Tuesday: Couch Potatoes

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Today's theme is characters (or actors for RPS) watching/talking about/responding to television shows or movies. For example, Castiel and Uriel catch an episode of Heroes; what do they think of the slashy Petrelli brothers? Do The Doctor and The Master share a secret obsession with Three's Company? Do Barney and Robin make out when she comes over to cry about a sad episode of House?

*If you have a particular movie/show in mind for the fic to reference, please put the name at the end of the prompt in parentheses**

Please use the following formats (the second is for crossovers) in order to help out our hard-working codemonkeys:
Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

A couple of examples:
SPN, Castiel/Uriel, Petrellicest (Heroes)
Lost/Dr. Who, Daniel/Nine, "that is not time travel works" (Back to the Future)

Please remember to leave only one prompt per comment and to space out your prompts throughout the day so as not to overload any one page.

If nothing here inspires, roll on over to the Lonely Prompts index!

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Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose

Fic: Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose; PG

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Prompt: Teen titans, beastboy/cyborg, it's my turn to choose
Rating: PGish
Warnings: Frogs in places frogs probably shouldn't be.


“It’s my turn to choose!” Gar said and tried to pull the stack of papers from Vic’s hands.

Vic pulled the papers quickly out of Gar’s reach and used the other hand to press against Gar’s face, pushing him back into the couch.

“The last time I let you pick, you let Zatara into the Teen Titans,” he snorted and tried to pull his papers and notes back into some semblance of order.

The two of them were sitting on the couch in the rec room of the Titans Tower trying to find new recruits for the drive. They had been at for hours with Gar only offering minimal hints and suggestions and it was clear he was starting to get impatient.

“It was an honest mistake!” Gar protested, pouting.

“He got frogs in my chest cavity,” Vic said, pounding the item in question with a metal fist. “It was awful.”

Gar’s expression turned sly before he shifted into a small green frog.

“You may have a similar problem pretty soon if you don’t let me choose,” he warned and made a menacing hop in Vic’s direction.

Vic handed him the papers. He knew when he was beat.

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Dexter, Dexter/Rita, movie night in (watchmen)

During the Credits

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Rita was crying by the time the movie was over. Rita didn't normally cry at movies. She tended to laugh at romances and roll her eyes at drama's that ended in a death. But right now she was crying and Dexter grabbed her a tissue.

"What's wrong?" he asked surprised and confused. This didn't go with her normal pattern of behavior.

"It's just, what he did, it was so noble, but was so horrible. He sacrificed so many lives, but at the same time he saved even more. What would we have done in such an impossible situation?" she asked rhetorically and answered herself anyways,"I couldn't have done it. Not all those lives. But I don't know. It's so confusing. It's so intense when you really think about it."

Dexter stared at her transfixed by the sudden emotions. He hadn't felt any of that. It seemed logical enough. You kill the few to save the many. It made sense, didn't it?

"I guess it is," he admitted nodding his head as a bad Chemical Romance played over the credits.

"Dexter," Rita said looking his face over.

"Yeah?" he asked smiling at her uncomfortable under her gaze.

"You remind me of Dan. You're so good at compromise and always get your girl," she said putting her arms around him and snuggling in.

Dan? He wanted to laugh, but it would have ruined the mood she had set up for him. No, I'm afraid your holding Rorschach with his ever changing face. I'm an enigma. I have a love for killing crocks. I'll never stop, not even if the laws says should. I'm not Dan, not by a long shot.

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The medication misted around Dean's awareness, luring him back toward unconsciousness as he struggled to regain full lucidity. Castiel was sitting quietly in the corner of his vision.

“What are you doing here?”

“Watching.”

Dean mustered some hazy indignation and blinked a glare at the angel. “What did I tell you about watching me when I sleep? It's creepy.”

“No,” Castiel corrected, and pointed to the television.

“The Weather Channel? Is this some 'Ponder the wonder of my father's creation' thing?” He reached for the remote control. “What else is on?”

Castiel furrowed his brow. “I don't understand.”

“Dude, that's not the only channel.” He started clicking through programs. “Time to ponder the wonder of Pay-Per-View.”

Castiel settled beside him with an expression that came suspiciously close to delight, if not wonder, and Dean handed over the remote, smiling softly as he drifted back into sleep to the sounds of the angel channel surfing.

