Monday - Hypothetically...

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Hi, I'm mustbethursday3  and I'll be your Guest Host for this week :)

Today the theme is 'hypothetically...'.

For this theme the idea is that a Character could be asking the question of their family/friends/colleagues or it could be a question you pose yourself about the (Character or) Series itself if something (big or) small changed.

(Changes could be in: gender, financial situation, children, marriage/divorce, the apocalypse happening sooner/later, being an orphan/having parents, employment, where they live, number of siblings, species/supernatural creature, place in time, even if a Character were played by another actor/actress...etc)

Like:
If the Doctor had a sleeping disorder and kept falling asleep when he should have been saving the world...

or

If Arthur had never been born, how would the rest of the Camelot operate? What roles would Gwen and Merlin play?

or

Maybe you have want a character to use that old cliche of a 'friend' being in trouble: "Say a friend of mine..." (blew up a house/lost a dog/brought about the end of the universe/ate a bug/..etc)

Rules!
No more than three prompts from one fandom.
No more than five prompts in a row.
Do not post spoilers in your prompts until a week after air-/publication date. If you wonder if something is a spoiler it probably is for someone.
If you write in spoilers in your reply please do warn accordingly!

Format for Prompts!
Fandom, character or pairing, prompt  -- OR (for a Crossover) Fandom/Fandom, Character or pairing, prompt

ie:
Merlin, Gwen & Merlin, The castle is reduced to rubble.
Campus, Imogen/Flatpack, superhero AU
X-Files/SG1, Mulder/Scully & Team, The truth is out there.

Have fun!

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Campus, Imogen/Flatpack, Series 2 (because there will never be one...)

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Merlin, Gwen/Merlin, Everything up to this point in the series has been a hallucination.

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Doctor Who, Ten/Rose, The Doctor is human and Rose is a Timelady.

filled: Get On Your Feet

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

[I only dabble in Doctor Who, but hopefully it turned out ok]

“How many times have I told you not to wander off?”

John laughs wordlessly in response and reaches out to grab her outstretched hand as he dashes by. Rose can’t see whatever trouble her companion has stirred up this time, but his behavior is unmistakable; doubtless they’ll be on their way shortly. She flexes her hand around John’s and begins running with him, her two hearts allowing her enough stamina to easily match his cross country training.

John looks over his shoulder, hair flopping wildly with each stride he takes. “Did you know it’s actually considered an insult on this planet to scratch your nose?”

In fact she had, and had warned John to resist any scratching or picking of his nasal cavity for the duration of the trip. Next time, she should just put socks on his hands. Smiling at the thought, Rose steers their headlong sprint in a wide arc towards the TARDIS, ignoring her coat flapping into her legs as she turns into the breeze.

Once again John glances behind them – and then lets out a wild whoop as his pursuers tumble around the curve in the path and into sight. Rose laughs into the wind as they pour on more speed. They’ll be no coming back here for at least a year.

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Merlin, Arthur/Gwen & Merlin, "Hypothetically, if the Dragon wasn't dead...and he was circling the sky..."

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Supernatural, Sam/Castiel, "Hypothetically it's you, who should be known as the rightous man, since you saved the world and not Dean..."

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, Lorne/Parrish, "I have this friend who would really like to date you."

So, I have this friend...

[camshaft22.livejournal.com]

"Major-"

"Evan, remember? We're not in the field and we have been on the same team for a year now. It is ok to use my first name," he told him a wry grin as he painted.

David had joined him outside, just to enjoy the breeze, officially. However, he was really here to spend time with Evan.

"Ok, Evan," he said with a wide grin. "I have this friend."

"Having friends is good. I have several myself," Evan said, teasing him gently.

David chuckled. "That's true... but I have this friend who has been asking about you. They're really shy, a bit... dorky, you could say. But they're a good person. Or at least they try to be and... well, I have this friend who would really like to date you," he rushed out, blushing slightly.

