and real all of a sudden, "you can't go on the road all by yourself. Someone's got to watch your back for you."
"Yeah, pumpkin," she says, mocking and preoccupied. "That's the only reason you want to come with. Obviously."
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Date: 2010-09-15 06:56 pm (UTC)It’s not as weird as it should be, babysitting for Dean and Castiel. Partly because Sam’s not actually babysitting children, not yet anyways. Well, fledglings. That’s what Castiel and Gabriel keep calling them, anyways. To Sam they’re just eggs. Really big, really heavy eggs.
“This has got to be one of the weirdest things I have ever done,” Sam says.
Gabriel hums a note of agreement, but he’s too busy smothering the eggs in affection to really be paying attention.
Sam doesn’t mind. It’s not often that Gabriel isn’t being destructive or seductive. This oddly pampering version of the archangel is a nice surprise. “You know they’re just eggs, right? They don’t care if they’re shiny or not.”
“I care,” Gabriel replies. He stops touching the eggs, stops fidgeting with the makeshift nest of every blanket and towel Castiel could steal from around Bobby’s place. “Those are my nieces or nephews. They deserve the best.”
“I thought you didn’t like children,” Sam says, frowning.
Gabriel shrugs. “I don’t not like children,” he replies. He glances at Sam, before staring at the eggs, fingers twitching. “Children are spiteful, self-serving little bastards. They also have the greatest capacity for kindness.”
“Did you just call children spiteful little bastards?” Sam asks, blinking in confusion. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that before.”
“I was a father once, I know what I’m talking about,” Gabriel huffs.
And there it is, that thing they’ve never talked about. Gabriel’s life as a pagan god, as Loki. Sam wants to know what happened, wants to know everything because he’s always had this inherent need to understand. Not just Gabriel, but life. And well, Sam loves Gabriel. He doesn’t want to feel left out.
“How’d that work out for you?” Sam asks.
Gabriel just grins, before abandoning the nest on the bed to crawl across the floor and curl up in Sam’s lap. He’s small enough and Sam large enough for it to be the perfect fit. “I was an awesome dad,” he says. “Mom, too, technically.”
Sam huffs a breath of laughter and wraps his arms about Gabriel’s waist. “So you’ve mentioned,” Sam says, burying his face in the crook of Gabriel’s neck. “You’re going to be a good uncle.”
“I don’t want to be a good uncle, Sam,” Gabriel practically whines.
“I don’t know if Dean and Castiel trust you enough to let you be an awesome one,” Sam replies, drumming his fingers on Gabriel’s stomach. “You’re kind of a bad influence.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to say, Sammy,” Gabriel huffs, wiggling free of Sam’s grasp. He turned around to face Sam before straddling his legs. “You’re not listening.”
Sam’s not entirely sure what Gabriel’s on about, he’s been listening the entire time. He opens his mouth to say just that, scowling, but he forgets what he wanted to say in the first place.
Gabriel trails a finger down Sam’s chest, before hooking into his belt and tugging. “I don’t want to be an uncle, Sammy.”
“Oh,” Sam says, his mouth suddenly dry. “Oh.” Gabriel leans forward to kiss him and Sam points towards the nest helplessly. “But Dean and Cas’ – they’re – “
“They can’t see anything, Sam,” Gabriel huffs out, amused. When Sam continues to stare helplessly, Gabriel rolls his eyes and gets up to flip a blanket over the two eggs. “Better?”
Sam nods weakly. “Yeah.”
This time when Gabriel jumps him, Sam lets him.
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Date: 2010-09-14 05:46 pm (UTC)Three generations. A supernaturally induced reunion. At least five fights. and *shudder* talking about feelings.
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Date: 2010-09-14 06:38 pm (UTC)“Uh, Dean...”
“Mom... and... oh, hell... Chuck!”
“It's for your own good, man. None of you are getting out of here until these issues of yours are sorted,” Chuck said with an insincere look of apology, right before he vanished and the doors slammed shut.
