Monday: Deja Vu Again and Again
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argentum_ls, though you can call me LadySilver. Today's theme is deja vu, because doesn't every Monday feel just like the last one? :) With today's theme, let's explore those times when one just knows one's been here before, the repeated moments, the collisions of awareness when one can sense the inevitable unwinding.
The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Highlander, Methos, He doesn't have to have lived 5000 years to know how this conversation is going to go.
Do Over, Joel+Pat, Joel's lived all this before, so it's the events that aren't doubled that stand out.
Teen Wolf, Scott+Peter, (post memory transfer) aftershocks
VR.5, Sydney+Duncan+Sam, The color coding isn't the only way to tell their real memories from the fake ones.
Nothing catching your eye today? Take another look at the lonely prompts?
Have fun! (Betcha knew I was going to say that?) :)
tag=Dejavu
argentum_ls, though you can call me LadySilver. Today's theme is deja vu, because doesn't every Monday feel just like the last one? :) With today's theme, let's explore those times when one just knows one's been here before, the repeated moments, the collisions of awareness when one can sense the inevitable unwinding.The rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
No spoilers in the prompts and if your fill has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Highlander, Methos, He doesn't have to have lived 5000 years to know how this conversation is going to go.
Do Over, Joel+Pat, Joel's lived all this before, so it's the events that aren't doubled that stand out.
Teen Wolf, Scott+Peter, (post memory transfer) aftershocks
VR.5, Sydney+Duncan+Sam, The color coding isn't the only way to tell their real memories from the fake ones.
Nothing catching your eye today? Take another look at the lonely prompts?
Have fun! (Betcha knew I was going to say that?) :)
tag=Dejavu
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Date: 2012-07-23 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 01:54 pm (UTC)not a fill but...
Date: 2012-07-23 03:42 pm (UTC)Re: not a fill but...
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Date: 2012-07-23 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 02:00 pm (UTC)Not a fill, but
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Date: 2012-07-23 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-23 02:24 pm (UTC)Fill
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:16 pm (UTC)Smook -- Hope that's okay!
Date: 2012-07-24 12:00 am (UTC)Yet time moved on, and Pan still didn't show. Eventually, Hook did settle down, finally becoming more James than the Captain Hook he'd been forced to become to survive as an adult in Neverland. He planted daisies and enjoyed watching them grow as he and his beloved also grew, growing older, shorter, fatter, and grayer. There came a time when James could no longer keep his pistol steady for the way his hands shook, and at last, he shut it away in a drawer beside their bed.
As fate would have it, it was then, on a quiet street in London, one hundred years later than the last time Pan had almost run James through, that the aged Pirate Captain finally did meet his lifelong arch rival. He hadn't expected him. His hands had been shaking, and he'd dropped the present he'd bought for his sweet Smee. He'd been bent down, carefully lifting the package and feeling of it to make certain it wasn't broken, when he spotted a pair of green boots ahead of him on the graveled road.
James had stilled instantly, his entire body going stoic still in terror except for his mustache who quivered in sudden renewed vigor. His hair had gone back to its younger days as his mustache shook, trembled, and looked as though it was ready to jump off of his wrinkled face. Yet, when no sword tapped him in the booty, James slowly raised his head. Even more slowly, he stood and looked at the boy who was no longer a boy.
Peter Pan looked back at him from adult eyes. "Good noon to you, sir," he called and went about his way, holding to the hand of a woman who, despite her uncanny resemblance to the trollop, couldn't possibly be Wendy.
Hook couldn't run much any more. Simply kneeling to tend to his flowers often winded him. Yet, on that day, the infamous Pirate Captain did run. He ran, his package tucked under one arm and his umbrella crooked onto the other, all the way out of town, down the dusty roads that led to his home, and up the pathway that wound betweenst fields of flowers all the way until he collided into his love's arms.
Smee heard him coming and screaming his name as he hadn't since the days that the crocodile had searched for him. "SMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" Smee met him, standing on their porch with his arms open wide. James collapsed into his love's hold, his long, tall body shaking inside Smee's short, protective arms. "I SAW HIM!" he gasped. "I SAW HIM!"
