Tuesday: Episode Titles

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Hi, guys. I'm jade_starlight and I'm still your Guest Host for the week. *g*

Today we're going with episode titles. Your prompt should be the title of any television show episode, and it certainly doesn't have to be from the fandom you're prompting, nor does the answering fic have to have anything at all to do with the actual episode. Also, please include which show you're taking the title from (because I can be seriously nosy, and I wanna know. *g*)

Please think about our wonderful codemonkeys and use the correct format (the second is for crossovers).

Fandom, Pairing, Prompt
Fandom1/Fandom2, Pairing, Prompt

SG1, Cam/Daniel, Back and Back and Back to the Future (Farscape)
Leverage/NCIS, Eliot/Tony, The Hour of the Wolf (Babylon 5)

And remember not to post more than 3 prompts in a row. If a prompt is answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

If you don't see anything you like, you can always Adopt a Lonely Prompt.

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SG1, Cam/Daniel, Back and Back and Back to the Future (Farscape)

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Leverage/NCIS, Eliot/Tony, The Hour of the Wolf (Babylon 5)

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Tony glared at the mostly empty bottle of beer in front of him. He had survived the whole first day of the conference and he was already ready to say ‘screw it’ and go home consequences be damned. Except Gibbs might actually follow through on his threat to shoot him, since he’s pretty sure leaving in the middle of a conference the director specially ordered him too would be considered stupid, and gunshot wounds hurt like a bitch.

He was in LA for gods sake. He should at least be out checking out the clubs, maybe doing a little partying but the aforementioned threat of doing anything stupid hung over his head. Tony didn’t even notice the other man approach until a new beer was set in front of him.

“This seat taken?” It was more of a growl than anything and Tony found himself not minding when he shook his head and instead of sliding into the booth across from him, the man slid in next to him. “Eliot.”

“Tony.” Tony reached for the new beer. “Thanks.”

“No problem. You look like you could use it.”

“You have no idea.” Tony groaned in appreciation as he took a long swallow and fought down a shiver as Eliot gave him a not so discreet once over. Tony returned the favor and let his own eyes wander. The man sitting next to him screamed dominance in a way that had Tony wanting to bare his throat. Or go down on his knees.

“So I take it you’re not here for pleasure?” Eliot smirked a little mockingly and Tony got the feeling that Eliot knew exactly what he was doing to him.

“Business. LEO conference.” Which Tony didn’t want to think about.

“You’re a fed.” Eliot drawled giving him another once over with distinct approval. Tony raised his eyebrows. It had been a while since his job had gotten that reaction from someone as distinctly alpha as this man.

“That turn you on?” Tony asked playfully. Eliot shrugged as if it didn’t matter one way or the other.

“I like a man that can take care of himself.” Tony knew how to read between the lines.

“That can protect himself you mean.” Eliot gave a little nod in response to his observation. Tony met the other man’s eyes. “From you?”

Eliot’s eyes shone dark and Tony knew that the feeling he got when he first met this man was completely accurate. He knew that Eliot could hurt him, could break him and he had nothing but Eliot’s words telling him that he wouldn’t. But Tony also knew that what was on offer was something that he could never refuse. Not when Eliot was everything he’d ever wanted in a lover.

As if he knew what Tony was thinking, Eliot slid closer into Tony’s personal space bracing one hand on the wall behind Tony’s head and placing the other directly on the bulge in Tony’s lap.

“You sure about this?” The question was said directly into his ear and accompanied with a squeeze and Tony was only barely able to contain his moan. He nodded once he could think again and glanced around the room but no one seemed to be paying any attention to them. “No one’s watching us.” Eliot said in response to the look, licking along the shell of Tony’s ear. Tony tilted his head back with a gasp.

“Maybe that’s the problem.” This time Tony was certain he heard the other man growl and he was suddenly pulled to his feet guided toward to the door. Tony gave a little huff of amusement, “I should’ve known you wouldn’t like to share.”