"Oh. Oh, I see... Um, so who is this mystery friend?"

"Just... Someone. I have several after all," David answered, going more red.

"That's true. But I think I'm already interested in someone. He's tall... has a really nice smile... is sitting two feet from me."

David looked at him astonished. "Oh! Well, that's good. Because I made up that friend."

Evan smiled at him. "I kinda figured."

David stood up. "So, Dinner? My place?"

"I'd love too."

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Sanctuary, Tesla & Helen, "Suppose the wine cellar was empty"

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Animorphs, Marco + Peter, "Hypothetically, if I was sneaking out to save the world from alien slugs . . . would that be a legitimate excuse?"

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Carter + Henry, "So hypothetically, if my Jeep was crushed by a half-ton moose pie . . . how much would I have to pay you to fix it?"

no fill but

[belladhanna.livejournal.com]

bwahahahaha cause this could totally happen on Eureka!

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon/Kaylee + Mal, "Hey there, Cap'n. Supposin' we was in the engine room, doin' stuff, and the doc kicked out the engine burners . . . "

Repair Costs, Simon/Kaylee, PG

[vialethe]

The day was going so well, but that was before Mal ran into Kaylee in the crew passage and noticed she was looking mighty guilty. Girl never did have a face for keeping secrets.

“Hey there, Cap'n. Supposin' we was in the engine room, doin' stuff, and the doc kicked out the engine burners...”

Mal let out a disbelieving laugh, cause while things didn't usually go smooth, it wasn't often they turned bumpy for a reason like that. “Then I'd suppose it's a good thing that ain't happened, or he'd find himself without a ride and this rock of a moon we're on would be blessed with a shiny new doctor. Not that we'd be able to get ourselves off this moon 'less my mechanic – who needs to learn what her bunk is for, dong ma? – 'less she found herself able to fix that problem with no parts, cause we ain't got the money to buy any, even if such could be found 'round here. So, it's a good thing that ain't happened, right?”

Kaylee, who'd been cringing down bit by bit as Mal's voice got louder and louder, spread her hands peaceably and summoned up a shadow of her old shiny grin. “Well now Cap'n, won't do being so hasty 'bout things...”

“Kaylee, I cannot be havin' this. My ship can't get damaged cause the two of you are too busy getting all smutty in places you oughtn't. You fix this, and you make sure it don't happen again, or there's gonna be one less person on this boat, you got that?”

“Two,” she said, crossing her arms and giving him that cold hard stare, which was all the creepier coming from a girl who was usually so bouncy you'd think she had springs in her feet.

“True, I reckon River wouldn't stay on without the doc,” he said, but Kaylee cut him off, shaking her head.

“No, I meant me. You throw Simon off the ship, I'm goin' with him.”

Simon, never possessed of the best timing in the 'verse, chose the moment just as Mal shouted, “What?” to come up the passageway, and there was a mighty row developing into a fight that seemed likely to travel the whole ship when River slipped into the midst of the group, hands and face smeared with grease.

“Fixed it,” she said calmly, after her presence had registered enough to silence the verbal combat. And the silence was a little less silent, they noticed, what with the hum of a working engine being in the background once more.

“Well, that's...good work, little one,” Mal said. “Best keep an eye on your brother so this don't happen again.” When the look she gave him clearly stated this wasn't the brightest thing he'd ever said, he corrected course. “Or not, him being your brother and all. I'll just, you know, go do some Captainy things now.”

Once Mal headed off one way down the passage and Kaylee the other, not fully trusting her baby's engine to River's care, Simon turned to his sister. “River, how did you do that?”

“Serenity said you made her sick. Got the parts in town.”

“Well. Thank you,” he said, unsure of the proper etiquette involved in thanking one's sister for correcting damage caused by an overabundance of passion.

“Don't make Mal angry. I don't like it,” she said, handing him a wrench.

“Where did you get the money?” he called, as she walked off down the passageway after Mal.

“From under your bed.”

