MONDAY: Outsider Point of View

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Hi! I'm darkhavens and I'll be your Guest Host this week.

First theme of the week is Third Person Limited Point of View* Outsider Point of View. That means that writers will be writing from the POV of someone who is not one of the primary characters/pairing.

Prompters may include the desired POV character, or leave the choice up to the writer.

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

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

DCU (Justice League), Batman/Flash, discovery (POV author's choice of JL characters)
Stargate Atlantis/Eureka, John/Rodney, Rodney and Nathan Stark share a history (POV Jack Carter)

Please remember not to post more than 5 prompts in a row and more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one or more of your prompts are answered, you can prompt again later in the day.

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

*Edited because composing a post after being awake for 24 hours is always a bad idea. I knew what I meant to say... ;)

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DCU (Justice League), Batman/Flash, discovery (POV author's choice of JL characters)

[(Anonymous)]

Superman hated that Flash and Batman were together. It's not like he didn't support homosexual couples, it's just he didn't want to see Bruce get hurt. Now, most worry about Flash getting hurt but what they don't know is Bruce has had his heart broken into bits and piece. I don't think he's ever put it back together. I am scared Flash will get bored and move on, leaving Bruce gathering his heart in the dust. As I look at Bruce sitting with Wally at the lunch table, two tables from mine, and see Wally reach out and grip Bruce's hand, I know I don't have to worry anymore

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Stargate Atlantis/Eureka, John/Rodney, Rodney and Nathan Stark share a history (POV Jack Carter)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Futurama, Bender/Fry, Leela knows they're a couple, Leela's POV

Closeted Robos

[pleonasm]

The thing about Bender and Fry trying to fake something is that they don't realize how stupid they actually are. It takes ten minutes for Leela to see through their facade, and that's an hour before she catches them in the broom closet, flailing about like the idiots she knows they are.

"We're sweeping!" Bender says, flailing his arms.

"In the closet!" Fry adds quickly, his voice high.

She slams the door on them. After a moment, Fry sighs.

"I think she bought it," he says.

"When you're finished sweeping the closet," Leela growls from outside the door, "clean the ship. There's still giant mosquitos squished on the windshield from our trip to RV-7, the vacation planet."

She stalks off, sighing to herself. She'd known the moment they walked in this morning, partly because of the way they forgot to let go of each other's hands when the door opened, and partly because this had been coming for a long time. There is no other way it could have gone. Besides, being robosexual is a little more acceptable now than it was in the 2950s, and they almost never arrest anyone for it anymore.

Of course, that doesn't mean she won't take advantage of them for a while. Maybe they'll actually do a decent job cleaning the ship if they think she'll tell their co-workers what exactly they were doing in the broom closet.

That is, she thinks, as she hears the noises begin again behind her, if she can get them out of the closet in the first place.

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Logan/Alec, hiding in plain sight (Joshua's POV :P)

[ctrokj.livejournal.com]

Sam looked over at Dean and he just knew. He knew that after everything that had happened to them in all their years living that Dean was finally happy. Dean smiled more when he thought that Sam wasn’t looking. There was a light in his eyes that only showed when he was looking at Castiel.

Dean caught Sam looking at him and looked back. “Do I have something on my face Sammy?”

Sam was surprised that Dean had caught him looking. “No Dean. Why would you think that?”

“Because you’re looking at me like I have a dick drawn on my face. Did you do something to me while I was sleeping?” Sam watched as Dean walked over to the mirror and started to stare at his face looking for what had Sam looking at him.

Sam just shook his head to try and clear the image of Dean with that drawn on his face before the smile could start to spread across his face. “No Dean, I didn’t do anything to you while you were sleeping.” He turned towards the door and started to walk out of the room. “Have you heard from Cas lately?”

Dean had been coming out of the bathroom when Sam asked him that question. He paused and looked off into some far off place that only he could see. His cocky-smile started to form on his face.

That was all that Sam needed to see. He knew and he was happy for his big brother.

[darkmagic-luvr.livejournal.com]

Supernatural/Firefly, Sam/River, engagement (pov from either Dean or Simon, either overprotective brother works)

Two For One Special

[daria234.livejournal.com]

They still ask for objections at wedding ceremonies, don't they? Speak now or forever watch your little sibling walk away with someone else?

This was Simon's first thought when he heard of their engagement. But he swallowed his questions and smiled and offered to help with the planning.

