Outside POV Friday
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comment_ficAnd now’s the final day, y’all, outside pov Friday. A schoolteacher watching one of the Winchester brothers, or a future audience member during Kurt’s opening night, or a villain cursing as the hero foils plan after plan.
Now, remember the rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
SG-1, any but Jack/Sam, Ke'ra may have fallen in love with him but Linea has a soft spot for Daniel, too
Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Potter boy is not at all as expected
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = outside pov
Now, remember the rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
Use the following format:
SG-1, any but Jack/Sam, Ke'ra may have fallen in love with him but Linea has a soft spot for Daniel, too
Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Potter boy is not at all as expected
If none of today's prompts appeal to you, don't forget the lonely prompts.
tag = outside pov
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:14 am (UTC)SG-1, any but Jack/Sam, Ke'ra may have fallen in love with him but Linea has a soft spot for Daniel, too
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:16 am (UTC)Harry Potter, author’s choice, the Potter boy is not at all as expected
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:17 am (UTC)Inception/Highlander, Methos + Dream Team, Methos’ mind is not one you’d want to be stuck in
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:18 am (UTC)Highlander/Inception, past-Methos/Arthur, the newest up-and-comer in dream-theft is Matt Adamson. only the most experienced dreamer can see there's something slightly off in his projections (he's entirely too strong a dreamer to be new)
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:19 am (UTC)Stargate Atlantis/Glee, Kurt + team, there’s a boy in Lima with an unprecedented amount of the ATA gene
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Date: 2016-06-17 08:55 pm (UTC)Is it okay if Drake Stone is part of the oddball family?
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Date: 2012-02-03 06:26 am (UTC)First Criminal Minds fic
Date: 2012-02-09 01:48 am (UTC)Today, Molly’s mind drifts to another rumor as she serves macaroni salad to the red-haired (wasn’t she blonde yesterday?) tech.
“You paying for this one, handsome?”
The agent smiles at her, teasingly. “You gonna make it worth my while?”
“Oh, you know I will.”
There have been arguments for years about whether the two of them are together or not. Debbie thinks it’s just innocent flirting that won’t go anywhere. Carla swears he’s actually gay and in love with the young bookish agent and using this as a front. Molly’s…not sure. They don’t act like they’re together, but they sure talk like it.
He does pay for it, and the tech smiles at him. “You know I love you, right?”
He laughs. “Love you too, baby girl.”
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Date: 2012-02-03 08:33 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2016-09-27 04:59 am (UTC)Meredith chuckles amusedly as she trails along. She's not nearly as into art as Elin, but she adores seeing her lover so enthusiastic.
“Ooh, take my picture in front of the Water Tower!” Elin calls excitedly, rushing toward it.
“Alright, love.” Meredith fishes her phone out of her purse (it's difficult; Elin always says she has too much rubbish in there). When she looks up, the other woman is nowhere to be found. “Elin?”
“Yeah?”
Her voice sounds like it's close. Meredith takes a few steps to the side, but Elin isn't behind the fountain either. In the open Plass, there really isn't anywhwere for her to hide.
“What are you doing, Mer? Take the picture; we're going to be late.”
Meredith stares. “Where are you?”
“Right here, you goof.”
“Where?”
Elin suddenly appears in midstep in front of the fountain. “What's going on? Are you all right?”
“What in the world?” Meredith demands. “You were invisible!”
Elin makes a face. “Now you're being silly.”
“I'm serious! I couldn't see you until you stepped off that stone.”
Elin tilts her head, considering. Meredith really isn't the kind to make jokes. She takes a step backward.
Meredith gasps. “There – you just went away!”
A step forward.
“And now I can see you!”
“Switch?” Elin suggests, and they do. “Wow!” she gasps as her girlfriend steps toward the stone and promptly vanishes before her eyes. She steps up as well, and suddenly she's there again. “Weird!”
“You're telling me!”
“But now that we're both here, I can see you.” Elin looks around, puzzled and curious.
Meredith runs her fingers across the wet surface of the monolith. “Maybe it's something to do with the mirror?”
“Yeah, maybe.” Elin conders it, but she suddenly starts. “Ah, we're going to be late for the performance! Let's go!” She grabs Meredith's arm and drags her toward the theater.
“You're impossible,” Meredith sighs fondly. “Even sudden unexplained invisibility can't distract you from the arts.”
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Below the Plass, the Torchwood Three team is chuckling as the five of them huddle around a computer showing the security camera feed from above.
“I swear, that never gets old,” Owen says.
“I almost feel bad for them,” Gwen adds, but one corner of her mouth is quirked up in amusement, so she can't feel too bad.
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Date: 2012-02-03 09:47 am (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-02-04 05:31 pm (UTC)---
There's a boy that cries out every night in his sleep. He doesn't cry about school, he doesn't cry about his mother, he cries after a life he doesn't understand. The boy's name is Adam.
Long before the boy was born his destiny had been written. As an angel Michael has little control over destiny and prophecies - he can only go through them along with everybody else. He is not a fate, and he isn't God. Instead he can only sit and listen to the boy cry every night with visions of the future.
