Déardaoin, Renewed
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I'm ahavaelwilhouse as per usual, and this is my last day as guest host. So, today I've chosen a prompt that coud be a little more difficult: Renovation/being renewed.
That can mean two of your favorite characters are redecorating their howse, someone is turning over a new leaf, or a variety of other exciting things. So go ahead- prompt yourselves silly.
It's nice to format promts this way for our beloved codemonkeys. *pets them*
Supernatural, Sam and Dean, Boy, that motel sure needs a new coat of paint.
Star Trek: TOS, Kirk/Spock, after eighty years together, finding a way to renew their love is difficult.
And for crossovers,
Glee/High School Musical, Kurt/Troy, renewing old friendships.
Have fun!
Ahavael xoxo
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I'm ahavaelwilhouse as per usual, and this is my last day as guest host. So, today I've chosen a prompt that coud be a little more difficult: Renovation/being renewed.
That can mean two of your favorite characters are redecorating their howse, someone is turning over a new leaf, or a variety of other exciting things. So go ahead- prompt yourselves silly.
It's nice to format promts this way for our beloved codemonkeys. *pets them*
Supernatural, Sam and Dean, Boy, that motel sure needs a new coat of paint.
Star Trek: TOS, Kirk/Spock, after eighty years together, finding a way to renew their love is difficult.
And for crossovers,
Glee/High School Musical, Kurt/Troy, renewing old friendships.
Have fun!
Ahavael xoxo
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Date: 2011-05-05 01:27 pm (UTC)And some memories just won't die
Some feelings just won't leave
Oh no matter how hard you try
And I know every now and then
You still think of him
I see it in your eyes
Some memories just won't die
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Date: 2011-05-05 01:28 pm (UTC)Let me apologize to begin with
Let me apologize for what I'm about to say
But trying to regain your trust was harder than it seemed
And somehow I got caught up in between
BBC Sherlock Sherlock/John Part 1/2
Date: 2012-04-20 07:05 am (UTC)John isn't home much anymore. It's drinks with the Yarders Thursday nights, grabbing a pint with Lestrade every Saturday, brunch with Harry Sunday morning, dinner with Mycroft Tuesday, going out with his old med school buddies- Mike and a few others- every Friday, (platonic) dinners with Sarah Monday nights, and a bookclub of all things with his coworkers from the surgery every Wednesday. If he's not at the surgery, he's more likely to eat lunch with Mrs. Hudson than Sherlock, except Tuesdays and Thursdays, when he eats with his sister-in-law, and Friday, when Mycroft's secretary Alex picks him up. He even has coffee with Molly on Monday mornings.
When Sherlock confronts him about it, John insists that he isn't avoiding his flatmate. It's the truth, Sherlock realizes unhappily. John isn't seeking things to do to get him away from Sherlock, he has a full, happy life now, that doesn't include his flatmate. By his second week home, Sherlock comes to a startling revelation: there's no longer a place for him in John's life.
Lestrade is still working out getting him back on cases- the Yard is very embarrassed about their very public accusations, and they're actually making him an honorary detective, but paperwork takes time- so Sherlock has a lot of free time to hang about the flat, thinking. The conclusion he reaches is that John was better off without him. He made a new life for himself while Sherlock was gone, and now, presented with both options, he prefers that new life to his old one.
"John?" Sherlock asks one Sunday afternoon, when John is miraculously in the flat.
"Yes, Sherlock?" John says, looking up from his computer, The tone of his flatmate's voice tells him that, whatever is coming, it's very important.
"I think I should move out," he announces flatly. He doesn't want to. Baker St, with John and Mrs. Hudson, had finally felt like home. But it isn't anymore, because they went on with their lives while he was gone, and it's worse to be with people who don't need him anymore than it would be to be alone.
"Sherlock..." John says, trailing off. "Why?" he asks finally.
"I don't think there's a place for me here anymore. You've got a completely separate life now- I hardly see you at all. Which is fair, I certainly didn't expect you to wait around the flat for me to return when you thought I was dead, nor did I expect you to drop everything else when I did come back, but I'm just in the way now. This is your home, not mine," he tries to explain. It hurts, saying these things to John. He'd never had a best friend before, never expected to, but he did, and he thinks he hates Moriarty for robbing him of John more than anything.
"Sherlock, you're still a very important part of my life. Even when you were 'dead', you were still part of everything. I don't work cases with the Yard anymore, I hang out with them because I got to know them through you. I spend time with your brother and his secretary, because they were links to you, although I'm bloody furious with Myke for not telling me you were alive," John adds, seething. Sherlock isn't the only Holmes he's punched recently.
"You were what I missed most, while I was in hiding. Just being with you, the companionship of it. I sat in the safe house on my laptop, and something was missing because you weren't across the room on yours, even though we wouldn't have been talking. But you don't need that anymore. There's no room in your life now for me-" Sherlock tries to explain.
"Sherlock, that's not true," John insists. "Just sitting with you, watching TV or writing on my blog, was one of the things I missed most too. Sitting here doing those things without you to keep me company was torture, so I filled my days with other things, to distract me from what I was missing. And you're back now and I'm glad, but I suppose I'm a bit afraid to trust it and go back to the way things used to be."
