Thursday: First Words

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Awww, well, my last day for this round, but I'd rather focus on firsts--First Words, that is.

As always, please remember--only three posts per fandom, and five posts per day, unless/until one of yours is answered, in which case you may feel free to post another.

Also, no spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after airing; if your comment fic contains spoilers, please put a warning at the top and leave several spaces so that those of us who don't like being spoiled can safely pass.

And remember, our codemonkeys work hard for us, so please make their job as painless as possible--post your prompts in the correct format:


CSI: NY, Danny/Lindsay + Lucy, with a family like theirs, they shouldn't have been surprised at her first words

Any, any, no good conversation ever started with "He's fine, don't worry"

Chaos/Primeval, teams, what could possibly go wrong?


Y'all go crazy now, ya hear? ;)


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[samueljames]

Life On Mars, Sam/Annie, their son's first words.

[samueljames]

RENT, Collins/Angel, 'you okay honey?'

[chiana606.livejournal.com]

“You okay honey?”

It was well past midnight and Collins had been sitting slouched on the bed with his head in his hands, as he listened to Angel’s breathing. That sound had become all the more precious as of late, for Angel had been plagued with fevers and nights sweats, with coughs and nagging illnesses which would not let her be. Collins could not pretend that she hadn’t been losing weight, and Angel wasn’t quite ready to stop pretending that the energy wasn’t draining out of her along with everything else.

And even with all that she asked if he was okay.

Collins nodded, feeling choked.

“What you thinking about?” Angel asked.

“You.”

Even in the dark room Angel’s eyes seemed bright -- with fever, or lust, or moonlight, Collins didn’t know. He reached out to take Angel’s hand in his.

They sat like that for some minutes, both lost in their separate reflections, before Angel leaned over Collins and kissed him with sudden intense insistence.

“It’s not over yet,” Angel whispered, her slender fingers trailing up under the T-shirt that Collins wore, “And baby, you have no idea how badly I want you tonight…”

[samueljames]

White Collar, Neal and a mark, choosing his first words carefully to get the reaction he needs.

[samueljames]

FlashForward, Mark/Demetri, Mark remembers their first conversation but Demetri doesn't.

[samueljames]

Chuck, Chuck/Bryce, 'You're in Double E 131?'

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[aceofannwn.livejournal.com]

"You again!" Harry groaned.
The last thing he could remember was the pain of basilisk venom creeping through his veins; then he'd woken up in the not-place, and his memories of the previous times he'd been here instantly rushed back.
"Me again," the dark-haired, green-eyed man agreed. He was wearing red robes this time, with some sort of insignia stitched onto them, and held a familiar wand in one hand.
He was skinny and pale and his face held a sort of half-amused, intent look, and Harry did not want to see him, because this scenario always did his brain in.
"Why are you wearing red robes?" Harry asked resignedly. He'd tried to ignore him, once, but the man was cheerfully impervious and rambled on confusingly about things that Harry suspected hadn't actually happened yet.
"Because I'm an Auror," his much older self said cheerfully. "That's the magical police, to you. I was on duty when I ducked back here. I could have come another time - time's sort of a non-issue for me, seeing as I can go back and forth as I like - but I was doing paperwork at the time, and it was rather boring, and I thought I'd appreciate the diversion."
"Right," Harry said, feeling slightly depressed. "Why are you here?"
There was a flash of a shrewd, piercing look that made the older Harry look suddenly, disconcertingly like Dumbledore, and he shrugged.
"You were kind of dying," he said vaguely. "Only you can't do that, because obviously, I'm fine - well, apart from dying far too many times over the years; you need to stop doing that - so I turned up to send you back before any time actually passes."
Harry wished he hadn't asked.
"But I thought I'd chat to you first, because dealing with my past self is really weird, but interesting."
Harry wondered what exactly had happened to himself to send him insane.
He carefully didn't speculate about the fact that one day, he was apparently Death.
Not even a little. No. He didn't want to know.
At all.
"Anyway, suppose I'd best send you back," his older self remarked. "By the way, if you destroy the diary, Ginny'll be fine. I find that basilisk venom usually works for the sort of thing."
And he spun the ring on his finger.

