Wednesday - Almost Maybe

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Sup everyone, still firefox1490 hosting this lovely Wednesday. Continuing on with my hostly hosting duties, todays theme is:

Almost maybe, things that almost happened but didn't. Be it split second changes of heart to flashes of paths not taken.

Please forget the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill do contains spoilers, please warn accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass by.

To help the hardworking codemonekys please format your prompts as such:

Inception, Arthur/Eames, He was suppose to have taken the 3:15 train at Paddington station
DCU/Smallville, Clark/Lex, He'd tell him the truth today.
Sailor Moon, Usagi/Mamoru, This was her darkest fear come true

If nothing strikes your fancy feel free to check out the lonely prompts, they always need a bit more love.

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Inception, Arthur/Eames, He was suppose to have taken the 3:15 train at Paddington station

[osaraba]

"I can't believe you let me oversleep!"

Arthur jerked the crappy old dresser drawer open, rattling the alarm clock on top just as it blinked 15:22, grabbed two identical pairs of worn jeans, and threw them into his overnight bag.

"Calm down, we have plenty of time." Eames kicked his own already-packed bag out of the way of Hurricane Arthur and sipped his cup of red tea. The temperature was perfect for him, though a smidge too hot for Arthur. He blew on the surface of the liquid for a few moments and watched as Arthur bumped the drawer closed with his hip. He lifted up the drawer above it (the one that always got stuck if you didn't know the trick) before pulling it out and threw several t-shirts and a jumper into the bag.

"I don't. We don't. Our flight leaves in two hours, Eames, and we already missed the 3:15 at Paddington. We're going to be late and we can't afford to miss this flight, or change it, and they probably won't even let us skip to the front of the security line this time," he continued, opening drawers then slamming them closed. "I hate being late. You know how much I hate it. There's probably going to be some delay on the tracks, and we'll get there just in time, thinking we've made it." He held the bag in a tightly-fisted hand and looked around the room blankly. "But then there will be some idiotic old bald man in front of us on the security line--" (it quite amused Eames that despite not having lived in New York City for a good number of years, Arthur still said on line instead of in line) "--with five bottles of shampoo, all of them larger than 100ml, and goddammit where are my socks?!"

Eames ignored Arthur’s self-distracting tirade. Instead of responding he got up and traded the cup of tea for the duffle, pushing down on Arthur's shoulder until he gave up and sat on the bed and pouted like a little boy in dire need of a nap.

"We'll be fine, Arthur, I assure you," Eames said as he calmly opened the laundry bag on the floor in front of the tiny closet and fished out a few matching pairs of socks. "Don't worry; be happy! Now take a sip of tea; there's a lad." He ignored Arthur's glare as he went about finishing up the packing -- not that there was much to be done, despite Arthur's panic.

"There, it's all sorted now. No, no-- sit back down and finish your tea. We have time for that, at least."

"Eames--"

"We'll just call a cab. No, don't protest; we'll claim it as a business expense. It's more important that we get there on time, isn't it?"

Eames went easily when Arthur put the cup down on the dresser and tugged him over to stand between his legs. He stroked the dark hair, slightly curled at the ends since Arthur hadn't had time to slick it back, trying to send comfort through the strokes of his fingers. Arthur let out a shaky breath and he felt the warmth of the exhalation through the cloth over his stomach.

"It's going to be fine," Eames grinned now and the amusement leaked through in his voice. "I'm sure Mal will hold the baby in until we get there."

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DCU/Smallville, Clark/Lex, He'd tell him the truth today.

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Sailor Moon, Usagi/Mamoru, This was her darkest fear come true

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd, he almost called Bruce after he left Talia

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Barbara Gordon/any, three time she almost gave up and one time she did

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Young Justice, Superboy/any, sometimes he feels like a real boy

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Morgana, he thinks he can forgive her, but he's not so sure if she can do the same

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Castiel, what if he failed in retrieving the Righteous Man from Hell?

Filled: Failure

[slytherin-heart.livejournal.com]

He was a failure; this could not be denied. In all his millenia of existence, this was the most important task that he had ever been presented with - and he failed.

It was too late for him to try again; the Righteous Man had already spilled blood, and the Seal had been broken. There was no reason for him to go back, to risk his life again - and he had so narrowly escaped with it the last time. But the Righteous Man - Dean Winchester was his name - had no reason to be in Hell. And if they were to win the battle between Michael and Lucifer, Michael would need his vessel.

