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jlsigman, and I was your guest hostess for the week. I hope y'all enjoyed my prompts.
Today's prompt is: frequently asked questions. Those annoying things that gets asked ALL THE FREAKING TIME.
As always, please keep the following few rules in mind:
- No more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom. Remember, as soon as someone takes on one of your prompts, you can pop another.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least seven days after air; if there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold in the subject line and leave at least three spaces.
- As a former codeslinger, I beg you to please do be kind to our codemonkeys and format your prompts correctly, like so:
Devil May Cry, Dante or Nero, "How do you dye your hair?"
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jlsigman, and I was your guest hostess for the week. I hope y'all enjoyed my prompts.Today's prompt is: frequently asked questions. Those annoying things that gets asked ALL THE FREAKING TIME.
As always, please keep the following few rules in mind:
- No more than five prompts in a row, and no more than three per fandom. Remember, as soon as someone takes on one of your prompts, you can pop another.
- No spoilers in your prompts for at least seven days after air; if there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold in the subject line and leave at least three spaces.
- As a former codeslinger, I beg you to please do be kind to our codemonkeys and format your prompts correctly, like so:
Devil May Cry, Dante or Nero, "How do you dye your hair?"
tag=faq
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 12:27 pm (UTC)Something I Don't Know
Date: 2010-10-14 04:29 pm (UTC)~*~
Penelope Garcia looked up, startled, from her computer screens. It was rare for her to have visitors to her little cave; even the members of the BAU, her closest friends, either called or texted her, rather than visiting her in person.
Dr. Reid stood at the door, a look of painful uncertainty all over his face. It wasn’t an unusual look for him, but it always filled Penelope with sadness. Someone so smart shouldn’t ever have to feel so unsure.
“Dr. Reid?” she prompted. “What can I do for you today?”
He edged into the room. Gripped in his hands was a laptop, but he was holding it so close that she couldn’t see the brand.
“You know how Morgan is always asking me if there’s anything I *don’t* know, and everyone laughs, and they all call me Doctor instead of Special Agent so the law enforcement will respect me because I look so young, and they make such a big deal about the degrees and my memory and the IQ thing, even though intelligence can’t really be quantified so blithely, and it’s great, because then I never have to answer the original question they were asking in the first place, and, and …”
The words spilled out faster and faster, until Penelope stood up and reached a colorfully beringed hand out to touch his shoulder. The contact stopped him cold.
“Spencer,” she said softly, “what is it? What’s wrong?”
Silently, he handed her the laptop. She was startled to see tears forming in his eyes. “I can’t make it … go,” he stammered. “It’s something I don’t know.”
Penelope smiled gently, taking the laptop and placing it on her desk. “It’s okay,” she murmured. “It’s really okay. It doesn’t mean a thing,” she continued, as she drew him into a comforting embrace, as if he was a tall, lanky child who had fallen in a playground. “You’re still the smartest person I know, and that’s saying something. Your secret’s safe with me.”
He relaxed into the hug and whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him, “promise?” He felt rather than saw her nod. He pulled away slowly, and wiped his tears away with the back of his hand, giving her a watery smile.
“Thanks,” he said quietly, and headed out of the room.
Re: Something I Don't Know
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:27 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2010-10-14 05:00 pm (UTC)Dean sighed for the seventh time since he picked up. "Have you tried turning it off, and turning it on again?"
Castiel stared at the computer and it was still frozen on the page that Dean had directed him to. He wasn't sure he trusted this web site that wasn't even a real world. In no language was google a reliable source material.
"No Dean, I have not."
"Just do it," Dean ordered, seemingly frustrated. Dean had no reason to be frustrated. He wasn't the one who was at a standstill in research.
Castiel obliged him and already knew it wouldn't work because Sam's computer wanted to vex him. It was all very clear. This was a plot by Sam to get back at Castiel. "Dean it's not going to work--" he started but he was interrupted by the computer making a noise.
He heard Dean laugh on the other end and promptly hung up on him. He was distracting anyway.
Not OP but enjoyed all the same
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:27 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:29 pm (UTC)Home
Date: 2010-10-14 03:22 pm (UTC)Dean looked up from washing the Impala and frowned slightly at Lisa. The only reason he didn't get furious with her was the fact that she'd asked it with a tone -- and an expression -- of curiosity. "What do you mean?"