"I'm not a blond idiot, DiNozzo." (100 words)

[pipisafoat]

"Nononono. Don't answer it. Only the blond idiot in the horror movie answers the door in the middle of the night in a strange cabin in the middle of the woods when the power's out." As the character on-screen opens the door and is dragged away screaming, Tony grabs my hand. "Now you're going to die..."

I shush him for the tenth time since the movie started. “Haven’t you seen this already, anyway?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, so?” The TV flickers and dies along with the lights as a knock comes at my door.

“Don’t you fucking dare answer that!”

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House, House/Wilson, the fired the hot doctor

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

SPN, Castiel/Uriel, Petrellicest (Heroes)

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"Why do humans watch this show? It is about those with the power of demons but the petty concerns of humans?"

"I think humans like to watch people struggle with their relationships. They like to watch people overcome the things that keep them apart. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"If you say so, Cas. Of course you could also say that it proves that given a gift, humans will squander it."

"They don't all squander it."

"Of course they do. Except for that one. With the eyebrows."

"You mean Sylar? You think SYLAR is the one who finds the best use for his power?"

"Speaking objectively."

"Why would you speak objectively instead of morally?"

"Oh you're just mad that I didn't say the Petrellis were my favorite."

"Well the actress who plays Angela is pretty fantastic. Wait, how did you know I liked the Petrellis the best?"

"Gee, I wonder. Two brothers who LOOOVE each other so much they almost ruin the world a bunch of times."

"That's hardly fair, they - wait, why do you think that would make him like me?" He gave Cas a look, which elicited an "Oh, come on!" from Cas.

"The parallels are clear," he insisted, gesturing at the screen. "Brotherly love - yeah right. It's disgusting. It's so disgusting even other humans would find it disgusting."

"It's not the same at all," Cas argued.

"Look at them, even when they're 'arguing' they can't stop eyefucking like CRAZY"

"You're just seeing what you want to see."

"Deny it all you want, but Dean and Nathan are like the same person."

"What!?!?!? Dean and NATHAN? You mean Dean and Peter?"

"What are you talking about, Cas? Dean's older, he looks like he actually knows a barber, and he protects his evil-doer family when he should be protecting the world. That's Nathan, not Peter."

"Peter's not evil! And Nathan's the one who rounded specials up!"

"Nothing wrong with taking a hard line. And Peter's the one who keeps thinking that his need to save people with his power makes him a good person. Even though he can't control it. And he always gets with people like Adam or even the Petrellified Sylar for awhile. And he started out all naive, not wanting to hurt anyone but then became a total -"

"Okay, okay, there are some superficial similarities between Sam and Peter. But Peter is trying so hard to forgive Nathan and - "

"Blah blah blah, you're just saying that because you're a total Deangirl."

"Am not."

"Are too. That's how they knew you were getting too close. They looked at your website and saw all the fanart you made."

"Oh, that's quite embarassing."

"Yes, it is Cas. Maybe it's a good thing you're into this show. Give you something different to ... look at."

Cas shrugged. "I don't know, I feel like it was better Season One."

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Logan had to chuckle to himself. Max was the one with the cat DNA but it was Alec who invariably curled up on Logan's couch to catch a nap. Which was a little strange because from what Max reported, Alec was a bit of a TV junkie. So why was it that whenever Alec ended up at Logan's place and insisted on watching TV together, he ended up sleeping with his head in Logan's lap?

Logan smiled as he gently pushed the hair out of Alec's face. He couldn't complain, watching Alec sleep was more interesting than any of the crap he'd find on network television anyway.

[aurilly.livejournal.com]

Lost, Kate/Sayid, radios (Say Anything)

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Supernatural, Sam/Dean, chick flicks

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hope you like it! set, way post-S4

Dean would love to be able to tell you that at night they chill out and watch secret chick flicks and sometimes Sam cries when the boy got the girl or the girl got her independence or the old lady danced naked in the forest or whatever the hell it is that happens in those movies. But they don't.

They get back to the motel, exhausted, every night, and they collapse. If they have the time or the energy or the desire, they fuck. But it's been so goddamned long since he felt like he could take and hour and just be with Sam, and be Sam's and Dean's of the opinion that if you're going to give it all up and sleep with your freaking brother you might as well do it all the goddamned way every single time. And you know, it's not like it's bad sex, either when they actually manage to have it. But now, they curl up in bed and it's not cuddling so much as huddling for warmth, because, you know, winter in cheap-ass hotels in the midwest? Is fucking cold.

