Monday - Fire

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Hello and sorry for the late posting, there seems to be a problem with the assigned guest host. So, here's a pinch-hit theme for you all! Fire! Go nuts people but remember to use the buckets if things get to hot.

Rules!
* No more than three prompts from one fandom
* No more than five prompts in a row
* If your prompt is filled you can leave another
* No spoilers until a week after air-/publication date. If you wonder if it's a spoiler it probably is.
* If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly

Please format your prompts properly, example:
Leverage, Eliot/Nate, By the campfire
Dr Who, Eleven/Amy/Rory, Purple flames and ginger beer

Buffy/Leverage, Eliot/Faith, Through the fire

Now, have fun!

Comments

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Lisa, she burns in a fire over their daughter's crib

The circle begins again

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Dean stands outside, holding his baby girl, watching as the house, the life he's built turns to nothing but ash. Luckily Ben is at a friend's house. He's not here, he's not seeing this. At least he's not here watching as his entire life goes up in flames.

He suddenly feels a pain in his chest as he realizes what his Father must've felt like so many years ago. How alone he is now. Bobby's gone, Sam's been gone, and now it's just him, Ben and his baby girl. A new vessel and now tainted by Demon's blood.

It's starting all over and this time, even he can't fight this.

[meteorfire.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, any, The TARDIS is on fire

Filled. (Pandoria Opens, Big Bang)

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

The TARDIS screams in a voice that reaches across the whole of reality. Nothing that can hear it is left unshaken, nothing that can feel the scream is left the same as it was.

The last of her kind, she is alone at the end of all things. Even her constant companion is gone: locked away far beyond her reach.

Around her the stars go out, the universe contracting until there is hardly any room left for her.

Around the last small piece of existance the Tardis hovors and in that space the TARDIS burns.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam & Dean, an accidental fire in a motel room

[meteorfire.livejournal.com]

any, any, fanning the flames of hatred

[meteorfire.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), Sherlock & any, Sherlock's latest experiment involving fire does not go well

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,

Seeking for a land of peace
Without the crash and flame of war
That scars the soil from which they came
And this host is always more (Bertold Brech)

Hallelujah

[cougars-catnip.livejournal.com]

Hallelujah
by CC.

He was only six the first time he blew something up, but at the time it had felt as if a choir was singing the Hallelujah Chorus in his soul, a song only he could hear. Granted it hadn't been a big explosion, just a firecracker in a toy boat, but the resulting mayhem had been the most exciting thing that had ever happened in his short life. Roque grinned at the memory.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,




I'll never again be royal for you.
I'm cerise, vermilon, scarlet,
ruby, crimson, fuchsia, magenta,
and flame. I could burn
the hands off a man. (Diana Lockward)

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any Winchester/angel, he can never forget the fires of Hell

[circury.livejournal.com]

True Blood, any, I'm alive and on fire.

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt/author's choice (Puck, Karofsky, Blaine), cuddled in front of the fire