When they got outside Eliot let go of Tony, stepping away as if to give him one last out. In the moonlight Tony looked the other man over noticing the brief flash of yellow as Eliot looked back. The only thing that Tony was certain of as he stepped forward was that Gibbs was going to shoot him when he found out about this.

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RPS, Chris/Steve, The Wedding Job (Leverage)

RPS, Chris/Steve, The Wedding Job (Leverage)

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Steve had hit a road block in the song he was working on for the new album, and he couldn’t find the motivation to pick up the musical score he’d been working on, so for a change of pace, he grabbed his credentials and journal, then caught the city bus to visit Chris on set.

The cast was having one of their easier days. They’d just finished one episode and were starting to run through the scenes for the new one. One of the PA’s had gotten him settled where he could watch without being in the way, when he heard Beth yell.

“Hey! Steve’s here!” She waved wildly from where they were gathered around the writers and director.

He blushed hotly at the attention, until he noticed John talking to Chris, and Chris shrugging his shoulders and nodding. The writer motioned for Steve to come over to the group.

“Steve, we need a favor,” John started, “these guys all have something they need to be doing,” a look got everyone moving but Chris and Tim, “and Tim wants two people standing before the pulpit to practice the scene where he’s performing the ceremony. Mind standing in for us?”

A quick glance around the room showed everyone had truly left.

“Sure. I don’t mind.” He said sheepishly.

A thrill shot through his system at being asked to help followed by a twinge of sadness that he and Chris would probably never have this because of Chris having such a public presence.

His reverie was broken by Tim.

“If you kids would join hands.” Tim state solemnly.

Steve was surprised when Chris grabbed both his hands and looked at Tim as if they were actually filming. Following his lead he gave the actor his attention while savoring the warmth of Chris’ hands on his in a public place.

Tim rattled on about shopping carts in Home Depot and teaching dogs baseball. His attention wondered to what was happening on the rest of the sound stage until the words, ‘Do you have the rings?’ pierced his brain.

His eyes snapped to Chris who was being handed something by Aldis while Beth and Gina were smiling and sniffling.

“Do you Christian Michael Kane commit yourself to this man?” Tim intoned in his best preacher’s voice.

Steve’s eyes got wide when Chris looked into his eyes and answered, “I do.” Chris slipped a white gold band on the ring finger of his left hand.

Beth nudged Steve and handed him a ring. Tim looked at Steve.

“Do you Steven Paul Carlson commit yourself to this man?”

Steve looked from Tim to Beth, Gina, Aldis and the rest of the crew watching. Dean was grinning at him holding a video camera. Then he saw Jensen, Jared, Jason, and the rest of their friends that were on hiatus while Leverage was still shooting. By the time his eyes made it back to Chris, the blue eyes were looking worried.

The smile that broke across Steve’s smile face was like the sunrise. “I do.” He slipped the matching band on Chris’ finger as everyone breathed in relief.

“You may…whatever.” Tim snickered.

Chris grabbed him for a kiss that left him panting and light headed while Beth teased Aldis about taking notes.

“I know it’s not the real thing, but I just wanted everyone to know…wanted to let you know how much it means that you put up with all my crap.”

“I hope they got that on tape. I think that’s the most words Kane ever strung together about his feelings.” Jensen teased.

“Shut up, Jenny.” Chris growled.

“It was great, Chris. Now when our mamas find out I’m telling them it was your idea.” Steve teased.

“Great, at least I’ll leave a good lookin’ corpse.”

“How did you know I was going to be here today?” Steve asked.

“You told me this morning how stir crazy you were going, so I figgered today, tomorrow at the latest.” Chris shrugged.

“What? You set this whole wedding script thing just to fool me?” He voice was incredulous.

John Rogers started to snicker, then the rest of the cast started to laugh. He handed Steve a copy of the script.

“Oh no—this is our real script. The name of the episode is the ‘Wedding Job’.

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Hellblazer, John Constantine, Criss Angel is a Douchebag (Supernatural)

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam, Thirteen (Numb3rs)

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, Angels and Devils (Numb3rs)

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'Hello, Dean.What were you dreaming about?', Castiel asks, perched on his bed and God that's three ways kind of creepy.