Yeah, Sam's probably cuddling, but Dean's been giving Sam his delusions since he can remember (this is probably what got them into the shit with the angels and the demon blood and whatever the hell is coming out of the woodwork next, but Dean's not going to assign blame, because, you know, it's over and he's never going to think about any of it again. Until it bites them in the ass).

They're running around putting out fires they probably started in some way, and maybe Dean wants to take a day and be on the couch with a chick flick (or whatever Sammy wants to watch - probably CNN, because Sam? Sam is a dweeb, and always will be, no matter how tall or how stupidly muscular he gets). But they never get to, and they probably never will.

And that's not fine at all, but Dean can keep pretending it is, or at least that it will eventually become so.

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AtS, Angel/Lindsey, "Vampire lore is crap, my ass." (Supernatural, specifically the episode "Dead Man's Blood.")

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Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, they call that a fight scene

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"They call that a fight scene?" Eliot snorted into his beer, "There's no way that dancer-y kick would ever work!"

For the one hundredth time, Hardison pointed the remote at the screen, freezing River Tam in mid kick, "She's a freaking science experiment that escaped from the Alliance, Eliot, of course that kick'll work."

"Yeah, whatever," he grumbled, watching as Simon sent his sister into a coma with a single word, "Why can't we watch any of my movies?"

"Other then they're all taped games?"

"At least they don't have crappy fight scenes..." he grumbled as he rose to get another beer.

"Dude, lay off the fight scenes!"

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Chuck, Casey/anyone, watching the show Firefly

Chuck, Casey/anyone, watching the show Firefly

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Casey’s knife moved swiftly thorough the zucchini, creating perfect quarter inch medallions faster than the human eye could track. He hummed as he swept the green circles into a bowl already occupied by a pile of precisely match-sticked carrots. The mission had ended well and he was entitled to his good mood

Grabbing one of the bright red peppers from the counter, he sang the second verse out loud as he cored and diced. “Take me out into the black, tell them I ain’t coming back. Burn the land and boil the seas…”

A throat cleared in the doorway. Chuck’s throat. Casey shifted his chef’s knife back into a chopping grip, and focused his sudden aggression on the pepper. He didn’t look up. He already knew how Chuck was looking at him and didn’t want to see the expression on Walker’s face.

Maybe they’d let it go.

“So,” clearly, Walker had other plans. He growled down at the pepper, but she continued on blithely, “Have you got something you’d like to tell us, Agent Casey?”

When he looked up at her, she caught his eyes then nodded at the TV flickering behind her. The damn the credits had just finished, but Chuck had apparently brought over dvds because it had gone straight into the episode.

Jaynestown, of course.

“What?” Offense still the best option, he tried for casual as he continued, “You gonna to tell me you don’t have a past, Walker?”

Chuck giggled. Casey glared at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, “You were an ac...” and the imbecile had to take a deliberate breath before he could finish his thought, “actor?”

That finally stopped Casey’s chopping. “Of course not.” He pointed at Chuck with the blade and threw out an arbitrary order, “Hand me that eggplant. Freak” Chuck was easy to distract.

Except when he wasn’t. Chuck stepped into the room, grabbing the eggplant in question and holding it away, like a prize. “Then what?”

Casey twisted Chuck’s arm around behind his back and effortlessly shoved his face into the counter, catching the eggplant before it had a chance to hit the floor.

Walker sighed out, “Casey…” and he let Chuck go, shoving him back toward her. She caught him before he could collide with the door jamb, and Casey snickered, whacking the stem end off the eggplant with a great deal more force than was necessary.

Chuck flinched, then turned it into a glare, eyes narrowing as he pushed, “So if you weren’t an actor…”

“It was a job, you moron.” Casey’s knife kept running through the eggplant, totally on autopilot. “Just a job, like a hundred others.”

Walker’s eyes were a little wide, and she couldn’t keep the incredulous tone out of her voice, “The CIA set you up as an actor? What could they possibly have been after?”

Chuck looked at him, then grinned. They both said “Whedon,” together, though only Chuck dissolved into giggles afterward.

Sarah threw up her hands at them both. “Just let me know when that”, and she pointed at Casey’s pile of eggplant, diced much finer than he’d intended, ”becomes food,” and sulked back off to the couch.

