Monday: Accidents, Mishaps, and Technical difficulties

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Woops, something appears to have gone wrong with our post for today. Hopefully tomorrow we'll have things straightened out! In the meantime, today's theme will be "Woops!" Whatever can go wrong, will go wrong... accidents, technical problems, the wrong message going to the wrong person... However you want to take it, go!


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Leverage, Eliot, how the hell do y'work this damn thing?!
Doctor Who, author's choice, well it's never made that sound before...

Supernatural/Warehouse 13, author's choice, really shouldn't have touched that

And don't forget to show smaller fandoms some love!


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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, how the hell do y'work this damn thing?!

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, author's choice, well it's never made that sound before...

Fill: Low Battery

[cghardy.livejournal.com]

The Doctor shook his screwdriver as it gave another low pitched noise before trying, again, to use it on the door. "Hurry it up, Spaceman," Donna hissed, looking over his shoulder.

He ignored her for looking at his tool. "What is wrong with you?" he asked, shaking it, "You've never done that before."

"Well, maybe, it's getting a little annoyed at you always waving it about. You use it too much," she fumed.

"I do not use it that much, I..." he paused, before looking at it and checking something on its side. "Donna, you're right; I have used it too much. It's low on power!"

"You mean you haven't replaced the battery in it," she complained.

"It doesn't take batteries!" he shouted as they ran from the creatures coming around the bend.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Warehouse 13, author's choice, really shouldn't have touched that

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, fledgling!Gabriel, even tricking his brothers has to be learnt

[ciaimpala.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, you were definitely not supposed to drive through that!

Spoilers for last week's Supernatural

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

Sam/Dean + Bobby, or gen - Bobby takes care of the boys in the aftermath of their hospital stay.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, one can only die so often on a single day

Fill: Bullets really suck

[marbleglove.livejournal.com]

Methos hates bullets with a burning passion.

He hates dying but it's really more a strong dislike than a true hatred. After all, when he dies, he spends some time dead and then he wakes up. So far, at least.

And he's actually rather ambivalent as far as guns go. They are useful tools and as long as he has one and the other guy doesn't, all is well; and if the other guy has one when he doesn't, then clearly he hadn't planned very well and had better work on that. When both he and the other guy each have a gun, then... well... a fair fight isn't exactly fair when one side is immortal and the other side isn't.

But bullets... bullets were absolutely awful because unless a poor immortal were lucky and the slug of lead went clear through, then he wound up with a noticeable piece of metal in a place where no piece of metal should be.

A bullet lodged in the heart was particularly frustrating.

His heart stopped and he died. Then he woke up and his heart failed to start and he died. Then he woke up and his heart failed to start again and he died.

He was only alive for long enough to punch a couple of digits into his cell phone at a time and then he died for long enough for the phone to revert to stand-by mode.

Luckily he had a freakishly strong quickening from being really old and having killed a lot of other immortals in his time, because his quickening would eventually eat away at any foreign object left in his body.

So eventually his heart would figure out how to work around the remains of the bullet.

At which point Methos would probably get to enjoy the pain and frustration of dying from lead poisoning periodically until the thing finally wore away entirely.

Bullets are pretty much the bane of his existence, Methos thinks. He really hates bullets.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the aliens come back looking for their lost city but it's not where they left it

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Good Omens, Crowley, he tempted Adam, not Eve ...

[tigriswolf]

Sherlock (BBC)/Harry Potter, gen or John/Sherlock, Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes are muggleborns. They are also the last Heirs of Slytherin, and Voldemort just found out.

Fill part 1

[indraleigh.livejournal.com]

Walking toward Baker Street John was surprised when he was swiftly grabbed and quickly lost concoiusness. After waking in a slightly lit room John used the light from his cell phone to look around the room. The phone acting buggy and not sure his text message got to Sherlock John sent what information he knew after finding Moriarity's still slightly warm most decidely dead body.

kidnapped - not moriarity

Sherlock’s usual rant to Lestrade was interrupted by his phone ringing a tone John had set to annoy Sherlock. Reading the text Sherlock lunged for the door leaving Lestade behind texting as he went.

Cutting through an alley on the way back to Baker street a cracking noise stopped Sherlock’s running.

“A wizard took John.”

“Why would a wizard want John?” Sherlock demanded.

