Observation Thursday
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comment_ficWatching and observing Thursday. What does one fandom think or do when they see another fandom?
Have fun posting prompts and please remember the rules.
-No more than three prompts from one fandom
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No spoilers in your prompt until a week after the date of airing or publication. If you think it could be a spoiler, be safe and treat it as a spoiler. Thanks.
-If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn the reader or leave a gap so the reader can skip.
-If your prompt gets filled you can leave another prompt.
Please format prompts in the fashion that the code monkey’s can use.
Examples of Observing and watching
Bing Bang Theory / Leverage, Sheldon watching Hardison educate (author's choice) in a comic shop
Leverage / Big Bang Theory, Leverage crew watching Penny and the guys at a restaurant (not the Cheesecake Factory)
Psych / Charmed, Shawn’s watching three girls and is getting mixed signals
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Have fun posting prompts and please remember the rules.
-No more than three prompts from one fandom
-No more than five prompts in a row
-No spoilers in your prompt until a week after the date of airing or publication. If you think it could be a spoiler, be safe and treat it as a spoiler. Thanks.
-If your fill contains a spoiler, please warn the reader or leave a gap so the reader can skip.
-If your prompt gets filled you can leave another prompt.
Please format prompts in the fashion that the code monkey’s can use.
Examples of Observing and watching
Bing Bang Theory / Leverage, Sheldon watching Hardison educate (author's choice) in a comic shop
Leverage / Big Bang Theory, Leverage crew watching Penny and the guys at a restaurant (not the Cheesecake Factory)
Psych / Charmed, Shawn’s watching three girls and is getting mixed signals
Tag=observing
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:54 am (UTC)Fill 1/2, Gibbs POV, all 5 seasons of Leverage
Date: 2016-09-26 04:09 pm (UTC)A while later, while Gibbs is trying to think up a gift to send to his third ex-wife for her new wedding, he comes across a picture of a fancy wedding. Spencer is in the background, dressed as a chef. Gibbs always knew the man was competent with a knife, but this is a knife in a whole new context. Gibbs wonders if the food is any good.
Blood-sport has long been a favorite of soldiers and sailors, a way to relieve stress and burn off tension and settle grievances, to gamble and burn time. It encourages physical competence, tolerance for pain, and healthy competitiveness. Gibbs supposes he ought not to be surprised to see a man looking like Spencer but rather decidedly not named Spencer attached to a story exposing a corrupt minor MMA league. Spencer looks like he’s stayed in good shape. Gibbs has no doubt he prevailed in every fight he was in.
Gibbs doesn’t know what to make of a Spencer as a Mall Santa in the background of a photo that Tony and Ziva are looking at while they’re checking through McGee’s iPod. Spencer certainly doesn’t look too enthused about the predicament. Gibbs realizes he recognizes the people near Spencer - the slender blonde woman, the black man, the dark-haired man, the older white man. He’s seen them near Spencer before, in other moments. Gibbs almost asks McGee to run background on them, but it’s not pertinent to the current investigation. Spencer’s all right, whatever he’s doing. Maybe the man has a surprising charitable streak, or likes kids. Gibbs remembers the SEAL team he investigated, the sole survivor, and he thinks that while Spencer probably does have a charitable streak, it doesn’t extend to much contact with kids or dressing up as a Santa. Gibbs follows up a week later and learns that a bunch of Mall Santas were arrested trying to pull a heist on a nearby building. Spencer isn’t one of them. Gibbs suspected Spencer is part of the reason they were caught.
Gibbs is hoping desperately for an excuse to leave a mandatory job training meeting when he sees, on the documentary the earnest HR minion is showing, Eliot Spencer. He’s dressed as any other office peon, white button-down shirt and glasses, and he looks disgruntled about being there. Gibbs recognizes the rest of the people in the documentary from that Mall Santa photo. The dark-haired, dark-skinned woman has a crisp British accent. The blonde woman is...quirky, to say the least. The black man is twitchy, fidgety, and reminds Gibbs oddly of McGee. Gibbs figures whatever Spencer is doing, he’s all right, and he has friends, a team. Gibbs knows how important a team is.
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:56 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-09-26 04:23 pm (UTC)When the man with the wildly curly dark hair, t-shirt, khakis, and adolescent sneakers steps into the room, Molly can see Sherlock look him up and down, take stock of him. She has no idea what Sherlock sees. All Molly knows is that the man, Dr. Charles Eppes, is a specialist flown in from Los Angeles by Scotland Yard to consult on this case that involves high-level cryptography. Neither Sherlock nor John are incompetent at maths, but seeing as how Sherlock did not know the Earth revolved around the sun, Lestrade thought it best to bring in an expert.