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CSI: Miami, Horatio/Speed, that is so far-fetched (Numb3rs)

Crime Dramas of Ridiculous Kind

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Speed was a cynic with an extremely dry sense of humor. Which was why one of his favorite things to do was curl up on the couch with Horatio and a bowl of popcorn and mock what the tv shows that tried to pass themselves off as crime dramas. Really, like the FBI would have a math professor solve their crimes for them.

[broken-lullaby.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, James Bond - again?

Bond Again

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“Why are we watching Bond again?” Yes there might have been some exasperation in his tone but truly he wasn't whining. Just that three weekends of James Bond in his various incarnations was slowly doing his head in. Mind you that didn't mean that he was beyond the odd discussion or three with Jack about whether Sean Connery was better than Daniel Craig.

The man he was sat next to shrugged in response to his question before an dropped over his shoulder and he was tugged against Jack. For all Jack was touchy feely with everyone it seemed his point of view that there were very few people that Jack could or would just sit with, cuddle, or let hold him and he tended to count himself lucky that he was one of the few.

Not that stopped him from poking Jack in the ribs and re-asking the question. Which brought a teasing light to the other man's eyes and a smirk to his lips, so it wasn't as though he didn't know he was in 'trouble' or that he wouldn't be getting any serious kind of answer.

“Maybe I just like watching hot men is suits.”

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Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "Why does that dude look exactly like me?" (Supernatural, specifically "All Hell Breaks Loose" Parts 1 & 2)

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"What're you watching?" Hardison leaned over Eliot's shoulder trying to peer about him to get a closer look at the screen in front of him.

"Shuddup" Eliot murmured sitting up to move away from the younger man, "It's some show about a coupla brothers. They kill things." he shrugged turning to glare at him, "Why?"

"that dude -" Alec's long arm stretched out in front of Eliot's face,"that guy man, he..."

"He didn't almost lose a finger for sticking his paws in front of my face." Eliot got up from the couch walking past Hardison towards the kitchen,"Want something to drink?"

"Eliot! Man, that guy...who's that guy, and why does he look like me?" Hardison had perched himself at the edge of the couch eyes squinting as he studied the tv in front of him.

"Don't see it" Eliot held out the soda as he leaned over the back of the couch, "doesn't look a thing like you."

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Supernatural, Dean/anyone, arguing over the show Leverage

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Bonus pts if someone says "What's so wrong with being a vigilante?"

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BtVS, Spike/Xander, watching Twilight

BtVS, Spike/Xander, watching Twilight - pure crack

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Friday nights were movie night. Well, Friday nights were movie night insomuch as it gave Xander a chance to go over to Spike’s apartment (and it was still weird that he wasn’t in a crypt anymore) and cuddle on the couch, neck a bit (sans teeth because OW! That was NOT happening again), and never have any clue how the movie ended. Xander’s current record was twelve minutes, but he was pretty sure that he could beat it tonight.

No sooner had the movie started then Xander leaned over, very close to Spike, but not touching. He just stared at Spike’s cheek, then at his nose, then at his chin, then at his neck.

“Somethin’ I can help you with, pet?”

“Don’t mind me,” Xander said, picking up Spike’s hand an examining it. “I’m just looking.”

“Got more fun bits to look at than that.” Spike was leering, Xander secretly loved it when Spike leered at him.

“Shh, watch your movie, I’m doing research.”

“Research?” Spike questioned, his voice suspicious.

“I’m checking something. Very important scoobie duties. Pay no attention.” He turned on the sofa a bit and started untucking Spike’s black tee.

“Alright, what are you checking.”

“I’m disproving a theory.”

Spike raised an eyebrow.

“I’m checking to see if you sparkle. But I just can’t see it.”

Spike was on him in a flash, pushing Xander down into the couch and settling between his spread thighs. “You’re checking to see if I sparkle?”

Xander nodded and tried not to smile as he heard the distant sound of his record shattering.

“You mean like the tosser in this movie who was in Harry Potter?”

Xander nodded again. “All vampire mythos have to be carefully researched.”

Spike sat up and pulled off his shirt, throwing it across the room. “Anne Rice said we can’t have sex.”

Xander couldn’t help but smile now as he sat up and pulled at Spike’s belt. “Best lay that one to rest too then. Good thing we can multi-task.”

“Oh, I think I know what’s getting laid here.” With that Spike leaned in and captured Xander’s willing mouth in a possessive kiss.

Xander loved movie night.


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Remember children: every time a vampire sparkles, god kills a kitten.

