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Óðinsdagr: What If?

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Today, our theme will be What If? You know, those AUs that explore what would have happened if this one thing had changed. Like, what if Adam had been Lucifer's intended vessel? Or what if Kara had been the cylon, and Leoben the flight ace?

As always, please abide by the rules:

♥ Post no more than five prompts in a row, and don't post more than three prompts for a single fandom. If someone fills a prompt of yours, you can then prompt again.
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And please format your prompts in the fashion that is pleasing to our beloved simian overlords.
Example:

Battlestar Galactica; Leoben/Kara(/Sam); Kara was the cylon, and Leoben the flight ace.

Supernatural/Changeling: The Lost; Sam & any; Robo!Sam was actually a fetch, and Sam was stuck in Faerie.

So have a great prompting and ficcing day, and if you don't find anything in this post to tickle your fancy, there's always the Delicious archives to go through. ♥

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Avatar the Last Airbender, author's choice, Lu Ten died much sooner. Ursa left an infant Azula in the palace and fled with Zuko.

Sherlock (BBC), author's choice, John didn't leave to go over to Sarah's the night Sherlock issued his invitation to Moriarty

Spaced, Tim/any - "What if we... You know, maybe got a bit pissed and if we did actually do it?"

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Ford & Arthur (gen or slash) -What if the Vogons had never come? (Happy Towel Day, folks!)

Supernatural, Dean/Lisa, What if when Dean rushed to Lisa's door in "Mannequin Part 3", she answered visibly pregnant (with his kid of course)

Kara came at him where he lives, packed in neat stacked bunks with other Viper jocks, all mouth and biting words.

"It's going to happen anyway," she said, smiling a little in a way that seems amused without being sincere. "I can't change it, and you sure as hell can't. Poor little flyboy, you won't even let me tell you half of the hints I'm allowed to give you."

He wondered why then - of all times when the bunks were filled with noisy, crude, graceless pilots - he was left to quiet and solitude. Leoben thought back to training, to resisting torture, to the precepts of his oath as a soldier; none of them seemed to apply there. Kara wasn't hurting him. She told him things he didn't understand, but her hands only held him steady. She shocked him by promising her devotion, and revealing she was one of the enemy he'd been fighting.

She told him they were part of the same destiny, and he should let her show him what that could mean.

I don't get it, he thought desperately. If it's destiny I don't get a choice, and if it's not she's wasting her time here. I'm not important enough to turn me.

"Whatever you think is between us," he said bitterly, "You have a good imagination."

Her grin turned sunny, harsh and so like home. The artificial lighting made his eyes water all the time and only out in his could he see clearly. Leoben wanted to be out there now, shooting down Cylon raiders and showing Kara where she could stick her destiny.

"I don't need to imagine any of it, Leoben. It's happened before, it will happen again, and I'm trying to explain to you there's no getting out of that. Honestly, I'm on your side sometimes. It's not a fun destiny. Do you think I don't wonder what it would be like to live like any stupid frak out there? I know how much room there is to change things, and it's just enough to wiggle."

Her body pressed him, forced him back to the beam between bunks and pinned him there. Kara's breasts rubbed back and forth along his chest, making his lungs ache. It might be some kind of bizarre and circuitous attack; killing every pilot with this threatening seduction.

Leoben's shirt rose up his back as her hands yanked it out of his pants. He shifted sideways but she followed, dancing with him in a childish swaying step. She smelled familiar and comforting, a man's cologne he knew from someone. It was hard to identify who, but he tried anyway. They were packed in so tight bodily odors and personal scents might as well have become a communal stench.

"Yeah, Kara, this is all very interesting, but I have to shoot down some of your dogs now, so be a good little toaster and accept that no means no, hmm?"

His bravado pleased her, earned a brief peck to his mouth that tingled over his entire body. She giggled as she moved back, watching his closed eyes with satisfaction. It would happen, no matter what - it already had so many times. She swaggered over to the hatch, spinning the handle until it opened from the hallway.

Leoben pulled himself together, tucked his uniform back in and tried to look innocent of all charges before Tigh airlocked him for being a traitor to humanity. His body was hot and cold in waves, but at least he was thinking again. Whoever was coming in would back him up.

"Hello," Sam Anders said, eying his fellow pilot with a glint of his usual teasing. "How are things going in here?"

Kara stepped back and smiled winningly, her body displayed proudly in a red gown that hugged her with loving precision. It should have been ridiculous on a battlestar, but it suited her. She should burn. She did.

"Hi Sam," she greeted the other man fondly. "I was just trying to talk to Leoben about our destiny. He's a little nervous."