Especially when Dean was just dreaming about him dressed in tight red short, devil horns and nothing else. Gyrating round a pole and showing Dean exactly how bendy he was before crawling across the floor...

'What do you get your freak on watching other people sleep?'

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Star Wars, Anakin/Padme, Briar Rose (Dollhouse)

Home

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She's sleeping, one hand on her round stomach, when he comes in.

She's looks so peaceful sleeping there that he doesn't have the heart to wake her, so instead he watches, sitting beside her, and taking her hand in his.

It's kind of hard to believe that he's here, right now with her, when at nine years old all he had to look forward to in life was his podracing and the fact that he'd have to serve Watto for his entire life. But then she had come and changed everything. He has tasted life and love and it is the greatest sensation he has ever been exposed to.

That thought makes him feel guilty though. Jedi aren't supposed to know love or have any attachments, and here he was with a wife and another attachment to come along in few months' time.

He can't say he feels sorry or that he'd change anything- not for the world. He's right where he wants to be.

Padme sighs in her sleep, and he lies down beside her, enveloping her in his arms and falling asleep himself. Padme's warmth has always felt like home.

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Peanuts/Supernatural, author's choice, It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester (Supernatural)

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Supernatural, Lucifer/Castiel or Anna, When Worlds Collide (Numb3rs)

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Dark Angel, Alec, "Skin" (supernatural)

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It's not clear how they made their decisions, the genetic engineers. Alex would look at Max sometimes, look at her perfect beige skin. Sometimes it looked like mocha, warm and milky smooth. In sunlight it looked like bronze or gold, only softer. And stronger.

But it always looked perfect. Even-toned, flawless. Like real silk, from before the pulse.

Alec wondered what they were thinking when they were making his skin. Freckles, marks, the occasional sunburn - useless properties, and they couldn't be very attractive. Even Logan had lovelier skin than he did. Though, to be honest, Logan pretty much had lovely everything.

He mentioned his freckles to Logan once. "Guess the geniuses at Manticore let a few things slip by, huh?"

Logan had laughed.

Alec had muttered, "Asshole," and started to get up to leave.

But Logan pushed him back down, putting the full force of his hand against Alec's bare chest.

The difference in strength didn't matter in bed. Alec always let himself fall when Logan pushed.

This time, though, though Logan straddled him, as Alec expected a quick I'm-sorry-for-laughing screw, Logan managed to surprise him. He slowly brought Alec's arm to his mouth and kissed the largest brown freckle on it, the one near the wrist wear the hair on his arm began. He moved his mouth along Logan's arm, gently teasing him as he moved up to the shoulder and then the collarbone, now sucking hard enough to leave light ephemeral bruises.

"What's this for, Logan?" Alec managed to ask without it sounding completely like a moan.

Logan stopped long enough to answer. "Lesson in aesthetics, Alec. I know you're mad about why they made you. But those piece-of-shit bastards? They made you perfect."

"That's definitely not true. But I'm totally going to hold it against you that you said it."

"Physically perfect. Now personality-wise..."

"Bite me, Logan," Alec snarked.

Logan did.

"Kind of literal," Alec gasped, "But I'm not complaining."

Logan smiled as he moved up to face Alec. He ran a fingernail along Alec's jaw, lingering every few millimeters, and Alec realized he was tracing the path of his freckles. Alec was about to roll his eyes when Logan said, "I'm going to know every inch of your body, Alec. Every part, every sinew, every freckle."

Logan's hands explored Alec's torso then, alternating between the light tickle of a gentle caress and the hard burn of nails on skin. He continued, "I'm going to take my time, Alec. I'm going to pay attention to every single freckle and mark. I am going to make you so over-the-top, head-back-screamingly _grateful_ that you have this beautiful body for me to explore. So no smartass comments right now, Alec. I have a lot of ground to cover."

