Måndag: Angst & Woe

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Good afternoon! I'm ravenspear, once again returned to guest host! \o/

Today is Monday, and that's terrible. So to mirror my feelings for this horrible, horrible day, today's theme is going to be Angst & Woe. Tragedy, misery, anguish, and other such lovely things are the order of the day, and no character gets to leave comment_fic happy.

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[samueljames]

Hawaii Five-0, Danny, working with Steve after the break up is hell.

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Danny shuffled in at the usual time, a bit ahead of the others. He liked having the quiet to get his head together. On automatic pilot, he put the coffee filter and coffee in the machine, poured in the water and punched the button. His head throbbed. He'd had the usual insomnia, waking up at three with the nightmare. Always the same one: first the yelling, the words like knives, then the rain coming down in sheets; the phone call, Steve and the blood.

While he waited for the coffee to brew, he reviewed the files on his desk. The Clarendon case was still open; there were several witnesses to interview today. He'd slot those in later when he was more awake and Kono had come in.

Before Isaiah was hired, Danny's desk had been weighed down with twice as many files. With Steve out, there had only been the three of them, and the workload was impossible. The only good thing was it gave him plenty to distract himself with. And he'd needed distractions, that was for sure.

Isaiah and Chin made a good team; efficient and professional. Danny had his hands full with Kono but she was a little easier to rein in than Steve. Danny spent less time ranting about the fourth amendment these days and more time actually driving his own car.

As expected, Kono sailed in about twenty minutes later, hair damp from an early morning session riding the waves. She had that glow about her that she only got from a good workout on the water. After grabbing a cup of coffee, they went over their plan for the day, then Kono started working the phones while Danny wacked away at the endless reports for that damned child kidnapping case.

Chin called to say he and Isaiah had a lead on their case, that they'd be out most of the day. Then Kono remembered she had a court date in the afternoon. That left Danny alone in the office – he wanted Kono's input on their witnesses, so he'd put off those interviews until they could do them together.

Danny sat at his desk, racking his brain for something that would take him out for the afternoon. He didn't want to admit that's what he was doing, but it was. He sighed and slapped shut his calendar, deciding to head out for some lunch. The afternoon would go easier if he didn't have an empty stomach and maybe he could stretch the meal out for an hour or so.

He'd been back at his desk for about fifteen minutes when he heard the snick snick of Steve's wheelchair coming down the hallway. His stomach tensed and immediately he started pretending to write something. You'd think he'd be used to it by now, but he put off looking up until the last possible moment.

The snick snick sound stopped and Danny was hyper aware of Steve's presence just a few feet away. With no one else there, the office was quiet, so quiet that Steve's breathing and the pounding of his own pulse in his ears seemed unnaturally loud.

"Hi," Steve said. "What's going on?"

Danny put up a finger, as if to say hold on a minute, while he continued writing. Finally he turned to Steve and said, "Hi. Not much. Pretty quiet. Everyone's out. I'm just catching up on some paperwork." After the minimum necessary amount of eye contact had been made, Danny shifted his eyes back to his desk.

"Okay, well, I'll just go see what's on my desk," Steve said, starting to roll in that direction. His arms were still muscular from the wheelchair.

"Yeah, I left some forms for you to sign." They were just a formality. So were the office and the desk and the couple of afternoons a week Steve came in to 'work.'

For the next couple of hours, Danny resolutely stared at his desk and didn't get a lick of work done, despite industrious typing and scribbling. Steve's presence was like barbed wire in his consciousness.

When Isaiah and Chin showed up at four, Danny was relieved, although he hated to admit it. Steve left soon after, just as small and grey-faced as when he'd arrived.