Passion was definitely getting a bit too expensive for Simon's tastes.

[samueljames]

Without A Trace, Danny/Martin, Martin had to stay at Danny's because of a problem with his own apartment. He never goes back home.

[samueljames]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Morgan, how does Derek react the first time Jack asks if he's his daddy too.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

So...it ended up in Jack's POV instead of Derek's, but the reaction as short and sweet as it is is still there :)


Daddy hasn't said anything yet, and Jack has tried. He's hinted and asked very subtly and still Aaron kept tight lipped. And Jack has thought about just blurting it out but he thinks it wouldn't help either. So he waits until one Sunday afternoon when Daddy's left to take Clooney on his second walk of the day (they will all three go in the evening after dinner, and really. Who are they trying to hide it from? Clooney lives with the Hotchners.)

Him and Derek are playing in the living room and Jack loves when no one else is around because Derek gets on the floor and pretends to be whatever Jack can think of, and he'll play pretend games of war (a game his daddy doesn't really want him pretending.) Derek colors with Jack, and reads to him. He takes him to the park and when Daddy couldn't make it to Career Day Derek came in his place.

So to Jack it is a perfectly reasonable question. "Can I call you Daddy, too?" He should have waited, but Jack didn't know grown ups could snort coffee out of their noses like him and his friends try to do with their milk.

"I – you. Jack, that's really..." Jack can feel his face falling. Derek's flustered and upset, he can tell. And maybe he misinterpreted everything and Derek doesn't want to be his second Daddy. He's going to try and be a Big Boy here, but he can already feel hot tears stinging his eyes. Derek must be able to tell, "If it was up to me," he rushes, "I would love that. I really would, Jack, but we have to talk to your daddy first."

Jack beams, he knows his daddy isn't going to say no. He might be upset, because he's tried so hard to keep it all a secret but it'll be okay. "Okay. We'll talk to him soon as he gets here." Jack launches himself at Derek and wraps him in the tightest hug he can manage.

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Merlin/GoT, Gwen/Robb Stark, Camelot is actually Winterfell.

[samueljames]

Buffy, ensemble, what if Xander was the slayer?

warrior ascendant - AU for Prophecy Girl, PG

[tigriswolf]

He compresses and breathes and cusses and shouts and cries. Finally, the bloodsucker pulls him off Buffy, too still and so wet. She looks so tiny.

"We have to go," the creep, the fucker, says. "The Master is loose."

Xander shrugs him off. When the cold hand touches his shoulder again, Xander lunges up, spins around, and shoves him away.

The vampire goes flying. All the way across the chamber, slams into the wall.

Xander stares at his palms. "What the fuck?" he says.

Knowledge floods him, along with adrenaline and a slow, simmering rage. The Master is loose. Buffy is dead. Willow and Giles and the world are all in danger, and – for whatever reason – he’s been chosen. He’s been Chosen.

"Carry her," he orders Angel, stalking towards the tunnel out. He won’t leave her here; after the Master is dead, and all his minions, Buffy will have a warrior’s funeral.

He memorizes the Master’s stench and doesn’t look back at the vampire carrying the corpse of the woman they both love.

It is time to hunt. In the back of his mind, a hyena laughs and a very long dead girl bares in her teeth in a snarling smile.

[samueljames]

Firefly, Mal & Simon and others, he needs to find safe passage on a ship for him and his brother.

[samueljames]

NCIS: LA, Kensi/Deeks, this liaison officer has a real attitude problem but Deeks offers to train her as a proper agent.

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Doctor Who, 11/Amy, Rory/Amy, If the Doctor was always a woman and Amy still tried to come on to him (her) in season 5.

Stranger behaviour

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(This isn't exactly your prompt... the idea of a female Doctor was too fun. Sorry)

The dark-haired woman looked astonished for a moment, "And what sort of a job is a kissogram?"

"I go to parties and I... kiss people..." Amy cleared her throat, "with outfits. It's a laugh!" she added, messily pushing back a wave of ginger hair as she struggled to catch up to the Doctor's long strides.

