Monday: Travel

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Hi, I'm badfalcon and I'm your host for the week.

Today's theme is Travel - whether your characters are travelling for work, going on a beach holiday, to worlds unknown... any method of travel.

While we want to have fun we have to remember the rules
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts from one fandom at a time.
No spoilers in your prompt until at least one week after the original airing/publication date. If there are spoilers in your fic, warn in bold and leave at least three spaces

To make it easier on our code monkies remember the following format:
fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt

Here a Few Examples:
RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, hours spent on a tourbus
Criminal Minds/NCIS, teams, "grab your go bags, wheels up in 20"

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Comments

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

RPS, Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, hours spent on a tourbus

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/NCIS, teams, "grab your go bags, wheels up in 20"

[serendipityxxi.livejournal.com]

Pretty much nothing happens in this fic but I'm fighting writer's block and tried anyway. I hope you like it :)

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"Can you imagine what it must be like to have this..." Tony waved his hand around them, "at your disposal?"
Tony and Ziva sat on either end of the couch in the BAU's designated plane. Ziva's socked feet were propped on Tony's lap, her head lolled against the back of the couch as she tried to catch a few hours sleep. "No more cramped miltary red eyes when you need to go pick up a suspect," DiNozzo continued. "No more worrying about missing your flight."
"No more being able to sleep until five because you have your own plane that's willing to take off at no notice so you leave at three am after a one thirty am wakeup call about a sick sadistic bastard killing people halfway across the country," Derek Morgan replied pointedly.
"No more military time," Tony continued unabashed. Ziva smirked.
Morgan shook his head.
"He's Thom. Gemcity?" Jennifer Jareau's surprised voice carried across the plane.
Tony groaned, Ziva gave up all pretense of sleep by burying her face in her hands. McGee's embarassed acknowledgement was met with Garcia's shriek of triumph.
"We love your books," Garcia gushed to McGee. DiNozzo pretended to throw up and Ziva went back to pretending to sleep.
Reid leaned across the aisle and spoke to JJ in what he clearly thought was a whisper but actually carried fairly well to Tony and Ziva. "It's interesting that he should base his story on the romance between his coworkers when they clearly aren't emotionally healthy enough to..."
"Spence!" JJ cut him off, her eyes round. She glanced back at them and Tony gave her his best charm smile. JJ quickly turned back around. Ziva snorted in her sleep and Tony dropped his hand to rest on her calf, rubbing it affectionately while he rolled his eyes at the BAU.
Finally, blessedly the plane landed in D.C. and both teams were able to disembark.
"Hotch." Gibbs stuck out his hand for the other team leader to shake. "Thanks for the lift," he said succinctly.
Aaron nodded and shook the outstretched hand. "Nice to see you again, Gibbs."
"He's worse than Hotchner. Do you think he ever smiles?" Garcia stage whispered to Morgan as they passed. She turned back at the doorway of the plane and when she did Gibbs gave her a twinkly blue eyed wink.
Penelope's eyes went round and then she dimpled back at the marine before scurrying out onto the tarmac. Maybe he wasn't as bad as Hotch...

[samueljames]

Life on Mars, Sam/Gene, Gene lets him drive for once.

FILL: Sam/Gene, Gene lets him drive for once

[talkingtothesky]

"You're making the right decision, Guv." Sam told him cheerfully as he settled in the driver's seat, felt a kind of boyish excitement surging through his veins. Time to show Hunt how it's really done.

"Don't get too comfortable, Gladys. This is a one-off. It were your idea to go all the way to bloody Blackpool in the first place and I fancy some shut eye."

"Seatbelt," Sam reminded him as he pulled smoothly out of the parking space and checked carefully over his shoulder for oncoming traffic before joining the main road.

"I hate you." Gene groused, folding his arms and putting his head back. He did, however, do as Sam asked.

"Right, because you give all the people you hate the keys to your most prized possession."