Danny made a mental note to pick up a bottle of something eighty proof on the way home.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal, Elizabeth doesn't survive her kidnapping - and from that moment on, Neal's life is hell :(

[ravenspear.livejournal.com]

Alcatraz; Emerson(/Lucy); the decades spent waiting for her to come back

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/(El), Neal is sort of the office punching bag (emotionally and some physically) for all the frustrations of the various team members (except Peter) - but Peter doesn't notice, and Neal's not talking

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/(El), Neal goes undercover as a stripper and/or hooker - and is attacked and sexually assaulted

Fill: Horror Story, Neal/Peter, PG-13 WARNING: non-con

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

This is what Peter felt when Keller dropped his bomb over the phone. When he told Peter, with his parrotting Elizabeth but also with the malicious glee in his tone, that he'd taken Peter's wife.

This is that cotton-in-the-lungs, crushing his chest, burning, churning horror that Peter's felt before, but worse. Because then the horror was mostly in his head, only half realized, and what's happened to Neal-

What's happened to Neal...

"But he- He'll be-"

"He'll recover," the doctor says with sympathy. "His other injuries were all minor. After the rape kit, Mr. Caffrey is free to leave, though he may appreciate not being alone this evening."

"He won't be." If Peter had his way, Neal would never be alone again. He has to huff his breath and blink furiously to keep his composure, and still Peter's voice breaks as he says, "He'll be with- He can stay with me. With my wife and me."

Where he should have been tonight, instead of in that hotel room, letting that animal paw on him and pretending to like it. Instead of speaking his safe signal again and again, desperately, into an ear piece they hadn't realized Rolfer had tampered with. Instead of fighting, first to get away, and then to not just make the damage from the assault worse by struggling; screaming and bleeding and listening to Rolfer's filthy taunts as the man forced himself on-

Peter's seen some unjust things. Some unpleasant, some intolerable things. Power given to the unworthy; fortunes stolen and freedoms taken advantage of. Treasures squandered. But he's never seen a more repugnant crime than what was committed against his beautiful boy this evening. A man like Neal? Should never have known what it is to be beaten. To be bloodied and to be used for someone else's-

Peter shudders and hiccups and battles to bring himself under control so the doctors will allow him into Neal's room to see his lover for the first time since the assault.

"Neal is lucky to have a friend who cares so much about him," one nurse says, meaning to be nice.

But Peter takes the words like a blow to the gut. Lucky. Neal would have been lucky to have a "friend" who knows better than to send the man he loves into such a dangerous situation.

What Neal has is Peter. All Peter can give Neal now is himself, his love and his silent apologies. Walking into Neal's hospital room, seeing Neal's pale, bruised face and weak smile - obviously intended to comfort Peter- Peter prays that what he can give can be enough to help Neal through this.

[samueljames]

Torchwood, Owen, there have been times when he's just wanted to end it all.

FILLED: The Final Burn - Owen - PG13

[squidgiepdx]

WARNING: Character death. I've jiggered with the ending to Exit Wounds, because how they left Owen never set that well with me. Here's how I wanted to see it end. Also, this is the first Torchwood I've written, so be gentle. :)

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Sitting in the locked control room, Owen contemplates his life - or rather, what his life had become. After getting shot by "that right bastard Copley" (as Owen oft repeated to any Torchwood member within earshot), he was truly no longer alive. Rather, he was, for all intents and purposes, dead - his only claim to fame upon his death was becoming King of the Weevils, which pissed him off to no end.

"And now Tosh is gone..." he says to the empty control room.

The rage that built within him at Tosh's death, and at his own farcical "life" is monumental. And while he knows the temperature of the room is growing and the radiation level is climbing exponentially, it's nothing compared to his pent-up anger. Chairs, tables, telephones - nothing is spared, as he screams in anger - anger at what Gray had done to his team, his family; anger at Copley for shooting him; anger at Jack for bringing him back as this...this inhumane thing; and anger at being locked into a nuclear reactor sprinting towards meltdown. The sound of metal and plastics and wooden beams are all drowned out by Owen's primeval scream as he's throwing equipment against concrete walls and kicking the control panels of the nuclear reactor with enough force to shatter most of the bones in his right foot.

He pauses only when he sees the destruction at the end of his right leg, putting his fists down on a table and dropping his head, not even allowed the satisfaction of an adrenaline rush through his deadened veins. He looks around, eyes settling on a heavy fire extinguisher, then on the heavy metal door that leads directly to the reactor.