He thought briefly about injecting Sam with a sedative, tying him up in the infirmary, and interrogating him. If River were about to be burned at the stake, would you hold on or would you let go? If River's mind broke, what would you do to give her a chance to heal? Can you really love and understand both River-the-warrior and River-the-child? River the wise woman who can look the most vicious reality in the eye without flinching, and River the girl who needs to be held after a nightmare? Can you ever love River like I do?

But Simon managed to push these thoughts aside, at least for the time being. After all, River deserved her happiness. And Sam seemed... all right, Simon supposed. Kind of tall, but otherwise ... all right. And besides, if Simon interfered too much, there was always the chance that River might kick his ass.

So Simon would do his best to act happy that he was about have a brother-in-law. For now, anyway.

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They still ask for objections at wedding ceremonies, don't they? Speak now or forever watch your little sibling walk away with someone else?

This was Dean's first thought when he heard of their engagement. But he swallowed his questions and smiled and offered to help with wedding security.

Some part of him just wanted to tie Sammy up and beat some sense into him. Wanted to ask "What do you really know about this girl Sammy? Don't you think she looks a little bit FREAKY when she smiles after a massacre? And would she sell her soul for you Sammy? Would she go to hell for you Sammy? Would she ignore it when the person she looked up most said to kill you if you ever went evil? Would she let the WORLD go to hell rather than killing you Sammy?"

But Dean managed to push these thoughts aside, at least for the time being. After all, Sammy deserved his happiness. And River seemed like she could handle the crap that would inevitably fly their way. And she did have a rockin body. And besides, if Dean interfered too much, there was always the chance that River might kick his ass.

So Dean would do his best to act happy that he was about have a sister-in-law. For now, anyway.

[devilishyaya.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker/Eliot, a normal day with the team (Nate's POV)

[aramuin.livejournal.com]

There are times when Nathan wonders if they're ever going to tell him. They aren't nearly blatant enough to be showing off or trying to rub his face in it. In the grey pre-dawn hours, with whiskey souring in his gut and only the empty skyline, he broods over it; drives himself half-mad chewing over everything they said and did and looking for the implicit 'Fuck you, Nate'.

When he's thinking rationally, he knows he's being irrational. It only takes one look to know that the relationship (and it's been six months, this is definitely a Relationship) has nothing to do with anything or anyone but the three people involved.

It still takes him by surprise when he drops back to the office an hour before anyone else should be there and finds Hardison chatting to Parker about their shared past in the system, Eliot sprawled out and over them both.

Their new job is picking up speed and Nate's pushing everyone hard. He pretends not to notice the way Eliot keeps Hardison's cup full of coffee when Nate asks him for another miracle. It's harder to ignore Parker who will bodily drag Hardison out of his chair once she feels he's been working long enough.

Hardison's been buying stock in a horse ranch in Texas, using money from his and Parker's accounts. Nate almost didn't catch it. But he knows the look in Eliot's eyes every time he sees a horse and rider ambling down a country road while the team whiz past on their way to a confrontation with their client's bank manager.

Parker's getting better about people - even goes out to bars and clubs with the team to celebrate. Nate carefully doesn't notice the way her boys fuss and polish her before going out. (He especially doesn't notice the blissed out smile when she comes out of the bathroom or the way Hardison and Eliot are wearing fresh pants.)

It strikes him then, propping up the bar and looking across at where the trio are bent over the jukebox, that maybe they're waiting for him to admit he knows. They're con-artists after all and Nate leads this team because they expect him to see through any bullshit they pull.

It's been months and Nathan has steadilly been running out of objections. The team hasn't suffered: no-one's screwed up: no-one's screwed on office furniture (he hopes, he hopes): Hardison's getting better about getting things perfect: Eliot's less tense, more relaxed: Parker smiles nearly daily now and Nate has to admit that they're happy.

It seems the least he can do to be happy for them.

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, incompetence (Dragon POV)

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, while the walls come tumbling down (POV of angel/demon/Lucifer)

Anna/Cas, Dean/Cas

[daria234.livejournal.com]

It is when you start to see individuals that the walls begin to crumble, Anna knew. It's when you favor one over another, when you think that your love for one should mean an exception to the rules.

The day before Anna came to earth, she asked Cas for help. To try to be like humans, just for a moment. To better understand their situation, to expand their compassion for their charges, Anna had told him.

Cas went along. He had trouble disobeying authority at the time, and Anna was authority then. But it wasn't very good, Anna knew.

It _felt_ good. It felt really good. But there was a certain emptiness in the act, the knowledge that it was just an imitation.