There was a few minutes silence as they wound their way through the city, Sam stealing glances at his passenger more often than was strictly advisable.

"That's not true. The car ain't it." Gene was staring out the window, voice low. Then he turned and inclined his head towards Sam, expression sheepish.

Sam's stomach relocated itself to somewhere in the vicinity of his shoes. "I'm...I'm not yours, Gene."

Gene flinched and his face paled.

Sam hurried to explain himself. "What I mean is, you don't own me. I'm not a possession. But I appreciate the sentiment, thank you."

"Just shut up and drive, Gladys." Gene retorted, but he visibly relaxed.

[anorienparker.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon/Jayne, the further they travel away from the Core planets, the easier it is to breathe

[anorienparker.livejournal.com]

NCIS, DiNizzo/Gibbs, traveling for days to pick up a witness, NCIS will only spring for one hotel room

[anorienparker.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney/John or Ronan/John, Traveling through the stargate, hand in hand, they know they won't ever see Atlantis again. And that's okay, because they have each other.

No fill...

[squidgiepdx]

...at least not yet. But this is a gorgeous prompt!

[yehwellwhatever.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0 (new), Steve/Danny, Steve follows Danny to New Jersey to tell him he loves him.

[simply-aly.livejournal.com]

Vampire Diaries - Klaus/Caroline - He takes her to see the world.

[epicionly.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (2009), Jim + Any, it's easy to observe that (space) travel is in his blood

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

It's easy to see space travel is in Jim's blood.

The way he gets antsy if he's planetside for more than a few hours. The yearning on his face as he stares up at the stars.

You can see it in the way you sometimes catch him late at night whispering soft things to the ship.

In the way his voice quivers in excitement whenever he gives the order to move out at warp speed.

You know his parents were both in Starfleet, everyone does, but you're the only one he's ever told about his mother; about his dreams of traveling with her and how comforting he's always found the stars, like a blanket made of diamonds and velvet.

So you take care of him, not as a doctor but as a friend.

Space travel may be in his blood but there will always be a part of him that is still that little boy staring up at the stars: wishing they hadn't taken away both of his parents.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, road trip

Fill, Grand Theft Auto, Claude/Catalina

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

One of these days, he'll wake up and wonder where his life went.

He gave up everything that ever mattered to him--racing, his garage, his family--to leave for Liberty City. It was her idea, of course. Claude wasn't interested at all in leaving San Andreas.

But when he's with her, none of that matters; he lets himself get sucked into the vortex that is Catalina Vialpando-Diaz. She snores beside him on the grungy motel bed, hogging the blankets, leaving Claude barely enough space on the bed to lay down. That's just the way she is, he thinks. Self-centered and tempermental. But she can't help it, any more than a lion can help eating zebras.

Or at least that's what he tells himself when he's lying in bed next to her, as he tries to justify to himself why he's here, in Nowhereville, Kansas, with nothing to his name but a suitcase and car.

Maybe someday his voice of reason will speak up and tell him how nuts this is. But tonight, she's silenced it once again.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, crossing the map

For Bounded Worlds

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

[I'm actually pretty positive this isn't what you asked for -_-; James Norrington, during AWE]

He'd had that conversation with Sparrow, once. And had thought the man ... somewhere between foolishly romantic and dangerously chaotic because of it (neither of them new thoughts, when it came to Sparrow).

Sparrow had mourned the mapping of the world. Had thought it made it ... unbearably small, a cage, to winnow away the mysteries of the world.

James ... did not agree.

He was an orderly man. He knew that. The Royal Navy made you so, or drove you out, or beat you down. That was the truth. But he had been orderly beforehand, too. He had always found ... excitement, in the thought of a map, an hour, the bounds of the day, the sea, the man. Not to be proprietary, though that was admittedly part of it. These were his lines, the bounds of his territory, his people, and there was peril for those who crossed them, while he was bound to defend them. But ... more than that.

