Friday: Free for All
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comment_ficHappy Friday, everyone! It's our usual Free For All, so knock yourselves out. All fandoms, characters, and prompts are welcome today.
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Leverage, author's choice, case of the gigglesAnd don't forget to show smaller fandoms some love!
Archer, Lana, You want me to what to who during what song?!?!
Criminal Minds/Castle, Rick/Reid, don't underestimate yourself
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Date: 2011-09-30 06:47 am (UTC)Filled: Supernatural/Narnia
Date: 2011-09-30 03:04 pm (UTC)Sam is standing before a lion. No, not just any lion, The Lion, the one from the Narnia books he had read as a kid, the ones that he had checked out of the Lackawanna County Public Library that may or may not still have been tucked into some cranny in the Impala because Dad had swept them out of town before he had gotten a chance to return them. The books he had picked up because the covers had been the most beautiful works of art he had ever seen, and hadn’t been able to put down, reading them clandestinely by flashlight after Dean had accused him of reading porn.
And after years, years, of praying and hoping and wishing and occasionally hiding at the backs of closets, just to be sure, he at last found himself face-to-face with Aslan.
“Is this what I think it is?” Sam had to squint against the golden light radiating from his great mane. He knew the answer at once, once you had seen Him, you could never confuse Him with anything else. Part of Sam wanted nothing more than to rake his fingers through that mane, to burry his face in the fur, and part of him was so damn angry he couldn’t stand to look at Him, and part of Sam, the most reasonable part more likely than not, was afraid, so very afraid.
Sam ran a shaking hand through his own tangled mess of hair. “Jesus Christ.”
The Lion closed the space between them with two strides with his great paws: terrible…if he didn’t know how to velvet them. Sam was still focused upon those paws when the Lion’s head connected with his chest, lifting him off his feet and tossing him to the ground as if he were no more than a rag doll.
It had been a very long time since anyone had been able to force Sam to go somewhere he did not want to go. The blow had knocked the wind out of him and as he sat on his ass in the dirt trying to recover, he began to cry.
“Now?” He shouted through desperate, childish sobs. “What gives you the right?” He snatched up tufts of grass and handfuls of dirt, hurling at the great Lion, who only stared back at Sam with impassive amber eyes that were somehow more than human.
“You were supposed to be there for me! You were supposed to protect me,” halfway through his tangent, Sam aborted his efforts of throwing things at the Lion. Seeing the clods of dirt and weeds clinging to the Lion’s brilliant fur only made him sad, and Sam wanted to be angry.
“You don’t get to come back into my life,” Sam wiped his eyes furiously, smearing dirt across his tear-streaked cheeks. “Not after everything you’ve done. You call yourself a father? You suck, man, you suck. Fathers suck.”
The Lion said nothing, only shook the dirt from his fur, stretched his impossibly strong back, and laid down on the ground besides Sam, so close that Sam could smell the sweetness of his breath and feel its warmth upon his face. At last Sam leaned over and did the one thing he had always longed for more than anything else in world. He buried his face in the Lion’s mane, letting the scent of old leather and gasoline wash over him like a flood.
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Date: 2011-09-30 11:12 am (UTC)Still, he thinks he’s seen the worst of Sam’s Heaven. But last time Sam hadn’t been in Hell.
At first Dean has to wonder why the hell (no pun intended) they’re here. It shouldn’t even be possible. Having Hell in Heaven is like mixing beer and soda.
He turns his face away, since he can’t stand to Sam being tortured. Then he hears Sam say “You’re only torturing me because you don’t know how to do anything else.”
He whips his head around, incredulous, to see Lucifer flinch back as if Sam had hit him. “That’s not true!”
Sam sneers at him. “Prove it.”
And before Dean can say anything, tell Sammy it’s a bad idea to taunt the devil, Lucifer lunges forward and grabs hold of Sam’s hair.
But he doesn’t hit him, or throw him across the cage. For a moment Dean thinks Lucifer’s going to bite him, since he brings his face close to Sam’s, but then he’s kissing him.
The kiss is savage; it might as well be a bite. Dean stares, more shocked that when he realized being in Hell was one of Sam’s happiest memories, because Sam is kissing back.
He turns and runs. He doesn’t know what he’s running from, but that’s not important. He just needs to get away.
When they’re back in their latest shitty motel room, Sam says in a small voice, “It…wasn’t always like that?”
“Wasn’t like what, Sam?” Dean rasps. “You being tortured, or playing tonsil-hockey with Satan?”
