FRIDAY: AUS
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comment_ficSorry for the late post, everyone. Today's theme is AUs. Did the characters go to high school together? Is the setting now a hotel in the old west? Or are they superheroes, fighting crime together?
Whatever you choose, have fun and please remember the rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No more than 3 in a row for the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts at all
If your fill contains a spoiler, warn for it and put space
Examples:
Suits, Harvey/Mike, Mike has always had a crush on the popular baseball player, but Harvey has never looked twice at him
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Nick is the Sheriff in Big Sky, Texas where all the locals seem to be a little wild
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny, "Why do we have to wear capes, though?"
theme=au
Whatever you choose, have fun and please remember the rules:
No more than 5 prompts in a row
No more than 3 in a row for the same fandom
No spoilers in prompts at all
If your fill contains a spoiler, warn for it and put space
Examples:
Suits, Harvey/Mike, Mike has always had a crush on the popular baseball player, but Harvey has never looked twice at him
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Nick is the Sheriff in Big Sky, Texas where all the locals seem to be a little wild
Hawaii Five-O, Steve/Danny, "Why do we have to wear capes, though?"
theme=au
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-18 02:33 am (UTC)"Because, Steven, the capes tell the world who we are. When you see a cape, you think 'hero' and 'oh, good, rescue's here.' When I see you in your jeans and t-shirt, I don't know what to think. Maybe you're swooping in from the sky to beat me up and steal my wallet. How am I supposed to know? Of course, bad guys can wear capes, too, but how many super-powered bad guys do we actually know? I'll tell you how many. None."
"You've put a lot of thought into this."
"I don't know if you've noticed, but we've somehow spontaneously developed superpowers. Thinking about it tends to take up a lot of my free time."
"Fine, whatever. I'll wear the cape. But if you start talking about spandex and wearing my underwear outside my pants, I'm joining the dark side."
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-17 07:17 pm (UTC)Fill: Safe house
Date: 2012-02-21 02:49 am (UTC)They're walking down the halls of the hospital wing and she is noticeably fidgety. Jack chalks it up to old memories and the atmosphere. It's depressing, hopeless, the ward where they keep the worst cases. But then Lisa stops in front of one of the identical, sterile doors.
“Jack,” she says, her hands tracing lovingly over the peeling sticker naming the room's occupant as Jones, Ianto. “There's someone I want you to meet.”
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:18 pm (UTC)it will only carry you so far 1/2
Date: 2013-01-17 04:44 pm (UTC)Merlin doesn't like reality. Reality is harsh, reality is cruel, and reality has the most incredible knack for burning everything good to the ground.
"You're a fool if you think there can be a happy ending here," Will says, not for the first time, and Merlin hates him, hates his best friend fiercely and irrationally.
"We love each other," Merlin snaps, and he hates himself even more for how childish he sounds - as if love can rise above every obstacle and barrier.
"That can only carry you so far," Will sighs, and pulls Merlin into a reluctantly desperate hug.
Merlin knows that, but he doesn't want to acknowledge anything beyond the way his soul sings for Arthur Pendragon.
*
"Your Majesty, the Prime Minister is on his way."
Arthur drags himself from Merlin's face, yelling, "Thank you, George," at the door, before leaning down again and re-claiming Merlin's reddened wet lips.
As much as Merlin wants to cling to this moment, he shoves Arthur away. "I'm not taking the blame if you're late," he chides with a grin.
Arthur pouts, but nonetheless he climbs out of bed. "You're no fun, Merlin."
"I'm bags of fun. It's you who's the stick in the mud," Merlin retorts as Arthur smooths out his clothes in an attempt to look presentable. "Don't bother. Alice will sort you out."
Arthur shakes his head at the creases. "She's a miracle-maker," he agrees, and reaches for one last kiss, pulling Merlin in by his collar. "Don't get up to too much trouble while I'm gone," Arthur whispers against Merlin's mouth.
Merlin isn't lying in bed alone for long. Not ten minutes have passed when without even a warning knock, Morgana enters. Merlin immediately tries to scramble out of the covers, but Morgana holds up a halting hand. "There's no need, Merlin. Do you take me for a fool?"
Merlin shakes his head. Arthur's older sister is one of the most beautiful and terrifying figures in the monarchy, and is most definitely not a fool.
"Arthur's seeing the Prime Minister," Merlin eventually says, feeling uncomfortable under the Princess' scrutiny. "Can I help you with something?"
"It's already too late," Morgana says, taking a seat by Merlin's legs on the bed. "It's already too late to change how you feel."
"How I feel about what?"
Morgana looks Merlin straight in the eye, unwavering green on blue.
"Arthur."
Merlin feels both uncontrollable fear and rage rise within him, but he swallows it with, "We live in the 21st century."
