Thursday - Travel
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mahmfic and today's theme is Travel. Where do our characters run off to this time? Public transportation. Secret island getaways. Singalongs on long car ride. Hitchhiking. It's all up to you.
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Doctor Who, 10+Donna, You forgot something else? But you packed so much!
Psych, General, Shawn, Gus, Juliet and Lassiter are taking a car pool for a case that is a long distance away and Shawn insists that they do a singalong.
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mahmfic and today's theme is Travel. Where do our characters run off to this time? Public transportation. Secret island getaways. Singalongs on long car ride. Hitchhiking. It's all up to you. The rules of the road:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Put on your seat beats and use this format:
Doctor Who, 10+Donna, You forgot something else? But you packed so much!
Psych, General, Shawn, Gus, Juliet and Lassiter are taking a car pool for a case that is a long distance away and Shawn insists that they do a singalong.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:31 pm (UTC)Best Forgotten
Date: 2012-02-09 07:10 pm (UTC)The Doctor was like a child, Donna was noticing with impressive frequency lately. He turned a face on her that was like a child who'd been told that no, they had to turn back to go to the house and get Mummy's purse, so it would take just a bit longer to get to the ice cream shop.
"Yes, really," Donna told him, hands on hips. "Come on, Spaceman; it takes five minutes. And afterwards we could be on Blargon 7 five minutes before then."
"Fine," the Doctor all but huffed. "But how did you forget something else? You packed so much!"
"You're nine hundred years old! You can't tell me you've never forgotten a toothbrush or something once or twice? Left it back on Mars?"
"Not from Mars," the Doctor automatically corrected, then frowned. "All right, I may have. Once. But I learned, that's the thing! Forgot it once and haven't been without one since. Meanwhile, this is the seventh time I've brought you home for something--and what is it you forgot, anyway?"
"Lip balm."
"That was the third time."
"Cash."
"That was the fifth, and I told you, I can sonic a cashpoint if you need and then Bob's your uncle; we're on our way."
"You remember every thing you've taken me home to get?"
"I have an excellent memory, Donna."
"Just the other day you couldn't remember which Queen Elizabeth we were on."
"All right, so there's a lot of them; you can't expect me to know the count all the time. You're evading."
"Am not."
"Yes, you are. You don't want me to know what it is you've forgotten."
"Do you have to know?"
"'Course I do. I always need to know just what you're bringing on board, 'case something could interfere with the TARDIS machinery or--"
"I don't think this is one of those things."
"That's just it, Donna--you don't think it is, not you know that it isn't! I'm the only one who can tell you the answer to that, and that's exactly why I need to know."
"All right, but you asked to know."
"I did, so tell me."
"Tampons."
"Sorry?"
"Tampons, Spaceman. You know them. Use 'em once a month, small, cylindrical, you unwrap them and--"
"Blimey, Donna, I know what they're for!"
"Then you know why I need to go home and get them!"
"I'd rather I didn't!"
"Then you shouldn't have asked!"
"So can I make us forget this ever happened?"
"Please!"
Neither of them ever did remember what caused them to get to Blargon 7 five minutes behind schedule, but the TARDIS assured the Doctor he didn't want to, and that was that.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:32 pm (UTC)I Can't Go For That; PG-13; post season 4ish.
Date: 2012-02-10 02:14 am (UTC)Lassiter grits his teeth, as the high-pitch of Spencer's whine grates against his ears. "No."
"How long until we get there?"
Lassiter's hands tighten on the steering wheel and he has to take a few very deep breathes to keep himself from pulling the car over and tying and gagging the psychic detective.
Carlton is proud of himself for how much patience he's learned to exhibit, towards the 35 year-old man-child, for the past 4 years they've been working together. (Although in his case, working together with Spencer has always been forced.) And he'd never admit it out loud, but he's grown appreciative of the help the man gives them on their cases.
But after three hours in such close proximity, unable to leave and having been asked those inane, childish questions over and over and over again, Carlton's about ready to snap.
Seeming to sense her partner's frayed nerves, Juliet turns around in her seat and smiles patiently at Spencer. Her voice is sweet with tolerance. "You know, the trip would go by a lot faster if you could entertain yourself with something."
Carlton hates that she's suddenly resigned them to the mother and father role on this incredibly annoying road trip.
He might respect Chief Vick as his superior officer, but after this trip is over, he isn't sure he'll be able to restrain himself from strangling her the next time he sees her. It was, after all, her "suggestion" that the four of them carpool to the national park, where their services had been requested by the rangers stationed there.
The blessed silence only lasts a few minutes until Spencer speaks again. Lassiter adjusts how his aviators sit on his nose and tries to block out Spencer's annoying voice.
He thinks he's doing quite well at controlling himself until he hears:
"...always do singalong's when we're road-tripping together. I even brought our special road-trip mix." Shawn hands a well-worn cassette to Juliet.
"Oh hell no!" Carlton almost swerves into the other lane trying to grab the tape away from where Juliet is sliding it into the car's music system.
