Thursday 12/16/10 - Resurrection
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comment_ficWell this is my final day as guest host. I hope you like the themes I presented during the truncated week and hopefully I'll do better next time.
Today's theme is Resurrection. Whether it's to revive a character you killed off yesterday, set right a canon death so that a cherished character lives, or rekindling a romance or friendship, let's try to have some themes/stories where something revives.
Just remember to follow the rules
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Torchwood, Jack, No matter how many times he revives, it hurts.
Star Trek XI/Star Trek: TOS, Jim Kirk (XI), Montgomery Scott (TOS), when thrown into the original universe, Jim meets a much older Scotty, who looks like he's seen a ghost.
Charmed, Prue and Piper/Leo, Leo managed to save both sisters at the end of "All Hell Breaks Loose."
Of course if today's theme doesn't suit your mood/interest your muses, there's always the Lonely Prompts.
tag= resurrection
*minor editing for slight typing fail*
Today's theme is Resurrection. Whether it's to revive a character you killed off yesterday, set right a canon death so that a cherished character lives, or rekindling a romance or friendship, let's try to have some themes/stories where something revives.
Just remember to follow the rules
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Torchwood, Jack, No matter how many times he revives, it hurts.
Star Trek XI/Star Trek: TOS, Jim Kirk (XI), Montgomery Scott (TOS), when thrown into the original universe, Jim meets a much older Scotty, who looks like he's seen a ghost.
Charmed, Prue and Piper/Leo, Leo managed to save both sisters at the end of "All Hell Breaks Loose."
Of course if today's theme doesn't suit your mood/interest your muses, there's always the Lonely Prompts.
tag= resurrection
*minor editing for slight typing fail*
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Date: 2010-12-16 08:27 am (UTC)Boom.
Date: 2010-12-16 09:42 am (UTC)No spoilers, unless you haven’t seen Torchwood or Dr Who with Jack at all. In which case, why are you reading this?
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There are some things the body isn’t meant to take. A car going ninety miles an hour to the head. A steel beam in the gut. A vacuum for any amount of time. It’s not so much that they can’t, really, but that they shouldn’t. See, when the body gets hit, it tears, it stretches, it breaks. And such reactions mean pain. Well, not really.
See, when someone gets pulled into a vacuum, they don’t really feel it. Because it’s a pretty quick death, one that you aren’t really conscious for. But if you DIDN’T die from it, it’d be really painful. One, the air in your lungs will make them burst inside your chest. Of course, this will cause you to become unconscious after a few seconds, with no oxygen to the brain. Areas where air or other gasses gather, such as your stomach, act in remarkably the same manner. The water starts to leave you very quickly, from everywhere, which makes you swell up FAR more than any person ever should.
In short, your body becomes a mess fairly quickly. And were you not unconscious, or dead, it would be rather painful and leave some rather nasty problems.
They pulled Jack back inside the TARDIS, the poor blue box still crying in what can only be called pain from the attack. How was anyone able to lock on and give the old girl a graze like that?! The missile had flown from the round red ship and hit the corner of the TARDIS, causing it to tilt, the doors to pop open, and Jack to slide right out into space. His momentum had been so quick, it had taken him not only out of the protective oxygen barrier, but a good distance away from the cringing vehicle. With his life, his companion’s life, the TARDIS’ life, in danger, the Doctor had to find a way to avoid the second missile before going back for Jack. A whole minute and thirty seconds had passed since he had slid out of the door before he was pulled back inside.
They knew he’d be okay, so they dragged him under the console where he couldn’t get in the way or slide out again, and left him be. He regained life before his body was fully healed, it always did. And it was always painful. To feel your lungs stitching themselves back together from the shattered bits that were all over your chest, to have your face un-swell as water and gas re-entered your body, to experience your intestines and diaphragm rearrange themselves and let you breathe. By the time Jack sucked in a lungful of air, the pain was starting to go away. But it wasn’t one he was going to forget. How could anyone forget exploding from the inside?
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Date: 2010-12-16 08:28 am (UTC)Fill: "Waffles", G
Date: 2010-12-24 08:00 am (UTC)"Daddy, why do you always order waffles when we come here?"
Daniel looked up at his youngest child. Physically, Vivienne was practically Vala's double, pigtails and all, except for her blue eyes. But, as her mother kept reminding him, their daughter's personality was all Daniel. At the age of five, she could speak seven languages, including Goa'uld, and often helped her father with his translations.
She was gazing at him over her strawberry-covered pancakes, head tiled as she waited for an answer.
He smiled. "Maybe I just like waffles."