Fight #1: Sam vs. John.
Sam hadn't looked at his father since they arrived in wherever-the-hell this place was. John, for his part, was doing his best to pretend Sam was invisible. Or at least he was doing a really good job of acting like he was.
It took Deanna (and a couple of sharp slaps) to sort them out. Mary could hardly stand to watch while her mother first unleashed a tirade against John for being a terrible parent, before turning to Sam and telling him in no uncertain terms to grow up. It was at this point that Samuel decided to contribute by adding that Sam was acting like a little girl throwing a tantrum.
”We've gotta get out of here, Sammy.”
“Tell me about it,” Sam sulked.
“No, really. I think our grandparents might actually kill Dad soon if we don't.”
Fight #2: Mary vs. Deanna.
None of the men really saw what the issue was. Samuel and John assumed it was 'women stuff' and went to brood on opposite sides of the room, while Sam and Dean watched their mother and grandmother from a safe distance and made sure there were no sharp objects near them.
Fight #3: John vs. Samuel.
Everyone saw this one coming. From the moment Chuck had thrown them together, they'd all known that it was just a matter of time and which one snapped first.
(Thankfully, it turned out to be a dead heat, as they were surprisingly evenly matched.)
Fight #4: Dean vs. John.
This one kicked off (in a sense) while Mary was still trying to talk John down after his bust-up with Samuel. Dean had been hovering nearby, commenting occasionally. Then someone had said the wrong thing, or something that got perceived as the wrong thing, and then Dean punched his father in the face, giving him a black eye, before dropping to his knees and bursting into tears.
Which led to...
Fight #5: Mary vs. John.
He'd ruined her boys' lives. Stolen their childhood, and any chance of a normal, happy life they might have had, in order to pursue some crazy quest. Mary had every reason to be angry at her husband, and she'd waited a long time for a chance to vent.
John listened without commenting until she was done yelling. Then he said, “Is that really what you think?”
“Yes!”
“I'm sorry.”
Those words seemed to kick off some kind of chain reaction, because soon everyone was apologising to everyone else, and there was an awful lot of hugging going on.
There was a POP and the door reappeared, then Chuck walked through them. “Finally... doesn't that feel better? Now, I need to get everyone back in their right timeline, so say your goodbyes and let's move, people.”
He waited around while they hugged some more and said goodbye to each other, then he whisked each of them back home. Finally, he dropped Sam and Dean back in their motel room, and zapped himself away before Dean could think of anything to do as revenge.
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Date: 2010-09-14 05:55 pm (UTC)Supernatural, John + Bobby + Ellen + Pastor Jim + Caleb (or any combination thereof), hunting sirens or succubi at Woodstock
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Date: 2010-09-14 06:01 pm (UTC)Inception, any, James and Phillipa Cobb are the hottest Extractor/Point (Wo)Man team in the business; they should be - their dad and their Uncle Arthur taught them everything they know
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Date: 2010-09-14 06:04 pm (UTC)Harry Potter, Albus Severus + Scorpius + Rose + Teddy + Vi, They're a fearsome team of aurors - when they aren't fighting one another
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Date: 2010-09-14 06:10 pm (UTC)No Fic (Yet)
Date: 2010-09-15 12:48 am (UTC)Filled!
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Date: 2011-01-10 10:22 am (UTC)Cougar couldn’t love her more than he does already and Jensen...Jensen and him, they belong together, and they both understand that.
He never thought he would but he wants this life: the house and the garden, football matches on the weekend and take advantage of nights where Jensen and he will have the house to themselves because Jill has a sleepover at a friends’.
Cougar promises himself that once they got Max, this is what he and Jensen will do.
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Date: 2010-09-15 01:56 am (UTC)I'm not sure if this is anywhere near what you wanted, but it hit over 1,700 words so I decided to post it anyways...Here. (http://sansdatelimite.livejournal.com/45467.html)