"Carlton," Juliet's glare is fierce. "He's bored, it'll be easier on all of us to keep him entertained.
Carlton looks into his rear-view mirror to try to appeal to Guster to control his business partner, but the man seems to be fast asleep.
Shawn somehow seems to notice his gaze (and how does that make sense, since Carlton's sunglasses should obscure his eye movements). "Poor Gus, the movement of the car always lulls him to sleep when he's not focused on driving."
"That's a bad thing?" Juliet frowns as the beginning strains of the electric keyboard in "I Can't Go For That" streams through the car's stereo-system.
"It is when you fall asleep next to me and I have a Sharpe in my pocket," Spencer flashes the black marker with a devious smile.
"Shawn, I really don't think you should-"
Juliet is cut off when Spencer begins to sing-along with the music.
"Easy, ready, willing, oo-vertime. Where does it stop, where do you dare me to draw the line."
At the very least, Spencer's loud singing has Juliet's smile disappearing. Carlton hates when other people are cheery when he's miserable. This tendency does make his partnership with Juliet sometimes very trying.
She turns to Carlton with a frown on her face as Spencer calls, "Turn it up!" from the back seat.
"How long until we get there?" There's a plaintive note in her voice.
"Oh, I can't go for that!" Spencer sings loudly.
"I'm in hell." Carlton looks down the highway and wonders how much it would hurt if he smashed the car into an oncoming semi-truck.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-10-28 07:36 pm (UTC)The Notre Dame Cathedral. The center of Paris, France.
Castiel walks, each step feels heavy. He ignores the stares and the annoyed shouts as he pushes past the line of mortals. He extends Jimmy Novak's arm, and puts his palm against the wall of the cathedral. His eyes close. Even cut from Heaven as he is, the fervor that inhabits these stones reaches him. Fills him with strength. Joy. Pride. Hope.
Time stands still.
Castiel has taken a great risk by coming here. Paris is laden with holy seals. Spiritual highpoints. Heaven's gaze will soon find him, he knows.
People. In his way. Ants, really. Castiel looks at them, and is reminded why it would be so easy to give up. To see Lucifer's way, and agree with it. To see Michael's way. Raphael's way. Let the apocalypse run its course.
People. Dean.
They are worth saving.
He walks past them. They try to hold him back, but they cannot comprehend his very being. He does not bother talking to them. They couldn't hear him any more than if he used his true voice.
He walks down the aisle. When he looks up, Jesus Christ smiles down at him. Castiel doesn’t smile back. He signs himself, slowly, purposefully. It feels right, to kneel down afterwards. He doesn't dare look up yet, almost overwhelmed. Finally he whispers in a call he knows sounds desperate:
"Father? Please. Hear my voice."
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Date: 2012-02-09 04:27 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-02-10 07:19 am (UTC)Jesse doesn't really understand Claire's aversion to instant teleportation, but he loves Claire, and he sees the love for him in her eyes too. So instead of zapping to Australia or Italy or Hawaii or Cape Horn, Jesse zaps them a shiny red convertible and they go on a road trip.
There is nothing romantic about a gas station, but Jesse sometimes feels like the epitome of sexy, standing by the car that never needs refuelling, waiting for his stubborn girlfriend to come back to him from a trip to the bathroom. She'll smile at him and show him whatever ridiculous thing the bathroom key's attached to this time, and he'll lift his hand as though to click his fingers and change it into something else. Most of the time, Claire shakes her head, too practical to have to explain, but after one adventure in what must have been the most disgusting bathroom in existence, she lets him switch out the hubcap for something that looks exactly like a hubcap, but smells rather a lot worse.
Claire and Jesse find romance in the little things as they drive from town to town, from desert to forest. Splitting a packaged cupcake down the middle, sitting in the backseat and stargazing. And sometimes they find romance in the bigger things, too. On Claire's birthday, Jesse turns the subpar motel room they're staying in, into the facsimile of a Parisian restaurant complete with gourmet chef, floating candles and a private performance by the Beatles. On Jesse's birthday, Claire finds a drive-in movie theatre and they watch Grease while Claire feeds Jesse chocolate-covered raisins.
When they reach the Pacific Ocean, and the very edge of the continent, Jesse thinks this means their adventures are over, having explored forty-nine states, Canada and Mexico. But Claire puts her hand in his, and points across the water. "I hear Japan's great this time of year."
A second later, he's kissing her in Mount Fuji's shadow.
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:14 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse/Xena: Warrior Princess, Loki + author’s choice, Loki’s fall ends in ancient Greece
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:15 pm (UTC)Fic link: Discordant
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:14 pm (UTC)Glee/Tales of the 500 Kingdoms, Kurt/Blaine, an orphaned blacksmith’s son on the quest for a better life meets a prince fleeing a loveless betrothal and the throne he never wanted
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:14 pm (UTC)Glee/Enchanted Forest Chronicles, Kurt/Blaine, an orphaned blacksmith’s son on the quest for a better life meets a prince fleeing a loveless betrothal and the throne he never wanted
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Date: 2016-03-21 08:35 pm (UTC)The trick is to not react. Whoever is back there was on the plane before Methos boarded, and was most likely watching as the rest of the passengers found their seats and stowed their carry-ons. Methos trained himself not to react when he rode with his brothers. So he busies himself with the novel he picked up at the airport, with getting comfortable for the interminable flight, with snacking on peanuts and drinking caffeinated beverages.
