Thursday: Reunion
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meteorfire here once again, this time to present what’s up for Thursday.
The latest theme is Reunion. Perhaps an encounter with a long lost love, or a dreaded enemy, or maybe that one time someone got it in their head to host a family reunion. Or, maybe someone finally reunited with that one sock that they’d thought had been lost forever in the depths of the dryer.
Here's some quick examples:
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
Have fun, everyone!
tag= Reunion
meteorfire here once again, this time to present what’s up for Thursday.The latest theme is Reunion. Perhaps an encounter with a long lost love, or a dreaded enemy, or maybe that one time someone got it in their head to host a family reunion. Or, maybe someone finally reunited with that one sock that they’d thought had been lost forever in the depths of the dryer.
Here's some quick examples:
- Final Fantasy VII, JENOVA, she can wait as long as she has to for Reunion.
- Final Fantasy VII, Tifa & Cloud, she thought he was dead—and then she found him at the train station
- The Walking Dead, Sophia, after a while she gave up on being reunited with her mother and the rest of the group.
- The Walking Dead, any, turning was like joining a family you never knew you even had
- Sherlock BBC, John/Sherlock, they run into John’s ex-wife Mary while on a case; Sherlock didn’t even know he had a wife
And as always, remember to follow the rules:
- Only three prompts from a fandom
- Only five prompts in a row
- If one prompt gets filled you can leave a new one
- No spoilers in your prompts until a week after airdate/publication
- If your fill contains a spoiler please warn accordingly and leave space for the spoiler.
Have fun, everyone!
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Date: 2012-01-26 07:57 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-26 07:58 am (UTC)everything he knows to be right, wrong
Date: 2012-02-05 08:40 pm (UTC)Once again, John Watson seems to exist to prove everything Sherlock knows to be right, wrong.
Still, Sherlock guesses straight away, when he first lays eyes on her. It's written all over, especially in the tan line around her ring finger. Yet, somehow, a part of Sherlock's brain finds it difficult to assimilate, despite the obvious evidence.
John isn't married. She can't be his wife.
One look at John's face, though, and you didn't need be a consulting detective to know that you're right.
"Excuse us," Sherlock says curtly to the lady, and drags a speechless John into the room next door with a slam before either can protest. "You have a wife?"
"Had," John corrects dizzily, sinking onto the closest chair. "I haven't seen Mary in years."
Sherlock observes his companion for a moment, taking in his shock. "You... never told me."
"It never came up in conversation," John responds dryly, already sounding more like himself. He looks at Sherlock again, properly looks, and his brow creases into a frown. "Sherlock, she doesn't mean anything to me. We've been divorced nearly ten years."
Sherlock doesn't know why John is telling him this. It's no business of his, John doesn't need to justify or explain or elaborate.
And yet, somehow Sherlock feels lighter at those words.
John stands, taking Sherlock's hand and tugging him back to reality. "Come here."
Sherlock goes to him without protest, letting John sink his face into his shoulder. They stay like that for a long time.
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Date: 2012-01-26 08:02 am (UTC)I'm allowed to post this now, right? *crosses fingers*
Date: 2012-01-30 04:16 pm (UTC)The first kiss was always blistering after they'd been apart for a while, and for Jack it had been a /very/ long time. Then there was the playground scrapping that didn't do any real harm, but always got their blood flowing, and the requisite groping and drinking and eye-fucking and /God/ it had been far too long since Jack had done this.
After all that, Jack told him to leave. As much as he'd love to continue, he needed to fix things with his team first. Not to mention, he was planning something with Ianto; he had a suave line about a date that he was planning to surprise the younger man with at an opportune moment.
The look of shock on John's face was bittersweet.
"Time was you couldn't have enough of me on your territory," John retorted, before shooting the glass out from in front of his team.
However much they might make it seem otherwise, the Time Agency did teach more than how to lay any species you came across. John read the situation quickly and disappeared using the teleport on his Vortex Manipulator, popping out of existence with a flash of blue light and a significant wink to Jack.