The next day, Anna decided she wanted the real thing. But even though she was separated from the others, she could still hear them sometimes. And though she should have heard them all equally, she always heard Cas' the most. No matter where she was, he seemed closest. They were connected, individual to individual, and not just as fellows in arms.

It was wrong for her to think of Cas as an individual instead of a soldier. But she was human now, and it didn't bother her so much to be wrong. Even when she regained her power, that human side stayed with her, allowed her to sense what was going on in Cas' head. Better than the others could sense Cas, maybe even better than Cas knew herself.

She was disappointed to be dragged away, to be tortured for information about dissenters. But amid the pain and the dark, at the back of her mind, she could sense Cas.

She could sense how much Cas had changed. How much he was thinking about Dean when he should have been thinking about winning. How even when he was watching Sam or Bobby or Chuck, Cas was thinking of them as individuals, and not just in terms of their functions.

She could even sense that seed of desire, the curiosity Cas had about Dean. And more importantly, about himself. Anna could feel - both in her body and her mind - Cas' longing, his wonder at the long-forgotten lines and textures of humanity. Cas' sense of discovery when looking at the conflicts flitting across Dean's eyes, his protectiveness when watching Dean sleep, his shock when Dean dared to flirt with him. And in those unusual unguarded moments, when Dean would look at Cas with eyes full of hope, as if Cas were still saving him from something, as if Cas would finally be the one to show Dean why he was worthy of love, Cas felt a pull so strong it nearly broke him.

And Anna could feel it all. How Cas could see Dean change. How he made Cas want to change.

That's what's dangerous about individuals, Anna knew. There's always some little chance that they can change into something completely different.

As they finally decided to end Anna, she tried to make her last moments of experience as full as possible. She searched her mind for the presence of Cas, to feel the strange and wondrous and unsettling things Cas was finding in himself. She remembered that feeling, standing on the precipice while the walls come tumbling down around you. She remembered what it was like to be the unchanging being who was about to change. And in the moment before she shattered into nonexistence, she confounded her executioners by giving a small but gratified smile.

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Farscape, author's choice, comfort (Moya's POV)

[atomic89.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Simon/Kaylee, aftermath (POV Zoe)

Lots of Zoe - hope that's ok

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MAJOR SPOILERS for big-dam-movie



For months after, Zoe was barely there. She tried to keep busy, often checking and re-checking the various corners of the ship so often that even Mal said she fretted too much.

They all tried to be nice. To lend their sympathetic ears. Jayne had even tried to make her tea. But everything was a dull, gray blur. Shapes, colors, smells - all dulled. She didn't feel much of anything, these days.

But watching Simon and Kaylee stirred something still. Maybe it was memories, things that were too painful to think about unless projected onto some other couple. Or maybe it was hope that life really would carry on. But when Zoe saw the two young lovers give each other lusty smiles over the table in the mess hall, or saw Simon's gentle brush of hand on Kaylee's back when he walked by her, Zoe actually felt something.

She felt happy for them.

New love reminded her what it felt like to be happy.

Zoe knew what was in store for them. Great sex, but occasionally mediocre sex. Love and resentment and fights and making up. A few big moments of overwhelming emotion, and a million little moments of blissful disharmony.

Kaylee tried often keep Zoe company, and the doctor politely asked how she was doing. She recognized these acts as gestures of kindness, but they did nothing for her. But then Zoe told them that she knew they were together, that they didn't need to hide their happiness for Zoe's sake, and she assured Simon and Kaylee that it didn't hurt her to be reminded of love, or at least that the hurt was outweighed by the joy.

And then Simon and Kaylee became free around Zoe, much freer than around the Captain. In the mess hall, Zoe would watch Simon's finger lift a bit of spilled food on Kaylee's chin and bring it to her lips to lick clean. Zoe would watch Kaylee casually run her fingers through Simon's hair as she walked by, pulling a little at the bottom to give Simon a start. And Zoe would linger sometimes in the doorway of the infirmary, to watch Kaylee lay kisses along Simon's surprisingly broad shoulders, her red hair brushing his body as she moved down his torso, his eyes fluttering with pleasure. They noticed her watching, of course, but they never said anything. They seemed to just accept her gaze as part of their blooming relationship, never demanding to know why she stared, why her eyes sometimes watered, why she looked so lost.

