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comment_ficHappy weekend, guys! We're doing our usual Friday shpeal of Free For Alls; no theme, just write.
As always please 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.
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please also follow the format for our code monkeys:
Suits, Mike/Harvey, playing with big boy toys
Warehouse 13/Alphas, author's choice, an alpha gets bronzed and needs rescuing.
if none of the prompts strike your fancy, please adopt one of the prompts not filled in our lonely prompts section on the left.
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-26 09:07 am (UTC)But then he was found out anyway, and standing in the centre of the warehouse, trapped in a burning circle, the tingle was still there. He was pretty sure he knew what it meant but his brain stopped functioning at the prospect.
The Winchesters shouted at him a bit before they left, and something in the way Dean glanced back at him; some disappointment in the man's eyes struck Gabriel right where his heart should be.
He knew that look. He'd seen that look before, a hundred thousand times.
Was it irony, that the Righteous man had begun as an Angel; that the man who was so stubbornly against allowing the Angels to use him as a vessel was, in fact, already one? Dean might be a man but the spirit of what made him who he was was all Michael. He hadn't seen his brother in thousands of years, but Gabriel would recognize that spirit anywhere. (Eventually)
The fire around him faded but Gabriel didn't move, reeling from the spanner that had just been thrown into the works. Had it been Michael's plan all along? Did the others know? Castiel surely didn't; his care for the Winchesters was based solely on their humanity.
The Righteous man had been an Angel first; Gabriel's beloved brother. And he'd killed him, a hundred times, and sent his soul to hell for six months just to mess with Sam.
His brother had been to hell, been tortured there, for decades. Gabriel fell to his knees and vomited, for the first time in eternity. Dean might have commanded him to pick a side, but he might not want Gabriel on his when the truth came out.
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:40 am (UTC)No fic but...
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:40 am (UTC)Mini-fill (and thus not a proper one)
Date: 2011-08-31 08:37 am (UTC)He whirls around, sees a strange blond woman who he knows doesn't belong here, not in his world, his reality, his mind. "What are you doing in my dream?!"
"I'm stealing it!" she calls out, as she does the craziest fall he's ever seen.
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Date: 2011-08-26 05:40 am (UTC)oh, but methos likes this boy, Highlander/Glee, Methos + infant!Kurt
Date: 2011-08-30 06:48 pm (UTC)Lima, Ohio. Hardly the cultural capital of the world, but at least that means that no-one's likely to track him down and try to take his head.
He says 'try'. You don't survive over 5000 years without learning a few tricks.
And no Immortal has come out of Lima, let alone Ohio, to Methos' knowledge – and Methos knows a lot, even more than the Watchers. So Lima should be safe, for Methos, and he's enjoying a bit of downtime, hiding amongst the non-Immortals, the civilians roaming around their normal lives. He gets a job at the local high school – he's keeping a low profile and he's always had a talent for teaching history, after all.
Well, he has lived through pretty much all of it.
It's your typical high school - typical teenagers. Jocks and cheerleaders leading the pack, the less popular kids stumbling along in their wake. The Science club, Mathletes, Glee...
He's got some of the Glee kids in his classes. The tall, jockish one who's probably taken one too many footballs to the head. The Latina cheerleader, with all her longing eyes at her best friend. Methos is practised at reading people - it's a life-skill.
And Kurt Hummel.
Which is where Methos' carefully crafted plan falls apart. Because there aren't supposed to be any Immortals or pre-Immies in Lima. It's Methos' hiding-place, his newest bolt-hole. And Kurt's Quickening is pretty much the brightest, the loudest Methos has ever experienced. For a baby, of course. Kurt's only seventeen, still a pre-Immie. Still mortal.
The kid's bitchy, too. He reminds Methos a little bit of Amanda – like he's not willing to put up with anyone's crap.
Methos makes discrete enquiries – Emma, the divine guidance councillor with all her varied neuroses, tells him that Kurt took a semester out and moved to another school. Her eyes are wide with the thrill of gossip – human beings, Methos knows, are all the same, not matter what the country, century or culture. There was a feud, from what Methos can make out, between Kurt and the Glee kids and David Karofsky.
It seems to have cleared up, now, and Methos isn't blind, and he isn't stupid, but apparently everyone in McKinley High is because no one seems to notice the long looks David gives Kurt – and those are not the type of murderous looks an insecure jock would throw at the most fey kid on campus. He's not even going to touch on the fact that those looks aren't exactly repulsed by Kurt because Methos doesn't get involved (any more – damn you, MacLeod, and your knight-in-armour complex).
Except Kurt's Quickening is probably going to start drawing the nastier Immortals to Lima soon enough – and the Watchers, of course... Duncan would never let Methos live it down if he left the kid to be hunted down and killed.