He steeled himself, praying to his Father that he would succeed this time and come back intact, and then he descended into the depths of Hell.

Castiel was not a failure.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any angel, back in the beginning the roles got shuffled for the archangels - instead of how it turned out we get Satan!Raphael, Warrior!Lucifer, Healer!Gabriel and Messenger!Michael.

Supernatural; gen; Michael, Messenger of God

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

Raphael had been the Father's favourite, when the world and the angels were young. But he started to question the divine plan, to argue against his Father.

The spires of Heaven quaked with God's rage when Raphael Fell.

The remaining archangels – Gabriel, the healer; Samael, the warrior; Michael, the messenger – were concerned. Their Father forbade even the mention of Raphael's name, and to do so was to be cast into the Pit with those who had Fallen.

Samael, who shone most brightly of all the host, steeled himself and resolved that not a single angel more would Fall. When God created humans, he vowed also to protect the new creatures from the perfidious influence of the Fallen. Gabriel retreated into his work also, refusing to become involved in the politics of Heaven.

As for Michael... at first he tried to continue as though nothing had happened. At first it worked, but slowly, he came to realise that he could not simply excise his lost brother from his world.

So Michael fled, leaving Heaven far behind. There were other deities, of course, and for millennia he hid himself among them, calling himself by other names. Then, one day, an angel found him.
It was only a young angel, not one of significant rank, but the angel named Castiel had found him, and said that his help was required.

And that was how Michael came to be standing in a ring of holy fire, outside which were two human brothers on a quest to save the world.

Michael closed his eyes for a second, sighed, and looked at the humans who said they needed some protection, of the kind only an archangel can provide. “Well, are you going to let me out of here...” he said expectantly, “Or am I supposed to protect you from in here?”

[tarantallegraa.livejournal.com]

Peter Pan, Peter/Wendy,

it's a shame you don't know what you're running from
would your bones have to break and your lights turn off
would it take the end of time to hear your heart's false start?

you know this is your biggest mistake

(no fic)

[tigriswolf]

What's that from?

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Do it again, and do it right this time!"

supernatural, Castiel

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Castiel can't help it. His wings are smaller than the other fledglings. He tries he really does but he keeps falling when the other fly high.

Zachariah's disapproval hangs heavy."Do it again, and do it right</> thus time," the older angel orders.

Castiel manages it, finally, because he's terrified of what would happen if he didn't.

[tarantallegraa.livejournal.com]

The Vampire Diaries, Damon/Elena,

this is the starting of my greatest fear / i'm all packed up, getting out of here / but then you call and tell me not to go / that i'm the one who put the rock n roll / in your life

[tarantallegraa.livejournal.com]

The Hunger Games, Johannah/Finnick, I would have let you leave

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, they were almost breaking regulations

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Skins, Tony/Effy, you stole the breath that i wad taking

[technicallysane.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel + Lucifer, he made the decision to go back for Gabriel just two seconds too late.

[jabber-moose.livejournal.com]

"We have to go back." Sam was already turning to re-enter Elysian Fields when Dean opened the driver's side of the Impala.

"Are you out of your mind? " Dean's voice raised. "Sam, Gabriel can hold his own. He's not that easy to kill."

"You saw what happened to the gods, Dean!" Sam snapped. "Gabriel doesn't stand a chance."

"And you do?"

"Yeah," Sam stepped inside, locking his gaze with his brother's. "Lucifer won't waste me. He needs me."

"Sam, don't-"

But Sam was already gone.


Sam hadn't felt so sure of anything in a long time, running toward the being that had killed Dean, messed with them, saved them.

He knew what it was like to run from your family, and the conflict that came with facing them.

He knew, in some weird way, that Gabriel would have pulled through for them in the same situation. The only question was...how did he distract Lucifer from killing Gabriel, or at least delay him?

say yes, Sam's irrational mindset said. Just say yes, give in. The world might have a better chance with an archangel on humanity's side. Just say yes

But Sam couldn't do that to Dean.

Say yes. Just say yes.

Instead he ran, trying to ignore the fallen bodies of the old gods sprawled in the hall, skidding on blood and God knows what else.

He yanked open the double doors, mind flashing with Gabriel's entrance, free and easy, the life of the party.

