Thursday: Vacation

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

We've reached Thursday, which means it's my last day as your host. I've had a blast and I hope you have too. We're going to finish the week off by going on vacation. All-inclusive 5-star resorts or dumps with cockroaches? Relaxing by the pool or sight-seeing?

Please just remember:

• Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).


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• Take the monkeys into consideration when writing your prompt. If the prompt is too long, it becomes very hard to record it properly in the archive. Fics are also meant to be comment sized! If you get very inspired, that's ok, but long detailed prompts deserve long detailed stories, and that's not what we're about. Thank you!

And, as ever, the correct format for prompts is as follows
Criminal Minds, Rossi & Hotch, you do remember what a vacation is, don't you?
Quantum Leap/Chuck, Sam Beckett, family vacation with the Bartowskis

If today's round of h/c doesn't take your fancy, please remember there's always the Lonely Prompts

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[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Rossi & Hotch, you do remember what a vacation is, don't you?

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Quantum Leap/Chuck, Sam Beckett, family vacation with the Bartowskis

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Captain Jack Harkness, Disneyland

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Steve enforcing vacation time

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, San Diego Comic Con

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Garcia, he's sick and she will enforce his "vacation"

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

Young Avengers, Kate/ (or &) Eli, it's only a vacation from their relationship

Why Can't We Be Friends?

[jazzypom.livejournal.com]

With a push, Kate took to the ice, her footwork light and quick, as she etched patterns in the ice underfoot, face glowing, hair blowing in the wind. Tommy's right there, on the ice, waiting for her, and in a neat move he grabs her by her hand and pulls her to him.

"Tommy." Kate laughs in that way she does. Never giggles, just that low laugh edged with something that he can't put his hand on. A blink and they are swallowed by other bodies jostling for space on the ice rink.

"Hey, Eli, you came."

Eli, is jolted out his thoughts. Nate sits beside him - Nate- who they sent to the future and he's now here and.

"Yeah, just-" Eli makes a show of tugging at his laces and tightening his skates.

"You and Kate, huh? Who'd have thunk it? That girl you saw on the corner of-"

"Oh man," Eli laughs, as he presses his hands to his face. "So much happened since you left."

"Well, yeah. I was going to ask Cassie for a turn on the ice. But if you want, we could bring the place down with our interpretation of New York, New York."

"You're all heart," Eli replies. "But no, Romeo, let me not stop your flow."

"You're a poet, and don't know it." Nate says before they both break up with laughter, and Eli is so glad that Nate's back. But before he says it, Nate's off and skimming across the ice.

With a push, Eli's on the ice too. He contents himself with doing lemons, basic diagonals, and watching the world whiz by. In the blur of bodies and faces, it's Kate's that he sees, and he always wants to tell his stupid heart to get over it, because he and Kate - well. It's over now.

"Eli," Kate skates in time to the song. "You came."

"It's a Young Avenger's outing, I saw it on your twitter and-"

"You're still a Young Avenger, Eli," she says, her voice carrying even though she isn't shouting, and the music is loud.

If Eli had the words, he'd say things, give voice to the feelings that crouch on his tongue, ready to take flight, but it's hard, and this is hard, and not for the first time, he wonders why he's here. Kate looks at him, her hair up and off her shoulders in a pony tail, and the jacket she's wearing matches her eyes. But all he says is, "Billy's my friend too. I had issues with how stuff was handled, and our throwing our lot in with Magneto, but he's my friend. As well as Nate and Cassie and even Tommy. If me coming here is going to be awkward, just because I'm a Young Avenger despite everything and not because I'm a friend-"

"And me."

"What about you?"

"I'm still your friend. Just because we decided to take a vacation from the heavy stuff, doesn't mean that we're still not friends."

"Kate-" Eli shakes his head, almost wants to laugh, but his breath catches in his throat. "It's... this'll be too hard."

Kate gives a quick, sharp nod. "I know. But, we can do it, right, because we're Young Avengers. Don't pull away, Eli. Don't be suddenly busy like you were when we went to the Avenger's Mansion without you. Or coming up with excuses not to hang with us, or just-" she stops, her lips trying to curve into a smile that doesn't really reach her eyes. "Let's try a different tack this time, and be friends. Don't leave."

"Okay," Eli says, and it's the hardest thing he's had to say, since he got rumbled with MGH and had to leave the team. The decision to stay and to work around this- them- will be hard. But they are friends and it will stick, no matter how bruised his heart gets.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Island Paradise in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Island

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Evan stretched out, feeling the sun on his skin. "Not bad, huh?"

"No. Not bad at all. Look at all the diverse life on this tiny island!" David said, looking at the plants.

"I didn't bring you here to work..." Evan scolded gently.

"Good point, but... There's so much stuff here..." David said reluctantly as Evan gave him a *look*. He laid down next to Evan and tried to relax.