As he brushed aside the concerns of his team, Jack decided: he’d ask Ianto out tomorrow. Tonight, he had other plans.
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Date: 2012-01-26 08:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-26 09:01 am (UTC)Possible spoilers for latest BBC Sherlock
Date: 2012-01-26 09:08 am (UTC)BBC Sherlock, Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes, "You're dead. So am I. Let's have dinner."
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:15 am (UTC)dying to die
Date: 2012-02-05 08:56 pm (UTC)"I'm back," he announces, toneless and lacklustre.
Balthazar is the most melodramatic, as per usual. "Why so soon, Cas? One would almost think you were dying to... well, die."
Castiel turns a frosty eye on his brother, who's lounging in an armchair with a pipe in his mouth. Since when had Balthazar taken up tobacco? Castiel must have been away long, although it feels like only last week that he'd been killed for the nth time.
"It couldn't be helped," Castiel says, looking almost morose. "Dean's life was in danger."
Opposite Balthazar, Zacahariah's sigh is long and long-suffering. "Please, let's not talk about Dean Winchester. I never wish to lay eyes on that heathen of a man again."
Castiel's jaw juts out, proud and stubborn and loyal to a fault. "Dean was chosen."
Gabriel, who's standing on the ceiling, of course, laughs, not unkindly. "As were you, brother. You and Dean both - you're special. I told you Father has favourites."
Castiel has nothing to say to that. He doesn't know if he's his Father's favourite, or if he's special, or chosen. What he does know is that he keeps dying, and he keeps returning here, to where his brothers and sisters are, but each time he goes back to the Winchesters in one piece, without fail.
Time is almost up. Castiel has never had to wait longer than five minutes to be reborn. He can feel the call in his angel bones.
He glances around the room, at his kin. Uriel is in the corner, hidden in the shadows. Ever since his death, he has never spoken a word to Castiel. Castiel has no feelings on the matter, but he knows Sam would say it is for the best, and Dean would just curse the angel for the choices he'd made.
Castiel's gaze eventually falls on Anna. She's approaching him, her expression, like his, unreadable.
"Do the right thing, Castiel," she urges softly, looking like she will touch him, but she doesn't.
"I will," he answers. "I will keep them safe."
The time has come, and Castiel closes his eyes. "It is time," he says. "Dean is calling. I must go."
When he opens his eyes again, he sees Dean, and Sam, and Bobby, and he is home.
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:24 am (UTC)Fill: Hell
Date: 2012-01-27 01:48 am (UTC)It's the sequel to the last prompt I filled for you (http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/310466.html?thread=56626626#t56626626) and is therefore an NCIS/SPN crossover.
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The apocalypse has come, so it's to be expected that there are a lot of people in Hell. Gibbs is initially a little surprised to find himself amongst them, but he knows all about good intentions so it doesn't phase him for long. With the sudden influx of billions of souls, and what Gibbs hears was a sudden decrease in demon numbers prior to the apocalypse, it's not actually so bad in Hell. Sure, it's full of fire and brimstone, but unless you were too stupid, it's easy enough to get away from anyone trying to torture you, and you can eke out a sort of existence that, while not being heavenly, is almost earthly. They have all the time in the universe.
Ziva and Tony have been with him since the beginning. Gibbs supposes there is some sort of proximity thing involved because it takes them a lot more time to find Mike Franks. Their reunion is bittersweet. Franks spent time in the pre-apocalypse Hell and that was apparently as bad as everyone thought it would be. His eyes sometimes glow black and Gibbs finds it hard to find his friend in there. Regardless, they don't leave him behind.
Gibbs feels a little vindicated when their caravan picks up every single one of his ex-wives. Except for Shannon. Gibbs thanks the apathetic God that everyone else in Hell believes exists when he hears nothing about his daughter. With the certainty of the existence of Hell also came the certainty of the existence of Heaven. His innocent daughter was safe.
