Tuesday: Technical Difficulties

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Hey guys! havenward here, stepping in for cyphersushi because she can't get access to LJ or her email right now! So technical difficulties seems like an apt choice. Maybe the computer crashes at just the wrong moment, or the airplane's controls go out. Maybe it's as simple as a miscommunication or mistranslation. Run with it!


Just remember to follow the usual rules:
ø No more than 5 prompts in a row, no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If a prompt is answered, you may prompt again.

ø No spoilers in your prompts until 1 week after the original air/publication date. If there's spoilers in your response, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

ø Remember to format your prompts appropriately and keep them to a reasonable length. For example:

Grimm, author's choice, the book's pages are sticking together
SPN, the Ghostfacers team, the video cameras keep dying

Sherlock/Person of Interest, Mycroft/Finch, not only are your papers out of order, your communications are down

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


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[havenward.livejournal.com]

Grimm, author's choice, the book's pages are sticking together

Fill: Bad Things Gone Away

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

A/N: For some reason I'm pretty sure it's not what you wanted... >_< But I loved your prompt too much)

The book’s pages are sticking together; have been that way since before Eddie can remember. Maybe those dark stains are blood, maybe it’s strawberry jam or gravy or whatnot. The book doesn’t smell like anything except dust and old age.

The pages that got stuck together tell the story of the Little Red Riding Hood, the story that had in a way exposed his kind to the world, which, by the way, Eddie finds wholly unjust because not every blutbad is prone to fixating on little girls wearing red. There are plenty of books debasing the human race; his kind can take one that debases them. Sometimes it’s a comforting thought; at other times it’s depressing.

“Did they even exist?” Nick asks. “The Brothers Grimm, that is.”

He looks at the book from a distance. Eddie won’t let him hold it. It’s a family heirloom, he explains, and most definitely not a weapon, not like the books Marie has left him. There is nothing in it but a collection of dark, disturbing stories. Human parents read them to human children at bedtime, but to Eddie, they are a reminder of where he comes from.

Eddie shrugs. “Somebody wrote this. And somebody had to have given you guys the name.”

And a happy ending, Eddie thinks but doesn’t say. Right now Nick is not ready to know that the Brothers Grimm, whoever they were, gave the story of Rotkäppchen its happy ending. Nick doesn’t need to know that the original Red Riding Hood was torn apart by the big bad wolf in her grandmother’s bed. Nick has to keep the faith because no matter what Eddie says, he likes it that Nick trusts him.

After all, the pages are stuck together for a reason.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

SPN, the Ghostfacers team, the video cameras keep dying

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Sherlock/Person of Interest, Mycroft/Finch, not only are your papers out of order, your communications are down

[samueljames]

Charmed, Chris & Wyatt, they accidentally break something electronic and try to magically fix it before they get in trouble but it doesn't work.

[samueljames]

Criminal Minds, Reid/Morgan, Reid's phone is lost and Morgan worries when he can't get in touch with him.

Fill: Keep Calm or Carry On (Morgan/Reid, PG)

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

When Spencer doesn’t show up where and when they agreed, Derek is curious, but he isn’t worried just yet. It’s rare for Spencer to be late. Even more rare that he hasn’t called ahead. But “things happen”, Morgan’s been told, and this is exactly the kind of situation in which Morgan has jumped to conclusions before. “For someone you claim to trust with your life,” Spencer’s said, “You don’t trust me nearly enough to get from Point A to Point B without being abducted by some psycho.”

Morgan practices his ability to trust. He pretends that “some psycho” doesn’t take a creepy personal interest in Spencer at least once a year. He resolutely avoids thinking about the sexual psychopath that approached Spencer in a subway once. Or the megalomaniac that sought him out at a recruitment conference. Derek refuses to think about the whack jobs that Spencer has willingly approached himself, alone and without a vest on, and sometimes even unarmed.

Derek calls instead. He becomes concerned when Spencer doesn’t pick up – it isn’t like Spencer to ignore a call, much less two. Certainly not three.

Never five.

But Derek doesn’t panic. He trusts. He waits. And he rationalizes, and then he calls Garcia and has her check the GPS on Spencer’s phone.

And when Garcia can’t find a signal… Then. Only then… does Derek mount a motherfucking rescue.

Because he’d been too busy “trusting” to jump in his car and go get his boy. He’d been too busy not thinking about what could be happening to Spencer to stop something from happening to Spencer. He’d been busy while Spencer was, potentially, being kidnapped. Beaten. Molested, even raped. Left to die in a ditch somewhere, or murdered and hidden where Derek will never, never find him…

Or. Looking for his phone. Which, coincidentally, had been forgotten in a men’s room at the sushi bar where Spencer had gone for lunch, and then later knocked into a toilet.