At night, when Zoe was in her bunk, she couldn't see them. But she could always hear the sounds of their love. It didn't sound anything like her and Wash, but it was unmistakably the sound of love. As Zoe listened, she imagined bodies gliding against each other, hair and lips and shoulders and fingertips and tangled legs and nethers. She didn't dare put a face to these bodies, but she imagined them nonetheless. She would allow her hand to caress her own body, willing herself to ignore the memories her hands were imitating. She moved her hands downward, shutting her eyes tightly as if she could force her psyche to do this again, to bring feeling back to her body, to find the right balance of remembering and not-remembering that would bring pleasure back into her life. She did not succeed the first time she tried, but eventually she did. After a few nights, Zoe felt that surge of feeling and release that had been gone for months, returning to her finally, as she listened to the music-like score of New Love from three rooms down.

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Marvel (C&DP), Cable/Deadpool, he watches his prey with the Messiah (Bulleye's POV)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Fairy Tales, Snow White/Evil Queen, supposedly they were enemies (dwarves or Prince's or woodsman's or mirror's POV)

[the-gabih.livejournal.com]

To those they allowed close enough to see, they were enemies. To the others, they were a devoted stepmother and stepdaughter, perhaps a little tetchy with each other at times though- at least, until the Queen was found out.

But an interesting part of being what people normally consider an inanimate object is that even if you aren't, they're usually willing to ignore that fact when it suits them.

I will say little but for this- there was a reason the Queen was kept alive and in the castle, and it wasn't entirely based on mercy.

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Steve/Tony, "With you guys around, it's kind of like having two dads -- er, father figures." (Peter POV)

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Heroes, any Petrelli/any Petrelli, author's choice (Sylar's POV)

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SGA, John/Ronon, discovery (POV any SGA character)

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

Marie hadn’t even meant to watch in their direction but she did and because the curtain hadn’t been drawn all the way she could see Colonel Sheppard leaning down, his lips pressed to Ronon’s in a deep kiss with Ronon’s hand tightly holding on to Colonel Sheppard’s shirt.
Marie smiled. She had known they were close, who didn’t? After all Ronon followed Colonel Sheppard around like a shadow but she hadn’t thought...oh what did it matter what she had thought? She looked at the paperwork down on the desk, pulled up Ronon’s file and crawled her name onto the bottom, before she cleared her throat. She could hear clothes rustling and knew they had hastily pulled apart because they feared discovery.
Marie opened the curtain and said to Colonel Sheppard:
“I know that no one likes to be stuck in the infirmary. If you could stay with Ronon for the night I could release him.” She sounded very professional and not at all like she was trying to do them a favour.
Ronon and Colonel Sheppard exchanged a look, she and everyone else had seen this happening thousands of times but for the first time she saw just how easily they communicated. She had known couples who had been married as long as Colonel Sheppard was old and had never reached this level of comfort with each other. A level Colonel Sheppard and Ronon had reached maybe a year after Ronon had come to Atlantis, maybe even less than that.
“Sounds good.” Ronon answered and began to get up. Marie gave him a stern look:
“No exercise for the next two days.”
“I’m fine.”
“You will be fine in a few days.” She turned to Colonel Sheppard, who replied: “I’ll make sure of it.”
“Good.” She turned to go: “Good night.” And eased her stern look with a small smile. Carson would probably raise a small hell over it but he knew Ronon and Colonel Sheppard and she knew it would be okay in the end.
“Night.” Colonel Sheppard called before he left the infirmary with Ronon while Marie went back to her paperwork.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, "I'd pictured them together lots of times, but never quite like that" (Abby's POV)

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{Not quite third person, but rather first person but hope you like}

I suppose it was there all along, but honestly, it wasn't until I saw Tony start to get depressed when Gibbs stopped whacking him on the back of the head that I put the pieces together. Okay, so we all figured that it was some weird bonding ritual but how did we miss that he never did it with anyone else? We are, like, the worst detectives ever.

Yeah, sure, we can tell you who killed any dead seamen that you want to throw at us but the fact that two of the team are acting all bunny-like, we completely missed. Well, Ducky probably didn't but he's got these super sekrit Ducky powers of observations that even Eagles are envious of. Plus he probably wouldn't tell us anyway. I can just hear him, "Now Abigail, you know as well as I do that don't ask, don't tell was invented for a reason." Then he'd launch into an extra long story about something in college to divert me.

But seriously, whoever thought that that was a valid reason for stopping the lift? Well, okay, I suppose, if the alternative is the bathroom with all it's million of little germs, the lift is a better venue and everyone is used to Gibbs' little conversations. You know, I think that's the reason that NCIS agents are so fit - well, besides the running after suspects and all that - Gibbs and that little stop button.