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A camera in the back corner of the Turnmill Nuclear Reactor control room blinks into existence, Ianto having hacked into the system once he was able. As the image on the screen focuses, Ianto sees Owen ramming a large, cylindrical object into a door - a door Ianto knows heads to the reactor, not to safety. He keys a microphone, feeding through the PA in the control room. "Owen!" he calls. "Owen, stop! We can get you out."

Owen pauses for a beat, then turns his attention back to the door, pounding it unmercifully.

"Owen, please..." Ianto says, his voice hitching ever so slightly at the request.

A few more thrusts with the fire extinguisher and the inner door to the reactor swings open. Ianto watches as Owen just stands there, bracing himself against the new heat speeding into the room with such force that it nearly tumbles him.

Owen waits for a second, dropping the fire extinguisher to the ground. He walks up to the camera and Ianto finally sees into Owen's eyes, a haunting darkness consuming them. Owen mouths to the camera, "Tell everyone - tell them I'm free," and finishes his message with a wink. He turns his back to the camera and walks off towards the newly opened door.

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Owen Harper never much considered that he would ever welcome death, but now that it was finally near, he smiles. Reaching the door, he turns back towards the camera feeding a monitor back at Torchwood and closes his eyes slowly, offering those watching him the most minuscule of a bow. He shuts the heavy door behind him as best as it will shut, then goes to the middle of the room to lay down among the fuel rods. Settling within the circle, he smiles again, struggles for only a second as the radiation burns through his body, then shuts his eyes for good.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Vampire Diaries, Bonnie/Elena/Damon - Damon's been getting a bit out of hand; with the help of some magic, the girls find a way to bring him in line

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Karofsky - Karofsky finds Kurt bleeding and injured behind Scandals one night; he's been the victim of a hate crime

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Quinn - they were lying about faking it; she really IS controlling and emotionally abusive to him - and what's worse, that break-up slap she gave him was NOT the first time she's hit him

[kayim.livejournal.com]

Primeval, Nick/Stephen, It would have been hard enough watching his best friend die but when he had to do it only moments after they confronted their feelings for each other, it was unbearable.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Kali, Gabriel is a depressed angel, who is running away from his family. He misses the warm contact of his family. Kali is a goddess with a lot of hands to hold him

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, some hero's you only recognize after they have been broken

Fill, 2014!verse Dean

[hobnailedboots.livejournal.com]

Moonlight bounces off the blade, making it seem sharper than it is. A dull edge on a serrated knife, Dean has found, is very effective.

The Croats aren't human any more, but they can still prove of use. The same is true for Dean.

[kayim.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Clint/Coulson, Having to send the man he loves out on mission after mission makes Coulson wonder if it would just be easier to break things off.

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, being a Gladiator was the worst things that could happen to an Immortal

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, any/any, most people would call the Winchester boys stunning or handsome. They don't know how many scars they hide.

[(Anonymous)]

SPN, Sam, he can't stand the agony of withdrawal

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam, he can't stand the agony of withdrawal (sorry, mods, I forgot to sign in)

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

SPN, Sam, those first few weeks without Dean are unbearable.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, he's the only one left and it hurts

[adlanth.livejournal.com]

He has never trusted in his own strength. His brothers are tough, not him.

Yet nothing protects them from cold steel. Caranthir's body is slick with blood, and he tries to cling to Maglor even as he dies, his fingers too slippery, too weak. Wild terror is in his eyes.

Then, Celegorm, Curufin. Decades later, Amrod and Amras. I shall kill myself, he thinks, standing before the bodies of the dead twins, end it now. But there are always reasons not to do it: he must take care of Maedhros, who leans ever closer to madness, and of the sons of Elwing.

The twins grow up. Maedhros and Maglor regain the Silmarils; Maedhros dies of it. Neck-high in salt water, the jewel slipping from his ruined hand, Maglor thinks he will drown, die of grief too...

But his body resists; it wants to live, to draw breath again and again each time he surfaces, nearly suffocated but not quite, not quite...