Gibbs imagines that being in Hell is a little like what him being in prison would be like, although a little more anarchistic. Almost as soon as he, Ziva and Tony arrived, they were set upon by a gang of demons that had once been men Gibbs had killed. They'd just been waiting for him to show up. It was Gibbs' first taste of Hell and the fight lasted years longer than he thought it would. But there are no guards in Hell and there is no protective custody. Somehow it feels easier to survive here.
Over the centuries following his death, Gibbs meets both friend and foe in Hell. He learns a lot about demons and what Hell was like before the apocalypse. He also hears a lot about the Winchesters. They have many enemies in Hell: demons they'd apparently exorcised, souls Dean Winchester had apparently tortured during a previous stay in Hell. But they never hear from the Winchesters themselves; they are not in Hell. It is then that Gibbs realises he isn't in Hell because of all the people he'd murdered, even those who might have been innocent.
He is here simply because he was the one who murdered Dean Winchester.
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:55 am (UTC)Omniscience
Date: 2012-01-26 08:44 pm (UTC)There are times God really hates Himself for being omniscient. Like Santa, He knows if you’ve been bad or good: He sees every lie, every charitable donation, every sexual encounter, every blog entry –even the ones set to ‘private’. Mostly, it’s the bad stuff that stands out. It’s very depressing seeing your arguably greatest creation sinning left right and centre. Not that He didn’t know it was going to happen – He knows everything, after all – but that doesn’t make it any less depressing. That’s the reason He decided He needed a vacation, which turned into an extended vacation, and eventually an indefinite leave of absence. He’d known that it would upset the kids, but He’d hoped that they would get over it. He’d known they wouldn’t, but there was always hope that they’d prove Him wrong. Especially Castiel – His omniscience could never get a good reading on that little angel; God has high hopes for him.
But that is a digression. The real reason God hates His omniscience is that it can see into the cage. For over a human year he has been subjected to Lucifer’s whining about the loss of his soul mate. At first, God had been sympathetic. Then He’d simply been exasperated. He’d known that favouring Lucifer when he was younger would turn him into a spoilt brat but He’d done it anyway. Before Lucifer had hit his rebellious stage he’d been too adorable for God to not have a metaphorical soft-spot for him. He’d invented the angelic equivalent of the puppy-dog eyes and the kid had known how to use them. The only one who had ever been immune had been Gabriel, but that was because Lucifer had been his big brother and he’d already been willing to follow him practically anywhere.
Again a digression, but perhaps a relevant one. In part it explains why God has decided to act. It has been millennia since Lucifer asked Him for anything and now he is asking to be reunited with Sam Winchester. God already knows that it will end badly (even as a hallucination Lucifer will be a handful) but when the fallen angel gives Him that look which he has not used since his grand act of defiance, God feels His resolve to punish weakening. He knows Michael will be gobsmacked, that Adam will be relieved that Lucifer spends all his time staring into the distance with a smile on his face, that Sam will spend the next few months thinking he’s crazy, that Dean will freak, that Crowley will bitch and call Him soft when he’s too drunk to worry about being smote – but God has enough on His plate without having to deal with Lucifer’s begging and look of absolute misery. So He grants Lucifer’s request and allows him to be with Sam. He’s a hallucination and subject to Sam’s will, but Lucifer doesn’t care. He’s happy, and he allows God to enjoy His vacation. At least, as much as it is possible to enjoy your vacation when you know that, at that precise moment in a quaint suburban school in middle-class America, two twelve year old girls are arguing over which is better: Team Edward or Team Jacob.
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Date: 2012-01-26 09:57 am (UTC)Remember What? Pt1
Date: 2012-03-07 09:05 pm (UTC)Dean’s pissed and for once Gabriel has no idea why. He holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender and says, “Whoa, whoa there Dean-o! Before you get out the shotgun I think you ought to know that the last thing I remember is getting out of the ring of fire you trapped me in.”
Dean frowns, his expression a mix of confusion and anger. “What?”