Sherlock always protests that he is the foremost expert on solving crimes. He’s right. Molly tries not to fiddle with the pen in her lab coat pocket, nervous, because any moment now, things are going to go horribly.
But then Sherlock steps toward the man and extends a hand and says, “Charlie, yes?”
“Yes.” Charlie smiles, pleased, and shakes Sherlock’s hand.
Molly sneaks glances at everyone else. John looks shocked. Lestrade needs to pick his jaw up off the floor. Mrs. Hudson looks tentatively pleased but also nervous. Anderson looks bored.
“What does it say?” Sherlock turns toward the whiteboard where dozens and dozens of sudoku puzzles have been tacked up. One puzzle was found on each of the five victims, and the rest were recovered from the suspect’s flat.
Charlie steps toward the board, and Molly recognizes the look in his eyes - it’s the same one Sherlock gets when he’s drinking in the world, running his analyses and observations.
“It’s a list of names,” Charlie says after a moment, stepping back. He starts reading them off, and Anderson scrambles to write them down, and Sherlock is almost beside himself with glee. Molly had never thought there’d be another one in the world like Sherlock, straight past formalities and down to business. Charlie is cheerier than Sherlock, a little more possessed of social graces, but when Lestrade puts a puzzle in front of them, they are in their own world.
John looks a little annoyed. Mrs. Hudson is still torn between being worried and being pleased. John looks a little more gratified, though, when Charlie hangs back and lets John run into physical danger with Sherlock.
“Your older brother is more physically imposing and overprotective,” Sherlock says.
Charlie smiles. “That’s about Don in a nutshell.”
Lestrade, too, is pleased.
Molly isn’t sure what to say when Charlie asks her out.
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Date: 2011-09-15 05:57 am (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-09-26 04:46 pm (UTC)“You runaways from an orphanage or something?” Dean asked.
“No,” said the boy, the tall one who was the leader. “Look, can we just - sit here? For a bit? Take a rest? If not, if a bunch of guys in suits come looking for us, you haven’t seen us, okay?”
Sam was concerned. It was obvious these kids had been through hell. “Are you escaping from somewhere? Were they holding you against your will?” He remembered the creepy redneck family and that not all monsters were non-human.
The dark-skinned boy rolled his eyes and huffed. “You wouldn’t believe us if we told you.”
“Try us,” Sam said. He gestured to the log opposite the fire. “We have vienna sausage and baked beans. Lots of them.”
“Lots of beans,” Dean grumbled, “which is why we’re not sleeping in the car.”
The two boys who’d spoken laughed. The blonde girl rolled her eyes. The dark-skinned girl shook her head, exasperated. The blond boy said nothing, though the corner of his mouth curved up in the faintest hint of amusement. The fourth boy blinked owlishly, confused.
“I don’t understand.”
“Well, Ax,” said the dark-skinned boy, “when humans consume a lot of beans -”
The tall boy smacked him in the shoulder. “Not now, Marco. Ax, Tobias, you guys should probably hole up for the night.”
“I’ll keep watch,” the blond boy said. He and the fourth boy stood up and wandered into the shadows.
“Is that a good idea?” Sam asked.
The tall boy smiled as if at an inside joke. “Ax and Tobias can take care of themselves.”
“So,” Dean said, “you were going to tell us about how you’re running from goons in suits.”
“Tell me,” said the blonde girl, “do you believe that sometimes people aren’t themselves? That they can be taken over by...something else? Something sentient?”
“Sure,” Dean said. He glanced at Sam. Were the kids talking about demons? Were they hunters? Sam’s heart broke at the thought of them - so young, none older than fifteen - being hunters. Where were their parents?
“And when I say taken over,” the girl said, “I don’t mean like a mental illness. I mean like an actual entity gets inside their heads and twists them up.”
“I’m with you.” Dean gestured for the girl to go on.
“These things, though. They can see your memories, can act like you, pretend to be you. And they’re not friendly. They want to take over the world.”
“We believe you,” Sam said.
The girl glanced at her friends. “Oh yeah?”
“We hunt them,” Sam said.
The tall boy’s eyes went wide. “You do?”
“Yeah,” Dean said. “It’s our job. We’re hunters. The pay’s crap and the benefits are nonexistent, but we hunt them.”
“So you know what their plan is?” The dark-skinned boy eyed them with skepticism.
“Sure,” Dean said. “Take over the world, enslave us all. We’ve met their leader. He’s a great big bag of dicks. Can’t want to stick a knife in that guy. Till then, we just pick ‘em off as we find them.”
The dark-skinned girl looked alarmed. “You kill them?”
“Not if we can help it,” Sam said. “That’s not fair to the host. But sometimes - sometimes there’s no choice.”