...Harry blinked. Instead of fading away, the world seemed to be getting... clearer?
"Get away, bird," Riddle said suddenly. "Get away from him - I said get away-"
There was a loud bang and Fawkes took flight, but the phoenix returned a moment later to drop Riddle's diary in Harry's lap.
Harry stared at it.
Without thinking, without considering, as though he had meant to do it all along, Harry seized the basilisk fang on the floor next to him and brought it down.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Discworld, Vimes/Vetinari, the first words after the first kiss

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Burt&Puck, he's the met the kid before, but this is their first conversation where Mohawk is Kurt's boyfriend

[tigriswolf]

Inception, pre-Arthur/Eames, "Eames, this my point man, Arthur."

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

"Eames, this my point man, Arthur."

The first two jobs that Eames had worked with Dom Cobb, he'd thought of the architect as the rookie, Miles's student: He had a head on his shoulders when it came to designing, but he was still new at the actual crime part in "mind-crime". He was cautious about rooting around in the subject's hidden files, and he was a magnet for attacks from projections.

It didn't surprise him, the next job that they worked, that Cobb hired some muscle to cover his back. But Eames had not expected that muscle would come in a pretty package. This "Arthur" practically had "distinguished gentleman" on a nametag on his waistcoat. The linen dress shirt and the neatly creased black dress slacks had probably been tailored specifically for him. The perfectly knotted tie vanished into a waistcoat that neatly encased his slim torso. A slightly broad but not too broad face with boyish features. Not a hair out of place on his neatly groomed head. The kind of tosser that Eames loved rumple, however he could: if it didn't end with the bloke's expensive togs crumpled on the floor of Eames's hotel room, he could always rumple the bloke's composure during a practice run in the dream world.

The question was, would this pretty boy be able to handle a swarm of projections, or would he crumple the minute they got hit by an armed gang of sub-cons?

(The rest of the fic can be found Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/35123.html))

[tigriswolf]

NCIS, pre-Gibbs/Tony, "I'm Detective DiNozzo—I'll be working with you till we catch this bastard."

[tigriswolf]

White Collar, Peter/Elizabeth, their baby's first word is an attempt at Neal

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

OMG... this! I have to do something with this :p

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock, John(/Sherlock) + Moriarty, "Hullo, Jim. Let's have a proper conversation, shall we?"

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Puck, "good morning."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

"When I first met you was the same time that you first met me."
"What a coincidence."

[haveloved.livejournal.com]

"When I first met you was the same time that you first met me."

She says it late one night, as they sit reading in bed. Puzzled, the Doctor looks up from a dense astrophysics text and over at his wife. "What a coincidence. That's normally the way it works."

Rose gives him a light (but still painful; it's still a somewhat thick book) whack with her copy of The Time Traveler's Wife. (He hasn't the faintest why she has to read it, seeing as she lives it.) "No," she says quietly, and the somber tone of her voice makes him sit up and take more notice. "This--" she holds up the book "--reminded me. I'd just never... thought about it. I saw you. New Year's Day, the year I met you." She bites her lip, looking away. "You told me I was going to have a great year."

He strokes his fingers through her hair, letting his hand rest on her back once he realizes she's faintly trembling. "And it was, wasn't it?" he says gently, and she nods, but she looks at him through a sheen of tears.

"You were in pain."

"Might've been." He doesn't know what he can say. His other self, his original self, is still out there somewhere. There are memories he doesn't have.

"And you were... you. You went back to see me then because... because you couldn't see me anymore. Because I'm here." Her eyes glance around the room, and he has to admit to feeling the same bittersweetness. He would never trade his life with her, his Rose, his wife, for the world, but this is not their universe, and though they have made a life for themselves, a wonderful life, it still stings at times.