Winter-time Beverage - Puck/Kurt

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

“Hot chocolate?” Puck pressed a mug into Kurt’s hand and settled on the couch next to him.
Kurt sent Puck a smile before he focused on the fire dancing in front of them, “Thanks.”
“No problem,” Puck leaned over and popped a Twizzler into Kurt’s hot chocolate. He gave a bright smile with Kurt looked over at him in shock.
“How did you know? No one knows about that,” Kurt twirled the Twizzler around in the mug and sipped at the hot chocolate after the Twizzler melted down enough to curl around the mug.
“Dude,” Puck rolled his eyes, “You always have a Twizzler with your hot chocolate. I don’t get it but I’m not going to leave the most essential ingredient of your winter-time drink of choice.”
“Winter-time drink of choice? Kurt busted out laughing, “Really Puck?”
“Really Puck?” Echoed from Puck’s side of the couch, “Yes, really. You only drink hot chocolate in the winter. Hence it’s your winter-time drink.”
Kurt turned and rested his back against the arm rest of the couch to better look at Puck, “You really watch me that much?”
“Well,” Puck shrugged uncomfortably, “Someone’s got to look out for you so why not me?”
Kurt grinned before toeing Puck in the thigh, “You care about me Puckerman.”
Puck looked around the roll and his cheeks darkened with a blush, “I don’t know what you’re talking about Hummel.”
“Uh huh,” Kurt nodded, “Then why are you here with me instead of with everyone else that’s in the hot tub while it’s negative twenty-five degrees outside. I doubt Karofsky hates me so much that he followed the entire glee club to my house and would risk running into my dad.”
Puck rolled his lips together thoughtfully before he copied Kurt and turned to rest his back against the armrest of the couch. “You looked a little lonely in here while everyone else was outside. I thought you could use the company.”
Kurt set his mug down on the table and pulled the quilt off the back of the couch and covered his legs with it. He toyed with the loose threads before he looked over to Puck, “Want to share.”
“As long as you don’t try anything hinky,” Puck winked at Kurt before setting his mug down next to Kurt’s and scooting closer so they could share the quilt better. Their shoulders and thighs were pressed together beneath the blanket.
Kurt’s eyes had grown heavy from the heat of the fire and Puck, “Thank you.”
“The hot chocolate was instant, not any trouble dude,” Puck snorted in amusement at the sleepy Hummel who’s face was pressed against his shoulder.
“Not just for the hot chocolate,” Kurt sat up to look Puck in the eyes, “For being here, taking care of me and watching out for me. Not many people would have done that for me.”
Puck wrapped an arm around Kurt and pulled him close, “Well that’s because they don’t know what they have right in front of them. So if I get you all to myself, that doesn’t bother me much.”
Kurt snuggled in to Puck with a happy sigh, “You’re a sap underneath all the badassery.”
“Don’t go spreading that around, my reputation will be trashed in an instant,” Puck shifted them so they were lying back to chest on the couch, resting together. “And I can’t be having that.”

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Being Human US, Aidan/Bishop, the first spark of attraction that turned into a flame

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock, John/Sherlock, John drags him out of a fire

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, he remembers the time before fire

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, any, the sight of Hogwarts burning

[mulder200.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, The Fires Of Hell

[peaceful-sands.livejournal.com]

The Losers, any, under fire

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, any, Earth burns when the Ori attack. Atlantis is left to nurse the embers of Tau'ri civilization.

Filled: Beginnings (PG - Gen) 1/2

[jade-1459.livejournal.com]

Title: Beginnings
Rating: PG


Some twelve hundred survivors had made it through the Stargate before Atlantis had been forced to close to shield. Rodney could still hear the echoing boom as objects collided with the energy field. They never knew if it were last minute escapees or Ori warriors or booms trying to get through.

A few weeks later, the remaining space ships that had survived the attacks arrived with a mix mash of survivors from Earth. The President of the United Sates, the Priministers from Canada and the UK, two Russian diplomats, one Chinese negotiator, countless men, women, and children arrived all at once. Shell shocked and grieving. The Captains of the ships had locked on populated areas and transported them onto their ships without discrimination.

Most of the survivors had never heard of a Stargate (except for that stupid and short lived TV show), even more had never believed that there was other intelligent live in the universe (or if there had been, they weren’t taking any notice of them). And now they were in Atlantis, in a different galaxy, with no idea what new dangers they were about to face.

Seven thousand four hundred and eighty one survivors had made it to the Lost City (not counting the seventy two unborn children).

They were stretching the city’s resources. Using more power than they had, eating food that had been surplus, inciting one instance of riot over rationing. There were now twenty three men and eighteen women locked up in the brig and make shift prison cells. A further drain on resources – because those forty one individuals were no longer contributing to their survival.

“We need a better plan,” snapped the President of the now burning United Sates of America. “Food is being rationed, water consumption is being rationed, and power is being rationed. What’s next, rationing the air?”