“Yeah,” said the tall boy. “No choice.”
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Date: 2011-09-15 06:05 am (UTC)Mini-fill
Date: 2016-09-26 04:56 pm (UTC)Teal’c seems unmoved by the six teenagers who took cover with them in a deserted Gap Kids store. After all, Jaffa live long lives, and they start their soldiering young.
Daniel has an involved discussion with the kids’ leader, a boy named Jake, and he has determined that while they are both fighting aliens who creep into people’s skulls and take over their lives, the kids are fighting worms and the SGC is fighting snakes, but both breeds seem bent on universal domination. How they haven’t run into each other thus far is a mystery.
Daniel has an involved discussion with Sam and about cultural norms, how in many societies it isn’t considered dangerous or harmful for children to take on adult roles at a much younger age, who even in Western Anglo-European society, children were adults much earlier in their lives, as recently as the last century and a half -
Jack can only stare at the blond boy, Tobias, who is quiet and has seemingly no facial expression, and think how much he looks like Charlie, and how he always hoped Charlie would never, ever see war like this.
And then Tobias turns into a hawk and all resemblance to Charlie is gone, and there is a tiger and a horse and a gorilla and a lioness and blue deer centaur thing with a scorpion tail charging into the food court, and Daniel says, “That’s new.”
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Date: 2011-09-15 06:39 am (UTC)story
Date: 2011-09-17 11:15 pm (UTC)"Hardison, why are you reading stories about two brothers getting it on?”
Hardison jumped off his chair and quickly closed his laptop.
“What? Me? No, brother. You got that wrong. I didn’t ... I would never ... M-m!”
“I’m not your brother!” Eliot snapped. His blue eyes sparkling with anger. “That why you read that stuff? You imagining things?” The hitter pulled a face as if he’d eaten half a ton of lemons just now. “Dammit Hardison!”
“What?” Hardison still shook his head. Trying to change the subject he decided that it was better if Eliot was angry at him for something else. Maybe that would take his mind off the stories. Besides ... “Frankly ... I’m surprised you even can read.” he proclaimed.
“What do you mean, you’re surprised I can read? You know full well that I’m capable of reading, man. I’ve been using you’re stupid computer a couple of times. Don’t tell me ... Besides: don’t change the subject.”
Eliot stopped himself. A lot calmer than Hardison would have expected the other man just crossed his arms and looked at him expectantly.
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
“Two brothers. Getting it on. Stories you’ve been reading. That ring a bell?”
Hardison turned away from Eliot and stared at his laptop for a while. He wasn’t even sure himself so what was he supposed to tell the hitter? He never had looked for stories like that. It was more ... He had stumbled upon them. Yes. And then while reading a bit he got really hooked and all off a sudden half the night was over and Eliot ...
“Hold on. What are you doing here?”
“I work here.”
“Not in the middle of the night you don’t! You knew I was here. I said I was gonna check some things out when you all left. You came back for me, didn’t you?”
“Dammit Hardison!” Eliot just stormed off the way he often did. Often? Always!
Well, at least Eliot wasn’t questioning him about those stories anymore. Laughing quietly Hardison opened up his laptop and returned to the story. It was too fascinating to stop right now ...
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Sorry if that's completely different from what you had in mind. Eliot was the first to turn up in that situation (though I was tempted to give that role to Parker *lol*) Anyway. Hope you like. ;)
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Date: 2011-09-15 11:51 am (UTC)Story: Dirty little secret
Date: 2011-09-18 08:57 pm (UTC)“I'm off home” Eliot muttered and headed towards his car. He got in and looked at the rear mirror. “Stay down!” With this order, he started his car and drove off.
“Is it safe now? Can I sit up properly or will I have to stay down here forever?” Duke demanded with a slightly wining voice.
Eliot rolled his eyes and shook his head slightly.
“You gotta stop showing up like that, man. It's too often. One day they gonna start wondering and then they're gonna ask questions. And if they start asking me about you, I'm gonna tell 'em and that will lead them directly to Haven and to ... me. I don't want them to know!”
There was this tiny spark of panic again. Sometimes he felt bad about it all. Sometimes he thought that maybe they would understand, that they should know. But then he remembered those other times when the truth had gotten out, the light of truth had shone right at him and those surrounding him. No. It was better they stayed in the dark about him. They probably would hate what that light would show them.
“So you've been working with those guys for more than three years now ... and they still don't know?” Duke raised his eyebrows and tried to catch his gaze in the mirror.
Eliot avoided looking into his eyes.
“No, they don't. And I'd like to keep it that way.”
“Wait. So they've never been wondering about ...”
“Duke” Eliot interrupted his visitor mid-sentence. “Shut it. I don't wanna talk about it. They don't know, I want it to stay that way. So you can't just turn up, out of the blue, and throw me off my game.”