As Logan leaned over to kiss the freckle on his right hip, edging his boxers even further down, Alec knew Logan was right about one thing at least. That exquisite sense of ache and awe that Alec felt radiating from somewhere inside of him -- he was pretty sure it was gratitude.

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Buffy, Spike/Tara, Sympathy for the Devil(OTH)

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Leverage, Eliot/Parker, "Blah Blah Woof Woof" (Dark Angel)

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Buffy, Spike/Buffy, Ashes & Dust(Criminal Minds)

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Spike usually tastes like ashes and stale cigarette smoke. Once, she kissed him after he'd been feeding, but after tasting blood, she'd refused to come near him for the rest of the day.

Sometimes, she thinks about staking him, even when they're together. Ending what they have permanently, in a way that'll make sure she can never go back. Watching him exploding to dust. Dawn would be upset, but if she told the others he tried to attack her, they'd believe her. It's Spike, after all.

But she can't. He isn't just another vampire. Even if they hadn't been sleeping together, even if he was still going on about how he'd kill her if he ever had a chance, he was someone to her, someone important. Someone she'd miss. And she's supposed to be the good guy, here. How can she kill a man just because she doesn't like how she feels about him?

Not a man, she reminds herself, a vampire. An evil, soulless thing. Her sworn enemy. The slayer of slayers. The monster that loves her so much it scares her. If it's even love at all.

One thing's for sure. She shouldn't want this. She should be happy to be alive and spend time with Dawn and her friends. Get out, date someone nice and normal.

But all of that seems to melt away when she's near him. All she can do is clutch tightly to him and ride him hard. And it almost seems all right.

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NCIS, Tony/author's choice, "Encounter At Farpoint" (ST:TNG)

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"You said you'd watch anything I wanted to Tony as long as it 'broaden my movie watching experience.'" Tim crossed his arms over his chest and gave Tony a glare.

"But Probie you want to watch Nemesis couldn't we at least watch TOS? That would be so much better than some next generation knock off." Tony whined.

"This is a good movie Tony," Tim put the DVD in ignoring the grumbling going on behind him.

"This isn't going to broaden your horizons. It's going to keep them narrow and- Come on let me pick the movie." Tim smirked at Tony as he sat down and took the bowl of popcorn.

"No," he crunched on a handful of the buttery snack, "you get to pick the next one it was the deal." A few more handfuls before Tony snatched it away and kept it on the side farthest from Tim. "Bet I wont bitch about which movie you pick," he grumbled.

"Keep it up," Tony threw some popcorn in his mouth, "and I'll make you watch a chick flick."

Tim looked a little horrified at the idea before he laughed, "like you'd watch a chick flick." The look Tony gave him kept Tim quiet the rest of the film; it said that he shouldn't try the older man.

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Buffy, Buffy/Spike, In Name and Blood (Criminal Minds)

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Buffy/Supernatural, Faith/Bela, Rules of Acquisition (Star Trek: DS9)

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House, House/Wilson, "I See Dead People" (Alias)

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(My first House fic! I hope I did the characterizations justice.)

Spoilers for the finale.

Wilson's eyes kept flicking over to House. He looked so tense, as close to fear as Wilson had ever seen him. House had always been good at hiding his emotions, but now they bubbled near the surface, threatening to spill over, and it was clear that he was doing all he could to control them.

Wilson knew he should keep a closer eye on the road, not stare, but every now and then House's mouth would open a bit, only to snap shut again, and it was getting terribly distracting.

"You can talk to me, House." Wilson urged as gently as he could, assuming that House was stopping himself from confessing something.

Not the case, as it turned out.

House made a grumbling noise, rubbed his forehead with his palm.

"I'm trying not to snap at the backseat drivers." He huffed with irritation, "Trying to talk me out of it."

Wilson resisted the urge to glance towards the backseat. There was nothing to see, but it was still unsettling to be reminded that House had been conversing with Amber for days. Not that he would wish this torment on anyone, but he couldn't help thinking how nice even talking to a delusion of Amber, just once more, might be.

"It'll be ok. You'll get better." He reassured, for a lack of anything else to say.