"The monarchy is not of the 21st century," Morgana says dryly. "Arthur is the King. He will need to marry, and they would never let him marry a man."
"I am a person," Merlin bites, his hands fisting in the bed covers, "in love with another person. That should be enough."
Morgana watches Merlin sadly. "But Arthur is not just any person. And love alone is never enough."
Merlin closes his eyes because he can't let Morgana see him cry. "It will only carry you so far," he whispers, remembering Will's words.
Morgana's hand find Merlin's and curls over it, holding tight. "I'm sorry, Merlin."
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:32 pm (UTC)Sherriff Lestrade and Saloon owner Mycroft
Date: 2012-03-05 03:47 am (UTC)"Food. Hot." He had barely finished talking when the lovely bartender, Anthea, brought out a steaming plate of sure to be good food.
"How have you been Greg?" Mycroft asked from his corner table.
"Sherlock and John dropped off another man with a bounty on his head and took more wanted posters with them. John left a note asking me to deposit his money in his account at the bank."
"You seem hesitant to do so." Mycroft wanted an answer even if he didn't ask a question.
"I've heard some folks talk. To many whispers to just be one person not good with thier sums and talk of Sebastian charging fees for a lot of things."
"Hmm. I haven't heard that."
"There's something you haven't heard? Oh mark this day down. Mycroft caught surprised." Lestrade laughed wiping the last of the gravy from his plate with a biscuit.
"Sure I don't hear everything. I'm a simple saloon owner."
"Right. Sure. I've got an early morning." Lestrade replied reaching into his pocket to pay.
"Sunrise walk with someone?"
"No. Stage never got here today. Doc was expecting some medicine and is real nervous. Said don't want a something-demic town needs that medicine. John said he saw a whole town sick day and a half ride south of here in his note. Tomorrow I'm going to look for the stage and hope they just broke a wheel or axle. Good night Mycroft." Lestrade explained putting his hat back on.
"Good night Greg." Mycroft called as the sheriff stepped out of the saloon. Looking to Anthea Mycroft raised an eyebrow.
"I'm having the renegade robbers brought to you right now."
"Good. They have disrupted my plans. The stage wasn't supposed to be robbed until next week."
"Morning Greg. I wasn't expecting to see you today." Mycroft greeted looking up from his ledger books.
"Mycroft. I wasn't either but I woke up and Doc's medicine was on my desk, Sherlock had picked the lock on the cell, left me another wanted man, and took the last of my tobacco." Lestrade said ticking his list as he nodded at Anthea and Mycroft.
"Do you know where the medicine came from?" Mycroft asked.
"With Doc that happy? I'm not going to ask and just be thankful. Might curse your brother for taking the last of my tobacco though."
"Have some of mine. I have a feeling that things will get better at the bank too." Mycroft offered pushing his tobacco pouch across the table.
"Have your ear back out there?" Lestrade asked rolling a cigarette.
"Something like that."
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-18 01:59 am (UTC)no such thing
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-02-18 01:01 am (UTC)"A gun? Really?"
She stares him down, eyes hard, and says nothing.
"One," he says, edging toward her, "that thing will barely slow me down. And B, I-" He scrunches his face. "No, wait, sorry. That's wrong. Two, I don't really like guns."
Now she's looking at him as if he's completely mad. "What would you possibly care about guns?"
"I suppose it's not so much the guns as it is the killing. That's sort of why they kicked me out," he says, with a wry smile. "And even if I were the worst sort of murderer, I wouldn't kill you now. And I think you know that."
She has to. If she's a hospital worker, as he suspects, she has a better idea than most of the massive scale of the virus that hit the planet. The power is out, and from the heat and the smell he can guess that all the blood in this hospital has probably gone bad. And then there are the dead, sprawled out everywhere, rotten and plague-ridden. He has very few options if he wants to survive, and so does she.
He can see when she gives in, when she admits to herself that shooting him is only likely to anger him (and a waste of a bullet besides). She lets out a shaky sigh, and lowers her arm.
"Brilliant," he says, as he steps toward her. Her acquiescence doesn't stop her from backing away from him, but that's okay. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. You?"
"You're a doctor?" she asks, disbelieving.
"No, I'm THE Doctor," he says, "and you didn't answer my question."
She gives him that same hard look, but it melts into something approaching exhaustion when her back hits the wall. "Doctor Martha Jones," she says.
"Oh, now, that's just weird. The Doctor and the doctor? We might even be the last two on Earth." He reaches for her wrist.
"Thing is, I worked hard for my title. Did you?"
He grins at her. Lucky him, finding one of the spunky ones. "Oh, I am very pleased to meet you, Doctor Jones," he says, and bites down.
