Monday: Gen/No pairings
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comment_ficmedjai_trowa here, and I'll be your guest host for this week :-)
Today we have Gen fic - that's right, no x-rated stuff. Just, oh, the Leverage crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high - or even the Firefly crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high. Or maybe it's a prank war at the SGC - go wild!
Important rule-y bit:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
If your fill contains spoilers, or you think it potentially could count as a spolier, please make sure sufficient space is left (with a warning) so that people can bypass it.
Please make sure that your prompts are in the following format:
Leverage, Parker + team, sugar high
Leverage/Firefly, Parker et al, sugar high
Stargate SG1, team, "SG1 did what to Feretti?"
Go wild, guys! XD
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Today we have Gen fic - that's right, no x-rated stuff. Just, oh, the Leverage crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high - or even the Firefly crew having to deal with Parker on a sugar high. Or maybe it's a prank war at the SGC - go wild!
Important rule-y bit:
No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you may prompt again.
No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date.
If your fill contains spoilers, or you think it potentially could count as a spolier, please make sure sufficient space is left (with a warning) so that people can bypass it.
Please make sure that your prompts are in the following format:
Leverage, Parker + team, sugar high
Leverage/Firefly, Parker et al, sugar high
Stargate SG1, team, "SG1 did what to Feretti?"
Go wild, guys! XD
tag=nopairings tag=gen
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Date: 2012-01-31 01:38 pm (UTC)Jack’s partner went through alcohol rehab five times, at his last count. The reason it didn’t do any good wasn’t that he was addicted- though he was- but that he was an aficionado. Alcohol, along with drugs, sex, murder and gems, were John’s passions; he studied them and valued them as much as he partook in them.
Jack’s vice was coffee.
On a small, backwater colony coffee was an unheard-of luxury. He’d been granted a sip once as a young child and had been blown away by the taste, the buzz, the wealth of it. When he’d become a Time Agent and the stuff was available every day, passed around like water, he knew he’d reached his dreams.
Bouncing through time, Jack tried all sorts of coffee, grown from beans, fruits, teased from animals, synthesized in labs and put through processes Jack didn’t actually want to know. Coffee was his addiction, and his handlers were only grateful that his weak spot wasn’t as dangerous as those of his partner.
The Tardis made the best coffee. Although the Doctor scoffed at his dismissal of tea, both he and Rose loved teasing Jack for the looks of bliss that appeared when he even smelled the Tardis’ coffee aroma.
Coffee in the nineteenth century tasted like mud. Even once he got his head out of the bottle permanently, a good twenty years later and into the next century, it hadn’t improved by much. The hangovers and drugs highs had cushioned (or worsened, it was difficult to tell) the withdrawal from decades of daily caffeine mainlining, but the urge to drink never really went away. He never gave up, trying a sip from this establishment and a sip from that one, but it was all so disgustingly below par that it wasn’t until the mid-eighties when he could even stand to finish a cup.
There were a few places Jack found that could manage a decent brew- a café a half hour from the Hub, an assistant in Torchwood London (only got to drink that once, thanks to a homicidal blowfish), a corporal during the Great War. No one could quite make it up to par, but it was enough. At the turn of the twenty-first century, he’d mostly given up and drank instant every day, ignoring taste in favor of the caffeine to which he was still addicted, immortal or not.
Then he met Ianto Jones.
When he tasted Jones’ coffee Jack knew two things. The first was that the young man was probably a spy from UNIT or a Time Agent from his missing years come to assassinate him. The second was that he didn’t care, as long as he got that coffee. Still, it wouldn’t look good to let him in without a fight.
As soon as he was hired, Jack introduced Jones to the thirty-fourth century coffee machine he’d repaired after it had fallen through the Rift in the fifties. After all that time it was just waiting for the right person to make it sing.
The twenty-first century was when it all changed. And now, Jack was ready.
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Date: 2011-07-04 08:13 am (UTC)Deleted first draft. Edited to fix.
Date: 2011-07-05 01:51 pm (UTC)“Mama, where are the letters?” Asked Rob, in his earnest way, always so serious for such a young boy.
“There were letters long ago, but I suppose the mouse got them.”
“What mouse?”
“The one behind you,” his mother said, and she tickled him until he squealed.
Every time that Jo took Rob to visit his grandmother, he ran to the postbox. It was always empty, but he enjoyed opening it.
One afternoon when the entire family had been up to see Marmee Jo turned from the postbox, Rob in her arms, and she saw Laurie and Amy passing. They were deep in conversation. She didn’t think they noticed her.
From that day forward the post box was always filled. When Rob opened it he found toys and sweets, which seemed to his childish mind to be gifts left behind from some spirit or fairy. Jo knew better and enjoyed the game in her own way, for Laurie never neglected to address a note to her.
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