Evan reached over and slid a hand over his cock.

"Oh."

"See how much more fun this is?" Evan asked as he lightly stroked his hand across the bulge in his shorts.

"I do see your point, Evan... Now please, don't tease me like this..."

"You got it, David," Evan told him, pulling David's cock out and starting to suck as they enjoyed the island paradise of MR8-898

[ryuutchi.livejournal.com]

DCU, Steph/Cass, It never gets old-- as soon as she's convinced Cass to go on a holiday a crisis comes up

[just-chiara.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid, "It's a vacation, you're supposed to relax."

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, a furlough from the war.

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

Little Women ; Jo/Laurie ; When they were young, Laurie and Jo used to plan the world trip they would take together -- Jo with the certainty that it would never come to pass, and Laurie with the hope that it just might.

[tigriswolf]

White Collar/NCIS, Neal&Tony, amusement parks and poems

[tigriswolf]

SG-1/A-Team movieverse, Daniel/Face (Jack/Daniel&Hannibal/Face) they knew each other as kids and still meet up whenever possible

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock (BBC)/DCU, Sherlock&Batman, "Really, Mr. Wayne. Give us a challenge."

filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

"Really, Mr. Wayne. Give us a challenge." Sherlock said as he glowered at the caped form crouching on the balcony railing of his hotel room.

It's the slight tensing of the shoulder and the narrowing of Batman's eyes that tell him he's right and he grins, despite the fact that Batman looks like he's about to attack.

"What are you doing here?" Batman growled.

"I'm sure you've heard of this thing called a 'vacation'?

Well, John had been invited to that medical whatever you're hosting this week and I invited myself along.

London's gotten so boring since Moriarty blew himself up, and your criminals are somewhat interesting. I thought I'd wander around and see what kind of trouble I could get into." Sherlock threw on his coat with a dramatic swirl and opened the door.

Pausing, he looked back and grinned.

"You cut yourself just there," he said indicating the cut. "And you need something that doesn't show the shape of your eyes quite so much. Together with your build and musculature it's not hard to guess who you are."

Sherlock only grinned later when he got back to the suite and John asked him how he had managed to piss off Lestrade when he was on the other side of the ocean.

Sherlock wondered if whomever was Batman's contact in the local police department knew who he really was.

He doubted it.

With the exception of Commisioner Gordon, they all seemed to be about the level of Anderson.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, sometimes he travels the world just looking for places that make him feel young

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

The constellations have changed since he was young.

Cassiopeia is missing the largest gem in her diadem, the rabbit that the hunter hold in his hand is missing it's eye and Libra has lost it's stacks of salt and gold. He could give other examples but they just make him feel old.

He remembers the rise of Greece, the fall of Pompei. he remebers being a servant in the house of the earliest recorded Chinese emperors.

He remembers the flood that covered the world and how his wife died in childbirth while they waited for the water to recede enough to get off the ark.

He likes the mountains and the oceans because they make him feel young. He can almost feel them watching him with ancient, amused eyes; thinking "look at this child, playing at being such a great age!"

He travels almost constantly, first because of people's fear and hatred that inevitably comes when he doesn't age. Then because they try to make him a god, after all a god cannot die can it?

He has killed many of his younger siblings who tried to make themselves gods and ended up as tyrants and terrors.

Now he travels because the cities that grow and dies so fast just make him sad.

So he hikes up mountains and sails around the world, looking for a place he feels truely young.

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock (BBC), author's choice, what exactly happened in Florida with the late Mr. Hudson?

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, AU - Arthur gives his personal secretary the day off, but then he gets so bored at the office that he finds out where Merlin's spending his mini-vacation & drops in unannounced

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Well, now you're the recipient of a big old bunch of Merlin fic cliches. Sorry for this one too, this is pretty silly.

Arthur sipped his coffee and winced. Nobody made coffee like Merlin. Why did he give him the day off, today of all days? Obviously that was temporary insanity. On the day he had the meeting with Castle Keep, his biggest client. Holy crap, what was he thinking?

He sighed and pushed the button on the intercom. “Bridget, do you have the Castle Keep file? I think Merlin keeps it in the top drawer. Under ‘C’.” Obviously, but Bridget hadn’t shown herself to be the sharpest tool in the box. She arrived at 10:00, having forgotten to adjust her clock to Daylight Savings Time.

Merlin. Arthur mused for a moment on his personal secretary. He’d been working for him for a year and had surprisingly proved himself indispensable. Things hadn’t started out that well, with Merlin pushing a file cart into Arthur, causing his coffee to spill all over the Castle Keep files. Merlin had spent a month recreating them, after Arthur decided to promote him to his personal secretary. It had nothing to do with the dimples in his cheeks or the deep blue of his eyes. Nothing whatsoever. He kept telling Morgana that, but she refused to believe him. Merlin’s résumé was impressive, despite his difficulty in manoeuvring down an office hallway.

