Thursday: Five Sentence Fics

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Good morning and welcome to Thursday.

The theme for today is “Five Sentence Fics”. Your prompt can be anything, but the fill must be only five sentences long.

Please remember the rules so everyone can have a good time:
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

Please always use the following format to make it easier on the code monkeys:
Fandom(s), character or pairing, prompt.

And here are a few examples, to get you started!

White Collar, Mozzie+El, Wine
Peter Pan, Wendy/Peter, Monsters
Burn Notice, Sam Axe, "Hi, I'm Chuck Finley."

[Themetag: Five Sentence]

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[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

White Collar, Mozzie+El, Wine

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Peter Pan, Wendy/Peter, Monsters

[katleept.livejournal.com]

She thought she knew what monsters were. She knew too well how vicious beings could be, how mermaids and Pirates tried to take everything from you because of your friendship with a certain motherless boy, and how mere jealousy could spark a Fairy to try to kill you. She'd been through so much, suffered so greatly, but she never realized who the real monster was until she returned home and finally realized Peter wasn't coming after her. She'd given him everything, even sacrificed her family, her home, and almost her life many times, when he'd given her nothing but memories. A part of her would always long for his return, but she knew now that, even if he did come back for her, she could never return to him, never go back to living her life for a boy who would never grow up.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Burn Notice, Sam Axe, "Hi, I'm Chuck Finley."

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed/Winry, One second

Fill - One Second

[rei382.livejournal.com]

In one second, it would all change; the next word she would say would determine their relationship forever and Winry wasn’t sure she was ready for it, but there was no choice for her anymore. The question had been asked, the dice had been rolled.
“Yes, Ed, of course I will marry you!” She said, and there was no turning back now. But she knew she didn’t need to turn back; she won’t regret this, ever. She smiled as he took her in his arms, holding her close, and whispering, “I love you.”

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Skyfall, Bond/Q, coffee or tea?

[swan-secrets.livejournal.com]

"Coffee or tea?"
"Tea."
"Shaken or stirred?"
James shot him a deadly look.
Q smiled.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, a second grade self-portrait drawn without a smile

Fill: Phineas and Ferb, Linda

[winterjameson.livejournal.com]

Linda Flynn sighed sadly as she looked at her daughter's latest art project, a self-portrait in colored pencil that was distinctly lacking a smile. She knew how hard it had been for Candace since her father had walked away from their family just over three years previously; getting a new little brother soon after the divorce hadn't helped the girl much, either. She wanted so much to do something to make Candace feel better, something that would put a smile on that little face more often.

She suddenly remembered Candace laughing as she mentioned one of her classmates the day before, and that made her reach for the phone and the second grade parents' phone number list.

"Hello, Doctor Hirano, this is Linda Flynn, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in setting up a play date for our daughters..."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, if I had thought it'd end like this - still I'd do the same

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

The blade rests against his neck, pressing into the skin and slowly drawing blood. Duncan fights the reflex to curl his fingers around his sword, but ultimately he resist.

"Do you regret it?", he hears Methos (or Death, Duncan isn't entirely sure) ask.

Duncan shrugs, thinks about the years he has spent with his friend and smiles. Even counting his impending demise the good will outweight the bad, so the answer is and always be No.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,




Once upon a time there was a princess
Prettiest girl in all the land
Once upon there was a monster
Who once upon a time had been a man

Into the Woods// Cinderella/Charming // PG

[mtxref-fic.livejournal.com]

She had married a prince, a man who become king someday, a man who had won her heart through trickery, but who had charmed her nonetheless. But after the wonders of the royal wedding, she had seen through the mask of gentility and sweet words, to see the selfish being behind it, the creature who grasped at anything within its reach, using them for its pleasures, a man who should not be king if he could not control himself.

Now a giant was rampaging through the kingdom, flattening houses and killing people, spreading fear, causing damage, and here they had gone into the woods to find a way to defeat the creature that had come down Jack's beanstalk, seeking revenge. Perhaps the giant's motives were more understandable, easier to comprehend, but they were no less damaging or destructive than those of the man she had married, albeit causing a different kind of destruction.

Which was the man and which the monster....

[tigriswolf]

author’s choice, author’s choice, “I saved your life,” [?] says. “You shouldn’t have,” [?] replies.

fill: Highlander

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

The blade rests on the back of his neck; measuring for a clean stroke, the barest of mercies. The energy he would need to resist suck a strike is gone, bled out from the knife wound in his groin and splattered around their battleground.

“I saved your life,” Duncan says.

“You shouldn’t have,” Methos replies. “And I don’t owe favors to the dead.”

[tigriswolf]

Glee, Kurt, cold as stone

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Avengers (any), Steve +or/ any, always feel like somebody's watching me

Not a specifc timeline, but I prefer comic-Steve

[mangacrack.livejournal.com]

His eyes catch a street camera moving, following his steps, when Steve wanders through the streets of New York and finds himself pitying the ordinary citizen, who continues his life without grasping the machinations around him. Even the government opposing paranoids rarely guess how far S.H.I.E.L.D. has moved away from humanity.

Steve burns with dangerous and volatile anger, when he pictures Nick Fury on the other end of the camera lens and clenches his still bloody fist that has pounded into the directors body earlier. He makes an impolite gesture towards the camera and vanishes with the intend to prove S.H.I.E.L.D. that he can still avoid them, if he wishes.

One of the few perks of being Captain America is that he knows how to outsmart the system since he served long enough to know it by heart.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Jack/Nathan, falling

Falling, Jack/Nathan (Eureka)

[creepy_shetan]

It wasn't that his grip wasn't tight enough -- the screws in the metal bar began to give up long before he did, jolting his body as one side broke free from the wall.

His sweat and the smooth steel and the next shock wave combined forces against him in one brief instant.

