Monday--Helping hand

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Greetings folks,

Your friendly neighborhood Mod here, filling in on short notice.

Today is Monday, and we could all use a little help getting through a Monday...so let's make that today's theme.

Remember 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.

And as always, format your prompts properly:

Hawaii 5-0, Steve/Danny, let me help you with that
Supernatural, Sam/Dean, a hand up
Criminal Minds/White Collar, Spencer Reid/Neal Caffrey, You can borrow that

Go forth and have fun!

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[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Hawaii 5-0, Steve/Danny, let me help you with that

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, a hand up

[phantisma.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds/White Collar, Spencer Reid/Neal Caffrey, You can borrow that

Fill

[mandraco.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry this isn't longer, but it's all I've got. Maybe later.

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Neal woke to find his lover standing entirely naked but for the fedora perched atop his head. Spencer stood in front of Neal's full length mirror and tilted the hat to the left, then to the right, and fixing the way his hair sat beneath it. When it seemed that he was done, Neal let out an appreciative whistle. "You can borrow that," he said.

Spencer blushed bright red and pulled the hat from his his head before throwing it at Neal. The hat fell short, about a foot from Neal's shins.

Neal lifted it and spun it around on his fingers. "I'm serious," he said. "You looked hot."

"I know," said Spencer with a smirk though his cheeks were still flushed.

When the FBI agent left after a round or two of morning sex, it was with the hat lovingly set on his crown.

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Scott+any new wolf, words of wisdom

[youaredriving.livejournal.com]

At the first newly formed pack meeting Scott doesn’t have much advice for the new wolf, Isaac, but he does have a few sound words of wisdom to share.

“Listen to Stiles,” Scott presses his hand on Isaac’s shoulder and ignores the incredulous look he gets and talks over whatever objections that Isaac has. “Stiles, he’s the pack genius. He’ll find an answer to any question you have. Despite the fact that he’s human he’s going to do whatever he can to help you. He doesn’t expect anything in return. So do yourself a favor and pay attention to what he tells you.”

Isaac looks over Scott’s shoulder at Stiles who’s hands were waving wildly in the air as he tried to explain something to Derek. When Isaac looks back at Scott, Scott’s got a small grin on his face. “I mean, anyone who can talk to the alpha like that has got to have something worth listening to.”

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Jackson+any, I don't need any help!

[argentum-ls.livejournal.com]

Teen Wolf, Isaac, asking for help without words because words only hurt more.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Jane &or/ Cho, I get by with a little help from my friends

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bobby & Sam (& Dean), Helping out around the salvage yard (could be wee!chesters)

Wee!(ish)chesters it is...

[zelda-addict.livejournal.com]

It wasn't that Sam didn't like Uncle Bobby, they just really didn't have much in common besides being lore sources for Dad, and Sam was really trying to keep out of that sort of thing as much as he could get away with it. At least Bobby never tried to make him do anything, just let him sit and read, which was nice. Besides, if they stayed with Bobby, they wouldn't have to spring for a motel while Dad and Dean were off after something that may or may not be a ghoul.

"Balls!" Bobby's voice carried from near the kitchen. Sam peeked around the corner.

"Is everything okay?"

"Peachy," Bobby snapped. He took a deep breath and managed a small apologetic smile. "Sorry, kid; it ain't your fault."

"It's fine." Sam was used to getting yelled at for no good reason. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Bobby gave him a skeptical look, but Sam didn't take the offer back. "Well, thing is, I've gotta man the phones in here for several different hunts going on at the moment. Unfortunately, the salvage yard ain't just a front--it's a real business. I've got a few part requests that could bring in some much appreciated cash, but I haven't got the time to go diggin' for 'em."

Sam knew a lot about lots of different things, "geeky" things according to Dean, but cars were not something he knew much about.

"I don't suppose I could man the phones?"

That got a chuckle from Bobby. "You're pretty grown up for your age, Sam, but I'm pretty sure most government agencies don't hire fifteen-year-olds."

Sam figured he could pretend to be an intern or something, but he decided not to argue. He took a hastily scrawled list from Bobby and headed out back with no small amount of trepidation. The make was usually easy enough to figure out, but some of the models and years were trickier, and there were dozens of cars here.

He was glad no one was around to hear his sigh of relief when he heard the approaching rumble of a familiar engine. The hunt must have gotten more complicated than expected if Dad had sent Dean away.

He kept his expression and stance carefully casual as he heard the squeak and slam of the Impala's door and then Dean's approaching footsteps.

"Hey, Sammy! Figured you'd be inside with your nose in a book."

"I'm helping Bobby."

"Yeah?" Dean peered over his shoulder to take a look at the list. As much as his older brother vehemently denied it, he wasn't going to be able to do that much longer. "Looks like somebody's rebuilding a sweet ride."

"As long as you're here, you could help me find these parts." He knew better than to directly ask Dean for help. Not that Dean didn't know exactly what he was doing. His brother must have been in a pretty good mood, despite being sent away from the hunt because he didn't take the opportunity to taunt Sam about his lack of interest in "normal" guy stuff--like cars. Instead, Dean pulled the list from his hands and carefully tore it in half.