Whoever it is, they don't venture forth. Methos will not seek them out.
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Whey they're allowed to disembark, Methos sticks close to various groups of people. He has no luggage beyond his dufflebag, so when he doesn't go to the baggage claim, the buzz fades.
He notices a young woman, right before he catches the down escalator, looking around frantically. If she's the immortal or not, he'll most likely never know.
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:15 pm (UTC)Inception/3rd Rock from the Sun, Eames/Tommy!Arthur, after a particularly brutal argument, Tommy went through the parallel universe portal and became Arthur
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Date: 2012-02-09 05:15 pm (UTC)Sherlock (BBC)/SGA/SG-1, Sherlock/John & Sheppard/McKay & Jack/Daniel, Dr. John Watson has the ancient gene in abundance. Sherlock refuses to let the American military claim him without a fight. Naturally, this leads to both of them in Atlantis.
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Date: 2016-03-22 09:53 pm (UTC)"The ATA-gene," says the blonde woman in the American military uniform. Lieutenant-Colonel, is her rank. She's not just a soldier. Also a scientist, judging by her facility with technical scientific terms.
"No," Sherlock says immediately, because he can see the avarice in her eyes. She wants John for herself, and not even in a sexual way, but in a way that means John will end up far away.
But because John is always harping on Sherlock about good manners, John says, "For heaven's sake, Sherlock, give the woman a chance to speak. Just hear her out."
That's how they end up at the SGC, under a mountain in Colorado, and if Sherlock disliked long airplane flights, he dislikes Asgard beaming technology even more.
"No," Sherlock says to Brigadier General Jack O'Neill, who was once a deadly soldier and is obviously sleeping with the blue-eyed, bespectacled man beside him who, despite his muscles and confident posture and uniform and dog-tags is obviously not a soldier, spectacles notwithstanding.
"Sherlock," John protests, and the blue-eyed man crooks a finger at John, who follows willingly.
"You can't have him," Sherlock shouts, but he follows, because Jack O'Neill looks exasperated and also follows.
The base infirmary is a noisy, chaotic place. A woman in one of the beds has foliage growing out of her skull but seems none the worse for it, typing away at her laptop while she sits on the bed and ignores all the machines hooked up to her.
A man is charred and barely breathing, and the doctors stand around him and watch nervously.
Sherlock has seen certain death before, and this is it, but no one seems particularly worried.
The lead doctor – female, beautiful, dark-haired, likely the daughter of the other general in charge of the base, if the shape of her eyes is anything to go by – beckons for a nurse, who wheels over what looks like a pie made out of metal.
"Dr. Watson," the lead Doctor says, and John steps forward.
"What can I do to help?"
Sherlock wants to rage. John's being played. They know he's taken the Hippratic oath. This is a blatant appeal to his sympathies.
"Place your hand on the device," the lead doctor says, and John places his hand on the metal pie and looks startled when it lights up bright blue.
The blue light envelops the burn patient, and right before Sherlock's eyes, the burns begin to heal.
He files that away for later.
"Sherlock," John begins, and Sherlock shakes his head.
"No!"
"I felt the same way when they wanted Daniel to go to Atlantis," O'Neill says casually. "Daniel's still here."
Judging by Daniel's pursed lips, he's not actually pleased about that.
John is gazing at the healed man in wonder, and Sherlock wonders how he ever became so irrational. Feelings, as he told Mycroft, are not an advantage. But Sherlock has feelings for John, dammit, so naturally they end up on Atlantis.
Upon stepping through the Stargate (unpleasant experience, Sherlock hopes to never do it again but knows he'll do it at Christmas so John can see his sister and Mrs. Hudson and everyone else he considers family back in London), Sherlock immediately knows the lay of the land.
The soldier with the unbelievably non-regulation hair is sleeping with the blue-eyed scientist standing at his side. The dark-haired woman in the red shirt is the leader of Atlantis and wants the soldier's body but not much else. The XO is asexual but in love with the giant of the man beside him, and that man is busy sleeping with any woman who breathes because he's coming off a long sexual dry spell.
John befriends the Scottish doctor immediately. Sherlock doesn't like it one bit. He wanders the halls of Atlantis for days, learning the ways and the means, the new logic he needs to incorporate into how worldview to understand how things work.
He doesn't understand how he gets into a screaming argument with Dr. McKay over a piece of Ancient technology that neither Sheppard nor John alone can initiate and that McKay wants them to try to initiate together. McKay thinks it's a great idea. Sherlock knows it's terrible.
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