Nathan was falling, and he didn't like what he would meet at the bottom.

Before he could close his eyes, he heard a crash and felt another but stronger jolt; there was pain, but he was strangely still in the air.

He almost told Carter off for taking too long or for nearly ripping his arm out of its socket, but instead Nathan looked up and offered an honest smile, which he was inwardly pleased to see mirrored on the sheriff's face after there was a solid surface beneath both of them.


(Oh how I miss Carter and Stark. ♥ I own s1 and s2 and stopped watching somewhere in s4, but I plan to finish the series someday.)

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, any or any/any, "What the hell was that?"

Fill: the profile is your greatest weapon

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

The profile has Meisbecker as a fanatic Narcissist, and there's little hope that they can bring him in quietly. Spencer isn't supposed to be the one who confronts him... but that's how things work out, with Spence calmly giving a cautious Hotch his report - in the aftermath - and their shaken probie looking on as Meisbecker is wheeled away.

"I don't understand why," says the kid, "he just... turned the gun on himself; all Dr. Reid did was talk to him..."

None of them say anything, but J.J. knows what happened (Spencer barely bats an eye as they debrief the case back in DC... Meisbecker's first and fifth victims looked an awful lot like a certain, deceased geneticist); they all do, but then, they've seen this before.

"The profile isn't always exact," J.J. says - thinking, 'But we are', and lets the secret lie for all of them.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Haven, Audrey/Duke(/Nathan), into the dark

Fill: Mapmakers, Audrey/Duke/Nathan

[black-eyedgirl.livejournal.com]

“Close your eyes if it’ll help,” Audrey says, sounding far too calm for someone who’s stuck wandering the pitch black cellars of one of Haven’s cliffside estates, no working torches, no cellphones, no anything but darkness.

“Why exactly would that help?” Nathan mutters, taking a deep breath to focus on what he has left – the smell of the sea, and Audrey’s hand tight in his as a safety rope.

Audrey says that Duke is right behind them, holding onto Nathan’s wrist, and Nathan has no reason to disbelieve her, but he still twists back to catch even the sound of Duke’s breath or the smell of his aftershave.

“Because you might stop hurting your eyes trying to see out.” Duke’s voice makes Nathan jump, enough that he suspects he hits his head, because there’s a sudden huff of laughter and Duke whispering, “not that you’d notice, are you trying to give yourself concussion, Nate, seriously?” and that’s what he has then: Audrey’s fingers twined through his and Duke’s voice rumbling over his shoulder, back and forth with Audrey, mapping out a landscape he can make sense of.

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

La Femme Nikita (1997), any or any/any, the comm. unit went dead...

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Cho(/Jane), hanging on

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Hannibal, any, he knows

Fill: Folie a Deux

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

He knows.

Well, that's not precise... he suspects, but for him, suspecting is basically knowing (he isn't being presumptuous, this is merely fact); Will suspects, and he's actually rather horrified that he is the only one, for Will cannot see Lecter's quiet perception, his carefully measured applications of compassion, as anything but the doctor being purposefully ironic. Lecter does not observe, he calculates; he feels only that which he allows himself or desires to feel.

Will tells himself that he is waiting - Lecter's patient mongoose - waiting for evidence that will paint his knowing and make it less perceptible as paranoia or, worse, some kind of kinship.

But, honestly, Will is probably more akin to Hannibal than he can ever comfortably admit; he is less concerned with proof, in his silence, than in curiousity, and in the simple, selfish thought ('They should know better) that if they feared his gift so much that they felt the need to assign Lecter as his keeper...

Then let them discover the serpent they've invited into their nest without Will; for their ignorance, they deserve his patience.

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Eureka, Jack/Nathan, a soft place to land

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, any, system crash

[blythechild.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, Sherlock + or / John, solving a case in 30 seconds

Fill

[lady-wyn.livejournal.com]

John is not paying attention. He was supposed to be impressed.

“John, I don't know if you observed, as it was rather rudimentary, but I solved that case in thirty seconds.”

“Thirty seconds? Getting soft in our old age, are we?”

[samueljames]

Get Real, John/Steven, graduation.

[samueljames]

Hustle, Mickey/Stacie/Danny, charmer.

[samueljames]

White Collar, Neal/Clinton, cooking.

Fill: Comfort Food

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

If he had to bet, Clinton would have guessed that the first meal Neal cooked for him would be a lot more like the Caffrey Neal shows to the world in every other respect - showy and precise, and that wouldn't have been bad; if Clinton was insecure about whether what he has with Neal is real, he wouldn't have let this thing happen in the first place. He knows how Neal feels about him; Neal doesn't have to beat him over the head proving it - Clinton doesn't sweat the small stuff.

Still, when Neal sets a fancy plate down in front of him, and Clinton's smirk freezes (the spread Neal's prepared looks more like something you get at a guy's grandmother's house than at a fancy restaurant) it is undeniably something more than the food and the wine that warms him.

"I hope this is okay; I could have done something more elegant... something classical, but I thought-"

Clinton tugs on Neal's wrist until he falls into Clinton's lap, chuckling, and swallows his questions with a kiss; "I'm glad you didn't," Clinton says honestly, and he knows, before he's even tasted it, that this is one of the finest meals that anyone has ever made for him.

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Mickey/Jake, that smile.

[farad.livejournal.com]

Magnificent Seven, Ezra, Chris' smile.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

It was the most dangerous thing he'd ever seen, and yet sometimes, when the sun hit it just right and made it sparkle, it was also one of the most beautiful things Ezra had ever seen. It could mean so many things at once. He could always tell how his day would go with just one look at it. One morning, he was just awakening when a commotion lured him outside to where his "brothers" were already joined in staring down an entire posse of men. Chris smiled; Ezra knew it was going to be a fun day.