Michael is the one that passes these dreams to the little boy. He doesn't do it to be cruel. Michael only wants to dissuade him. There's a tingling in the back of his mind - a part of Michael knows the boy will say yes to him if Dean ever fails. He also knows Dean will fail.
He watched Adam go through life trying to be a normal boy and a bit of him is relieved he won't be fighting with the other Winchesters. He doesn't know how this will affect the grander picture but he hopes, he prays it will be enough to save him.
Soon, John leaves the boy alone and it's just Adam and his mother. Michael can't help but feel smug even though he would never wish a child to be taken from his father.
When Adam starts getting restless Michael can't help but feel bad. He knows there's a link between Adam and the other Winchesters but he never wants them to meet. Adam is too innocent, too naive, too normal for the life the Winchesters live. In the end it's Michael that sends the ghouls after Adam. He knows the ghouls will be quick. The destruction they bring to Adam's body makes him almost want to come down but he knows things will be much worse if he does. He doesn't think about Adam again until he's resurrected - a part of him is still guilty about what he's done.
When Michael takes a hold of Adam there's a bond between them. This bond should have been controlled by Michael but he didn't want Adam to feel alone. So Michael allows a communication - a link unwarranted between a host body and a given angel. Michael listens to Adam and lets Adam listen to him.
When all hope seems to be lost and it's just Michael and Lucifer it's Adam's voice in his head that makes him hesitate. Adam asks Michael to spare his brothers. Adam wants Michael to know he's forgiven them all and that he wants the world to be right.
It's not in Michael's place to allow them to live. Michael has a role and he has to play it. He's not God. When Adam realizes Michael plans to destroy the world he screams and he bangs in his head. Adam rages and tears away and it both scares and amazes Michael. He'd always picturing Adam as the calm and centered Winchester - untouched by darkness. It's this play of power that makes Michael hesitate and allows Sam to bring them both into the pit.
Michael isn't aware of the transition - he's never been forcefully trapped before. He is aware when he wakes up beside Lucifer and it's quiet. Adam sits in the back of his mind, silent. When Lucifer separates and begins taking his frustration on Sam Michael simply watches. It's the first cry from Sam that draws Adam. Adam looks up at Michael with tears in his eyes and asks him to make it stop. He can't make it stop. Lucifer is his brother and he's betrayed him once. He has to remind himself Adam is simply human and that he's the reason Michael is even down here.
It doesn't stop the guilt. Michael silently watches and Adam shouts and screams at the angels. Michael isn't God. He can't change destiny. If he was meant to be here then so be it. Michael tries his best to believe it but a part of him can't stop shaking every time Adam seems to break a little bit more.
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Date: 2012-02-09 08:30 pm (UTC)So there's a sock, lying on the floor, without its mate. How in the hell do you lose a sock in an office? It's not as though you walk out of the office with one sock on and one off, right?
Unless you're in a hell of a hurry.
Donna tucks a fresh pair of trouser socks into Harvey's drawer the next day.
Harvey comes out of his office holding them up like a dead rat. "What are these?"
"They're socks."
"I can see that, what are they doing in my desk?"
Donna cocks her head and gives him a please tell me you're not stupid look. "Someone lost a sock last night. I thought I'd replenish your stock."
Harvey turns, but not before Donna catches the flush to his cheek. That's as hard evidence as she's going to get without seeing the hard evidence, so to speak. She refiles the knowledge under "fact" instead of "theory" and goes on blissfully typing.
Once it becomes fact, it's so staggeringly obvious that Donna doesn't know how they're fooling anyone. Harvey's never let the back of his suit wrinkle like that before. She's never seen the papers on his desk fan out in the way they are, as though a hand had mistakenly upset his carefully built piles while desperately seeking a surface to hold onto. And she's never seen Harvey hold his tongue for more than ten seconds at a time, but Mike has occasionally stared him down silently for (thank goodness for computer stopwatches) 17 seconds at best. And the air, Lordy, does the air ever bend between them.
Harvey comes out of his office several days later with an expression that Donna can't even look straight at. She has to keep staring at her computer screen and meet his reflection's eyes.
"What's in my desk?" he demands.
"Do you really want me to say it out loud?"
He leans over the side of her cubicle. "Why did you put condoms in my desk?"
"Because you ran out."
"How did--" He stops himself. Rare that Harvey has to do that, she notes with some glee. "I don't keep condoms in the office, and even if I did I wouldn't need you to refresh them for me!"
"Oh, don't worry," she says sunnily, "I put them on the company card."
Harvey's still working up the energy for a good sputter in response when she declares, "But really, if you're going to have sex in there you ought to have condoms. It's just common sense."
A full 90 words get typed before he has the wherewithal to respond. "I don't know what you think you know, but--"
"Please, Harvey," she says, rolling her eyes. "I'm not stupid. Here. Those briefs you wanted."
He takes the files without a word. Donna hopes he knows how much restraint it took not to include actual briefs inside that manila envelope. Someday he'll appreciate her tempered approach.
Someday, but not today. Because he still hasn't found the lube yet.
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