The dread that set into Smee was as obvious on him as it had been on his beloved Captain. Yet, then, he realized: The boi wasn't following him. His love had escaped unscathed. "Did he see you?"
"Yes," James gasped, but then his breathing slowed. His lips began to gradually curl up into a smile. "He saw me," he told him, his eyes twinkling and mustache curling to match his sly grin, "but he didn't know me!"
"You . . . You're sure he saw you?"
"Yes!" James grinned broadly down at him. "He saw me, but he didn't know me!" he repeated gleefully. He lifted Smee into his arms and began to dance with him across their porch as they once had on the deck of their Pirate ship. Smee was quite happy to dance with his beloved but still confused as to why he was suddenly so happy they were dancing. "Do you realize what this means, Smee?" James nearly crowed.
"N-No," Smee admitted, pushing his glasses back up his red, round nose before they could fall completely off of his face.
"WE'RE FREE!" James shouted, his joyous cry echoing over their fields of daisies. "WE'RE FREE!" And, then, almost as if to show just how free they were, he covered Smee's face with kisses.
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 03:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 03:31 pm (UTC)Silly, cracky snippet
Date: 2012-07-25 05:13 am (UTC)"Details?"
"None available at this time, Captain-"
"Well, it's Tuesday... that means Doom. Clint, Thor, it's you two's week to deal with this. I'm going back to bed."
"Captain?"
"Sorry, Director, Steve's got Friday with Tasha this week- they're dealing with the Wrecking Crew."
"Agent Barton. Ah, yes, I seem to have pulled up last week's schedule. Carry on."
"Let's get this, Thor. I just checked the chart, and it's Bruce's day to make breakfast when we get back."
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:37 pm (UTC)Fill
Date: 2012-07-23 05:20 pm (UTC)Re: Fill
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Date: 2012-07-23 03:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-23 04:39 pm (UTC)Fill - The Hirsute Solution - Rated G
Date: 2012-07-25 03:25 am (UTC)“Dave, can I ask you a question?” Spencer says as he gets out of the shower and grabs a towel.
“Sure, what’s up?” Dave replies, trimming his sideburns.
“How long did it take you to grow your goatee?”
Dave looks at him quizzically. “About a week or so - I’m Italian. Why are you asking?”
“Here’s my idea,” Spencer says, making himself comfortable on the edge of the sink counter. “I know that I’m not the strongest, most macho looking member of our team. People tend to think I’m nerdy and weak and I think that’s why I’m always getting kidnapped, held hostage and beaten up. It’s so predictable, Dave, but I’m going to change that. I’m thinking that if I grow facial hair, I’ll look older and tougher.” He leans forward and gives Dave a quick kiss, wiping some shaving cream off his neck. “What do you think?”
“Interesting thought, Spencer. It does seem that you get into trouble more than statistically probable.” Dave and Spencer have been a couple long enough that Dave has picked up some of his partner’s vocabulary. Now he busies himself combing his hair, carefully not looking at Spencer. “You really think this will make a difference?”
“Well, the two toughest men I know are you and Derek. You both have facial hair. I realize that’s not scientifically valid, but…” Spencer studies himself in the mirror, using his index finger to make a mustache. “Oh, and there’s Magnum PI and Serpico, too.”
“And Inspector Clouseau.” Dave checks his watch, then grabs his coffee cup and hands Spencer his, pushing him out of the bathroom. “Here’s the thing, Kitten. It takes you about a month to grow anything resembling a beard. When you do, you look either like you should be in an 90s grunge band or you’re a college student. I don’t think it’s going to give you the look you want.”
Spencer takes their empty coffee mugs and puts them in the dishwasher. “Okay, so do you have any good ideas? I would think you’re interested in keeping me safe.”
“Let’s see.” Dave gives Spencer his coat and bag and picks up his own. “You could wear your vest. Shoot people who are pointing a gun at you. And now that Derek has trained JJ in hand-to-hand combat, duck behind her whenever possible.”
“Maybe I’ll just duck behind you and Derek,” Spencer says as he locks the door behind them.
