Monday: Time

[cghardy.livejournal.com]

Oh, hello, this is cghardy and I start this week with Time. Prompts can be about instruments that keep time, a specific point in time or the flux of time itself. There are also probably other ways of time that I can't think of.

The rules still haven't changed:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
No spoilers in prompts.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space.

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

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Doctor Who, the Doctor, well he wasn't called a 'Time Lord' for nothing
+ The Following, Ryan, if only he had gotten there on time
+ Eureka, Fargo, he was messing with his watch and somehow that happened.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive.

Have fun!

Comments

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Any, any, No such thing as tomorrow, only one two three go! (Joe Jackson, "Got the Time")

[radondoran.livejournal.com]

Around the World in Eighty Days, Jean Passepartout, when and why did Passepartout switch his famous chronometer to Greenwich time from Paris time?

[wrong-song.livejournal.com]

any, any, going back in time to fix a mistake

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

The Professionals, Bodie/Doyle, killing time

[solosundance.livejournal.com]

Magnificent Seven, any, a good time was had by all

[lastinthebox.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Rick/author's choice, telling themselves it was only a one-time thing.

[lastinthebox.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, all the time in the world.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Hermione, she wasn't entirely honest when she told Harry that she only used the Time Turner to get to all her classes.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any,

Bryce: Lara, it's a clock, it ticks, it tells the time.
[looks at his watch]
Bryce: It's wrong.
(Tomb Raider)

[chamekke.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Eleven/River Song, 'two-timing' takes on a whole new meaning.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time, young Regina, Rumple, his time is running out

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time, Regina, Henry, five times Henry saved his mother and one time he didn't

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, tempus fugit / time flies

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Xena: Warrior Princess, Xena (+ enemies), I don't have time for this

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

MCU, Loki + any, "Who taught the God of Mischief about time travel?"

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Historic RPF*, Leonardo Da Vinci, ahead of his time



*If you want to pick a fictional Leo go right ahead. The world needs more Leo.

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, making time for oneself

Fill - Fullmetal Alchemist - "Bubble Time"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

The knock jarred her out of her book, and Winry frowned, looking toward the door. “What do you want, Ed?”

“Are you gonna be much longer?”

“Do you see the bandanna tied around the door knob?”

There was a slight hesitation. “Yes,” Edward replied slowly.

“Do you know what a bandanna around the door knob means?” Stupid question. He wouldn’t be knocking on the door if he did. Winry stretched her leg out, making the warm water swirl around her body.

“No?”

“A bandanna on the door means that the person on the other side of the door doesn’t want to be disturbed.” She blew at the bubbles in the water, grinning when she uncovered the rubber duck.

“But.”

“No buts, Ed! A girl needs some time to herself. To pamper herself.” Winry sank deeper into the water, letting it lap against her chin. “So she’s well-rested, and able to cope with all the stupid things life throws at her. Like broken automail. Or idiots who break automail.”

“Nng! Nothing’s broken. I didn’t break anything. I live here. You saw me this morning. You, me, and Al ate breakfast together!” He thumped his fist against the door frame.

“Did I say you?” Winry asked. “No, I did not!” She kicked her feet, the water and bubbles sloshing. “I could’ve been talking about Tetsuo. Or Andrea. You have been very good since you’ve come home.”

“Yeah, well, if you don’t get out of there, soon, I’m gonna have to pee out the window.”

“Fine,” Winry growled. “I’ll be out of here as soon as I rinse off.”

“Thanks, Winry, seriously, I owe you!”

Not until she got out of the bathroom, Winry thought, pulling the plug.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Tick tock goes the clock,
And all the years they fly.
Tick tock and all too soon,
You and I must die.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Star Trek Reboot, Khan, 300 years and nothing has really changed

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock, any, the wheel turns, nothing is ever new

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

The Hobbit, Bilbo/Fili/Kili, time heals all wounds (right?)

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, How can you now understand Doctor Who? He's an 900 year old alien with an angsty demeanor. His spaceship is a phone box and he's in love with his sexy companions. How hard is that to get?

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Justified, Tim, time seemed to move is slow motion from the time he bullet left his gun and Colton Rhodes fell dead befor him. Bit he knew no amount is time would ever erase that memory from his mind.

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Crossfire trail, any, Photographs capturing moments in time.

[deanangst.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot, praying his time with the team never ends.

Fill (PG)

[katleept.livejournal.com]

He used to never pray. He'd given up on God and religion. If there was a God, He'd either never cared about him or stopped caring after Eliot had killed a thousand or so people. Some days, Eliot preferred to believe the latter, some days the former, but then, slowly, he started finding himself praying again.

He prayed he'd see the team again the first time they split up. He prayed Sophie would find who she needed, Nate what he needed, and Parker some one who wouldn't hurt her. He prayed Alec would stay the same always and never let the harsh realities of the world in which they had to live take away the last bit of his innocence, the desire to spend hours playing games, and the simple pleasures he took in Internet chat.

He prayed the first time Parker made what seemed to even him to be an impossible jump. She was so young. She might not actually be all that much younger than him, but her naivety, especially the beautiful innocence that had stayed with her throughout all the hardships she'd suffered, made her seem so much younger, sometimes not much older than a child. He prayed she'd keep that naivety when she survived that fall, and another, and another still until he stopped praying altogether that she'd survive the falls and just kept praying that her sweet innocence would survive all they underwent.

He prayed the first time it seemed that they weren't getting out of the mission alive. He didn't pray for himself. God knew he deserved to be caught, to be punished, and to be killed, but he prayed for the others around him. Nate had been hurt so much; he didn't want to see the older man lose for which he felt he had to live. Like Nate, Sophie had been hurt too much; he didn't want to see her beauty ever be tarnished again. Alec and Parker still somehow held on to some innocence, making him want to protect them even more than Nate and Sophie. He'd gladly die to keep them alive or even just their innocence intact.

He prayed when they ran from multiple governments, an army, and sweeping other numbers that seemed impossible to beat. Again, it wasn't himself for whom he prayed. He prayed for his friends, for the team and family they had become. And then he realized, one day when Nate was downed, Sophie tied up, Parker almost crushed, and Hardison defenseless . . . He realized it wasn't them for whom he'd been praying all this time.

He'd been praying for himself. He didn't want to lose a single member of his team. He didn't want any of them to be hurt, because he hurt when they hurt. He'd rather be shot a thousand times over than watch any of the four being hurt again. He'd come to love them each in their own way and for their own reasons.

He needed every one of them. They made something deep inside of him come to life again. They made him want to pray, want to be a better man, want to be good again. They made him want to live.

The President he was facing suddenly paused when a grin sparked over Eliot's wry face. The man was covered in blood, both his arms broken and his feet chained. He was surrounded by the President's men. There was no way he could escape. He was as good as dead already.

But the President didn't know Eliot Spencer. He didn't know what made him tick or what makes a man who's lost everything suddenly decide to fight and live and love again. He didn't know the force with which he reckoned wasn't merely the force of one man. It was the force of love. Eliot laughed as he overthrew the President with apparent ease.

Then he faced his guards, his eyes and smile becoming hard again. He gestured to them with his fingers to come at them, and as they came, he fought. He fought harder, braver, and better than ever before. He fought with the strength, courage, and cunning of a man who'd just gone from having nothing to lose to having everything to lose or gain, depending on rather or not he reached his opponents' other prisoners in time. He fought better than he ever had before, knowing, believing, and trusting in God that he would win and all the while praying that his time with his team, his family and friends, will never end.