"Betcha I find my half before you get to the second item on your list."

"You're on!"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, Duke & Audrey, She never was good sitting still, so when she's basically ordered to take a little time off, Audrey offers to help Duke with [whatever]

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Gargoyles, any, Teaching new fledglings to fly

[narwhalseason.livejournal.com]

Vera (TV show), Vera/Joe, helping out turns into staying over

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/Sam, "You could ask for help, you know."

[narwhalseason.livejournal.com]

Lewis (TV), Lewis/Hathaway, helping each other

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

The past few months, Cobb had settled back in to civilian life: from the jobs he'd done in the past three years, he had enough money saved to cover the bills and groceries for the three of them for a while. Even still, he'd taken up teaching drawing classes at a community college offering night courses for adults, just for something to do while trying to land a legit job dreamsharing, even if that meant more corporate espionage. There were companies that used it to keep order in the ranks, and he hoped Arthur could come up with something among his contacts.

The next job came, but it wasn't what he expected.

It was an ordinary Saturday morning, making crepes with Philippa hanging at his side, watching him flip the paper-thin pancake juust right, James in the living room watching Redwall, when the doorbell rang.

"Just a moment!" he called, switching off the stove and, with Philippa trailing him and the skillet still in his hand, going to the door.

"Maybe it's Uncle Arthur," Philippa said.

When he opened the door, he found Ariadne standing there, a suitcase on the step beside her, a rucksack over one shoulder and a portfolio in the other hand. "Hey... Cobb, if this isn't a good time," she faltered.

"No, no, not at all: I was just making breakfast," he said, stepping aside to let her step inside. She'd seen the worst corners of his mind and what lurked in it, he wasn't embarrassed to let her see him in pyjama bottoms and a worn UCLA tee-shirt.

"Who's this?" Philippa asked, looking from Ariadne to him as the girl stepped into the entryway.

"This is Ariadne Cabot, she's a student of mine," he said.

((The rest can be found Here (http://mtxref-fic.livejournal.com/78961.html).))

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, looking for help in all the wrong places

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Avengers movieverse, Loki + or / any, the god of mischief never needs help. But sometimes he gets it anyway.

[misachan.livejournal.com]

The Avengers (movieverse), Coulson/Clint/Natasha, Phil didn't expect physical therapy to be this hard - Clint and Nat both help him through it in their own ways.

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Claire & Jimmy, Her dad used to help her with her homework every night - and at night when she dreams he still does.

No fill but...

[dawnangel14.livejournal.com]

Aww this prompt is so adorable and heart-breaking... I really hope someone picks it up!

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Supernatual, Dean/Castiel, Angel mojo comes in handy when the Impala breaks down in the middle of nowhere.

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Battlestar Galactica, Romo/Lee, Helping Romo prepare for a case gets a little out of hand.

[misachan.livejournal.com]

Game of Thrones, Ser Jorah, Dragon-sitting.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The Dresden Files (novels), Murphy+Harry, "I keep you around because you're tall enough to reach the top shelves."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

X-Men Movies, Rogue+/Wolverine, "Let me show you how to do that."

Fill: Distractions

[analise010.livejournal.com]

I'm writing a full fic for this pairing in xmenreversebang right now, but this was a fast ship than 5K. Logan/Rogue is my OTP.

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Rogue inches a little closer to the punching bag, but her hits still don’t seem to land hard enough. If she were fighting a real person, she would only have left a bruise at this point, though her aim is to break bones.

“Let me show you how to do that,” Logan says, walking into the training room. He’s wearing boxing gloves to protect himself from her. “Krav Maga, in Hebrew, literally means, ‘contact combat. The goal is to incapacitate your opponent and then achieve whatever goal you set out to do. First, you need to get closer.”

He walk to stand behind the bag, his face peeking out from behind the punching bag. Rogue inches closer to him and tries to pretend that the increase in her pulse is only from exercising.

“Okay, what now?” she asks, standing straight, in front of the bag, leaning forward a bit, he hands in from of her face.

“Never drop your hands, Rogue,” he warns. “Stay low to the ground when you move your feet. This isn’t some karate movie. Now hit me.”

Logan’s words ignite something in her that she’s been holding back since Magneto tried to kill her. She charges at him, attacking with a sucker punch, a uppercut, and rounds it off with a stepping side kick. Without noticing it, the punches have put her in too close range for the kick and she loses her balance. The move launches her into the bag and Logan’s gloved hands.

The punching bag separates them, but his face is still only an inch from hers. Rogue feels Logan press their lips together, but pull them apart before she can respond. She makes a noise at the loss of contact,but she can see a further promise in his eyes.

“Never get distracted,” Logan says, right before he kicks her feet out from under her.

[tigriswolf]

The Losers movieverse/Highlander, Cougar/Jensen (past-Methos/Jensen), while they’re still hiding out in Bolivia, Jensen contacts his oldest friend for help

[tigriswolf]

The Finder/Avengers movieverse, Avengers + Walter (& Leo & Willa & Timo & Isabel), SHIELD hires Walter to find something for the Avengers

No fill

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

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