He wondered what Merlin was doing today. Merlin had only given him hints of his personal life. That one time Arthur had taken him to lunch when he gave him a raise, and that other time Morgana had invited them both for drinks. She’d made strange faces at him the whole time, with little mysterious gestures toward Merlin. He still couldn’t figure out what she was on about.

Merlin had said he was just going to relax today, maybe do a few errands, and have lunch with a friend. Friend. Arthur tried not to wonder too much who the friend was. It was really none of his business. He remembered hearing Merlin on the phone a few times to someone who sounded like a friend. Merlin had been laughing and his colour was high. His eyes were sparkly too. Not that Arthur ever noticed that kind of thing. He was too busy with his important clients.

Arthur tried to concentrate on some of the files he needed to go through for the Castle Keep meeting. But his mind kept wandering to Merlin. What kind of friends did he have anyway? Merlin had invited to a party at his flat, once. And he’d mentioned a roommate. Bill, was that his name? Arthur couldn’t quite remember, but apparently he was overly fond of Guinness and never cleaned the bathroom. Arthur had been busy with a client dinner that night and couldn’t go.

Somehow the scent of Merlin’s soap seemed so much more interesting to think about than Castle Keep’s profit and loss statement. Arthur sighed and had another sip of weak, watery coffee. He bet anything that Merlin liked those fruity soaps instead of something manly and bracing.

The meeting was interminable and god-awful boring. He made his presentation at the beginning and after that he could relax. Uther’s voice droned on and on and the numbers soon swam before Arthur’s eyes. It wasn’t long before he was discreetly texting Merlin. After five texts, he gave up. Why didn’t Merlin text him back? OK, he was supposed to be having a day off, but really, how did he know Arthur wasn’t having an emergency? “What are you wearing right now?” and “What kind of coffee beans do you use?” didn’t exactly exude an air of urgency, but still. Arthur needed him. To, um, be there for general support, yeah, that was it. Bridget just didn’t know where things were.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, Danny spends enough damn time outdoors in this "vacation paradise", so when he & Steve get a (frankly miraculous) few days off, he insists they spend it entirely indoors (preferably in bed)

[alba17.livejournal.com]

OK, this really isn't very good, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to quickly flex some writing muscles.

The waves lapped soothingly at Danny’s feet and the sunset was worth the price of a few movie tickets. But Danny scowled and let go a big sigh.

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked, digging his toes into the sand, a hand in the pocket of his blue board shorts.

“Nothing.”

“That sigh means something. I can tell from the look on your face.”

“There’s no look. I swear. Hand on my mother's secret lasagne recipe.”

Steve touched him low on his back, his large hand spread over the dip above his ass. “Danno,” he said, in an intimate, insinuating tone, that one word loaded with a freight of intimate knowledge.

“Okay.” Danny’s eyes slid from the beauty of the sunset into the blue-green-grey, whatever color Steve’s eyes were, he was still trying to figure that out. He’d spent no small amount of time secretly staring at them. “Do we have to spend these few days we have free, and I’m expecting a call any minute, just so you know...outside in this, okay, I’ll admit it’s beautiful, but I see this all the time. It’s paradise, but it’s boring. Every day the same... but, and I emphasize, it’s a big but...” He slid his arm around Steve’s waist and pulled him in. “There’s something else I don’t get to see too often.” He pressed his lips to his partner’s and sneaked a couple of fingers under his shirt to the bare skin underneath. “That’s you. Naked.” Steve opened his mouth to protest. “Okay, I know what you’re going to say, I see you without your shirt on all the time, but I wanna see you naked. All over.” He slipped a tongue between Steve’s lips. “Where I can get my hands on you.” He nipped Steve’s bottom lip. “For a long, long time. Without interruption.” He plucked Steve’s cell phone out of his back pocket and threw it in the ocean while Steve gaped like a fish.

“Yeah, babe. I’m serious. No communications. Because that’s the only way I gonna get to truly experience this fine specimen here.” He traced the clavicle exposed by Steve’s shirt with his fingertip and leaned in to nuzzle the side of his face. “You’re like a fine wine. You need to be sipped at leisure to be truly appreciated. Because otherwise you’re too busy gerryrigging bizarre jungle weapons of mass destruction and figuring out the best way to destroy someone’s constitutional rights.”

Steve was again left speechless. As usual.

“You know I’m right.” Danny took his hand and laid a trail of kisses down his jaw. “Who needs paradise when you have a bedroom all to yourself?”

Steve pulled out his car keys in record time.