"I see dead people." House bit back, but the edge of his sarcasm was blunted. His tone had an edge of loss and despair that made Wilson want to take House in his arms and comfort him, though he knew House would never accept it.

He drove on. With help, he had to believe that House would be ok.

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Veronica Mars, Veronica/Logan, Pleasure is My Business(Criminal Minds)

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House, Cameron/Chase, "Welcome To Liberty Village" (Alias)

[onceuponapillow.livejournal.com]

House, House/Cuddy, Like a Virgin(Veronica Mars)

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, "Girth" (Pushing Daisies)

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, "The Lazarus Experiment" (Doctor Who)

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Three hours passed him by, and the evening faded to dusk and then to night. The sun slipped down, and the air in the room began to chill. But the King did not move.

Servants came and went, hurrying in with hushed footsteps to bring food that was not eaten and messages that were ignored. The fire was lit. But the King did not move.

He sat by the edge of the bed, leaning forwards, his chin resting on his joined hands, his eyes intent on the figure that was lying before him. Every now and then he would mutter to himself, a few words, a plea to a god or gods that might be listening.

The man lying on the bed was as pale as the white sheets he lay on. His chest was not rising. The court physician had pronounced him dead three hours ago, after Arthur had carried him up the stairs to his room alone, ignoring the attempts of those around him to help.

“You cannot die,” he told the room at large. “You hear me, Merlin? That’s an order… Though I don’t know why I’m ordering you – you never listen to me when I do that.”

He paused, lifting one hand to run it through his hair, leaving it chaotic; he let out a sigh as though even the simple act of raising one arm wearied him. “You are not dying now… For God’s sake, Merlin. Who’s going to ineptly trip over his robes while trying to save me from magical attacks now?”

There was no reply from the man on the bed.

“You said you had a plan… I knew it was a bad idea from the moment you said that. Your plans are always utter bollocks. You know they are, I know they are. Why on Earth did I let you do anything after you said you had a plan?”

He reached out to touch one hand to Merlin’s forhead, drawing it back when he couldn’t feel any warmth.

“When you wake up I’m going to kill you,” he promised. “I’ll throw you into the dungeons and make a decree that all the children of Camelot will have to go and see you so they can know what not to do with their lives… when you wake up.

“You told me not to worry, said you’d got it all sorted… you said it would be easy. Easy. Now you’re…” he broke off and buried his head in his hands again. “Wake up, you ridiculous, incompetent idiot. Wake up.”

“Good morning to you too…”

The world froze, Arthur’s head in his hands, Merlin’s eyes looking at him with deep amusement as his chest began to rise.

Arthur’s head snapped up so fast that, had he been wearing his crown it would have ended up on the other side of the room.

“Merlin! You imbecile! You utter moron, and git. You rotten piece of horse dung. You were dead.”

“Yep. Didn’t stop you from insulting me, though, did it?” Merlin said, pulling himself into a sitting position with a grunt of pain. “Just so as you know – dying hurts like hell. I’m not doing that again in a hurry.”

“I should damn well hope not!” Arthur snapped, clenching his fists, torn between wanting to hit the idiot sorcerer or hug him. In the end he settled for a rough embrace, so tight that Merlin ended up gasping for breath as he drew away. “Dead, Merlin… Dead. You said you had a plan.”

“Ah… yes,” Merlin said, a little abashed. “That was sort of it.”

“Your plan was to die?”

“Yes?”

“You could have warned me! It would have been nice to know you were going to wake up.” Merlin grinned a little sheepishly and Arthur’s glare grew. “You did know you were going to wake up, didn’t you?”

“Uh… not exactly?” Merlin hazarded. Arthur cursed lengthily. “It was an experiment.”

The tray of food made a loud clanging noise as it connected with the far wall.

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House, House/Cuddy, "Not Was" (La Femme Nikita)

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Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Post Hoc, Ergo Propter Hoc" (The West Wing)

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Weiss Kreuz, Farfarello, Passing Through Gethsemane (Babylon 5)