The tall pilot closed the hatch and crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head. "Kara, who wouldn't be scared to death of you? Leoben's a good guy and he'll do what's right. You can't blame him for being unnerved. That dress alone, honey-"

Leoben watched in horror as his comrade, his friend, leaned in and kissed her deeply, gathering the Cylon in his arms as if she was his long-lost sweetheart. She cuddled and purred in contentment, stroking his bare arms.

"I know. I just get so tired of waiting. I'm sorry, Leoben. Maybe if you'll listen to Sam, he can explain it better."

She sat down at the table and Sam planted himself next to her, both of them waiting politely until Leoben walked slowly over. He frowned at his co-pilot.

"Sam, she's a Cylon," he said angrily.

"So I am, buddy, have a seat," Anders told him. "It's okay. Kara makes it sound so horrifying, but it's really just a plan. God has a plan, and we're the ones who make it happen. But we need you. A lot of us need you."

Leoben's legs were numb, so he sat, and by the time Sam stopped talking he had realized Kara smelled of Sam's cologne. Worse than that, the insane things were starting to add up to something that he couldn't entirely refute. He had seen Kara everywhere, on deserted planets, in his dreams, whispering during battles - saving his six more than once. He knew he should fear her, but her draw was unmistakable.

"Am I a Cylon," he asked dully.

"Leoben," Kara said huskily, "You're so much more than that. You're our angel. God's love won't let anything happen to you. Your destiny goes on longer than anyone could foresee."

Sam's warm gaze was comforting, and his matter-of-fact explanation was a relief after months of Kara's double talk. Sam fought by his side, defended humanity and was probably the nicest guy Leoben had even met. Maybe his destiny was worth knowing.

Lucifer is kind.

Adam thinks there is something seriously wrong with him for even thinking that, because hey it's the devil he's talking about. The Devil who's trying to end the world, and use his body to do so.

But it doesn't change his thoughts. It doesn't change the way Lucifer treats him, like he's special and not just for his vessel status. It doesn't change the fact that it is Lucifer who brought him back into this world. Doesn't change the fact that it's Lucifer who is at his side when he has woken up panting and sobbing from another nightmare of the ghouls, cradling him, and murmuring soft words of comfort into his hair.

So yeah Lucifer is kind.

And yeah, there is something seriously wrong with Adam for thinking that way.

-

The first time Lucifer touches him, it's just after Adam has been resurrected. The sensation, freezing ice cold, that lingers at the touch before his natural body heat flood back restoring equilibrium. He stares at the man eyes wide, scared, and confused, wondering if he is one of the monsters who put him in the coffin.

“You're mine. And I won't let them hurt you. I will keep you safe.” He continues, cupping his cheek. Cold radiates from his touch, and despite it, despite his fear, there is something comforting about the touch. Something soothing in the man's voice. Something right about this, and Adam can't put his finger on what. He's too busy getting his bearings.

“Breathe, Adam Milligan.” Lucifer whispers leaning in close, lips almost ghosting over the shell of Adam's ear. The words are like air, filling in his lungs. Adam closes his eyes and breathes.

-

Adam's sleep cycle goes right out of the window, since he's come back. Some nights sleep eludes him. Some nights the nightmares are too vivid, too real, as if they're happening now, and he's too afraid to go back to sleep. Some nights it's a mixture of both.

Lucifer slips into his dreams, wearing his mother's form and holds him, until it's time to wake up. Adam can always tell it's him. But no one, absolutely no one has been kind enough to ever do something like this for him. He buries himself into the embrace, eyes wet, thank yous pouring from his lips, every single time.

-

The first time he drinks demon blood, he ends up throwing it up before he can even swallow.

But then it keeps happening. Again, and again, and again, and again. Adam can barely get it down.

“You'll be of no use to him, if you don't do this kiddo.” He can feel Ruby scowling at him, her irritation filling up the room. Adam looks up momentarily from where he's hunched over the toilet seat, puking up his innards, to glare at her, before going right back to puking into the bowl and ignoring her. Then still pointedly ignoring her, he gets up weakly, flushes the toilet, washes the taste of sulphur copper, and bile out of his mouth and heads straight to the fridge for the cold water.

He can't drink demon blood. And fuck it, he won't, he thinks as he settles on the ratty couch. Lucifer will understand. They can just find another way, an alternative. He doesn't see why he has to fucking do it in the first place. He's already Lucifer's true vessel.

There's a shift of air, and Adam's feels fingers, calloused and ice cold, running through his hair, down to the nape of his neck, thumb lingering there, stroking idly. His breathe hitches, and he leans into the comfort of the touch.

“She is right, you know.” Lucifer says softly after a moment, fingers now moving down the side of his face. Adam looks at him, pleading. He really can't do it.

“It's necessary,” Lucifer says again, and Adam belatedly realises that Ruby is standing in front of him, arm cut still dripping with blood. Adam lets out a shaky sigh.