And I suppose that neither of them actually meant to hit the button in their 'moment of passion' but... innocent eyes here! Okay, not totally innocent but it was Gibbs and Tony, I don't need to know what they get up to in their skivvies, even if they were very, very hot together.

Ya know what, I'm glad that it happened. Not the falling out of the lift almost naked but the getting together. They deserve to be happy and well, they do look good together. But if either of them hurt the other they're going to have me to answer to!

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/Kyouya, she is shrewd -- she sees what lies between the lines (Haruhi POV)

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

`RPS, Jared/Jensen, “At this rate they should just move to Castro street and adopt a dog together” (POV fellow cast member, fellow CW series member or even a fan)

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"See the thing is, subtext doesn't work if it's plain old text," Eric complained, "The whole arc of the show is about all the problems that arise because they love each other TOO much for their own good."

"It's one big epic romance," Sera agreed.

"But those two are totally stealing my thunder with the way they act. They could at least hold back in front of the fans. I mean living together? And expensive gifts? And "jokingly" pretending to hump each other? At this rate they should just move to Castro street and adopt a dog together."

"I agree. The more they act like an old married couple, the harder it is to sell the onscreen UST" Sera replied.

"The what now?"

"Unresolved -"

"Hey guys!" Jared yelled as he cheerfully bounced into the writer's room. "Guess what Jen and I got?!"

Sera and Eric both gave each other a look as Jensen soon followed, cuddling in his arms a brown Labrador puppy.

"It's adorable," Sera said, trying to be supportive.

Eric just said, "I need an aspirin."

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Nate/Eliot, Sophie (from Parker or Hardison's POV)

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Parker wrinkles her nose and shoots a glance at Hardison. But he just shrugs, so.

Nate and Eliot are doing that thing where they're looking at each other again. Not just looking. Looking. (She's not so stupid that she doesn't know what love is, what lust is, and they're so chocking full of both she's tempted to lock them in an office just to see how long it takes them to give in.)

And Sophie's doing that thing where she's pretending not to notice. Pretending not to care. Which is a lie. A pretty bad lie, for someone who's such a good con artist. Her forehead frowns and her lips get thin and her shoulders get tense. Her voice gets all tight, too, so that even Parker can see it as plain as day.

But Nate and Eliot never seem to notice, and maybe that's enough.

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Terminator:SCC, Derek/John, father figure (Charlie or Cameron's POV)

[smaragdbird.livejournal.com]

When he was first introduced to Derek Reese, Charlie thought that he would become a father figure for John. Thanks to the time travel Charlie had missed that chance but Derek was John's uncle whether he knew or not but John knew and it was only natural that he would look up to Derek.
Only, Charlie couldn't put his finger on it but there was something off about the relationship between John and Derek. Not Derek's protectiveness of John but in the way their touches seemed to linger just a fraction too long and the looks they excahnged were a bit too heated sometimes to be the looks of a nephew and an uncle.
Charlie never said anything to Sarah, though. He had been taught to recognize the signs of abuse but he saw none of them here. And he could be wrong in general, Derek was from the future after all, who knew how they did things there.

[hunters-retreat.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, sharing a bed over the years (Bobby's POV)

my third person is in first person. do I fail?

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Now. I don't like to be one to spread rumors. Person like that don't get too far in the circles we run in, y'know? One thing y'gotta know in this trade is how to keep a secret. And that's the thing with those boys, just like their daddy, they know how to keep things on the down low. Good on them. Makes 'em better hunters. Best in the business right now, if you ask me.

It's just that you gotta wonder, you know what I mean? Sharing a bed over the years when the cash flow's short, sleepin' in the car, day in and day out together. So much time on the road. It'd make a man awful lonely, but they never seem lonely to me. Always focused. Sometimes dumber than pikes, but always focused.

Isn't that what they say about guys in the military? Like, what was the name of it, Sparta?

Now I'm not judgin' either. Lord knows I've done enough in my time that I'm ashamed of to be judging someone else on what they do to keep their eye on the ball. Ahem. To, uh, coin a phrase.

All I'm saying is, I wonder. Don't you ever wonder?

[the-gabih.livejournal.com]

Death Note, L/innocent!Light, Light has a beauty spot (Taskforce/Watari/Rem POV)

[otempora42.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Barney/Robin, bathroom stall (author's choice of POV)

[dinozzo111.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Dom!Gibbs/sub!DiNozzo, first sight (Abby's POV)

[jayfray18.livejournal.com]

You know just which buttons to push don't you?!?

Will get on to it when I get home, don't think my Boss would appreciate me writing this at work :P