“Okay. I got it. Me turning up: Bad. Fine. I won't turn up anymore. Not ever again!”
“Not what I said!” Eliot sighed heavily. Sometimes Duke seemed to love turning his words around and making him sound like the worst person ever. “I like having you around. I just don't want them to find out about me.”
Eliot stopped the car and got out. Duke followed suit. They didn't talk while they walked along a path and then right into the woods, in between trees and bushes. It wasn't until they reached his home that Duke muttered something about his paranoia and a proper home with concrete pathways to lead up to it. Eliot smiled mildly. If he had set up home on a boat, Duke probably would be just fine.
“So. How was your day? Caught the bad guy?”
“Let him get caught by the police.” Eliot winked at Duke and closed the door behind them.
“Hit any bad guys today?”
“Nah.” Eliot shrugged. “Unfortunately the guy decided not to put up a fight.”
“Right.” Duke nodded understandingly. “Leave you to it, then.”
Eliot chuckled a little. Those were Dukes famous last words before he vanished into the bed room while Eliot himself went into his ... Special room.
He didn't do it for fun. The hitting people, the working out. This room probably was the only thing that kept him sane most of the time. He needed the workout and the hitting to get rid of the pressure that built up inside him. Troubled they called it, back in Haven. His condition had given him more than enough problems to last for two lifetimes. Every minute was an effort, every day a small victory. He fought every second of his life and no one knew about it. Except Duke.
The chief had explained it all to him and when Eliot had left Haven, Duke showed up as often as he could. Just to check up on him. Eliot knew that the chief had sent the young man and he was grateful.
Two hours later Eliot finally hit the shower and afterwards ... the bedroom.
Duke looked up and smiled softly.
“Now let's get to the good part,” his visitor whispered when he pulled Eliot closer. “And don't hold back. I love the rush that takes over my body when you let go.”
So Eliot did and he felt his emotions and feelings leave his body and fill up the whole room.#
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Your prompt said / not + so I hope the slight slashyness is okay. And you now put stupid ideas in my head. Because THAT pairing I certainly would like!
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Date: 2011-09-15 11:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 11:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-15 11:56 am (UTC)(Specifically the Smallville episodes with Adam Kight.)
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:06 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds/White Collar, teams, the Burkes go missing and the BAU is called to investigate
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:11 pm (UTC)Smallville/Leverage, Lex + team, they've been hired to steal a company... from their client
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:12 pm (UTC)Criminal Minds/Chuck, teams, joint op
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Date: 2011-09-15 12:13 pm (UTC)Supernatural/The Vampire Diaries, Dean + any (Dean stayed a vamp), they've never met a vamp like this one
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Date: 2016-09-26 03:35 pm (UTC)And then the shorter one smiles, and his mouth is full of shark-teeth.
Stefan rocks back in shock. Damon doesn’t move, but the raise of his eyebrows speaks volumes of surprise.
“Why the hell are you following us?” The man’s voice is garbled behind his horrifying teeth.
“Not following you,” Stefan says, hands raised in a gesture of surrender, and whoa, okay, Toothy’s moose of a brother is holding a giant machete now.
“We heard there was another vampire acting crazy, and we wanted to go shut him down,” Damon said.
Moose raises his eyebrows. “You’re hunters too, then?”
“Vampires,” Damon says, and grins, fangs gleaming.
Toothy frowns, and his teeth retract, and just like that, he has normal human teeth. “Are those real?”
Damon looks affronted. “Of course they’re real.”
Toothy squints at him. “You’re not wearing glitter, are you?”
“No!”
“I’ve never heard of a vamp that looks, you know, like Dracula,” Toothy says.
Stefan straightens up. “What do vamps look like, then?”
Toothy grins, and his scary teeth are on display once more.
Stefan shakes his head. “No, never seen a vampire like that. Been a vampire for almost two centuries now, so -”
Toothy reaches out and sticks a finger in Damon’s mouth.
“Hey!” Damon spits and shoves him away.
Toothy stares at the puncture wound on his fingertip. “Well, they’re real.”
“Are you a vampire?” Stefan eyes Moose.
Moose makes the machete vanish in his jacket. “Nope. Plain old-fashioned human. Hunter. Tracking a crazy vamp ourselves, actually.”
“Think we’re tracking the same crazy vamp?” Stefan asks.
“Maybe,” Moose says. He reaches into his jacket and unfolds a map, spreads it out on the hood of his super sweet car, and Stefan leans in to look at it. Damon and Toothy continue to eye each other warily.
Jeremy clears his throat, and all four snap to attention, stare at him.
Jeremy smiles and says, “Popcorn?”
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