The mapping of the world made it real, in ways he couldn't properly explain. Made it navigable, made it traversable. Sail for four days with nary a chart, and you sailed aimlessly, uselessly, in seas that would cheerfully eat you for your folly. Even Sparrow knew that. But the grander things, the greater maps ...

It wasn't ownership. Not like Beckett. It was that ... To place your finger on a map, to rest your finger over reality, to draw the line of your journey across it ... It was knowledge, and comfort, and power. To cross the map was to cross the known world. To sail beyond the map was to sail beyond human knowledge. But even then, even in that extremity, the map still existed. The map expanded, or if that was impossible, waited for your return within its bounds. The map was real, and those who rested within its bounds as safe as knowledge and courage could make them.

A world without bounds was well and good for the likes of Sparrow, the pirates, the men of chaos. Even, perhaps, for him, though if these last months had shown him anything, it was that he was ... not himself, unbounded. He was ... lessened, without the honour, the rules that had denoted the limits of his world. But even still. He could see, admire, even emulate the courage and madness it took to live in a world unbounded, beyond the edges of the map.

But there were so many who couldn't. So many who would be crushed, broken, killed, by the mysteries that lurked past the bounds of human knowledge. Even Sparrow had perished to them, once or twice. Even the bravest of them could fall afoul of the folly of sailing uncharted.

For them, there was safety, in the lines of a map that denoted their path. For them, there was protection, in the edges of the map that bounded their world, and the men, the people, who sailed to protect it. For them, the map was their world, a world made real, beyond the reaches of so many nightmares. For them ... For them.

Sparrow was right, perhaps. That the maps were a cage, and the rules the shackles that bound a man. But he was wrong, too. As much as they caged, those rules could also be the saving of a man, the freedom that lifted him out of fear. As much as they bounded, made less the mysteries of the world, those maps could also lay the bounds of its protection, and make it real.

James ... had fought, for that. Had bled, and fought, and bent, and walked beyond the edges of the map. For that. For them. Though he had lost it, though he had let himself fall from it, he remembered what it had meant, then. He remembered why. Not to own, not Beckett's cause. But to protect, all those lives who lived within the bounds of the map, all those who would be lost without it.

And for that, for them ... perhaps, now, he should fight again.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, author's choice, travelling kisses across a lover's body

FILL: Acts of Contrition, Dean/Castiel (some spoilers for 7.17)

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Dean wonders sometimes why Castiel always seems to wind up broken.

Other times Dean knows. The nights he's downed too much whiskey to drive but not enough to pass out he remembers Castiel walking into that barn like a thing made of shadow and lightning, power wrapped in skin he wore like armor. Remembers Castiel before he'd found those faint little cracks running through that armor, before he just couldn't stop himself from driving a wedge in deep and prying those cracks open until what was left spattered red and wet all over a writer's living room.

There's no stable ground. It seems like barely a blink of an eye passes between Cas standing next to him strong and whole and happy (how rare is that?) to Cas spread beneath him on a hard bed in a drafty cabin, to Cas swearing as Dean traces his way down from scar to scar to scar. Dean doesn't let himself wonder how many of those scars he'd put there. All of them, really. Dean pushes that aside as he strips off layers of armor until what's been hiding beneath the drugs and the sex is laid bare for the first time in years and Cas arches beneath him, Dean's name on his lips and his eyes wide.

And then there's this new hell now, Dean finding Castiel hiding in his dreams limp and wrung out like shipwreck survivor who's just clawed his way to shore; he's dressed in hospital grays with that filthy coat of his wrapped around him like a shield, the one Dean saved all those months because as much he'd dreaded finding Cas again he'd known not finding him would always, always be worse. "It's quiet here," Cas murmurs, sighing as Dean turns him over. Not that he has to say anything - while Castiel's still never mastered the concept of personal space, or asking permission for that matter, deep down Dean's never really wanted him to. Dean traces his tongue around the edge of his lower lip before trailing his way down, leaving a line of soft, wet kisses that linger at the hollow of his throat, the curve of his collarbone, just over his heart. He works across Castiel's body until the trembling stops, until he can see flashes of the angel again and feels Cas' hands go tight in his hair. He whispers Dean low and rough and raw, the same way he had the first night Dean cracked that armor wide and climbed inside like he belonged there.