Vivienne arched one eyebrow. "Daddy, don't be silly."
Daniel sighed. He had never lied to his children— bent the truth sometimes, but never lied— and he wasn't about to start now.
"When I was a little older than you, Viv," he said, "my parents, your grandparents, were in an accident at their museum and they died. And my grandfather, your Great-Grandpa Nick, brought me to this diner and told me that he wasn't going to be able to take me to live with him. And I had waffles."
Vivienne tilted her head the other way, thinking hard. "So..." she said, slowly. "You had waffles when Great-Grandpa Nick told you bad news. Why do you eat them now?"
"Because," Daniel told her with a smile. "Many, many years later, your mother brought me to this diner and told me that we were going to have your big sister, Zoë. And I had waffles."
"Mommy made waffles a good thing, then," said Vivienne. "She can make almost anything more fun."
"Yes, she can," Daniel agreed. "Even waffles."
"Yep. But I still like pancakes better."
He laughed. "Well, you'd better eat up, then. Because I've got a translation to do, and I'm going to need an assistant."
Vivienne grinned broadly. "You can count on me, Daddy."
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Date: 2010-12-16 08:32 am (UTC)FILLED: RESTART
Date: 2010-12-16 01:36 pm (UTC)The golden glow was fading, easing into the walls, and he realised what had happened. The regeneration energy had leeched into his baby, making her whole and rebuilding her.
Second time he'd cheated death by regeneration. Things to still do, then.
First of all, he put out the fire.
Second, he got himself some fresh clothing.
Third, he set his golden hued TARDIS to set outside of a certain house.
Donna had been right. He needed someone to stop him.
And with all the regeneration energy humming through her, the TARDIS was a massive healing machine for the next 12 hours.
He needed someone.
He needed her.
But first, he needed to heal the wounds he had inflicted on her in a misguided attempt at mercy.
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It hurt.
Sam dragged him from one doctor to another, had him examined by Castiel and some other angels names of which Nick didn’t bother to remember, had even brought Crowley in once, and everyone had said the same thing. Everything was in order, everything was alright.
No one knew what was the cause of his pain, no one knew what hurt him.
It was hard to describe or explain, this pain. It was like nothing he had experienced before, and he had seen and felt so much when Lucifer had been wearing him.
Back then he had thought he couldn’t hurt more.
He knew better now.
No painkiller was working on him; no human, angelic or demonic one. No spell. Sam was very persistent in looking for anything that would decrease his pain, and Nick was pretty sure they had already tried everything that could have been tried.
Then there was that girl.
Brown hair now wet with blood and sweat, tanned skin pale with fear, and green eyes wide with pain. Another victim of some monster that shouldn’t be there. Nick looked in her eyes, knowing there was no way they could help her, not at this stage, not when this thing had already bitten her, and his pain got even more excruciating. Because she was lying there in her blood because of him, because if he hadn’t said yes, maybe Sam and Dean would have had more time, maybe things would have gone differently, maybe this girl wouldn’t be laying on the floor of her own house, bitten by an ancient Mayan demon that before never got outside Yucatan jungle.
No matter how many times Sam kept repeating it wasn’t his fault, that Lucifer would have find another way in, that it was Sam’s fault to start with, because he was the one that freed Lucifer’s from his cage, Nick knew better. The responsibility fell on him too.
And when he looked up, he saw understanding dawning on Sam’s face, saw the mirror of his own pain in Dean’s eyes.
“It gets better with time,” Sam said, not looking at the girl.
Nick knew it was lie.
But he still appreciated Sam saying it.
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Date: 2010-12-16 09:48 am (UTC)Penny was easy to bring back, but the love the three of them had, well, that was the challenge."
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Date: 2010-12-20 09:22 am (UTC)He let out an audible "oof!" and was surprised to find out that it was Barney holding him so tightly that he felt on the brink of death (again). What was even more surprising was how they were in public, even though the last thing Barney had said before storming out was something akin to "You've obviously made the wrong choice if you think I'm the kind of person you can be nauseating with out in the open."
And now here they were, outside a burning building, with Ted smiling a goofy smile and Barney not hesitating to hug him, even with all those staring bystanders. His gray suit was probably black by now after being in close contact with all the soot from Ted's burnt clothes.
It seems like today was full of surprises: Barney had buried his face into Ted's neck, and was sort of sobbing without tears (in normal Barney fashion), trying to say something.
"I love you. I'm s-- I'm sorr-"
"I don't need to hear it," he whispered, rubbing Barney's back. Barney had said the penultimate he had vowed never to say, and Ted had just stopped him from saying the very last.
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