Friday: 4am

Dec. 7th, 2012 08:46 am
[identity profile] lynne-monstr.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] comment_fic
Happy Friday, everyone! It’s [livejournal.com profile] lynne_monstr again, here with today’s prompt of: 4am.

It’s said that life imitates art, but sometimes it’s the other way around. In honor of Friday night, the theme is 4am. What goes on this late at night/early in the morning?

The Rules!
+No more than five prompts in a row.
+No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
+If one of your prompts is filled, feel free to prompt again.
+No spoilers in prompts.
+If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

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

Prompts to gett things moving;
Highlander, Duncan+/ Amanda, He had to wake her up and talk her into it, but it was completely worth it
Forever Knight, Vachon (+/any), some mortal decides his church is the perfect venue for a rave
Sherlock, Sherlock +/ John, When he told Sherlock to make sure he was up by 4am for his morning shift, he didn’t mean like that.

Not a night person? Have a look at the lonely prompt archive for some other great ideas.

Have fun!

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Date: 2012-12-07 10:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faithburke.livejournal.com
They were in Australia for an auction. Duncan was there to bid. Amanda was there to see if she had to bid to get her desire. Duncan had heard the weather report and decided that he had to experience it again.

So at four in the morning, he dragged Amanda out of bed -literally- and they drove out of Melbourne proper to look at the sky without light pollution. They curled up under a shared blanket and stared at the dancing colors of the sky. When he was young, those lights were considered a sign of God, either for good or ill. An Indian tribe of America called it a 'Dance of the Spirits.' Duncan preferred that description.

Amanda wrapped an arm around his waist and whispered. "It's as if time doesn't matter."

Duncan grinned. The aurora australis was just as breathtaking as the aurora borealis.

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Date: 2012-12-07 02:00 pm (UTC)
ext_410990: (retro pharmacist limited)
From: [identity profile] radondoran.livejournal.com
Phineas and Ferb, Heinz Doofenshmirtz, he can't sleep, again, and it's not just because of the foghorns

Date: 2012-12-07 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clwilson2006.livejournal.com
SGA, Lorne/Parrish, Caught sneaking out of the others quarters

Date: 2012-12-07 02:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] enochia.livejournal.com
DCU, any, Death comes at 4am





("Death" is completely free to interpretation.)

Date: 2012-12-07 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faithburke.livejournal.com
Dick Grayson stood alone and stared into the bleak, cheap coffin. It was nothing more than cardboard six feet in the ground. If he closed it, it was the end of a life.

He breathed. Thankful to be alive. His thumb rubbed against the silver ring on his third finger. He would survive. He was a survivor.

He closed the lid. He needed to be done burying the casket, as makeshift as it was, before daybreak. He wanted to be there when the children awoke.

He picked up the shovel and covered the box with dirt, never pausing as he buried, hid, killed Nightwing. Nightwing was dead, never to return.

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Date: 2012-12-07 02:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elfgirljen.livejournal.com
any, any, phone calls at 4am are never good news

Date: 2012-12-08 08:08 am (UTC)
hopefulnebula: Mandelbrot Set with text "You can change the world in a tiny way" (Change the World)
From: [personal profile] hopefulnebula
Alphas, Nina Theroux & Lee Rosen. I'm imagining this set sometime late in season 1.

The phone rings ten times before Nina answers. He hears the voice she uses when she's pushing people, but he has to do a double-take at the suggestion. Before he can respond, though, she hangs up on him.

He sighs, looks at the clock. 4:05 AM, just two minutes later than it was two minutes ago (when he'd last looked). He redials Nina's number.

"What is it?" she mumbles into the phone. "I'm sleeping."

"I know, Nina," Rosen replies. "But we need you in the office right away."

He can hear her sheets rustle as she sits upright. "Fine. Be there in twenty." Rosen is about to say goodbye, when: "Did you call a little while ago?"

"Just now, actually. Don't you remember?"

"No, I was still mostly asleep. You know how it is. Did I... say anything?" Nina asks.

"Let's just say that it's a good thing you can't push people over the phone. Not that I'd be able to perform that particular act on myself, at any rate..."

Nina sighs and disconnects the call.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:33 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Suits, Mike + any, person is coming to work early, while Mike is still in the office

Date: 2012-12-08 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faithburke.livejournal.com
Harold didn't fit in. He knew it and worked around it. Part of the problem was that he was on a different wavelength, different cycle from everyone else. His natural biorhythm woke him early in the day and demanded that he be in bed by midnight at the latest. He had tried to match everyone else in college, but that hadn't lasted long. Only long enough to become an insomniac and fail a test because he didn't remember anything he read after eleven thirty. He quit trying to stay up with his friends, followed his own body and worked his ass off to pull a respectable grade. He did all of his studying in the wee hours of the morning, while all but the most dedicated collapsed on their beds. There were a couple of students that he routinely passed in the halls as they were ending their day and he was beginning his.