"She runs well, I know. She's beautiful, don't get me wrong -- but she's 43 years old. In car years, that's practically over the hill, no matter how beautifully maintained she is." She smiled. "And she is that. I heard her purr when you started her earlier."
Dean smiled. "Yeah, she sounded happy to be running again." He put the rag back in the bucket. "And I don't get a newer car because no newer car can be what she is to me."
"What's that?"
The smile grew. "Naps in the backseat while my father's voice purred out a song. Learning to drive and teaching Sammy to drive. Learning about life while the highway rolled beneath us." He met her eyes and his own went soft.
"She's not just a car, Lees. She's the only home I've known since I was four years old."
And Lisa finally grinned. "I understand. Could I sit in her with you?"
Dean frowned again. "Why?"
"Because -- for you, that would be taking your girlfriend home."
His arms wrapped around her -- she did understand! "Not yet," he whispered in her ear. "But soon."
Re: Home
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:31 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:36 pm (UTC)Sure, When....
Date: 2010-10-14 03:39 pm (UTC)"Yeah, I was the same way," Sam called back, a hand pushing back the curtain and groping for the 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner.
"To the left," Dean said. "No, your other left." When the bottle and hand vanished back into the shower, Dean called around his toothbrush, "Hey, are you ever gonna cut that mop?"
"What?"
"Your hair, man! Are you ever gonna cut your hair?"
"Wnat's wrong with my hair?"
"Dude, there's times I think you're a shaggy dog, I can barely see your eyes! And if you style it off your forehead, your forehead looks like it's expanding!"
"So you're saying I should have short hair with bangs."
"I'm saying it might be a good look for you."
There was a long pause, then Sam squinted out of the curtain. "Sure, I'll cut my hair."
Dean was caught out with a mouthful of water, clearly not expecting that answer. Once he got done coughing, he looked over at his smirking brother and stuttered, "You -- you will?"
"Sure!" The smirk grew into a full grin. "When you grow yours out!" He vanished back under the spray, chuckling.
Dean finished and moved to the doorway. Then he turned back. "Hey, Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"You're on."
As Dean left the bathroom, Sam's shocked sputters made him grin broadly.
Oh, it was on.
Re: Sure, When....
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 12:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 12:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 12:39 pm (UTC)Filled!
Date: 2010-11-13 05:31 pm (UTC)Arthur looked up from the file he was reading to see that Eames had moved his chair and was now sitting with his feet on Arthur’s desk.
“Don’t you have work to do?”
“It’s time for a lunch break.”
Arthur looked around to see that indeed everyone else had left. “This is what I’m talking about. It’s always all business with you. Were you like this as a child? Were you born in thousand dollar suits?”
Arthur glowered at the file he had abandoned. “What I was like as a kid is none of your business.”
Eames frowned at the bitter tone. “Sorry. I didn’t realize...”
“Not all of us were born with silver spoons, Mr Eames.”
Eames rose from his seat and moved next to Arthur. He grabbed the younger man’s shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.
“Sorry darling. Pasts don’t matter. I’m not going to push it.”
Arthur nodded.
“Now come on. I need food and you’re coming with.”
Arthur sighed but let Eames pull him up. He was grateful. He knew that he had revealed more than the question had asked and he knew he had sparked Eames’ curiosity. He also knew that Eames would respect his privacy.
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-14 12:44 pm (UTC)No fic but...
Date: 2010-10-14 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:47 pm (UTC)SPN, any angel, "Can I see your wings?"(because i was pre-empted by two seconds)
SPN, any angel, "If God is all-powerful, why does he need angels?"
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Date: 2010-10-14 07:35 pm (UTC)Gabriel glanced at Sam, eyes sharp. "Quite a question there, kiddo."
"Can you answer it?" Sam looked back, curious to the point of being reckless. That was a flaw about him that Gabriel usually found interesting, but then sometimes Sam asked questions that Gabriel didn't like dealing with.
"Of course. Simply put, we're His messengers. Officially, anyways. If Dad wanted to tell a human something, he sent us." Gabriel put his hands behind his head and tilted his chair back too far, but didn't fall.
"And?" Sam prodded. There had to be more.
"Ineffable. Look it up." Gabriel said. "We're his kids too, you know. And He never tells us everything."
"...so you don't know?" Sam asked.
Gabriel gave him another sharp look and vanished without snapping his fingers.
Sam frowned. But it did explain a lot.
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:47 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-14 12:48 pm (UTC)no subject
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