He lies belly down on the sand, drenched, dirty, guilty, and knowing his strength at last. He won't die, not now, not ever. He is stronger than them all, after all: tougher than his fiery father, and all of his bright, war-like brothers. He is the last, the one who lived when so many died. Stronger too than all his cousins, all those good, noble kinsmen who went to their deaths in dust and blood while he, murderer, destroyer of cities, lived.

For all the centuries that come after he is alone, and dreams of brothers and father and sons who will never be his again, and wakes up choking; and he pays the price of strength.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, love is not a victory march, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah - Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah

Fill, Grand Theft Auto, Claude/Catalina

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

Nine years together, and this is how she ended it. With a bullet. Well, two actually--but it doesn't matter, does it? He's lying here in the hospital, looking at a long time behind bars when he's finally well enough to stand trial. He has every reason to hate her--and he does.

But there's a part of him that still loves her. They were together for nine years--you don't just throw that away. He's spent hours looking up at the ceiling, wondering where things went wrong. If there was any indication that she was unhappy. He couldn't come up with any. Her fits of rage had become less, rather than more, frequent. The sex had gone from excellent to mind-blowing. And the robbery they were participating in was set to make them rich beyond their wildest dreams.

So maybe she was just over him, moving on from him like she did her last boyfriend. Of course, her ex got a garage for his trouble. All Claude had was two bullets.

The only thing he knew for sure was that she'd changed him forever. He knew he'd never hate anyone more than her, but he'd never love anyone more than her, either.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

SPN/Animorphs, any + or /any, he doesn't know if he can trust again.
Yeah, I know, weird prompt. XD Ani-fans?

[rattyjol.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Jo, Ash had been at the roadhouse so long he was practically her brother, and the loss of the roadhouse was nothing compared to this

[dominant-spoon.livejournal.com]

Glee, Sam, there are a lot of things Sam has to tell himself to sleep at night

[dominant-spoon.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Robin/Patrice, anyone is better than being alone

first HIMYM fic so apologies in advance

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

ooc: English is not my native language and I couldn't find my beta. I'm sorry for that.

It’s not that she hates Patrice; sure, she’s not her favorite person, but she has no real reason to hate her. They work together, they live together, Patrice does all the house work, she even cooks for her and still somehow, someway, Robin always finds something to complain about.

They look at her, Marshall with Lily, Ted with his new girlfriend and Barney with Quinn, and no one says a thing until someone (Barney or Ted, probably Marshall) ask her why she doesn’t just go to her apartment.

She shakes her head and drinks her whiskey; says that Patrice’s place is closer to their work and that they share a taxi every day or that Patrice’s cooks for two anyway so it’s a crime to waste food when families are starving in America today. Few times Patrice’s apartment is close to that Chinese restaurant she likes so much, but she never seems to remember the name.

She says all that and more, orders another drink and change the subject to something else because she’s sure that if she drinks some more and they continue asking her she will say all the things she tries to hide so hard.

She will say that she feels alone in their not so small group anymore. She will say that Ted still’s not looking her in the eye and all Lily wants to talk is about the baby and Barney... Barney has a new girlfriend who also happens to be a bro and he doesn’t need her anymore.

So she drinks a few drinks, laugh when she’s suppose to laugh, make eye contact with few guys not because she feels like it, but because she knows that Lily is watching her and that way she will avoid the questions.

A couple of hours later she has her last drink, says goodnight and takes a taxi to Patrice’s place. The door opens before she can knock and Patrice is waiting for her with warm food, a glass of her favorite whiskey and her favorite movie on the DVD. She smiles and it’s not a forced smile, but it’s not a unique smile either.

She smiles and sits next to Patrice, all the while knowing well that being here it’s not what she wants, but it’s what she can have at the moment.

“Let’s go to bed,” she says and leaves her glass on the table.

spoilers for love never dies

[dominant-spoon.livejournal.com]

Phantom of the Opera/Love Never Dies, Meg, she's never seen his face to be able to picture it while working