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Heroes, any combination of Peter/Sylar/Nathan/Mohinder, after watching Batman/The Dark Knight

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Buffy, Spike/Xander, on the relationship of Dom/Brian (The Fast and the Furious)

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"I can't believe he just let him walk. Dom's down there in Mexico, living the high life and Officer O'Connor's probably getting shit on by the whole police squad." Xander complained after the movie as he munched on some of the leftover popcorn. "There's no way I would ever let a criminal just go free like that."

"Oh, but a demon like me, you have no problem with?" Spike raised his eyebrows, a challenge set before Xander. He took a swig from his mug of blood and waited to see the whelp talk his way out of this hypocritical situation.

"Hey, I'm not the Slayer." He shrugged. "You're out of my jurisdiction."

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Psych, Lassiter/Shawn, Someone asks "Do you think they're a couple?" while watching NCIS

[pipisafoat]

He was only here to crash Jules' party. At least, that's what he'd told Gus. It doesn't exactly explain why he's sitting in the middle of couch, an arm around her and an arm around her partner, watching some inane show about some crime-fighting super team. Jesus, if he wanted to see awesome case-solving action, all he had to do was watch himself, but this was the only way to be close to them - to Jules - right now, so it would have to do.

"Hey, Shawn, do your psychic skills work on TV characters?" Jules asks, rolling her head on his arm to look at him. He grins at her.

"Well, that depends, Jules, what do you want to know?"

She laughs. "I'm just curious about Gibbs and DiNozzo."

Lassie interrupts their conversation with a small hoot of triumph as Gibbs slaps Tony on the back of head. "God, I wish I could do that," he mutters, clearly trying to ignore the other two on the couch. Shawn raises an eyebrow at Jules.

"What about them?"

"Do you think they're a couple?" Lassiter's spit-take just seems to encourage her. "I'm serious!"

Shawn grunts at her and studies the two on-screen for a minute. "Nope," he says definitively. "Tony's all about those yoga babes. No way they're together."

"Not yet."

"Not yet," he agrees before he realizes what he's saying. "I mean--"

"You mean they will be!" she crows. "Pay up, partner. I told you so."

Lassie groans and shifts to pull his wallet out. Shawn tries hard not to notice how close that puts the two of them. It isn't until it's too late that he realizes he could have used that as an excuse to lean into Jules and flirt with her some more. He may be head over heels for her, but even that doesn't stop him from appreciating her partner - usually from a distance - and daydreaming about his body.

"You know," Jules interrupts what was probably about to become a Bad Idea, "you two have a kind of Gibbs/Dinozzo thing going on. What with the fake disdain and all."

"Just because he's occasionally useful doesn't mean I don't dislike him," Lassie mutters, handing her a twenty.

She shrugs and fingers the money. "Wait until we hit the later seasons," she tells them. "Then the 'not yet' will become a 'yes', and you'll also see just how similar you guys are to them." She winks at Lassiter, and Shawn dies a little bit inside when the other man rolls his eyes and reaches across to try to take his money back.

Ten minutes later, he's still wondering just how he ended up with a lap full of Lassie's face and a fresh love for Jules as she tells him to get it out of his system before he comes back to her.

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Lost, Sawyer/Miles, Star Wars opening day

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, author's choice, stupid judges (Project Runway or Top Chef or American Idol or Dancing with the Stars or Who Wants to Be a Supermodel)

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“How the hell are we gonna get in there now?” Dean rubbed his neck, fresh from a fight with a dozen security guards that were protecting the last three contestants on American Idol. They may have been well trained hunters, but FOX had a few million to spend on damn good security. “Stupid judges, once that Banshee hits that high note on national television, it's bye bye human race. How could they have let her get into the final three? ”

“Well, have you heard her sing, Dean? She's actually pretty good.”

Dean raised his eyebrows and cocked his head at his brother. “Don't tell me you watch that crap.”

“What? It's not so bad. Paula's pretty hot.”

The older of the two just shook his head and kept walking. “You disturb me sometimes, Sammy.”

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SGA, John/Rodney, Rodney "channel surfing" on Atlantis: Zelenka's quarters, Lorne's quarters, Johns's ....

Channel surfing

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There wasn't much to do on Atlantis after dark. It wasn't like they had a good bar or a night club. Not that Rodney went to those things anyways, but the option wasn't even there. He'd spent his time breaking into the security system for Atlantis and exploring it's CCTV network.

He started with the normal places, the mess hall, some of the labs, than with a little more work could get the private quarters. He looked around, as if worried someone would catch him and switched it to the room he knew as Zelenka.