The next time Derek hears from Spencer, it’s through a call from an unfamiliar number. As soon as Derek picks up, he is greeted by Spencer’s too-loud voice, his coiled and angry tone. “Morgan. Could you please explain to me why there is an officer of the D.C. police department at the door to my apartment talking about a missing person’s report?”

Derek sighs. He tried his hardest… But it seems that he’s failed this particular test again.

There’s only one thing he can say in his defense.

“Uh… because I didn’t call in S.W.A.T. this time? Baby, don’t be-”

Spencer responds with a short but effective expletive and a dial tone.

Derek will admit – he probably shouldn’t have brought that up. He still owes Spencer the money to replace his bedroom door.

[samueljames]

Without A Trace, Danny/Martin, Danny gets frustrated at repeated paper jams in the printer but Martin steps in and fixes things for him.

[samueljames]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tim, Gibbs accidentally damages Tim's laptop which had the draft of his novel on it.

[samueljames]

Burn Notice, Michael, batteries running out when they have someone under surveillance.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, he went thousands of years without technology, if he ignores it long enough this trend will disappear soon enough

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel, Sam wants to make love to Gabriel not his vessel, but this means lots of difficulties for both of them

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs, how did he get the boats out of his basement?

Filled

[indraleigh.livejournal.com]

Finished with the last double check that everything was finished and cleaned up Gibbs set his packed lunch box into the boat before climbing in too.

Once he got situated he dialed a number stored in his phone. “Jack? You got the new guy ready for a test session? I'm all ready.”

Seconds after ending the call a flash of blueish light and Gibbs, his lunchbox, and boat all disappeared from the basement.

Years ago Captain Jack O'Neill worked with Gibbs and the two kept in contact through loss, both good and bad missions, promotions, job changes, and later when Jack became a General in in charge of a secret project he finagled his way into letting Gibbs in on the secret with the excuse that if a marine or sailor needed NCIS it would sure help if someone at NCIS knew what was going on and would be able to get right to work instead of spending forever and a day going though clearances and paperwork. One visit to Washington D.C. after too many long budget and congressional meetings plan was developed to allow testing of transporter and alien based crafts by moving a small wooden craft from an inside a building to a specific spot in an ocean. The craft was then picked up by a one of the still in developmental alien based crafts.

Every time Gibbs heard someone wonder how he got those boats out of his basement he smiled, confident know one would be able to guess the real method.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam &(/) Lucifer, whenever Lucifer is around, Sam's laptop freezes.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Thor, Thor/Loki, Thor tries - and fails - to learn some of Loki's magic.

Fill: Thor, Thor/Loki - Horses for courses - 1

[amcw177.livejournal.com]

Split into two comments because I do what I want and apparently that requires >4,300 characters. /o\

It looks like the easiest thing in the world. The flick of a wrist, the twirl of a finger, some nonsensical gestures and there it is - an exact copy of Thor's cup or snow tumbling from the ceiling or eerie spider webs of colour and light.

It looks so easy when Loki does it. And there seems to be no limit to the things Loki can do. Every day he comes up with something new. It's a little unsettling, if Thor were to admit to such emotions.

But the truth is that Thor’s power has a somewhat preset range of options – they are impressive, sure, but they are also very much set. The potential of Loki's magic is downright infinite.

So Thor decides to pay more attention to Loki’s actions when he turns sugar to salt or sculpts pretty shapes from the snow.

---

It is not as easy as it looks. It appears to require a lot of reading, which is the only thing Thor can determine his brother is doing to improve.

When Thor wants to get stronger he trains. Simple, straight-forward one-step-strategy. When Loki aims to learn a new trick all he seems to be doing is to lock himself up in his room and read. For hours. Thor cannot even fathom how there can still be words on the pages when Loki is done because he has to be practically inhaling them.

But it is what it is and one evening Thor sneaks into Loki's chambers to snatch one of his brother's beloved books to see for himself. Can't be that hard, can it? He is the might Thor after all.

---

It is hard. In fact, harder than anything Thor has ever tried. Mainly, because it doesn't seem to work. At all..

The book he snagged claims to be about 'Transformations Of Semi-Living Objects And Household Use Thereof' in fading runes. Maybe he should have picked something simpler. But it was the thinnest book in Loki's study. All the other tomes were thicker than Thor's arm and had no discernable titles whatsoever. Some of them looked like they were not even meant to be read. Or if the last person who tried got eaten.

Be that as it may, Thor is nothing if not stubborn and so he keeps trying. He just really wishes the book had come with illustrations.

