Friday - Free-for-All
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comment_ficHappy Friday, everyone! As you know, this is a free-for-all so we have no theme today. Just post whatever your heart desires!
Remember to follow our 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
Also, please respect our code monkeys and post in the following format:
Suits, Harvey and Mike, locked in the office for the weekend
X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, there is no spoon
Numb3rs/Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Megan/author's choice, "Megan, daughter of Athena"
Have fun!
Remember to follow our 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
Also, please respect our code monkeys and post in the following format:
Suits, Harvey and Mike, locked in the office for the weekend
X-Men First Class, Charles/Erik, there is no spoon
Numb3rs/Percy Jackson & the Olympians, Megan/author's choice, "Megan, daughter of Athena"
Have fun!
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Date: 2011-07-09 12:31 am (UTC)Friday, 10 A.M.
"Mike, are you doing anything this weekend?" It's such an uncharacteristic thing for Harvey to say, and Mike looks up from a patent application, startled.
"What?"
"I said," Harvey repeats, annoyed, "what are you doing this weekend?"
"I had plans to see a movie and visit my grandmother, why?"
Harvey drops a massive file on Mike's desk, sticky-noted with 'Ketteridge estate, 7/12.' "I'm gonna need you to cancel those plans."
Friday, 7 P.M.
"Mike, have you eaten anything today?"
He doesn't even hear Rachel. He has six - count 'em, six - Excel spreadsheets and fifteen word-docs open and he stopped being able to parse human speak two hours ago.
"You haven't left your desk."
Mike waves a hand in distracted acknowledgement - something in the back of his mind tells him that it's customary to respond in these types of situations.
"I'm going to bring you a burger, and you're going to eat it, and I'm going to pretend that you're keeping your shit together. Okay?"
He manages a grunt in response.
Saturday, 2 A.M.
Donna visits Mike's cubicle. He's only half-sure he's not hallucinating her.
"What are you still doing here?"
She rolls her eyes and hands him a cup of coffee. "Harvey thinks you need a babysitter, apparently. I'm about as happy about this as you are, trust me. I was going to go drinking."
"Harvey's not here?"
She laughs. "You think Harvey pulls all-nighters? Please."
Saturday, 7:22 A.M.
"Wake up."
There's a disgusting pounding in the back of Mike's head that he is sure is a sleep-deprivation headache. As it turns out, it's just Harvey thwacking him in the back of his skull with a newspaper.
"Ow."
Harvey is meticulously dressed and too awake for it to be this early on a Saturday. The office is mostly empty, and Mike wants nothing more than to go home.
"How big of a dent have you made in the paperwork?"
Mike hands Harvey the file back half-finished. "I didn't sleep," he says.
"False, I woke you up not two minutes ago. Either you slept, or you and I have very different definitions of the word 'sleep.'"
Mike groans.
"Keep at it," Harvey says, and hits Mike on the shoulder with the completed paperwork. "You're actually making pretty good progress."
"Is that a backhanded compliment?" Mike asks, half to himself, half to Harvey. "I'll take it."
"Change your suit," Harvey adds, ignoring Mike. "You look dead."
Saturday, 4:35 P.M.
Mike walks into the glass door of Harvey's office.
He is too tired for this see-through-glass-walls bullshit.
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Date: 2011-08-25 01:42 am (UTC)Jethro gently placed the red roses in Tim's still, cold hands before giving the face a feather-light caress. "Fair winds and following seas, beloved. I'll be with you soon," he whispered. He got up off his knees, stepping back from the small, single man skiff that he had built just for this purpose.
A small and sad smile flickered when he remembered how the idea came to him.
Another hard day, another bad case. Tim rested his head on Jethro's chest, right over his heart. "You know, the Vikings used to place their dead on burning boats. The last voyage." He placed a sleepy kiss to Tim's hair. "Sounds right to do it that way. If they allowed it anymore, that's what I would want."
He gave Tim a quiet chuckle. "If that's what you want, I'll see what I can do. But you've got a long time 'til that happens."
That memory was six months previous. Standing on the pier, the rest of the team and Tim's family at his back, he clutched Tim's shield in his left hand and his zippo in his right. All he could say through the tears running down his face was "Soon."
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Date: 2011-07-08 12:16 pm (UTC)the sound of a voice saying I told you so - Glee, Kurt/Puck + Finn, PG
Date: 2011-07-09 01:48 am (UTC)(There is some implied child molestation)
Finn and Puck (still Noah then) met in first grade, proceeded to bond over not having fathers, and were inseparable after that. They argued about superheroes and cartoons and whether wildebeest or moose were cooler, but nothing really ever came between them, until sophomore year and Quinn and Beth.
It wasn’t until senior year that they were tight like they used to be, when Puck spent the night and crawled into Finn’s bed and finally told him just why his dad left all those years before.
Finn didn’t kick him out or freak, just pulled Puck into his arms and let him cry.
And then, when Puck didn’t think he had any tears left, he murmured a confession about why he had bullied Kurt so much. He expected Finn to shove him away in disgust and big-brother fury, but Finn just chuckled and said, “Dude, I figured that out ages ago.”
After that night, they were inseparable again.