Castiel built him back up from nothing more than bones and dust once. Dean's more than willing to return the favor.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Merlin BBC, Gwaine (& any), where on his journeys did he learn of wyverns?

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Star Trek (any series/movie), any character(s), why I am not allowed use the Transporter for a month

[obsessed-psyco.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack, They were so used to travelling by now

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, time travel

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, hitchhiking

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, i want... a rocket ship!

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, travel... by map!

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, walking through an ancient forest

Doctor Who, 11, Gamma Forests

[orionthe-hunter.livejournal.com]

(This kind of ended creepier than I was intending. Oops.)

The Gamma forests hold a greater diversity of creatures than should be possible, given that the entire planet is covered in what amounts to the same forest, the rivers all interconnected in one cross-planet circulatory system. So, instead of searching out the humans he’d come to see, the inevitable battle that would spark one Gamma girl to search the stars for him, he was wandering the forests looking at the creatures, specifically, the miniature elves. The first word that comes to mind when he sees the delicate creatures playing on a bed of ferns is fragile. The tallest of them is not even eight inches tall, and most of them would fit in the palm of his hand. They have fine bones and dragonfly wings, and shockingly bright hair in every color under Gamma’s twin suns. The Doctor sits on a log to watch the elders work and the young ones play; he can’t help but think how child-like they all seem. They’re trying to carry leaves full of water, gathered from the early morning dew, up to their hives in the canopies. Most of them are working quickly, used to this, but he can clearly see a group of younger elves trying and not quite succeeding, get more water splashed over each other than carried up to the ceiling of the forest. They zipped around the lower branches (lower being a relative term; they were thirty or forty feet above the ground) of an immense tree, one that had surely been growing in that spot since there had been soil for it to grow in.

He’s been watching them for maybe twenty minutes when one of the predatory birds attacks the group. It immediately searches out the young ones, going after those who have the least maneuverability. The Doctor launches off the log, standing up, an instinct to defend them that can’t quite be suppressed, despite the fact that there’s clearly nothing he can do to help. The happy chirping of the workers is gone, replaced by a furious buzzing punctuated by the high pitched shrieks of the leader, organizing a swarm. He knows that it’s to be expected, but he can’t help but sigh for the peaceful morning ended. The swarm of elves chase the the hawk in defense of the younglings, and he’s all ready to smile –maybe none of them will die today– when the adults cling to the bird. Their weight together does what separately they couldn’t hope to do: the hawk is helplessly pinned down on the forest floor, perhaps thirty feet away. The elves are pulling and tearing at it, and he nearly feels sick as he watches them rip it to pieces. The young ones are playing with the pieces, dragging them through the dirt and throwing them everywhere. They’re not even going to eat it, he realizes and he has to leave. He pushes a tree branch out of the way with more violence than necessary and gets whacked in the head when it swings back into place.

The Doctor strides through the forest towards the nearest Gamma village. Anyone else would have called it fleeing, but nothing’s chasing him but his own dark memories and the idea that even the most fragile, gentle looking creatures can still be monsters.

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, Neal is "loaned out" to another FBI office in another city - and his mission goes horribly wrong.

[wendyr.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Quinn, vacation together when neither of them is working a job

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Eddie/Nick, Nick shows up on Eddie's doorstep and asks him to go on a roadtrip.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Scott + Stiles, another false trail in the search for a cure.

[drabblewriter.livejournal.com]

Any with zombies; any; travel the world, meet interesting people, and kill them

Not a fill...

[ladyjane]

that sounds like a recruiting poster, "Join the Zed* Corps and..."

*Zed = letter Z = Zombies, of course