[shaitanah.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, the Doctor and/or the TARDIS, the Chameleon circuit is broken but it's not a problem.

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Neal, what he does when he realizes his anklet isn't transmitting.

[misura.livejournal.com]

"Paris is nice this time of year," Mozzie says, not looking at Neal.

"Europe in November." Neal shakes his head. "I'll pass." Between the two of them, Mozzie is the one more sensitive to things like cold, warmth, humidity, dryness and the curiosity or seeming lack thereof of random passers-by. Paris was never an option.

"Hawaii, then. Granted, not a lot of art, but hey, it's not like you're strapped for cash, assuming, of course, that when you told me about your stash, you were lying – which, if memory serves correctly, you were, so why am I even bringing this up?"

Neal sips his coffee. It's not as good as June's. "Because you're bitter?"

"Wounded," Mozzie says. "Deeply hurt."

"So where do you keep your stash, Moz? Storage unit?"

Mozzie snorts, which could mean 'yes'. "Like I'd tell you." It could also mean 'no', of course.

"Wounded and deeply hurt," Neal says.

"No, see, I tell you that I won't tell you. I'm being honest, because you're my friend, and that's what friends do." Mozzie peers at his tea as if wondering – not so much if it's been poisoned, but what with. "South America? I know a guy who knows a guy there."

Neal looks at his anklet. It's not like he's never seen it before, but then, it was a shackle, a way for other people to control him, keep track of him. The light is still on – it looks like it's still working.

Peter will know better, of course. The first time Peter checks the records, Peter will know something is wrong.

"No." Peter has told Neal he's not checking up on him through the anklet anymore. That he trusts Neal. "I'm not going anywhere, Moz." And now Neal can find out if that's true – and if it is, well. Peter was a lot of fun to play with when he was chasing Neal, but that game ended with Neal in prison. A rematch is long overdue, and Neal has no objection to it taking place in a place where Peter might feel he's got a homecourt advantage.

"You're an idiot," Mozzie tells him without heat or surprise.

[lionessvalenti.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Computers can smell fear".

FILL: Torchwood, Gen (or Owen/Tosh), Fear Her

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

I just stared at this prompt and it came to me...

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Owen smacked the side of his computer. "Stupid machine!" He uselessly slammed at the keyboard.

Nearby, Tosh winced and pushed up her glasses. "What's that computer ever done to you, Owen?"

"It's rubbish!" He took the mouse and scrolled it chaotically across the screen. "It wasn't doing what I told it to do then it just," he flew his arms up into the air and blew a raspberry. "It died."

"It's not dead." Toshiko sighed. "Move over Owen."

Owen stood back and watched with amazement as with a few flicks of her wrist and minimal taps on the keyboard, Toshiko had put the computer back to where it had been before.

She smiled brightly. "All fixed. Computers can smell fear, you know." Then she turned and walked towards the kitchenette. "By the way," she called over her shoulder. "You need to update Java."

Owen stared at her backside... "Well how do I do that!?"

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Sherlock (BBC), "Anthea"/John, the batteries are dead in her phone

[kasmodia.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Sampala, it's a whole new dimension of love (though now, the car tends to be a bitch somedays)

[mutedbyfear.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS Chris/Steve - why the hell couldn't he get service on his cell phone when Chris was expecting him to call

[mithrel.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five 0, Steve/Danny, setting up/installing a hi0def TV.

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison + team, he's lost visual

[lmx-v3point3.livejournal.com]

"Oh, goddamnit."

There's an awkward pause; Sophie is mid-flow in the middle of a party in the Russian embassy, Parker's on the roof, Eliot's still fighting off the guards on the ground floor, Nate's in the bank setting up plan... J or something. Who knows when it comes to Nate. The thing is, right now they have a problem.

"Oh frak, it's on the *floor*, damnit," Hardison muttered to himself from inside the van.

"Hardison, you alright?" Nate is probably the only one who could sound so mild in the face of a complete breakdown from their only source of information.

"Fuck. Sorry guys, I've lost visual. You're gonna have to... damnit. Fuck. Is that... what is that?"

"Hardison, calm down and tell me what's going on. Can you get the system back up? Sophie is going to need you..."

"Nah, Nate. You don't understand. I dropped a contact. It's all covered with fluff and shit from the floor..."

A beat, another.

"Ground floor is clear," Eliot growled down the line. "I'll run home and grab your spares."

[strongwriter.livejournal.com]

Flashpoint, Spike + team, "Babycakes, no!"

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, the gun jams

[tigriswolf]

Glee, bullies + Kurt, the dumpster lid gets stuck

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos + author's choice, twenty minutes into the future, all technology stops working. Only the older immortals flourish in the new world.