0o0
Kurt left Lima, of course. He was too big for a small town, meant for bright lights and city nights. Rachel went with him, both bound for New York. Blaine joined them a month later, but Finn stayed in Lima, with Mom and Burt, and Puck asked if he could pick up some shifts at the garage, and he turned out to be almost as good as Kurt when it came to taking engines apart and putting them back together better.
Puck dated women for a couple years, and then he brought a college kid by, a boy in town for a few nights. The kid’s name was Greg, and he was a communications major, and he laughed at Puck’s jokes and blushed at Puck’s smiles, and Finn hadn’t seen Puck that happy in a long time.
They tried the long-distance thing for a while, until Puck quit emailing Greg back. Finn asked why, but Puck just shrugged.
Three months later, it was a Breadstix waiter named Tom. Early the next year, it was a guy from ‘fight club,’ a dude who called himself Alpha. He didn’t last long, and Finn didn’t like him.
At the start of the summer, when Kurt came home for a break from his career, Puck asked people to call him Noah again.
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Finn had known Noah for a long time. He could tell when Noah was crushing. And Noah had already admitted he’d crushed on Kurt all through freshman year.
So when Kurt came home, Noah spent all his not working at Finn’s apartment, just hanging around and waiting for Kurt to notice him. It was kinda pathetic, really. Kurt clearly had no idea what was going on, and Finn wasn’t about to tell him.
Early in August, just before Kurt went back to New York, he kicked Finn out of the kitchen while he talked to Noah.
Long-distance worked this time.
0o0
Later, much later, after the wedding and two adopted kids and half a dozen awards and Noah working his way up a New York garage to running the whole enterprise, Finn would just smirk and say he knew the whole time.
Kurt would smile up at Noah through his lashes, and Noah would laugh, pulling him in for a kiss.
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Date: 2011-07-08 12:18 pm (UTC)Chuck, Chuck and/or Bryce, I've been beat up and broken down / and I've been there a thousand times / I may have walked through worse than hell, my friend / now I know I was built to last
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Date: 2011-07-08 12:23 pm (UTC)Any, any, this is the first day of my last days
1/2 Dreams spiral birdwinged overhead - Glee, AU, PG13
Date: 2011-07-09 03:48 am (UTC)Slight AU to Kurt coming out to his dad. Takes place before season 1.
The poem Kurt writes is here in a finished form.
Suicidal thoughts. Like, majorly.
And which song came on as I started writing? Shinedown's 45.)
He makes the plan on Saturday. It's been in the back of his mind for awhile, maybe even since Mama died. He feels like a coward as he details it all out in his notebook, behind angsty poetry and fashion sketches. It might be found, after.
This'll hurt Dad, he knows it will, but there's nothing else to do. He knows that life will get better, someday. But someday is so far away, and he has to live in now, and now? Now, he can't stand it anymore.
In the margin, next to the bullet point (and, ha, bullet point) about wearing white so the contrast is sharper, he jots down quick lyrics:
Just for a moment
A heartbeat and change
I thought about it
And then I pulled my hand away
Maybe tomorrow will be better
That's what I thought this morning
But my bruises have bruises
And now I'm not so sure
He plans it all out on Saturday.
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On Sunday, he goes grocery shopping, and he drags Dad with him. (Well, Dad has to go too because Kurt doesn’t have a car yet. Next year, Dad promised. For his sixteenth birthday.)
Kurt stocks up on everything and waves away Dad’s protests about how they’ll never be able to eat all that. He’s going to spoil Dad this week.
Dad will find the plan later, and he’ll understand then.
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On Monday, Kurt wears a rainbow of slushies and his shoulder aches all day. He keeps his head down, holds in a dozen scathing retorts, and tells himself over and over, Remember the plan.
It will get better.
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Tuesday and Wednesday are both repeats of Monday.
He does all his homework, cleans each room of the house, cooks up a storm of his dad’s favorite foods, watches TV with Dad, listens to Dad talk about the garage and sports Kurt couldn’t care less about if he tried, and works a shift, discussing cars with Dad and TJ and Rick, men he’s known all his life, men who blinked when he touched up his overalls but didn’t care.
Thursday, while in French and listening to the teacher mangle his mother’s favorite language, one he’s spoken since the cradle, Kurt adds to his plan-poem:
A whole world is waiting somewhere far from here
But the sky can't be reached from a dumpster
And my eyes are burning from the cold
So don't tell me you're proud that I'm still standing
When you never offered me a hand
When you walk on by and look away
When you don't notice
You don't notice
I'm bleeding more each day
And I can barely be bothered to staunch the flow
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On Friday, he cuts his last class and goes to his mother’s grave. He’s there for three hours and tells her everything. He sobs that he’s not strong enough, and he can’t do it anymore, and four years is too long to be in Hell alone.
He begs her to forgive him for dying so easily when she fought so hard to live. He swears that Dad is strong enough to survive. (He never lets himself think he’s wrong.)
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Date: 2011-07-08 12:47 pm (UTC)(When it comes to the ensemble, I'd like Jason Todd, Conner Kent, Bart Allen, and Oliver Queen for sure, but any combination of died-and-came-back people is good. Batman being turned away because he didn't really die would be great.)
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