There was Lucifer and Gabriel. More than one Gabriel, actually, and when the archangel's gaze met his own, it was sad, lost, and resolved. Accepting. Surprised... Grateful that Sam had come. That someone had come for him

Gabriel flickered from sight as Lucifer drove the blade into his own brother.

Sam instinctively shielded his eyes from the blinding light, heart dropping to his stomach, throat closing up, nerves wired.

Just say yes .

When Sam opened his eyes, Lucifer was gone, and Gabriel was on the floor, the ash-gray markings of the fallen Messenger brushing the tip of Sam's shoe.

No.

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Merlin, Arthur/Morgana, the history books forgot about us, and the bible didn't mention us, not even once

you are my sweetest downfall, i loved you first

no fic, but

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I love this prompt.

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Sanctuary, Tesla, Almost as famous as Edison

Fractures

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Tesla.

Nikola Tesla.

Almost as famous as Edison.

He's arrogant, self-absorbed, egoistical and hell bend on ruling a world that isn't even his to rule.

Pathetic.

However, I find myself owing him so much. My abilities. Indeed, it was Helen, Beautiful, Angelic, Helen who pushed for the blood... but Nikola, my darling, sweet Nikola, who for all his flirting and lewd comments to my Helen, distinctly had a thing for me as well, back in those days of old. It was him that injected us, claiming to be the best one at it... It was him that gave me this blessing, this curse.

If I had not had this ability, I would've never become Jack... but without him, I never would've gone back to being... Myself.

I owe him that at least... but I'll never tell him so. It wouldn't be proper.

Tesla.

Almost as famous as Edison.

You should've been more, you twit.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, "I almost didn't wait for you" (DADT Repeal)

Confession

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

It had started over something stupid. These sorts of things usually do. They had ended up screaming at each other over nothing, something about meeting David's parents, which wasn't possible right now. For some reason, it really upset Lorne and he completely took it the wrong way. They shouted at each other, each making their own wounds. Until David said the one thing he never wanted to say.

"I almost didn't wait for you."

Evan's retort died on his lips. "Almost didn't..."

David knew he should explain, even if it killed him to do so. "Before. Before we heard... I didn't want to wait until you retired just to be with you... I don't like hiding who I am. Which is why I don't often visit my parents. I was hoping to introduce you to my Uncle, but he's in the Rain Forest right now... That's why I said no to meeting them. Because he's more my family than anyone..." he told him.

Evan nodded, his face blank. "I should... I'm on duty now..." he said as David nodded, knowing he had hurt Evan and hurt him bad. Evan left the room as David stood there, feeling numb and unable to speak.

[enigel]

Inception, Robert/Saito, he felt almost at peace with his father now

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Misfits, Simon/Alisha, you were almost my Sally

FILLED: Secrets

[summerofsoaps.livejournal.com]

Alisha knows Simon has secrets. There are things he doesn’t tell her, that he can’t or won’t say. She saw it in his eyes, the other Simon, her Simon from the future. She sees it now in this Simon too, the present incarnation, the one who still stutters and shakes and hesitates before fucking her.

She doesn’t ask because she doesn’t want to know. She loved the man and she is learning to love the boy, but there are still a million words that he could say, a million ways that he could break the illusion. So she never looks through his photos or watches his videos or asks a question if she’s afraid to know the answer.

Maybe someday they will reach a point when they are ready to give all their secrets away. Until then, Alisha knows Simon has secrets. She does too.

She never tells him how close she came, those first few weeks they started dating, to running away. She never says, “You could have been my Sally.”

But she dreams some nights that she rejected him, that he turned invisible and stayed that way, creeped through the corners of her life like a madman seeking revenge. She dreams that she chose not to give him a chance, not to try to fall in love with him, and she sees the Simon of the future disappear. She dreams that she killed him.

Alisha wakes from her nightmares sobbing. Simon holds her. He doesn’t ask why she’s crying. There are things he doesn’t want to know, either.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John & Dean, he killed Azazel instead of making a deal for Dean's life

FILLED: Turnabout (Gemini AU)

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

Dean woke up.

That's all that goes through my head. Dean woke up.

There was no need to summon the yellow-eyed sonuvabicth.

I'm glad I told him I needed a few hours to think about his offer.

I smile at my boys. I'm so happy for them. This is nearly over.

Just one more thing to do.

