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LK Black ([personal profile] ibonekoen) wrote in [community profile] comment_fic2012-05-28 12:57 pm

Monday: Body Swap

Hey, everybody, I'm [livejournal.com profile] ibonekoen and I'll be your host for the week! As you can see, I'm already off to a great start! Sorry for the late start; I'll try to make it on time tomorrow!

Anyway, onto the prompt: Body Swap! Think Freaky Friday, only featuring your characters! Go wild with the AUs, mix it up with some crossovers! Whatever you do, always remember to have fun! ;)

As always, here are the rules:

-No more than five prompts in a row. If someone fills one of your prompts, you are then free to prompt again!
-No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
-No spoilers in prompts!
-If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

Prompts should be formatted as follows:
-Fandom, Character+/Character, Prompt

Here are some examples to get you started:
Glee, Kurt+author's choice (except Karofsky), Wait a second, this isn't my room!

Avengers movieverse, Clint+Tony, He's always wondered what it was like to wear the Iron Man suit.

Glee/White Collar, Neal(/Cooper)+Blaine, So this is what it's like being 17 again...

tag=bodyswap

PT2

[identity profile] deanangst.livejournal.com 2012-05-30 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Shared POV

“Watch the language Kid.” Rafe said. Reaching out he placed a hand on JT’s forehead feeling that the heat from the fever was rising again. Reaching for the rag soaking in the basin Rafe rang out the excess water and placed the cool cloth on JT’s brow.

Lindsey closed his eyes, the cool cloth felt so good, his mind wandered to a time as a child when his father had done what he could to comfort his children…that winter that he lost two of his siblings. “Daddy? Do I have the flu too…..am I gonna die?” Lindsey asked. He was so hot, he just wanted to be cool. Weakly Lindsey tried to push away the heavy quilt that covered him only to groan in pain when pain shot thru his chest… but no..”no it should be my arm that hurts.. didn’t Angel just chop off my hand?”

Rafe gave up trying to make sense of JT’s mumbling about Angels and severed limbs passing the talk off as fevered delirium. “Don’t try to move son, just relax.” Rafe sat on the edge of the bed placing his hands on JT’s shoulders.

“I would have changed for him…my Irish Angel.. but he took my hand.. he’ll never love me now. All I wanted was his love.” Lindsey struggled against the hands holding him down.. moaning as the pain grew in his chest.

“JT you have to calm down son.” Rafe urged, letting go of one of JT’s shoulders Rafe grabbed the small glass of laudanum and forced the younger man to drink. As JT drifted off to sleep Rafe whispered softly. “Don’t worry about your Irishman JT, he loves you too he’s just afraid to tell you, but he’ll come around son… he’ll come around.”

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[identity profile] melodious329.livejournal.com 2012-05-30 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Oooh, smart conflating the two Irishmen

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(Anonymous) 2012-05-30 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
cool!!! I was hoping that would be noticed.

Its the little things that make me smile.

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[identity profile] langstonlover.livejournal.com 2012-05-30 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
OMG! That was amazing! :) Love the end, lol, it was really sweet ^^

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[identity profile] jadaryl.livejournal.com 2012-05-30 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
Aww... Poor Lindsey... He's such a sweet mess.