Friday - Free For All

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Hey, guys!  We survived to another Friday, so you know what that means... no theme!  Just make sure you follow our rules: 

No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt you may prompt again.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after the original air/publication date. If your response contains spoilers, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

Please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Leverage, Parker/Author's Choice, feeling pretty

White Collar/Criminal Minds, Neal Caffrey and Spencer Reid, the beginning of a beautiful friendship

Note: Please 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! (note stolen shamelessly from havenward)

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[sheryden.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Chris/JDM, Sometimes Jeff doesn't know whether he's Chris's lover of his father

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Parrish/Lorne, A quiet picnic for two on the mainland, with no distractions to bother them.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Doctor Horrible's Sing-Along Blog, Billy/Penny, What if Billy/Doctor Horrible had found an alternate way to take down Captain Hammer that left Penny alive and in his arms?

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

SPN, Team Free Will (any pairings), love while you can

[krystalicekitsu.livejournal.com]

SGA, John's team, tsunami

[just-chiara.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, I've found a reason for me to change who I used to be, a reason to start over new, and the reason is you. (The Reason, Hoobastank)

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

NCIS, any, And can you kneel before the king and say, ‘I’m clean, I’m clean?’ (Blank White Page, Mumford and Sons)

Damon Werth, post-Jack Knife (part 1)

[gladdecease]

Damon does his best to take care of Heatherton's family. He tells Heatherton's daughter that he was a hero, tells his wife that he died because he was a good person. He's the strong, silent figure in the background at his funeral, giving the two of them a chance to grieve without needing to worry about picking up the pieces after. He can do that.

One of Tony DiNozzo's college friends runs a short distance shipping company out of Cleveland, needs a couple drivers to do emergency runs, often late at night and at high speeds. It's not unlike what he would have been doing with Heatherton for Szwed, if on a smaller scale. It keeps him close to Heatherton's family, so he can make sure they're safe, that he's repaying his debt to the man properly.

Two years pass that way.

He gets kind of antsy towards the end of the first year. Damon hasn't had a steady job this long that didn't involve wearing Kevlar and gun holsters since he was a kid. He's not used to the calm of it all.

It doesn't help that he still has dreams - okay, call them what they are, he still has nightmares - where he's a marine again, back in the field, saving Heatherton. He wakes up panting, adrenaline rushing through him, and the urge to shoot something, or punch something, or just hurt something is nearly overwhelming. He wants to get up and run, get away from this damned peace, find a place where he can fight for his life.

Looking at Heatherton's daughter helps him resist, but only just.

At the end of his second year in Cleveland, almost to the day, Heatherton's wife announces that they're moving, and she doesn't want him following them again. Apparently, he's no longer welcome. She says that Damon's become a symbol of her dead husband, a living ghost haunting her. That she wants to move on. Please, Damon, she says. You've done enough for us, and for my husband. Let us live for ourselves now.

He can't say no to that.

So she leaves, and the job that was tolerable before quickly becomes unbearable. A bad night's sleep and an accompanying nightmare leave him tense and distracted at the wheel, and he nearly crashes more than once. He gives his two weeks notice the minute he's done with the trip and starts looking for work back out east. He can't stay in Cleveland anymore, but he'd rather be somewhere familiar than not, so he focuses his search on the DC area.

Damon goes through a half dozen dissatisfying job interviews before what he's really looking for in DC becomes obvious to him. He applies for a probational position at NCIS, knowing his odds are shaky. He's helped them out a couple times, but between their first meeting and his dishonorable discharge he worries that his recent helpfulness won't be enough.

He gets a call the day after he puts his application in. It's from Gibbs.

[samueljames]

Firefly, Mal/Simon, making up after a fight.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, the first time Jack stays over at Ianto's.

[fluffmonkey.livejournal.com]

Ianto's not the sort of man who engages in any kind of personal activity lightly. Jack's known that for almost as long as he's known the quiet, efficient Welshman. He always stood apart from the rest of them at Torchwood, and while Jack found it strange, considering how hard he'd fought to be given a place, perhaps it made sense. He could tell that he was still barely recovering from some grand personal tragedy, probably to do with his involvement with Torchwood One.
Under the circumstances, getting personally involved like the rest of them, what various office romances and friendships, would seem overwhelming. Jack could understand that. He'd lost far more than his fair share of people. He himself had shut down for a month when he saw Rose's name on the list of the dead from Canary Wharf.
What really intrigued him was how Ianto had always reacted to him. He'd known just when to flirt from day one, and whether that was purely to get the job so he could help Lisa or because he was actually interested, it kept Jack guessing.
Ianto was good at that, managing never to reveal his innermost thoughts even when Jack was hilt deep in that exceptionally fine ass of his. It was all lust and passion, then cool civility, sometimes a lazy contentment that seemed almost bittersweet, but never anything that would give Jack any evidence that he was more than just a good fuck. Not that Jack minded in the usual way, if that was all it was, then he could live with that.
But that first time Ianto asked Jack to stay at his place? That was when Jack knew he'd won the younger man's heart, and Jack made damn certain to let Ianto know he'd long since won his.

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck/Casey, something small that Casey does for Chuck which is romantic by Casey's usual standards. (au with no Sarah relationship please)

[samueljames]

Star Trek, Pike/Kirk/McCoy, spoiling Len on his birthday.

[samueljames]

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, it's all going great until Colby realises that Charlie doesn't trust him not to cheat. Colby is entirely innocent and angry/hurt at the lack of trust.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

SGA/SG-1, John/Cam, "You wrote me a poem?"