I go into the room and wait. He appears, with a smarmy grin. "So...you ready to seal the deal so your boy can wake up?"

"Yeah," I say, keeping my mind blank. I raise the gun as if to put it on the tray.

Then I cock it, aim and fire in one swift motion.

The expression on his face is hilarious. "You..." is all he manages to stutter out before he crashes to the ground, lit up like a Christmas tree.

I lower the gun, shaking all over.

It's over.

My family's long nightmare is over.

Dean is alive. Sammy is alive.

I'm alive.

Mary's murderer is dead at my feet.

There is still his daughter to take care of -- but we will.

You're avenged, Beloved. Just the wrap-up to take care of.

I spin on my heel and tuck the Colt away in hiding and nearly collide with Sammy as he comes down the hallway with coffee.

"Dad?" he asks, visibly confused.

"Let's go see your brother," I say, aware that there are tears of joy coursing down my cheeks. "I've got news for the both of you."

"Dad?" Dean asks when we enter the room, just as confused as his brother. The sight and sound of him -- still needing to heal a bit, but alive -- undoes me.

I drop into the chair beside his bed and take his hand in both of mine.

"Dad?" he tries again, and I nod.

"Deanie...." I see his eyes widen at the childhood nickname, and I don't care. "The last bullet...went to its intended purpose."

I can see the moment it clicks for both boys. They look at each other, then at me, and unison, "It's over?"

"It's over. Your mother's avenged."

Sammy is the one who says it. "And Jess."

"And Jess," I agree.

"Meg," Dean says, looking at Sammy, and he nods.

"So," Sammy says, his shoulders squaring. "Not quite over."

I shake my head. "All that's left is the wrap-up."

And I'm momentarily puzzled by their shared grins -- until I remember the big secret they've hid from me for nearly a year.

I'm still not quite convinced they're not dangerous like ... like that.

But they're my boys.

And I love them.

And that's really all there is to that.

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Supernatural, bobby, he almost keeps the boys from John

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Bobby's seen that look in a hunter's eyes far to many times in his life and when John finally brings the boys to see him he's terrified on their behalf.

Sammy is just a baby still, happy and gurgling like any normal one year old but Dean...

Dean is silent and his eyes are far too serious for his age. He holds Sammy to his chest like he doesn't trust Bobby or John to keep Sammy safe. His whole life is wrapped up in protecting his brother and Bobby knows that's not a good road to go down.

The worst part is that John encourages it.

"Look after your brother, Dean." He says before leaving.

Dean nods but he doesn't say a word. He watches his father drive off like he's used to it, then goes inside and makes sure there's nothing Sammy can get into that can harm him.

Bobby tries to get Dean to talk but he's shut out at every opportunity. Anything that isn't Sammy or danger is ignored. It's not healthy.

Bobby briefly considers trying to get custody of the boys but his life is hip deep in the same monsters as John's and he's never been good with kids anyways.

When John comes back for the kids a week later than he was supposed to Bobby has a word with him. It's loud and heated and ends with John basically telling him where he can stick his parenting advice but Bobby feels better about it when Dean smiles and waves at him out of the back window of the Impala.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Good omens, aziraphale/crowely, aziraphale was going to join the rebellion to be with crowely. He just decided a bit to late

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, John, he almost let his boys live

sunlight and silence - PG, gen, AU

[tigriswolf]

It breaks his heart. He survived Nam, and he survived Mary, but this, this.

Elkins had sworn up one side and down the other that he killed the last vampire a dozen years ago.

If John doesn't kill himself at dawn after burning his sons, after hunting his sons, after that fucking vampire that wasn't extinct turned Sammy and let him loose to turn Dean--if John survives till tomorrow night, he'll take a deep breath, tell Mary to wait a little longer, whisper goodbye to the best boys the world ever saw, and then he'll point his car to the north and he'll drive straight through to Colorado and the lying scum that let his boys become monsters.

If John sees tomorrow night. But Dean's out there, and Sammy, and he taught them everything they know and he loves them so much, and they wouldn't want to live like monsters, his baby boys, Mary's darlings, they wouldn't want to live like this.

He has to hunt them. He has to put them down.

And if he survives laying them to rest, then he'll go see Elkins.

And Elkins, that lying bastard--he'll pay the debt in full, for that gaping wound where the Winchester boys used to be.