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:44 pm (UTC)There's A Funny Story (PG13) 1/2
Date: 2012-02-22 12:47 am (UTC)There's A Funny Story
“No,” says Gwen firmly. “He’s mine and I’m taking him home.”
“If it’s alien, it’s ours,” says Jack. He doesn’t sound like the Captain laying down the rules though. He sounds curious.
“Rhys is not an alien,” Gwen tells him.
The ears of the large wolf in the holding cell prick up at the sound of his name, as they always do. He pads right up to the transparent wall at the front, presses his nose against it as close to Gwen as he can get, and whines.
“Well he’s definitely not human,” says Owen, shoving his hands in his pockets. “I don’t need to be a doctor to tell you that.”
“Can he understand what we’re saying?” asks Tosh, sounding curious as well.
“Yes, he can,” says Gwen. “He’s still Rhys. He’s not dangerous, not to people who aren’t a threat.”
She takes a deep breath and makes sure she’s standing at her full height as she turns back to Jack.
“He’s a werewolf,” she says. “He was born one. There are quite a few in the UK actually, and no, I’m not going to give you a list of names or anything like that. It’s nothing to do with Torchwood.”
“Actually,” says Jack, “there’s a funny story about the start of Torchwood, an alien werewolf, and the possibility of Queen Victoria being bitten.”
“Yeah. I imagine it’s hilarious.” Owen rolls his eyes and steps forward to stand next to Gwen, peering into the holding cell. “What are we going to do with him though?”
“I’m taking him home,” Gwen repeats.
“What, on a leash?”
He crouches down to get a closer look, brushing against Gwen as he does so. Rhys bares his teeth and growls. It’s a threatening sound that makes the hairs on Gwen’s arms stand on end even though she’s heard it before. Tosh backs away a little and Jack raises an eyebrow, but Owen stays where he is and sneers, refusing to be intimidated.
“Thought you said he wasn’t dangerous.”
Gwen steps to the side, putting a foot of air between herself and Owen.
“Yeah, well, right now you’re a threat,” she says quietly.
“Oh, I get it,” says Jack, smiling. “To his mate.”
“What?” Owen stands up again and twists around to look at the Captain.
“I think he’s just as protective of Gwen as she is of him,” says Jack, still smiling, “only he has the teeth to back it up.”
“I have a gun,” Gwen mutters.
The wolf makes a huffing sound, blowing air of his nose in amusement.
“I have a gun,” she says, glaring at him. “I can bloody well take care of myself, Rhys! I don’t need you hunting me down when I’m at work.”
“Although, that is kind of sweet,” says Tosh, the edges of her mouth turning up a little.
Jack laughs and Gwen allows herself to think that things will be okay.
“Let him out,” she says, “and I’ll take him home in my car.”
“You really think people won’t notice?” says Own incredulously. “It looks like he has the same mass as a wolf as he does when he’s a man. He’s bloody huge. People are going to notice.”
“You’d better not be calling my fiancé fat.” Gwen sighs. “People don’t notice. They see what they expect to see.”
“Apart from the people that don’t and end up working for Torchwood,” says Jack, amusement and pride colouring his tone. “Alright, I don’t see any reason why Rhys here can’t leave. Unless he fancies joining Torchwood?”
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Date: 2012-02-17 07:56 pm (UTC)gen, fantasy AU, PG
Date: 2014-04-09 07:17 pm (UTC)The guard is clearly unhappy (and also clearly a guard, despite trying to hide it), and the woman is all smiles, chatting with the serving girls and the barkeep. The guard's frown is forbidding, his hand near enough to his 'hidden' dagger to be an insult -- if anyone felt like taking it that way.
Thankfully, no one does. The woman's smile is just that appealing.
"I heard you're looking for a thief, milady," he drawls, settling beside her at the bar. The guard's frown is even more forbidding, his eyes trying to flay Neal where he stands.
Neal just grins at him.
"I am," the lady says, turning to smile at him.
He knows her face. No one else in the bar (thank everything that is holy, and everything that isn't) does.
"We should take this somewhere more private," he suggests.
Her smile doesn't dim as she nods. "Of course, Master Thief."
Neal doesn't glance around, just smoothly escorts the missing queen and her guard out of the dusty tavern, nodding at Moz at the door. "Who did you just signal?" the guard hisses, fingers actually on the hilt of his dagger.
"A friend," Neal says. "He'll erase our trail. Now, be quiet till I tell you it's safe to speak."
If she's Queen Elizabeth, then the guard must be Sir Peter. Word is, he betrayed her to a sorcerer and then vanished after the sorcerer double-crossed him. Most people think the queen is dead -- two wars erupted because of it, spread across three realms.
But here she is. He casts a quick silence spell and then asks, "Why do you need a thief?"
Queen Elizabeth smiles at him. "To steal my country back."
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