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Date: 2012-07-23 04:42 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-07-23 04:49 pm (UTC)Mini Fill: It wasn't enough
Date: 2012-07-23 07:24 pm (UTC)It wasn't enough that Spock had to stand next to his mother, only seconds from salvation and watch her die once, but sixteen years later, he must relive it again.
Like last time, he has his father with him, Uhura as well. He can hear Nero's voice again in his head, I would rather suffer the end of Romulus a thousand times. I would rather die in agony than accept assistance from you. Spock wonders what Nero would do if her really did suffer then end of Romulus a thousand times. Suffering the end of his home a second time has stretched his control to the limit.
He watches the mountains of Shi'Kahr fall into the black hole, standing by as everything he's ever know disappears into oblivion.
It wasn't enough then to know that Vulcan could be rebuilt and prosper once more. It wasn't enough to know that maybe in an alternate universe, his mother might be alive. Sixteen years after the fact, it's not enough to know even if Vulcan isn't truly being destroyed, his heart is dying once again.
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Date: 2012-07-23 05:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-07-24 03:13 pm (UTC)They're finishing up breakfast after an early-morning pow-wow about a case. Or- Nick is. Eddie's barely touched the fiber-rich, all-organic meal Nick provided with Eddie's preferences in mind.
Nick pauses in their discussion of Dickfelligs and ritual fasting to ask Eddie - again - if everything is alright, and finally Eddie just loses it.
"Dude! You need to stop barging in my door at 6 in the morning!" Eddie shouts, as if out of nowhere. "People are starting to talk," he says.
"I don't-"
"Nick, you really do. Like, every day."
And it's just then, like a light has been switched on - illuminating something so big, he should have felt it in the darkness - that Nick realizes that he does.
He monopolizes Eddie's every morning.
And most of his evenings.
He calls Eddie at all hours. Initially, it was in need of vital information. But over time the immediacy of his needs and the import of the conversation stopped being a factor; now Nick calls Eddie sometimes just to talk. Just to hear him confirm something Nick already knows or to discuss something entirely unrelated to Nick's job. Either of them.
Nick rarely even knocks these days... He just enters Eddie's home like it's his right and sometimes Eddie is left on Nick's doorstep, waiting, for several moments because Nick forgets that Eddie is inexplicably uncomfortable doing the same.
Except, it isn't all that inexplicable, is it?
This isn't Nick's home... Eddie isn't- They aren't... what 'starting to talk' obviously implies. Suddenly, Nick isn't even sure that they're buddies. He barged into Eddie's life, as surely as he's been barging into Eddie's home, and never asked if he was welcome.
"Oh."
"Nick..."
"Oh, man. I'm really sorry. I haven't been-"
"You've been fine! I don't mean that I mind- It's just..."
"No, no, you're right. I've been... incredibly rude. I'm sorry. I'll stop just inviting myself over whenever I feel like it." For some reason, even saying that makes Nick feel ridiculously sad, which is one of the reasons that he does what he does next.
The other is the way Eddie's eyes widen slightly, how urgent he sounds, as he says, "Hey! I don't mean you should stop coming over! I like that you feel- I, uh, I like hanging out with you, you know. And you're always invited! It just... kind of sucks being labeled 'the other woman' and never getting to earn it." Eddie smirks, trying to sell his joke.
But Nick can hear something not-so-playful in Eddie's tone.
And his instantaneous response, without even thinking about it, is, "Juliette and I broke up months ago."
He doesn't say, 'We aren't like that." Because - clearly - they are. And Juliette had noticed it too.
Nick regrets so many things in that instance - not being able to give Juliette the frank confession she deserved; putting that look of longing - wary of discovery - into Eddie's eyes (now that he's done hiding from his own feelings, Nick can see Eddie's clearly.)
But mostly, he regrets waiting so long to...
Stride across Eddie's kitchen and take the startled Blutbad by the face, kissing him soundly. "Well," he says, with a bright though nervous grin, as they break for air. "I guess we should make an honest man out of you."
It's possibly the cheesiest thing he could have said. But Eddie just beams at him and laughs. "I don't know about honest, but if they're going to talk, it might as well be about this." Then he kisses Nick back.
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