“Dean–“
“No, Sam! I knew he tortured you, but I didn’t know he r-“ he stops, unable to get the word out.
“Dean, no, it wasn’t like that!” Sam repeats.
“It sure as hell looked like it!”
“He–got better. I taught him.”
And the thought of Sam teaching Lucifer anything, much less that, turns his stomach. “You know what, whatever.”
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Date: 2011-09-30 07:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 07:15 am (UTC)Spoilers for Supernatural 7x01
Date: 2011-09-30 07:18 am (UTC).
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Supernatural, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Bobby tells the boys that he's found something that can kill Leviathan. The only problem is that they got Gabriel killed during the last Apocalypse. Now they have to find a way to resurrect an Archangel.
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Date: 2011-09-30 07:48 am (UTC)No fill, but....
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Date: 2011-09-30 08:12 am (UTC)(By the way, both characters were played by Tim Hutton, and the actress who plays Nate's wife was also a regular on the series.)
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Date: 2011-09-30 07:02 pm (UTC)Inarra always knew that "Serenity" was a lie. She knew that Mal's every waking hour -- and, for that matter, his sleeping ones -- were spent in an epic fury. A fury controlled so tightly that the control itself was frightening. Mal was angry with himself, angry with the Alliance, angry with fate, angry with his dead, and angry with the 'verse. It was only the contradictory combination of ship-board isolation and companions who depended on him that kept Mal from exploding like a nuclear weapon.
Mal was a monster. A beast. Niska got a glimpse of that just before he died. Inarra always wondered if the last thought that went through Niska's mind was, "I have found something worse than me."
There was only one way they could ever banish Mal's carefully-hidden beast. They had to go back to the beginning.
Mal was standing on a bare outcrop of half-slagged rock, staring fixedly off into the distance as a wandering wind rippled the hem of his coat around his boots. His face was a mask. A mask hiding the beast.
"Can we do this?" Inarra asked him quietly.
Mal broke away from his reverie and glanced at her. A flicker of a smile crossed his face.
"No choice," he said. Which was true. The ship was gone. It belonged to Zoe now. Kaylee, Jayne, Simon, and River were her crew. They had lifted off from this world two days ago, carrying a load of high-quality scrap. Maybe Mal and Inarra would see them again. Maybe not.
Inarra stepped up onto the boulder on which Mal was standing. Behind them, the cattle lowed back and forth to each other as they picked at the stubs of yellow grass that had somehow fought there way out of the arid ground. An old, but servicable, all-terrain truck was parked nearby. It carried everything they would need to build their homestead.
"When was the last time you were here?" Inarra asked quietly.
Mal's eyes narrowed, "Right after the battle. Just after they took me and Zoe prisoner. They loaded us onto a cargo hauler and shipped us out to a POW camp. I caught a glimpse just before the cargo ramp closed. It... it was different."
"Different?"
Mal's jaw worked, "Vehicles. Wreckage. Bodies. Lotsa bodies that were in the sun for days. The smell..."
Mal ground to a halt.
Taking Mal's arm, Inarra leaned her head against his shoulder. This wouldn't be easy, but it had to be done.
Before them, Serenity Valley stretched out to a mountains.
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Date: 2011-09-30 08:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-30 08:30 am (UTC)Fill: "I think I might have found the One, Mother."
Date: 2011-09-30 03:02 pm (UTC)They went to a coffee shop in a mall, where the barista shot them rather unnerved looks.
The conversation started off awkwardly. Wednesday wanted to know what had happened to Xander's other eye and if he still had it somewhere back at his place. Xander wanted to know why she had been planting nightshade in the local park.
They wound up talking about girls' fashions.
They compared their experience with how different fabrics reacted to blood stains and which fashions could deal with a few rips and tears without being ruined. Wednesday's mother could apparently walk around in a floor length dress practically painted on and still look fabulous at the end of the day. Wednesday had to make do with pre-ripped styles.
Xander knew everything there was to know about blood and gore splatters and how to get a fashion-conscious girl ready to walk around in public when the current emergency couldn't wait for her to be thoroughly decontaminated.
Xander was beginning to think that the worst that might happen on this date was the barista reporting them to the police as a couple of serial killers.
That was when the barista transformed into her regular self and tried to eat him.
Luckily, Wednesday turned out to be just the sort of girl who could terrify demons *and* she had a handful of hemlock powder to blow in the demon-barista's face.
Afterwards, Wednesday told him that she was very impressed by his choice of locations, and Xander asked her out for their second date.
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