Not slowing, the Doctor's calm green eyes scanned Amy's outfit, doubtfully, "You were a little girl five minutes ago."

Amy let out a growl. "You're worse than my aunt!"

Oi. "I'm the Doctor; I'm worse than everybody's aunt!" ...The Doctor frowned to herself, " And that is not how I'm introducing myself."

- - -

"So we're just going to die?" Amy asks after watching the Doctor sit in the corner of the control room, legs folded up underneath her, spinning idly on one of the chairs, round and round for five minutes. "And you're just going to wait it out?"

The Doctor, gracefully unfolds a leg, the heel of her boot touches the floor and she stops spinning to pin Amy with that emerald gaze usually reserved for arguments over who's fault who got captured and sentenced to death. There's never any fear. "Could you be quiet for seven more seconds, I'm calibrating."

"You're spinning," Amy says, and points through the window of the stolen spacecraft to the rapidly approaching planet. "And we're crashing."

The Doctor sniffs. "Why don't you go cower in the hold with the rest of the space pirates if you're so concerned."

"Because I want to help," Amy marches forward, and grabs both the Doctor's hands, pulling her out of the chair, "And you're going to let me."

"Am I?" the Doctor asks amused, hand on hip.

"Yes!"

"WELL... only because you asked so nicely," the Doctor beams. "See that panel over there? Don't push any of those buttons. I need you to run down to deck 2 and find one of the engineers, tell him to disengage all the quantum accelerator rods three through nine..." the Doctor notices then that Amy's still holding onto one of her hands. "And I might need that hand," she adds gently.

- - -

"Rory, this is the Doctor. Doctor, this is Rory Williams," Amy says the formal introductions, gesturing lightly between them. She watches them stare at each other; Rory looking confused and flustered; the Doctor looking thoughtful.

"He looks familiar," the Doctor pronounces, finally, digging her hands into her peacoat pockets.

Amy nods. "Well, you've met him before," she says slowly, wondering if the Doctor's just trying one on.

"Have I? Strange, I never forget a face. I have a fantastic memory," the Doctor confides, leaning forward to study Rory a little closer. "He's going all pink," she remarks to Amy, "Does he do that often?"

"Doctor" Rory prompts, "who?"

There's the flash of a smile, all white teeth and ruby lips, and Amy suddenly knows that she's just messing with him. She bites back the urge to laugh.

"That's my name, don't wear it out," the Doctor says brightly, then sobers, "But really, don't. Use only in emergencies."

Rory looks at Amy helplessly.

Amy tries to turn her giggle into a cough and fails.

The Doctor pushes a strand of red hair behind Amy's ear and slings an arm around Rory's shoulders, "How do you feel about blue boxes that aren't blue boxes? And more importantly do you get travel sick?" she asks, leading him off.

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Gossip Girl, Blair/Dan, if Dan were the spoiled, egotistical, rich boy wanting his Dad's approval (coughie.Chuckcough)

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Sherlock BBC, Gen or Mycroft/John, If John had listened to Mycroft's advice and had taken his side.

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Weeds, Nancy & Silas, What if Judah showed up Season 7? (I know he's dead...but hypothetically if he wasn't, if maybe he'd been involved in something shady, using the family man persona as a cover?...)

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Torchwood, Gen or Jack/Ianto, "Hypothetically, Jack, What if I didn't make anymore coffee?"

Priority (PG)

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“Hypothetically, Jack,” says Ianto, hovering in the doorway to Jack’s office, “what if I didn’t make anymore coffee?”

Jack fixes a seriously expression onto his face before looking up from his paperwork, which contrary to popular belief he does actually do. Sometimes.

“Well,” he says, “first I’d have to fire you, so then there’d be retcon, obviously. Then I’d set you up as the head of your own coffee shop and make you believe that was your life’s vocation before writing into Owen’s job description that he’d have to collect our usual order from you at the usual time.”