"Do you think you're all right?" she asks, closing her eyes, and he doesn't know whether he should feel love or a tinge of jealousy. Love, because this is what made him love Rose--her compassion, her concern for others. Jealousy, because while he might look the same and have the same memories of that Doctor, he still isn't really him.

He wonders if he is a new man in that other universe, if Rose was the last person to see him alive in that body. It wouldn't surprise him. They always found ways back to each other.

"To be honest, Rose, I don't know," he says quietly, and she inches closer, wrapping his arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest.

He holds her as tightly as he can, and for a few minutes it is all they can do to mourn a loss.

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Lorne/Parrish, their first words were hardly polite

[natural-blue-26.livejournal.com]

NCIS, any/any, "If you take a picture, it'll last longer."

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who/Sanctuary, 11th Doctor/Tesla, "It's a pleasure to meet you"

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Torchwood/Sanctuary, Jack Harkness/Tesla, Tesla doesn't remember much of their first conversation, except he's pretty sure the Captain called him "a walking kink factory"

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, "freeze, dirtbag"

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0, Danny + Steve, the first words he heard in the dark were "I'm scared to go to sleep"

Words we won't say, Steve/Danny, FRM

[windycitygirly.livejournal.com]

The hospital lights dimmed, and all Danny noticed the next day was that Steve looked tired, though considering the proximity to the explosion, it didn't seem odd.

The next time Danny noticed just how exhausted Steve looked was after their first time together, after having to peel himself off to go home and wait for Gracie the next morning.

In the context of the joke, Danny had thought it was just a SEAL thing when Steve had said "we don't go to sleep in the dark".

By we he meant me, which he only figured out after many nights together when Steve had at least a small spot light next to the bed, always on.

Danny asked once. Steve answered once.

"I'm scared to go to sleep."

As they lie there in the dark, Danny may have promised to stay with Steve until at least Gracie goes off to college. Steve may have responded back with a huff of laughter, and a tighter grip around Danny's waist.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Doctor/River, "Hello Sweetie."

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[aceofannwn.livejournal.com]

So, I'm in Australia, which is behind the UK as far as Doctor Who goes, so if we know anymore about River's origins, well, I don't, yet.

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"Hello, Sweetie," a voice said in her ear.
River turned.
"I'm sorry?"
A striking-looking man in a tweed coat grinned at her, his smile knowing and confident. It was actually rather charming.
"I said, 'hello sweetie,'" he repeated. "Also, you might want to run."
"What-"
Then she saw what had just rounded the corner.
"Right," she agreed, and before she could do or say anything else he had grabbed her by the hand and was dragging her along behind him.
"Come on River!" he bawled over his shoulder. "Keep up!"
River sent him an amazed glance, but increased her speed.
Right now she had other things to deal with.
But she would definitely be interrogating him later.

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, wee!Rory/Amelia, "Hi, I'm Amelia. Do you want to play?"

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, the first words he ever heard Jack O'Neill speak were "He's full of shit," and Daniel's been trying to prove him wrong ever since.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, the first words on a very awkward morning after.

Back and Forward, NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, teen, angst

[theeverdream.livejournal.com]

Looking back, Tony shouldn't have been surprised. He'd always known Gibbs would have to be very drunk for anything to happen between them. Last night Gibbs was drunk enough to invite Tony to his bed and Tony was drunk enough, too, that he fell asleep after, energy enough for only one hazy moment of worry while looking at the already-asleep face of his bedmate.

Looking forward, Tony knows that the words will fade. They won't change how Tony feels about Gibbs, won't alter his loyalty any more than anything else ever has, won't matter just like their night together won't to Gibbs.

But that moment, when the words were said.... Tony was surprised, then, still sleep- and alcohol-addled enough that getting more than "you still here?" would almost have made sense.

And right now... well. The surprise has faded and the pain hasn't yet. It's an unhappy mix; this is what happens to me, his brain says. Not the first time and not the last, he answers back.

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, "I was here first."