“Trust me” Lucifer whispers, low and soft, and it echoes deep in Adam's bones.

Adam brings Ruby's hand to his lips, closes his mouth over the cut, and drinks.

-

“I want to go home.” He says one night, eyes tracing non existent patterns in his dream sky, avoiding Lucifer's gaze. His breath puffs out in front of his face, forming little foggy clouds. Adam keeps doing it, almost childishly, trying to form rings. Lucifer nods, and Adam feels like Christmas has come early.

-

Sleeping becomes easy.

Dreaming normal dreams again becomes easy.

Drinking demon blood becomes easy.

Killing becomes easy.

Adam wonders when he changed so much. More than that, he wonders when he stopped caring.

-

They're sitting at his old dining table, across each other, knees touching, and drinking coffee. It's quiet, pleasant, almost normal, and utterly human. Lucifer has truly no need for this. Adam knows he finds these things distasteful. Yet, he always indulges Adam, sometimes without even Adam having to ask.

Early morning sunlight filters in through the broken glass of the kitchen windows. It highlight the blonde hair of Nick's like a halo. The eyes however, Adam knows are more Lucifer's than Nick's. They are a blue Adam cannot name, and old.

Adam thinks he might be in love with the fallen angel.

And yeah, something is definitely wrong with Adam.

-

It's a hot May morning when Adam gives consent.

The heat is overpowering, almost sweltering. He's showered twice already, changed his shirt double the number of times. Now he's chugging down his fifth bottle of cold water. He thinks, that if he keeps going on at this rate, he might get water poisoning.

Lucifer's touch is sudden as always, but never unwelcome. Especially in this heat. When he meets his eyes however, serious and brimming with barely restrained grace and power, and Adam knows what's coming before Lucifer even says it.

He'd always thought this moment would be different. He'd thought he'd have second thoughts when it came. He thought he'd be more nervous. That there would be rapid heartbeats and shortness of breaths, and all that shebang involved. Instead he is impossibly calm, and more than anything ready. He's probably been ready ever since that day when Lucifer brought him back, and told him to breathe.

“It's time.” Lucifer says, impossibly close, voice echoing in his brain, blood, and bones, as his breath ghosts over Adam's face. Adam leans in, relishing the feeling.

“Yes,” he breathes out, and the feel of Lucifer's grace entering and filling him as he sinks into oblivion is like a lover's kiss.

Supernatural; Ruby, Sam, Dean, (and others); Ruby was always on the Winchester's side.

Jeeves awoke to the customary clattering about in the kitchen. He sat up in his bed and selected a book from his bedside table. It split open at the ribbon with gratifying speed.

He had learned not to go and help Wooster in the mornings. Neither did he dress himself and sit in the kitchen to keep his man's company. It did so upset him, after all.

After what sounded like a frustrating ten minutes locked in combat with the cookware, Wooster elbowed open the bedroom door with a tray. "Mr Jeeves, then! Good morning. Oh, ah. Sir, yes." His suit was black and half-pressed, his tie lopsided and powder blue. It rather complimented his wide, guileless eyes.

"And what have we this morning, Wooster?" Jeeves asked, marking his progress in his book.

"Some tea," Wooster announced proudly, "and a nice toastie number with cheese and tomato, even."

Jeeves thanked him and took his teacup in order to hide his irrepressible smile. Jeeves' colleagues and associates - by a large ratio all very serious businessmen - could not understand why such a fastidious gentlemen might tolerate such a scattered gentleman's gentleman.

In truth, Jeeves found Wooster a source of endless, oblivious entertainment in a culture distinctly lacking in said commodity.

Wooster went to the wardrobe with a bright smile. "Todays the day, sir. I can feel it in my whatsits. Today's the day I persuade you out of your perennially dour black ensemble."

Jeeves came out of his bed and began to disrobe. "Perhaps, Wooster, this of all days may be a lucky one for you."

Doctor Who, Jack/Rose/Doctor, They didn't leave Jack behind

Doctor Who, Doctor&Donna, Donna went with him the first time

Doctor Who, Doctor/Master, at the end of EoT, the Master stayed with the Doctor instead of getting pulled along to Gallifrey

Doctor Who, Amelia&11, The Doctor made it back in five minutes.

SGA, Rodney/Any, What if Kolya kidnapped Rodney in "Common Ground" instead of John Sheppard?

Torchwood, Jack/Gwen/Ianto, What if Gwen died in the Thames house instead of Ianto?

It was something of a poor first date, Donna Noble was thinking. There they were, the skinny fellow about to take her to Egypt or some planet with noseless dogs or another strangely daft place, when some beeping (as usual) got his attention. Since then they'd been stuck on Earth, some two months after she left, in the Royal Hope Hospital, disguised as a sick patient with something fancy she forgot the name of half the time, bored to the teeth, all because of some 'alien signal'. When she opted to join him if, for nothing else, to stop him from doing what he did with the Racnoss, she'd hadn't expected this as her first port of call across the universe - some fifteen ruddy blocks from where she lived!