Calmly leaning against his umbrella Mycroft answered Sherlock. "Voldemort and he wants us.”

“John is the bait in his trap. Why us?” Frustrated Sherlock hated not having information.

“If you hadn’t turned your back on the Wizarding World you would know that Voldemort believes in the supremacy of purebloods, specifically those of Slytherin characteristics.” Mycroft patiently explained.

“Why us? We’re muggleborns.” Sherlock demanded.

“We are Slytherin’s last heirs and Voldemort just found out.” Mycroft said reminding Sherlock of something they had known since they had worked together to get into the restricted section of Hogwart's library.

“Tell me everything you know about this Voldemort.” Sherlock demanded.

“He was born Thomas Riddle.”

“Little Tommy Riddle has John. Apperate us to Baker Street. I need my wand. I will not allow Riddle near John any longer than possible.” Sherlock interrupted stepping close and grabbing Mycroft’s coat.

“You haven’t experimented on your wand?” Mycroft said when they appeared in John and Sherlock’s flat.

“After the third time Olivander replaced it he made me promise not to experiment on any more wands, especially mine.” Sherlock said as he waved his wand after winding a thread from one of John's jumpers around it.



Opening his eyes the first thing John saw was Sherlock’s back in front of him; wand out ready for action.

Sherlock didn’t see John’s eyes widen recognizing a wizarding wand and the bit of worry and fear in the expression before John hid it. John had no idea that Sherlock had decimated anyone (and it was quiet a few death eaters) who stood between him and John or that Sherlock was ready to defend his injured friend at the slightest hint of a threat. Mycroft saw what both of them missed. With Voldemort paralyzed from both spellwork and muggle pharmaceuticals that Sherlock had in his pockets from his current case and everyone else decimated Mycroft was able to allow Sherlock time to gradually relax once he determined the danger to John had lessened and he could, somewhat, lower the wand.

When Mycroft stepped close with wand at the ready Sherlock turned to observe John who said, “So you both are wizards.”

“How do you know that?” Sherlock saw pain not from John's current physical condition before he managed to say “I’m a squib” and fell unconscious.

Surprised Mycroft softly demanded Sherlock’s attention. “I have to know Sherlock. Are you going to turn you back on John because he comes from the wizarding world?”

“Mycroft let me make this one fact perfectly clear to you. I will never turn my back on John Watson.” Sherlock vowed, to Mycoft, his self, and to john.

“Good. Because he is going to require assistance during his recovery.” Mycroft said as both Aurors and his minions entered the house and started to take custody of death eater bodies.

[tigriswolf]

Supernatural, Lucifer + author's choice, "You are losing my interest and that is very dangerous... What I forget not only ceases to exist, but never really existed in the first place."

[tigriswolf]

Stargate Atlantis, John/Rodney + bad guys, Rodney’s vengeance can destroy galaxies

[ami-ven.livejournal.com]

This one sort of ran away with me

"One-Tenth", PG, here at my journal (http://ami-ven.livejournal.com/206390.html)

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, you must never run from anything immortal. it catches their attention.

Run

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

You must never run away from anything Immortal; it catches their attention. Instead, master the art of nonchalance. Adopt the lifestyle of obliviousness. Don the cloak of innocence. Do not run when a walk will do; do not walk when an amble will suffice. Slouch when you can. Never be in a straight line, whether you be lying down, sitting, standing or walking: curl into yourself, tilt your body sideways, cock a leg askew, zig zag through the crowd. Like a leopard uses its spots to distort its shape, obliterate your presence by scattering misconceptions throughout yourself. Couple the wary hand on your hilt with an awkward elbow-bend. Disguise the scanning eye with a myopic squint or a lingering glance of appreciation. Override the initial tingle of Presence with an allergic sneeze. Distort yourself and blend into the background. Wait for them to pass you by. Be patient until they dismiss you. Breathe a sigh of relief when it is over. Forget how you could make them run.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Team, Palmer got lost again

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Lucifer/Sam/Gabriel & any, everything went downhill when he/she tried to hit on Sam (who has possessive Archangels in tow)

[dizilla.livejournal.com]

Assassin's Creed II, Ezio/Leonardo, Leo finds himself trapped in one of his machines when it goes awry and Ezio can't help but take advantage.