He leans back in his chair and lets himself grin.

“I wouldn’t stop dating you though.”

“Ah.” Ianto finally steps into his office properly and places a requisition form in front of him. “Better make this a priority then.”

“A new coffee machine?” says Jack, frowning. “Why, what happened to the one we already have?”

“There were a group of idiots playing basketball in the Hub last night, sir. If you happen to know who the instigator was,” says Inato, placing both hands flat on Jack’s desk and leaning in, “I would appreciate it if you’d pass on how unacceptable the practise is. I know some people don’t especially mind if the Rift Manipulator explodes and the world ends, but apparently damage to the coffee machine can get me fired.”

“Right.” Jack closes his eyes. “I’ll have words.”

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Doctor Who, Doctor/Rose & Amy, Weeping Angels, Series 5: if they'd been no metacrisis human Doctor, and Rose had no reason to stay in Pete's World (Jackie told her to go).

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The Muppets, Gonzo/Miss Piggy, Kermit/Miss Piggy, If Miss Piggy was already married to Gonzo when she first meets Kermit.

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Leverage Eliot/Hardison "Hardison, let's say that something happened to the picture of Old Nate. Exactly how mad would you be?"

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Merlin BBC, Morgana/Gwen, If I were to say that I was in love with you...

If I were to say that I was in love with you...would things change?

[mustbethursday3.livejournal.com]

Gwen turns her head away, and Morgana turns it back.

"I never meant you harm."

Gwen's smile is brittle, her eyes burning right into Morgana's. "Just everyone I know; everyone you claimed to care about."

She's not going to argue about this. "They betrayed me."

Gwen's smile becomes almost amused. "My lady...you didn't give them the chance."

Morgana allows a small smile at that.

"And would you have betrayed me, Gwen?" She refocuses on the woman chained to the wall by her wrists, smile fading. "Would you betray me, still?"

Gwen exhales as the other woman's fingers release her chin. "Let me go."

"No," Morgana shakes her head softly, "I don't think I will."

"Then kill me," Gwen sighs, unbound curls fall forward to cover her face as she hangs her head a little. "I'll never tell you anything you want to hear. You know as much about Arthur's whereabouts as I do-" Gwen cuts herself off when her chains suddenly loosen, and then fall noisily to the chamber floor at her feet. She looks up rubbing at her reddened wrists, surprised.

"You know very well that I'm not going to kill you," Morgana scoffs and cups Gwen's cheek. "You know very well," she adds again, softer than before, and Gwen tries not to lean into her touch.

"This feels like a trick," Gwen replies bluntly, stepping to the side and stretching her tired arms above her head, back arching. "Let me guess, you're going to follow me back to Arthur...no wait-" she rolls her neck with a groan and sweeps back her hair with a hand, "you're going to get me to interrogate one of the Knights?"

Morgana raises an eyebrow. "Well, those are both good suggestions, but..."

"But?"

"But," Morgana continues more forcefully. "I was hoping you'd remember that I am not the enemy-"

"I was chained up for three days," Gwen says indignantly, pointing at the wall. "Forgive me, my lady, if mere moments of freedom do not instantly wash this memory away."

Morgana looks around the decadent chambers with a scowl. "This is hardly the dungeons."

"Only because you've filled them to capacity with Knights, Guards, and oh yes, your father - the King," Gwen returns without pause.

Morgana makes a face, before stepping smoothly after Gwen as she continues to walk further along the wall to look out the window. "Guinevere."

"Morgana," Gwen says turning to face her. "What could you possibly want from me, that I haven't - in the last decade - given willingly or let you take?"

Morgana slips her hand into Gwen's, threading their fingers together, before looking into her eyes, "I'm sorry I chained you to the wall."

"You are not."

"...I suspected you might leave." Me.

Gwen stares at her, brown eyes heavy with unsaid thoughts, "I could have left a thousand times." But I didn't.