Kurt's bitchy and quirky and has an outright obsession with singing. He can hold his own against others in Methos' classes, including Methos himself, at times. He's heard Kurt rip some poor unfortunate to shreds because he or she was wearing an unfashionable outfit or behaved like a 'brain-dead, doomed-to-failure, Neanderthal'.
Oh, but Methos likes this boy.
He grins to himself and it possibly looks a little vicious. There's a lot of potential in Kurt Hummel and Methos thinks it would be a shame for all that potential to be wasted before Kurt's able to stand for himself in a Challenge.
Besides, Lima's fairly quiet – and Methos has been looking for somewhere to lay low. If he gets to keep on being amused by Kurt's venomous brand of humour, then all to the good, really.
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Date: 2011-08-26 06:06 am (UTC)Long prompt is loooong.
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Date: 2011-08-26 06:29 am (UTC)Bonus if Gabriel helps set Luci up as a pagan god.
ULTIMATE bonus if Gabriel's kids refer to him as 'Uncle Luci'.
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Date: 2011-08-26 07:25 am (UTC)In their darkest hour, the Old Gods grant them the power to take the shape of direwolves. AKA Starks as shapeshifters/werewolves.
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Date: 2011-08-26 07:44 am (UTC)FILL: One False Move
Date: 2011-08-26 09:08 pm (UTC)He’s sitting on the couch at Nate’s place in a sort of pain haze because of the blow he took to the head a couple of hours ago. He’s probably got a mild concussion and he’s definitely got this persistent and seriously annoying ringing in his ears which is the only reason Parker is even able to sneak up on him in the first place. She ghosts up behind him and punches him playfully in his bad shoulder, the one that’s still throbbing like a sonofabitch because he dislocated it yet again and he had to pop it back into joint himself.
And it’s not so much that it hurts as that it startles him, which shouldn’t happen. Ever.
He’s not thinking; he just reacts. Before he’s even fully aware of what he’s doing he’s grabbed hold of her wrist—hard. Parker doesn’t cry out but he can tell from her sharp intake of of breath that it hurts and when he lets go she snatches her hand away, cradling her arm against her chest.
“Dammit, Parker!” The words erupt from him before he can stop them. He doesn’t even remember getting to his feet and his heart is pounding and there’s a bitter taste in the back of his throat from the adrenaline coursing through his system.
It terrifies him to think how close he came to snapping the tiny, fragile bones in her wrist. He was right on the verge of savagely twisting when he realized what he was doing and who he was doing it to. It makes him feel sick to his stomach.
The rest of the team has fallen silent. They’re all staring at him. They all saw it.
Hardison is the first to speak, and his voice sounds choked, like he’s in shock. Maybe he is. “Parker—”
She bolts before he can finish the sentence.
Eliot just stands there, frozen. There’s undisguised fear in Sophie’s eyes and he can’t even bear to look at Hardison because he knows that’s something he’ll never be able to unsee. Nate takes a step towards him and actually looks sympathetic but Eliot doesn’t give him a chance to say anything.
He runs after Parker, slamming the heel of his hand against the wall on his way out the door. There’s no sign of her in the hallway and he races down the stairs but even before he gets down to the bar and out onto the street he knows he’s too late. She’s gone.
He goes to every single one of the hideouts, safe houses, and haunts that he knows about. She’s not at any of them. She’s nowhere. After two hours of searching he finally gives up. He’ll just have to find her tomorrow. Or the day after. Or whenever she decides she wants to be found. However long that takes.
Only when he gets home she’s sitting on his front doorstep. Not inside, which is what he might have expected, if he’d expected her to be here at all, but just sitting on his front stoop in plain sight. Waiting for him.
She watches him approach but doesn’t say anything when he stops a few feet away from her.
“I was looking all over for you,” he says.
“You didn’t do a very good job, then, because I was right here.” Her expression is guarded and unreadable. It reminds him of the way she always used to look when they first started working together, before she’d learned to trust them.
There’s a bruise purpling the skin around her wrist where he grabbed her and he can’t stop staring at it. “Parker, I—”
She shakes her head. “Don’t.”
“But I just—”
“Stop it.”
“Are you gonna—”
She rolls her eyes. “No.”
“I never meant—”
“Whatever.” She shrugs.
He gives up. Maybe they don’t need to talk about it. What good did talking ever do anyone anyway? He shoves his hands into his pockets and shifts his weight from foot to foot, wondering where they’re supposed to go from here.
“You wanna go get some ice cream?” he finally asks.
She arches an eyebrow and her mouth twists into the hint of a smile. “Can we steal it?”
“Yeah, okay,” he says. “Just this once.”
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