[dizilla.livejournal.com]

Mentalist, Lisbon/Jane, he really fucked up and he owed it to her to make it up somehow.

[dizilla.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, you can't just accidentally fall in love, can you?

[jessicamariek.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy X, cast, "Rikku, was that supposed to explode?"

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Scott & Stiles, "oh, so it's *not* like catnip"

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, gate malfunction leaves them stranded alone on a planet

Malfunction? What malfunction?

[loveinstars.livejournal.com]

Sooo, yeah. I took this one step beyond the prompt but I hope you like anyway. ;)

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"Hey, Daniel?"

"Yeah, Jack."

"Don't you ever get sick of the 'Gate screwing up and leaving us stranded on random, abandoned planets?"

"Not really."

"...of course not. Spacemonkey."

"As if you're so heartbroken to be alone with me."

"I wouldn't be if you weren't so absorbed in those damned rocks."

"They're artifacts, Jack."

"Like I said, rocks."

......

"You know, Daniel, I'm starting to think we're being set up."

"What makes you say that? How we've been stranded on yet another planet for the third time this month and it only ever happens to us?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Do? Why would I do anything? If they wanna give us mini-vacations alone who am I to argue?"

"That is so like you."

"You love it."

[badgerling.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Ronon, car trouble

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Any, trauma victim, something broken in my mind

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

They talk about me like I’m not there, sitting by my bedside. Or later, when I’m able to move around the house, they don’t bother to leave the room.

“I just don’t understand, Alastor. What’s wrong with him?”

“Poppy explained it best she could, don’t know why you think I’ll have any better way of puttin’ it.”

“Yes, but she said his throat is fine. His lungs, his mouth, everything, she was able to heal it. There’s nothing wrong with him. Why won’t he talk to us?”

“It’s not anything that happened to his neck, Molly. It’s something inside.”

Not as bad as Frank and Alice. That’s what they keep saying to her. Don’t worry, he’s not as bad as Frank and Alice. His eyes track, he nods and shakes his head, he seems to know where he is. He’ll come around soon enough. He’s not as bad as Frank and Alice.

But it won’t be good enough for her until I say something. Something to prove that I’m back, that not everything was left on the floor of a cell, that I’m still her little boy. She speaks to me, asks me questions that can’t be answered with a nod or shake, tries to trick a word out of me. They heard me screaming when they found me; they know my voice is still in here.

But I can’t let it out. I want to. I just can’t. The Death Eaters spent so long looking for it, and I had to keep it hidden away.

“Do you want more of this? Do you? Just tell us where your brother is, and we’ll stop. One word, and it will stop. It’s so easy to make it end; anything else that happens to you is your fault. Do you have anything to say?”

I didn’t. Not once. The hat didn’t just say Gryffindor because the tie would look good with red hair. I got rid of my voice, buried it deep, put it in a box that no spells or potions could get through, slammed it shut and locked it up, and of course I put the key somewhere I couldn’t find it. If anything, all of this is showing how good a job I did at hiding it.

But she still cries. She doesn’t understand. None of them do. And I can’t explain it, so I might as well be like Frank and Alice for all the good my mind is doing me. So many thoughts and no way to get them out.

They take the bandages off my hands and leave. I try to grab their attention, but I flailed and twitched so much the first week that everyone learned to ignore it. So I go and find it myself, digging through desk drawers that I haven’t been around to open in years, looking for some scrap that I must have left behind. I finally find something in the back, a stray piece that had fallen in my rush to leave.

I never do manage to find a quill, so when I set the piece of parchment on the kitchen counter next to her, the words are written in soot from the fireplace, traced out by my shaky hands. She looks up from her baking to read them.

hello mum

She stares for a second, disbelieving. Tears roll down her face and land in little spots on the bread dough. Her hands are already covered in flour, so she has something to respond with, white letters below the black.

Hello, Percy. Welcome back.

[connorangel21.livejournal.com]

Terminator:SCC/Secret Circle, Adam(John)+all, after stuggeling but succeding to to keep who he really is a secret he finally lets it slip in front of everyone(the circle/parents)
"Your not my father so stop trying to act like it!" or something like that.

[loveinstars.livejournal.com]

SPN; Gabriel/Sam, "What do you mean your wings don't work? Then how did you just fly here!"