At least, thank the heavens, she wasn't in that heart-breaking wedding dress anymore.

It was then that the interesting stuff happened, so much in fact that Donna was struggling to keep up. First, the hospital got picked up by rain and dropped in all places upon the flipping moon. Next they learnt that the kindly old salad-eating lady across the hallway was actually a vampiric alien determined to hide from some rhino shaped military types known as the Judoon. And now, they happened to be running from said rhinos because they seemed to want to kill every alien on site, which of course meant the Doctor.

They rushed down a hallway, reaching a sign as they stopped for a breather. The Doctor seemed to be looking for the Vampire thing as they did so; "Think, think, think. If I was a Plasmavore surrounded by police, what would I do?" He stared up at the sign - MRI, it read - and smiled across at his red-headed companion. "Aah. She's as clever as me. Almost."

Voices of the Judoon caused the pair to straighten as they loomed closer and closer. "Donna, you trust me, right?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Well, I need time to stop her and you're going to have to hold them up, so I'm going... well, I..." Donna wasn't sure what to think as the skinny Time Lord in his fancy new blue suit seemed to stumble in his words and give a sheepish look. "Look, Donna... this means NOTHING, ok? Absolutely nothing. And its to save the universe and... oh, let's get it over with..."

And with no time to understand his meaning, Donna was suddenly held with a tight kiss as he took her cheeks and gave it everything. For a fraction of a second Donna forgot herself and was spellbound, but suddenly remembered the identity of her kisser and promptly pulled away and slapped him hard on the cheek.

"OW! Donna!"

"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?" Her familiar temper flared up in front of him.

"Genetic Transfer... Ow, you slap harder than Jac-" Another slap hit him in the face and he moved back slightly in pain.

"I do NOT genetic transfer on a first date! What sort of a tart do you take me for?" By now she was screaming at him, and even the half-deoxygenated patients were staring across at them.

"But it's... And it's not... Ohhhhh never mind, you'll figure it out..." Holding his reddened cheek, the Doctor ran away, prompting Donna to shout back after him.

"YOU GET BACK HERE, MARTIAN BOY, I'M NOT- Oh... Dear..." Donna had heard the stomping of hard boots against the shiny floor and turned to see four Judoon marching in her direction, the leader with his rhino-like head exposed at the front. For a moment she wanted to run, but then decided to give the Doctor the benefit of the doubt and stood stock still as the alien reached her. She decided to help it find the Plasmavore. "Now, listen here minster... You want the Vampire thingie, shes some old hag called-" Her anger returned as the alien flashed the familar blue glowing scanning device in her face and memories of her first encounter with the Doctor returned."STOP FLASHING BLUE LIGHT THINGS AT ME! God, you aliens are all-"

The Chief Judoon interupted her verbal attack. "Human... With non-human traits suspected. Non-human element confirmed. Authorize full scan." She became alarmed as two of the Judoon pulled out larger scanners, which made her eyes feel painful as the next few minutes crawled on. At last the pair let her go and passed their results to the Chief Judoon, who grunted and moved back towards her.

"Confirmed: human. Traces of facial contact with non-human. Continue the search. You will need this." As he passed her a slip of paper, she nervously inquired its purpose, to which the Juddon snorted out "Compensation."

She stood dumb and still for a moment at they started to move away, then her rage returned and she forgot herself for a moment. "YOU'D BETTER EXPECT I'LL GET COMPENSATION, RHINO BOY! CAUSE WHEN THIS IS OVER I GONNA GET THAT DOCTOR BLOKE TO SUE - Doctor!" For all of the recent irritations he had caused her, the thought of the Doctor alone against the Plasmavore shook her out of her anger, and she dashed off in the direction she expected to find him in.

Law and Order SVU, Elliot/Olivia, What if Kathy died after giving birh to Eli in "parenity"?

*squees*
Oh, yes, this is perfect!
A brilliant example of Donna at her finest.

Doctor Who, Rory/Amy/Amy, The Second Amy didn't disappear after the temporal incident in the Space & Time Comic Relief Special and Rory now has two wives in the TARDIS!

Doctor Who, Any, A Mirror Universe where the Doctor is evil and rules Gallifrey whilst a heroic Master and his companion Davros attempt to stop him conquering the Universe.

That's ok! I wrote this back in 2008 when Donna's return was impending and it seemed to fit your prompt perfectly! Glad you liked it1 :)

Okay, I think I'm in love with you. You write such lovely, lingering pieces. This is beautiful and a little twisted, but I adore the idea of Adam as Lucifer's vessel. ♥

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