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam/Gabriel + any, a day at the beach complete with sunscreen & umbrellas & huge towels & Cas taking off his 50 pounds of clothes & replacing them with swim trunks

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, 1.17 AU - this is how their date should have gone (instead of Steve's car breaking down after 9 miles)

[sycophantastic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison/Parker, there was no way they were ever going to vacation peacefully; they all get way too antsy between jobs as it is

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It starts when the hotel's computer system goes down, only for it to play random burts of music over the intercom any time someone hit the L key. Hardison is seen to occaisionally rock out whenever this happens.

Then there is the night that someone "mysteriously" blows up the car of that particularly snotty concierge. Luckily it was rigged to blow when he used the remote access button on his key chain and it was a very small explosion, so no one was hurt and he only had to replace his engine.

No one ever connects the explosion to the doe-eyed blonde he had so odiously been pursuing.

The straw that breaks the camel's back, though, is when Elliot locks the head Chef in one of the closets down the hall from the kitchen and, sick of the man's utter lack of talent, presents a feast for the guests that has many of them chattering happily about how the hotel really should do everything they could to keep the new chef.

That would have been ok, if it wasn't for the fact that the head Chef was also the owner of the hotel and quite proud of his skill in the kitchen.

After all the other things tha thad been happening he demanded they leave immediately and put them on the permanant ban list.

It wasn't the most peaceful vacation but then, who wanted peaceful?

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, Jane(/any), For just one day he didn't think about Red John at all.

[ruuger]

The Mentalist, any, "Fine wine. Lovely weather. No Patrick Jane."

[nocowardsoul]

Little Women, Emil/Mary, vacation for a sailor means coming home

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

The sun was just setting, and the soft breeze held the promise of just the kind of crisp autumn night that Mary loved. The air smelled of frost, and grass, and apples, though the salty sea scent still clung to her hair and dress. Emil’s hand was on the small of her back, and they both tread heavily down the path towards their home, still getting used to the disorienting sensation of a ground that didn’t move beneath their feet.

Had there been any passersby to watch the happy couple as they returned home, they would have thought it a very sweet sight indeed. Many hours spent under the sun had darkened Emil’s skin and lightened his hair, and Mary had a glow of robust good health that was very nice to see in a young woman. There was talk and laughter; one would begin a fragment of one of the nautical songs they both loved, and the other would continue or try to get the other off coarse with a different tune entirely. This game continued until they both reached home, and Mary was the victor, for by the time that they opened the door they were singing her favorite song in unison.

They had a small wooden house where the flowers grew wild in the garden, for most of the time nobody was about to tend them. It was dusty now, having been left alone for several empty months. As Emil’s eyes adjusted to the darkness within he could see their shelves, sparse with a few books and several treasures picked up on their many journeys.

A much sweeter sight was Mary’s lithe form, moving about the room.

“It’s good to be home,” she said, a bit dreamily before breaking into a wry smile. “Particularly since it’s only for a week.”

Emil laughed at that. “Good trick that I don’t have a landlubber for a wife,” he said, kissing her cheek.

“Or I one for a husband! Truly, though, I am glad to be here just now. This place feels like it’s ours, for all that we’re never here, and Aunt Jo’s cooking will be a welcome change from dry bread and salt meat.”

“You’ll have to tell her that. The rest still say it’s notoriously bad.”

“Well,” said Mary, “What do you say we let some air in, then run down to see her?”

“Won’t have to. Here comes Josie running down the path now. She’ll be here by the time we throw open the hatches.”

With that he opened the front window, and called a cheerful hello to his cousin, as she came bounding towards their door.

;.;.;.;.;.;.;.;

They passed a very cheerful five days, before Emil received a telegram saying that he would be expected to set sail early the next day at four o’clock sharp. It was good that they were allotted as much time as that, for it was the day that Nat was scheduled to wed Daisy. The wedding started at nine o’clock in the morning, and that would leave them plenty of time, provided Mary and Emil stowed away their trunk somewhere near the chapel.

Parting, as ever, was bittersweet. Emil had a handshake for all of the men, and a hug for his father, and for Nat who very much deserved one given the occasion.

“Please do be careful, for our sakes,” kind-hearted Daisy whispered in Mary’s ear. The other girl’s concern caught Mary off-guard, for who else but Daisy would be so concerned for others on a day meant to be devoted to her especial happiness?

“Such a family and a home you have!” Said Mary, as she and Emil walked towards the dock. Her own family had always consisted solely of her mother and father, and she’d spent her youth too much at sea to put down strong roots such as Emil had. It baffled her at times how one such as him could leave it all behind time and time again for the sailor’s life, though she loved it every bit as much as he did.

“I will miss them,” Emil admitted, “always do, but I’m always finding little reminders of them on the way. As for home, I bring it with me. It’s wherever you are, after all.”

Overcome by this little speech, Mary took his hand in hers and squeezed it tight, and they set off together for their next adventure.