Friday - Free-For-All
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comment_ficHey, guys! Congrats for surviving another week (and in some cases, extreme heat waves, phew!). As you know, today is a Free for All so there is no prompt, just your imaginations.
Please remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Inception, Eames/Arthur, Eames loves how Arthur's tongue delicately moves when he uses long words...
Glee, Rachel/Quinn, falling literally
White Collar/Inception, Author's choice, Neal and Arthur are brothers
Have fun!
Please remember to follow the rules:
Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by
Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:
Inception, Eames/Arthur, Eames loves how Arthur's tongue delicately moves when he uses long words...
Glee, Rachel/Quinn, falling literally
White Collar/Inception, Author's choice, Neal and Arthur are brothers
Have fun!
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:06 pm (UTC)Can't Hold Us Down [Sherlock, Girl!John/Sherlock, PG]
Date: 2011-06-03 04:26 pm (UTC)The day that she was born, little Joanna Watson – the second daughter of a postman and a housewife, her mother cooed proudly and imagined her wonderful little girl in her wonderful pink room playing with her little dolls that were, of course, pink.
Two years later, when they found her toddling halfway down her street with a determined expression, her poor mother’s hopes were dashed to pieces.
And by the time that she reached junior school, five years and three escape attempts later, she’d done a lot more dashing. Instead of playing hopscotch or skipping games, how dumb, she preferred to roll with the boys and the sensible girls. Playing games in the dirt tracks just off the playground, pretending to be soldiers or pirates or any number of adventurous people (as long as she could run, she loved the running.)
Her mother sighed over her grazed knees and tattered skirts, moaned over her messed up hair and fiercely defiant eyes… But, in the end, allowed her to wear trousers on a nearly permanent basis (they were far easier to run in.)
This didn’t even change in secondary school, oddly enough. While other girls (most in years eight to nine, fewer from year ten onwards) talked mainly about boys and hair and make-up and other pointless things Joanna focused on more important matters: like joining the running team, and getting involved in many sporting activities, and not obsessing over every boy that crossed her path (she dated a few, snogged one or two, slept with one when she was seventeen but didn’t obsess.)
“Will you ever slow down?” Her mother sighed one day, after she came home with her hair cut short… And the answer to that, quite frankly, was obvious.
When she left school (good A-levels, not one night spent out partying in a mini-skirt) she decided that while she liked athletics and dirt she really liked helping people… And so, since a quarter of the girls in her year were signing up to be doctors (damn if some alarmingly stupid men expected them to be nurses, a awful lot of them had the determination to get to the actual heart of the problem), she decided to go to medical school.
…Which was alright.
…If, let’s face it, a bit boring in places.
Okay, very boring in places. And so, a few days before graduation, she informed her parents proudly that she’d be joining the army. Her mother sighed, her father frowned at her, Harry laughed – but she simply smiled and went to get her hair cut short again (it really was easier that way.)
In her years in the army (and she went to many places, so many interesting places) she encountered many… Interesting people.
“Don’t you have a boyfriend, girl?” A rather puzzled sergeant asked… To whom she simply shrugged and wondered why anybody would need another person to validate their existence.
“I bet you’ll retire and have children one day,” a rather nosy nurse declared, when she reported in as an army doctor… An army doctor who immediately shrugged, well aware that she didn’t really want children and was perfectly fine with that (she was a doctor, the biological clock couldn’t actually scream.)
“Get back in the kitchen!” A rather stupid soldier jeered, when they were posted in the same place… And, after saving his life the next day and watching his expression with a tiny thrill of pleasure, she simply chuckled: what was the point of a kitchen when the whole world was waiting out there?
She never really lost that view: even after she was shot in the shoulder and sent home, even as she was forced into several boring months of therapy, even when the clear choice between madness and normality presented itself in screaming detail.
She never really lost that view, as she fingered her gun and knew that her glorious madman was just waiting for her to rescue him.
She never really lost that view, as she went off to save the idiot in distress with not much style but quite a bit of sense.
After all, what real girl would believe any different?