When he joined the law firm, he had assumed those days were behind him. He was given the option to start early and took it. He needed to get the work done just as much as the other associates and if he didn't want to get fired, he had to do it when he was awake. He still did his best work at 4am.

So did Mike, after an all nighter. It was rare for another associate to be working at that time, but Harold respected the dedication. This wasn't the first time Harold had been starting as Mike was putting his head down on his desk for a nap. Harold exchanged a wry smile with Mike, but no words. Both of them were loathe to break the silence of the offices.

This was about as peaceful as their job got.

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Date: 2012-12-07 02:35 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Hawai Five-0, Steve +/ Danny, I don't care if it's 4 am, you're my best friend and I'll take care of you.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Avengers movieverse, Darcy/Loki, (based on HIMYM's 50 reasons to have sex) it's 4AM and neither of them can sleep. Obvious solution is obvious.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
author's choice, author's choice, the kind of people who are online at 4am

Date: 2012-12-07 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
White Collar, Neal, being willing to steal at 4am instead of sleeping is the reason he will always be better than Peter in the end

Date: 2012-12-07 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Avengers movieverse, Tony/any, 4am is Tony's good friend, and he wants to introduce any to gt, too.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Any, any, insomnia

Fill: Psycho Pass, Ginoza

Date: 2012-12-21 04:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaylynnkie.livejournal.com
Filled here (http://archiveofourown.org/works/602611)


Gino inhaled deeply, letting the smoke settle in his lungs before blowing it out through his nostrils. The ashtray on the table was full of stubs. He finished off another and smashed it into the glass with more force than necessary. When he shook another into his hand, he noticed he only had six left in carton that had once held twenty. He sniffed in disgust at himself and lit up again. He'd have to use cologne to cover the smell tomorrow. Kougami thought he had quit. He didn't want to lose that edge he had over the other man however false it really was.


There was a large glass window in the kitchen, and he had drawn back the curtains to watch the street. It was early, one or two in the morning. Few cars were on the road. He couldn't sleep, couldn't focus enough to read, and watching television would aggravate his headache ore. So, he sat perfectly still at the island in the kitchen, smoking more than he should and drinking coffee, hoping the caffeine would minimize the migraine he would have tomorrow.


He thought about how he had been too hard on Akane for going with Kougami to see his former professor. He was being selfish and petty. Realizing that fact didn't stop the feelings. He sucked in the smoke and nicotine so hard it was painful. He viciously put his cigarette out and lit another. She was a good Inspector. She had good instincts, and she was smart. Her innocence would evolve into something more useful one day with experience.


There was a skittering noise that made him look up. His dog, Roku, padded up to him and rested his head on his master's knee. He made a soothing noise and scratched behind Roku's ear while he chain smoked through the rest of the pack. When he was finished he sat back and watched the sun rise before going back upstairs to shower and change before going into the office. His head was killing him.

Star Trek (AOS), Jim Kirk, Insomnia

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Date: 2012-12-07 02:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 3am-moonlight.livejournal.com
Any; any; being woken up at 4am to listen to your best friend rambling on about nothing you can figure out and still staying on the line, despite the fact that you've gotten all of one hour of sleep and need to be up in another hour.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mangacrack.livejournal.com
Lord of the Rings, Aragorn, when he's raising early, the elves are usually just about to go to bed (or: weird schedules due to elvish stargazing)

Date: 2012-12-07 02:43 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] merryghoul
Burn Notice, any, couldn't sleep

Date: 2012-12-07 02:45 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Avengers movieverse, Coulson + or / Darcy, both work for people who keep weird hours and somehow they only meet at 4 in the morning.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] classics-lover.livejournal.com
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, visiting Flat Holm Island involves a 4am sailing.

Date: 2012-12-07 02:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alba17.livejournal.com
Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, no sane person should be up at 4 am, Danny thinks

Date: 2012-12-07 03:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alba17.livejournal.com
Suits, Harvey/Mike, diner breakfast at 4 am

Date: 2012-12-07 03:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alba17.livejournal.com
Merlin, Merlin/any or none, 4 am, the hour when boundaries are the weakest (life and death, worlds, people, etc.)

Date: 2012-12-08 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] faithburke.livejournal.com
The church bell rang, echoing over the land.

DING

Merlin stood on the edge of the forest, between the woods and the cemetery. He watched the fog coalescence and figures solidify.

DING

A unicorn stepped out of the woods and watched. A rabbit and a fox stood next to each other. A rainbow of magic danced through the trees.

DING

There. That figure. His father. Balinor nodded and smiled at him. Father and son had a moment.

DING

The moment was over. The ghosts, the unicorn and the live animals were all gone. Merlin and the subtle magic remained.

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Date: 2012-12-07 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alba17.livejournal.com
Homeland, Carrie/Brody, 4 am, Carrie's on surveillance, "WTF is he doing now?"
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