Zelenka was sitting on his bed with a pair of deep red pajamas on that looked great on him. His glasses were off and his hair was wet as if from a shower. He was playing solitaire. Rodney sighed sorry for how boring his friend's life was until he saw Elizabeth come out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. His mouth turned into a quick little 'o' before he quickly changed the channel.

On the bed the sheets were moving in the room. He checked the room number and smirked. So, who was Lorne getting it on with tonight? Rodney wished their was sound as he watched the two figures thrusts against each other, bodies completely covered by the blankets. Ronon's head finally popped out of them and soon he saw Lorne under him his face a mask of pleasure.

"I had no idea they were..." Rodney said than changed the channel as the blankets started to be flung away.

The next room he had to look for. What was Sheppard up too? Sheppard wasn't in his room, but the tell tale steam coming from a different angle told Rodney what to expect. He smirked as a moment later Sheppard came out of the bathroom.

Sheppard was completely naked, his manhood swaying free as he moved and resting between his thighs when he stood still to find something to wear. Rodney was oddly surprised by his own desire to look at it.

John was distracted by something from the door and grabbed a towel. He opened the door and outside of it should Teyla. He gave her a smile and ushered her in.

Oh god, where they sleeping together? Rodney asked himself. That made his chest hurt in a way he couldn't describe or fully understand. God was he jealous?

Teyla gave him a kiss on the check before Sheppard picked up his clothing. He went to the bathroom than came back fully dressed. Seemed an odd thing to do when a lover came by. When he came back out he offered her a game controller and turned on his own tv. They started playing video games and Rodney's heart started beating again.

Now Rodney had some thinking to do. By watching others he'd actually learned a lot about himself.

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SG-1, Jack/Daniel, watching a new episode of "Wormhole x-treme"

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*squel to this (http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/32308.html?thread=6458164#t6458164). hehe. hope you or fairyglass don't mind, but it was just screaming to be followed up when I saw this prompt!*



Jack watched in amusement as Daniel sucked in a heavy breath, the beer in his hand completely forgotten and his eyes fixed firmly on the screen in front of him.

"Didn't I tell you?" Jack smirked.

Daniel seemed to make half an effort to drag his eyes away from the TV, but then gave up, knowing it was a lost cause. He nodded minutely and Jack's grin widened further. He loved it when he was right.

"New Guy is hot?" Jack asked and Daniel nodded again.

"New Guy is hot," he agreed.

"And the leather pants?" Jack coaxed and laughed when the only response Daniel could formulate was a low groan. He leaned in closer to Daniel, keeping half an eye on the TV himself and let his lips explore Daniel's neck. He moved his hand across to Daniel's fly and squeezed his hard-on through the soft denim.

"You know," Jack whispered in his ear,"I bookmarked this fic for when you've finished watching..."

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BtVS, Buffy/Faith, never send a man to do a woman's job (Supernatural)

BtVS, Buffy/Faith, never send a man to do a woman's job(Supernatural)

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Crack...pure crack...

She couldn’t believe she had agreed to go for a tour of the Supernatural set with Dawn, Buffy and Xander. This was the last place she wanted to be, not that Faith would ever admit she secretly loved the show. Thanks to Andrew working as an occult consultant, they all got a special tour and got to watch a scene filmed.

Faith had to work hard not to roll her eyes and let out a heavy sigh at the idiotic way the characters were taking down the monster of the week. Buffy was going to owe her some hot shower sex for this! In fact Faith had just turned to tell Buffy that when it happened.

A portal opened up on the set and out came a real demon. The two actors thought it was a new effect and aimed their fake weapons at the real creature. Before Jared had a chance to utter his line the creature smacked him into a wall knocking him out. The rest of the crew stared in horror while Faith and Buffy were already grabbing real weapons and attacking the creature.

“Hey dipshit! Attacking a set with two slayers is really stupid!” growled Faith.

The fight was over in a matter of seconds with the creature dead in a pile of goo in the middle of the sound stage.

“W-w-what just happened?” asked Jensen.

“Idiots! Something y’all should have learned a long time ago. Never send a man to do a woman’s job!” spoke up guest star Loretta Devine, aka Missouri Moseley.

“Did we get that on film?” asked Kripke.

“I told you coming to this stupid show would be a bad idea! You owe me big time now!” Faith stood the glaring at Buffy, both of thier clothing ruined now.