BBC Sherlock Sherlock/John Part 2/2
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Date: 2011-05-05 09:22 pm (UTC)Instead of blood, there are other fluids: water, life for her crew, recycled through her body; gallons of coolant to offset insulatory space; multitudes of other liquids racing through plastic veins at need. She has a body too: a metallic hull and predatory fins. Back off, her body says, I am dangerous. But her body in the starlight is still as beautiful as it once was when it was flesh.
Eyes and ears are scanners instead of senses and her two mouths cannot taste but they can reach anywhere inside or outside her. She can shout so that her halls echo and whisper to starships light years away.
She still has claws. She is outfitted with six shredder cannons, ready to fire. They will tell stories of her, one day: a grizzly bear locked in space combat, ready to tear down worlds. She will live to inspire the rash and the foolish – all who would dare venture to space.
Her mind is different too: a tangle of wires and electric charge, unweaving the tangle of information from her sensors. She can calculate a z-space jump in under a minute and run full life support for a crew of thirty simultaneously.
And her heart is a core of molten energy.
But she is still Rachel. A human consciousness born out of ether and lost dreams and unbearable guilt and incomparable power and ascribed onto a metal body. Memory and emotion and passion all surge within her. An impossibility. A miracle.
Rachel survived the war as an idea, and now she is reborn of metal.
She has saved her crew from the One and brought her friends safely back to earth, and now Rachel has a new captain – a crew of one, the only one she wants.
[Make the jump to z-space, Rachel.]
Her viewscreen holds steady on the last shining curve of daylight over the planet below. She sees it now in pixels and gravity readouts, in sensors and mathematics.
Fifty-five seconds after the command, a bird and a spaceship fly off into space.
Haha OK this was kind of really weird and you can read this however you want, but to my mind this is part of my post-finale (semi-)fixit!verse where Rachel actually, literally, embodies the spaceship The Rachel. And sorry for the deleted comment, apparently LJ doesn't like thoughtspeak tags in comments. Who knew?
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Date: 2011-05-05 03:24 pm (UTC)FILL - Nate/Eliot - PG-13
Date: 2011-05-07 01:11 pm (UTC)He doesn't understand how Eliot can go forward and just put it behind him. He never forgets though. Nate still vividly remembers the day they met one of Eliot's childhood tormentors. Nate had wanted to do a lot of horrible things to him but he still hadn't been able to watch Eliot unleash his wrath.
He never understood how Eliot can bare the nightmares he goes through. The nightmares that only come when he is awake but rarely get to him when he is sleeping. Nate is sure every normal human being would have killed himself going through a fraction of those things – him included.
One night, after things had gone particularly bad and they had been barely able to get to Eliot before his captors got tired of the torture and just killed him, Nate has to ask. He lays there, his head buried in Eliot's hair as he holds him close, clinging to him to get rid of the fear of loosing him that was still echoing inside. “How do you do it? How do you survive?”
His voice is shaking, Nate knows that but he is beyond caring. It's wrong that now Eliot is comforting him with soft touches, it should be the other way around. “I don't. I die.” Eliot murmurs, voice rough with emotions.
“But you never stay dead.” Eliot turns his head, pressing a soft kiss to Nate's forehead. “No I don't. I always come back.”
Nate still doesn't understand. But he doesn't need to, he's just grateful that Eliot is like the phoenix, rising from the ashes over and over again.
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Date: 2011-05-05 04:20 pm (UTC)Closer to You (Gabriel/Sam, NC-17)
Date: 2011-05-05 06:01 pm (UTC)"Hrm," Gabriel yawned, stretching lazily. He trailed his hand down Sam's bare torso, tracing lightly the bruises he'd left on Sam's hips earlier. He continued lower, caressing Sam's semi-erect cock until it stood at attention. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you had an angelic constitution."
Sam grinned. Being fucked by Gabriel was like kissing a light socket. Electricity overload. "I know you do, so let's get this show on the road."
Gabriel raised his eyebrows comically high. "Moi? I'm in it for the snuggling." His erect cock spoke otherwise, and Sam reached down to rub the slit, spreading pre-come across the head.
"Mrr," Gabriel purred -- Sam swore he must have been a cat in another life -- and reached for the lube on the far pillow. He slicked himself up and braced himself over Sam. "Ready for round... I lost count."
Sam screwed his fingers into Gabriel's hair. "Fuck me," he said evenly. Gabriel grinned and breached Sam, the tight burn of muscle against muscle quickly replaced by satisfaction as Gabriel found his rhythm. Sam bucked his hips as Gabriel brushed his prostate, and Gabriel jacked Sam's cock. Pressure building, Sam groaned a plea and Gabriel worked his fingers over Sam until he was coming, and Gabriel was coming inside him, and then Gabriel slammed his hand over Sam's eyes and the world was bright and shadowy at the same time. When Gabriel released him, Sam blinked as the afterimage of wings dissipated and Gabriel collapsed on Sam's chest.
Running his fingers idly down Gabriel's back, Sam asked curiously, "Do you ever feel more... angel-y when that happens?"
For a moment Sam thought he wouldn't answer, but then Gabriel said quietly, "I feel closer to heaven, yeah. You help me keep it from slipping away."
Sam tightened his grip on Gabriel.
Re: Closer to You (Gabriel/Sam, NC-17)
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Date: 2011-05-05 06:40 pm (UTC)Like a virgin
Touched for the very first time
Like a virgin
When your heart beats
Next to mine
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Date: 2011-05-05 06:57 pm (UTC)