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, Taking a bath together.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten(/any), Nightmare.

10, Donna. Set immediately after the episode Midnight

[fluffmonkey.livejournal.com]

Time Lords didn't need as much sleep as humans, as various companions had noted over the years. An hour or two of sleep every couple nights and he was fine, unlike humans who sometimes slept literally half the day.
When circumstances demanded that they get much less than their standard they'd spend the day tired and irritable, all the more so due to the Doctor's smugly superior looks. Much like the idea of having only one heart, the idea of sleeping so much was absolutely alien.
But even for him, this was insane. Donna watched with increasing concern as he wandered around the TARDIS, for once not rambling on about the next trip, not bouncing around pestering her or buried in wires doing maintenance. He'd tried to act normal during that last day on Midnight, but he hadn't quite managed to pull it off, and Donna had insisted they head back to the TARDIS. A vacation in the sun was less important than the Doctor's peace of mind.
She'd hoped that leaving would help, but it hadn't seemed to make much difference. Her heart ached to see him so... aimless. He didn't seem to want to stop moving at all-not that it was particularly unusual. What was strange is it lacked purpose. She'd never before seen him do anything that could be defined as aimless. He wasn't talking much either-as if he was afraid that if he did, his voice would once again be stolen.
But by far the most worrisome was the night a little over a week later when she'd finally convinced him to try and get some sleep. She woke up a few hours later to the sound of him screaming.
She rushed into his room, not even bothering with a dressing gown. He was thrashing about on the bed, yelling and begging and crying. She hesitated only for a moment before seating herself on his bed and reaching over to stroke his hair. She remembered hearing somewhere that it was dangerous to wake a dreamer, but under the circumstances she was more concerned about him hurting himself.
"Doctor." she called, "Wake up, Doctor." After a moment's thought, she decided against shaking him for fear of getting smacked.
He continued thrashing and shouting for a bit longer as Donna urged him awake, but she could see him calming down and by the time his eyes came open he'd mostly settled down.
"Oh. Hello, Donna. I don't suppose you're here because I had such a long and peaceful rest you were concerned I'd died." He said, looking vaguely embarrassed.
She snorted. "Not hardly. You were screaming and thrashing hard enough I thought you were gonna hurt yourself."
"Right." He looked away, noticing then that he'd ended up with his head in her lap. He colored and sat up. "Any chance I can get you to forget about that little incident?"
The look she gave him was pure stubbornness. "None whatsoever."
He nodded. "Well then. I assure you I am just fine, no harm done. Just a nightmare."
"Just a nightmare?" She repeated, incredulous, "Doctor, you looked like you were fighting for your life."
He sighed. "Maybe I was. In the dream. It's a nightmare, Donna. Nothing more."
She rolled her eyes. "Do you think I'm dense, spaceman? Just because it was a nightmare doesn't make it harmless. You haven't slept in a week. Why? Because you were afraid you'd dream?"
"No." he said firmly, but the lie fell apart under Donna's harsh look. "Yes. Maybe? I don't know. It happens sometimes."
He tried and failed to be casual as he continued. "The things I've done, the things I've seen... I've spent so much time alone with it Donna, how could I not have bad dreams?"
The look she gave him was full of sympathy. She pulled him in for a hug. "That's why I'm here, Dumbo. You're not alone. Not anymore. You've got me."
He collapsed into the hug, stiffening a bit. "Donna..."
She nudged him gently. "No, don't 'Donna' me. Look. You are hurting. A bad thing happened to you, and you're having issues dealing. That's fine, it happens, but instead of talking to me and working things out you've turned yourself into a ghost." She held him out from her so she could look him firmly in the eyes. "Doctor, let me help you. You said it yourself, remember? Sometimes you need someone. Times like now."
He opened his mouth to argue, then closed it again, a strange smile spreading across his face. "Times like now." he agreed, letting her hug him again. "Thank you."

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Truth or Dare.

[crimson-antics.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Team, Going to a concert.

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & Sam, "did you just say alien death spiders?"

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Christian & Steve, why is your hair that colour?

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS, Christian/Steve, Steve really like the guyliner Eliot sported in The Runway Job

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Steve Carlson/Jared Padalecki, Steve has a thing for Jared's dimples

[just-chiara.livejournal.com]

RPS, Matthew Gray Gubler/Shemar Moore, This picture (http://twitpic.com/48bpg5).

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Reboot, Jim Kirk. A completely different kind of man confronted Jim in that seedy Iowa bar, and instead of going off to the academy he becomes a space pirate.

(kudos if he ends up saving earth anyways.)

heroic tendencies—who knew? - Jim&Bones&Spock, AU, gen

[tigriswolf]

(So, um, there is room for major backstory here. If you want to know more about it, instead of this tiny little snapshot, just ask.)


He'd figured, when he thought about it at all, that he'd only ever return to Earth shackled and for execution. He'd left the dirtball behind to take on the stars that killed his father and ruined his mother, that stole his future in less than an hour.

But here he is, hero of the Federation. Savior of Earth.

Pardoned for everything and offered a new job.

"They know I was a prisoner, right?" he whispers to the doc, and McCoy gives him a blistering look.

"They are well aware," the angry half-Vulcan replies. "Unfortunately..." He can't even bring himself to say it and Jim grins.

"Just shut up, kid," McCoy mutters.

Jim thinks that he should take over starships more often, if it leads to a homecoming like this.

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, thieves’ cant.

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Leverage, team, sometimes when they’re not wearing comms, they forget the others can’t hear when they’re mumbling.