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-06-04 09:57 pm (UTC)„I thought you were dead,“ falls from his lips, breathless, unbelieving. Gabriel smirks and Sam has to hug him, because he always seems to do that when someone comes back from the dead and the expression is so purely Gabriel that he can't breathe.
Gabriel shrugs and hugs him back for a few moments before pats one of Sam's shoulders. He doesn't seem to be surprised by the hug. There's humor in Gabriel's voice when he speaks, but Sam doesn't feel it. The situation isn't funny.
„Yeah, no. It didn't stick. Thanks for worrying, though.“
Probably not as Sam/Gabriel as you wanted... sorry. ^^''
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:10 pm (UTC)dreamers have no place in war - PG, Arthur/Ariadne
Date: 2011-06-05 03:05 am (UTC)(Slightly dark.)
People have always been fond of Ariadne. She's tiny and cute, and she knows it. Most days, she even likes it.
But she's a criminal now, and not at all a femme fatale. She's more like the femme fatale's adorable little sister, the one that even bad guys can't bring themselves to hurt.
Eames has taught her how to work what she does have. Arthur gave her lessons about knives and guns and making every hit count, using strength against her attackers, because there was almost no way anyone smaller than her would be involved in any struggle.
All of them, even Cobb and Yusuf, have given her a list of known enemies. People to watch out for, if she’s staying in this business. People they had better not catch her working with.
In this business, there are people who will kill her. Not because of anything she’s done, or who she is —but because of her team. Because of Cobb, of Eames, of Saito.
Because of Arthur.
Because they are the best, and have left broken people in their wake, and she’d known Arthur was dangerous from the moment they met. But to see it writ plainly on white paper is… so final.
This is your life now, Arthur told her, demonstrating the proper way to use a butter knife to gut a man. You need to be prepared for every eventuality.
She kisses him, sometimes, and expects a blade across her throat. She wonders how long until he leaves her behind as a liability—or kills her so she doesn’t become one.
Architects, even good ones, are a dime a dozen in this business, and Arthur is the best at what he does.
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:15 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-06-03 09:55 pm (UTC)Last week, Zack figured out seventeen different ways to escape.
And that was just last week. Zack has over two hundred and twelve escape plans that have a 90%+ chance of success. In addition, he has several hundred more plans with an 80%+ chance of success. He doesn't bother with plans that have a lesser chance.
However, Zack's not really trying to escape. His friends get really upset whenever he escapes -- they're worried he'll get hurt. And, of course, Zack acknowledges that the possibility does exist. The escape plans are just another way to kill time.
Besides, Zack is almost done with his book on the use of osteological trace elements in forensic investigations. Several publishers have already expressed an interest. He really wants to get that finished.
So he's not going to escape.
Unless, of course, his friends need him again...
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:37 pm (UTC)I watch the heavens and I find a calling
Something I can do to change this moment
Stay close to me while the sky is falling.
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:40 pm (UTC)names of the dead; g
Date: 2011-06-06 03:26 am (UTC)Al has it the easiest: two wizarding world icons to live up to but they have no personal memories attached. Dad doesn't look at Al and see the old Headmaster or Potions professor. He sees his youngest son and what I'd give for that. Dad probably sees himself in Al, too. And sure, he has a lot to live up to without the stigma of a name like Albus, being the son of Harry Potter, but I don't think it bothers him like it does Lily and me.
Lily, I think, looks the most like her namesake. Though she has Mum's nose and spread of freckles, everything else looks like the pictures of our grandmother. I'm almost certain Dad sees his mother when he looks at her. Lil's still too young for it to affect her fully, I think. When she starts school, I think she'll understand. I think she'll feel the weight of the past like I do.
Or maybe it's all in my head. Maybe the way Dad's eye well up when he says my full name or the way my professors smile sadly at me with their heads cocked to one side or close eye Headmistress McGonagall keeps on me-- maybe that's all in my head. I was named for two soldiers in the war against Voldemort but maybe I am imagining the weight that comes with being named for the dead. Maybe Mum is right and I'm just James and I shouldn't think about living up to someone I never met.
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Date: 2011-06-03 02:41 pm (UTC)"If you don't I'll tell dad you're gay."
"Fine, and I'll tell him you fucked his business partner."
"...Previous statement retracted."
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