Gabriel shrugs as he shoves his hands into his pockets. “One minute I’m shaking off the water from my impromptu shower, the next I’m standing in the middle of some run-down motel. I go to a bar, watch some TV, and find out that I seem to have misplaced my recollections of the last few months. So then I go find an old friend who stares at me like they’re seeing a ghost and says that I’ve missed the Apocalypse. I tried to get them to tell me what else I’d missed but they were busy and suggested I go bug you two knuckle-heads.” He tilts his head to the side and smiles encouragingly. “So, what did I miss?”
The anger has gone from Dean’s face to be replaced with a look of...intense awkwardness. Dean coughs, scratches at his neck and says, “There’s no easy way to tell you this but you sorta, err, died.”
Gabriel blinks once before directing his gaze to the ceiling. “Really?” he asks his father, who he knows will hear him but will undoubtedly ignore him. Still, it makes him feel better to voice that itsy-bitsy complaint. He turns back to Dean and asks, “Did anything cool happen before I died? Anything I’m going to regret not being able to remember?”
If possible Dean looks even more awkward. That can’t be good.
“Well, before you died you actually...erm...you know what, maybe you should tell him Sam.”
Gabriel turns his gaze to the other brother. Apart from his initial surprise when Gabriel first appeared in their motel room, Sam has been suspiciously silent. Now, with the spotlight focused on him, Sam adopts Dean’s expression of extreme awkwardness. “We only saw you once before you, err, died – so I can’t really tell you much. You saved us from a bunch of pagans and met up with your ex Kali.”
Gabriel interrupts Sam with a whistle. “I bet the fireworks started flying when that happened.”
Sam smiles briefly before continuing, “Somehow Lucifer got wind of where we were and turned up. He was going to kill Kali but you distracted him so that we could help her escape. And then he must have killed you because you gave us a sort of suicide note in the form of a porno.”
Gabriel doesn’t know whether to laugh at his genius or cry over the fact that he was killed by the big brother he had always admired the most. He shrugs and settles on a sad smile. “Well, at least I got to go out with a bang. Knowing that I suppose I don’t mind too much that I don’t remember it.”
“There’s something else you should know,” Dean says before making a motion for Sam to continue.
“Yeah, your sacrifice wasn’t in vain. We stopped that Apocalypse, obviously, and now Lucifer and Michael are stuck in the cage.”
“Michael too?” Gabriel asks with a sly grin. “Sounds like party central.”
Sam nods. Dean continues to look uncomfortable. “That wasn’t what I meant Sammy.”
Sam frowns. “What?”
“There’s something else he should know.”
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Date: 2012-01-26 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-26 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-26 12:37 pm (UTC)Sherlock, Sherlock/John, it's safe for Sherlock to reunite with John now
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Date: 2012-01-26 01:00 pm (UTC)Fill, A More Profound Bond, 1/1
Date: 2012-01-26 02:13 pm (UTC)A part of him cautions against making judgements too soon, of reforming a personality that is different to the one he must already have, somewhere. Another part cautions against opinions at all, which intrigues him.
He's picked up the language remarkably quickly, which his nurse said is a good sign. Relearning is remembering, they say, to an extent.
His specialist fiddles with her pen and laughs somewhat nervously. She says she is glad he no longer speaks in gibberish. That it scared her, actually, because it wasn't the half-formed words of a stroke victim, or the blank slate of a baby, but repeated words and phrases that no one but him could understand. Patient 147 nods and smiles, but the other language ripples within him, dormant but unnerving.
He stops wondering who he is, and starts to wonder what.
He is drinking the coffee - bitter, he thinks, even though he has little else to which to compare it - and reading the newspaper. They think it will help him form word associations and in so doing reintegrate himself with the world; he likes the comics even though he doesn't quite understand the jokes.
The door at the far end of the rec room opens, the security light flashing green. Patients are not allowed through this door.
Dean Winchester is smiling at the receptionist that's leading him and the other man through to the dorms. He straightens his tie, and though she's in her fifties she giggles.
Castiel doesn't realise he's dropped his cup until Dean looks his way.
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Date: 2012-01-26 01:01 pm (UTC)