Rodney bit his tongue. He could see Sheppard grinding his teeth next to him, Teyla was making fists in her lap, and he just knew that Ronon’s sneer meant nothing good. Woolsey was having a hell of a time keeping some semblance of order at the meeting. There had been watch amounted to name calling and hair pulling between the one of the Russians and the Chinese negotiator, the President and the Priministers had done a similar dance in a viciously more polite fashion. Rodney felt more respect for the Russian and the Chinese. At least they had nearly gotten into a fist fight over something more important than “a better plan.”

“Teams are being sent through the Stargate day and night to broker new trade agreements,” Woolsey began.

“And what have they come back with?” demanded one of the Priministers. “Nothing. We have weapons available to us here--”

And Rodney just couldn’t take it anymore.

[peaceful-sands.livejournal.com]

The Losers, Jensen/Cougar, Come on, baby, light my fire

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Warehouse 13/Highlander, Benedict Valda, Getting through the flames and resuming his work in the shadows.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish. The Greenhouse is on fire, and Evan doesn't know where David is.

Fire burns

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

Evan ran, thinking his hardest at Atlantis to please, please, please start suppressing the fires. He poured water over himself and wrapped a cloth over his mouth as he dragged a bucket inside, thinking his hardest for David to just be ok, to just save David.

He put out fires, trying to beat it back with everything he had. The heat made him sick as he fought harder, desperate and feeling the tears evaporate as he beat the flames back. All of a sudden, he felt a rush of cool water and mist as steam rose everywhere, the fire being put out.

Evan ran towards a lump, praying for the first time in 20 years that David was alive, that he was offworld somewhere and he just didn't know it. He was too dehydrated to cry as he turned the burnt body over, grabbing the metal tags as it seared his flesh, burning it into his palm.

He keened an unholy sound as it sank in.

David was dead.

David was dead and he didn't save him.

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla & any, Extinguishing fires in the lab before anyone finds out.

Tesla + Henry, Gen, PG.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

((all dialogue - sorry about that, hopefully you can figure out which one is which))


“Arrggh! No. Put it out! Put it out!”

“Whoops.”

“Don’t just stand there grinning at me, help me put it out.”

“My boy, as a man of science, you surely must expect these little accidents now and again.”

“It’s on fire!”

“So, I concede it may be smouldering a little.”

“A little! Dude, my chair is on fire!”

“In my day, we didn’t make such a fuss about these little things, we made real progress. Although if that idiot Edison had listened to me in the first place he wouldn’t have got quite so many electric shocks.”

“My jacket!”

“What? Oh, this.”

“Did you have to?”

“Well , the fire is out.”

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, There was a fire in his eyes she had never seen before

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

The Silmarillion, any, Spirit of fire

[scarlet-gryphon.livejournal.com]

NCIS, any, the fire of the team-bond blazes strong

[wingstar102.livejournal.com]

Filled: NCIS, any, the fire of the team-bond blazes strong

When the team was implanted with link systems, Tim laughed, saying that it felt almost how he thought Vulcan bonds felt. Jethro didn't understand what he meant until months later, when Tim finally sat him down to watch the show. He was surprised to find he liked it.

At first, it was disconcerting. Since only two people could link safely all the time, it was decided that Jethro and Tim would have a permanent link and Tony and Ziva would have one. When all four needed to be in contact, one pair could reach the other through a WiFi uplink to connect them all for a short time.

The hot buzz of Tim in the back of his mind eventually became comforting. Being able to anticipate each other was definite a bonus. And the ability to relay information to everyone was useful.

Never more so was this displayed than the time when Tim was caught in a building collapse. The team was able to find him in moments, curled up and pinned under a piece of ceiling. Jethro keep silently talking to him the entire time, whispering encouragement, endearments, love, pride to him the whole time.

Even unconscious, Tim heard.