Tuesday: Reversed Roles
Feb. 18th, 2014 11:11 amHey, guys! I'm
dreamsofspike and this is the first time I've done this, so I hope I get it right! :)
Today's theme is "Reversed Roles".
This could mean either body-switching, or switching places, two people pretending to be each other, or maybe just two people playing different roles with each other than what is their usual relationship dynamic. Anything you can think of that fits the idea, get creative! :)
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
Here are some examples to get the ball rolling! :)
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Dean... why are my wings on your back?"
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Monroe is the Grimm who's been working in Portland for years; Nick is a blutbad who just figured out what he is
White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal poses as FBI agent Peter Burke for a case, and Peter as his CI
Not feeling any of today's prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone's day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ's advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
Have fun!! :)
Today's theme is "Reversed Roles".
This could mean either body-switching, or switching places, two people pretending to be each other, or maybe just two people playing different roles with each other than what is their usual relationship dynamic. Anything you can think of that fits the idea, get creative! :)
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
Here are some examples to get the ball rolling! :)
Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, "Dean... why are my wings on your back?"
Grimm, Nick/Monroe, Monroe is the Grimm who's been working in Portland for years; Nick is a blutbad who just figured out what he is
White Collar, Peter/Neal, Neal poses as FBI agent Peter Burke for a case, and Peter as his CI
Not feeling any of today's prompts? Visit the lonely prompt archive and brighten someone's day. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ's advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
Have fun!! :)
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Date: 2014-02-18 05:31 pm (UTC)Fill: Who Watches the Watchmen
Date: 2014-02-20 01:57 pm (UTC)John Casey isn't trying to be a hero.
He had his shot at that when he was younger. He served his country, got a few medals, and called it a day. Went home and married his girl...
And maybe there's something to the things she used to yell at him while their marriage was in its 'crash and burn'. Maybe Casey would have been better off if he hadn't left the military - or if he'd followed up his service with some sort of government agency.
The truth is, Casey had loved Kathleen. No way would he have let her raise their baby girl all by herself. And Alex is the apple of his eye. He'd wanted to be with them. He just can't help that there's some part of him that craves a fight, even when he's happy and his family is safe and that's all that should really matter to him.
Casey was an excellent cop - and a terrible one. He made detective as fast as he did, in part, because no one wanted to be the supervising officer who would later have to explain away the collateral damage that came with his success. As a detective, Casey was much more accountable for his own actions - and reactions - and therefore his reluctance to sacrifice results for the sake of politics helped his career just like it had helped his marriage.
To an early grave.
So no, Casey isn't trying to be a hero. He's trying to keep his head down. To eke out an existence that keeps his private security consultation business afloat just long enough to help Alex pay her way through college.
Thing is, since the CIA invaded his life, playing hero hasn't really been an option.
It's been the only option.
What else is he supposed to do? Sit back and watch a couple of batshit crazy spooks get their pretty little heads blown off trying to protect his grumpy ass?
"You! Casey! I- What-"
"Real articulate, Bartowski," Casey says to Hotshot # 1, as the kid joins him (finally) on the roof. "They teach you how to talk in spy school?"
"Chuck" is tall, friendly (it's kind of creepy how friendly, considering how much the kid enjoys a good bloodbath), and sort of stupidly handsome. If he ever so much as introduces himself to Casey's daughter, Casey has a standing plan to break both his legs. No way is he letting his little girl fall for a spy. Especially one who seems bound and determined to get himself killed for Casey.
"You-"
"Solved the problem," Casey says, folding his arms. The flaming remains of Petrovich's helo burn bright behind him. The man himself lies, moaning, somewhat closer to the wreckage. "Yeah. I noticed."
"I'm here to do that!" Chuck yells, pulling out his sidearm just long enough to wave it at Casey, as if to say he's got it for a reason.
Casey can't help but smirk.
"You should have let us handle it, John."
That would be Hotshot # 2.
"Sarah" is what Casey figures you'd get if you built handlers out of pictures from magazines. She comes up on the roof from behind Chuck with her long, blonde hair blowing in the wind, an issue of Sports Illustrated crossed with a volume of Knife Fight Weekly.
She looks pissed.
"So I did your jobs. Again. Thank me, Walker. Arrest him. We can go out for pancakes," Casey suggests. The sun is just fixing to rise over the Los Angeles skyline.
It's been a long time since Casey's considered himself a "hero", but not so long that he's forgotten how they operate. Give 'em something worthwhile to do, and a little comfort at the end of an op - something to get their adrenaline pumping from time to time (looks like Casey's pumped up plenty of adrenaline in these two, running off on them like he did) and they're basically content.
If Casey can keep his that way maybe they'll all survive long enough for the government to get the little picture projector they call "the Intersect" out of Casey's head.
"Oh, we are not done talking about this, mister!" Chuck says.
Petrovich shrieks when Walker twists his arm up behind his back. "But pancakes sound good," she concedes.
Casey smirks again.
"Ooh. Maybe we can eat at the diner where your-"
"Both legs, Bartowski. I don't care what kind of ninja moves you pull on me. I'll find a way."
"IHOP it is then."
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Date: 2014-02-18 05:33 pm (UTC)(Kind of a)Mini Fill: "Aftermath"
Date: 2014-07-27 04:46 pm (UTC)Eliot scowled at Hardison, glancing around to make sure Parker wasn't anywhere in hearing range. "People look at me, meet my eyes, they see detrmination. They meet Parker's eyes, what do they see?"
Hardison blinked, considering. "Uh..."
"They see crazy, that's what they see, and crazy people are unpredictable. You can't even begin to guess what they're going to do. Crazy people are scary, Hardison."
"Parker ain't scary." Even as he scoffed, Hardison looked around, too, making sure Parker wasn't around.
"Uh, huh," Eliot said, nodding. "You get it now, don't yo - oof!" He staggered under Parker's weight as she landed on his back, not quite sending him to the ground.
"Get what?" she asked.
"Get supper," Hardison said smoothly, as Eliot grabbed Parker's thighs, hefting her up on his back a little higher. The look he gave Hardison this time was relieved. Or something close to it. "Eliot's gonna get supper."
"Oh, good! Because playing you is hard work," Parker told him, wrapping her arms around Eliot's neck. She cocked her head at Hardison. "Did you notice everyone was more scared of me than they usually are of Eliot?"
"Naw, baby, I mean, were they? You're just a natural talent, then."
Parker dug her chin into Eliot's shoulder. "Either that, or they're scared of crazy people. What do you think?" Before they could start chattering out responses, Parker giggled. "We have to switch places again some time!" Scrambling off of Eliot's back, she darted ahead. "Come on, I'm hungry! I'm ready to eat!"
"Ow!" Hardison shouted, rubbing his arm from where Eliot had punched it. "What's that for?"
"Ear pieces, you idiot. Hope she doesn't boobytrap the bedroom."
"Oh, hell no!"
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Date: 2014-02-18 05:39 pm (UTC)Fill 1/3 (Chuck, Chuck/Bryce)
Date: 2014-02-19 12:29 pm (UTC)He's tied to a chair. There are men waving guns at him, speaking in a language he can't understand and calling him 'Agent Larkin.' Chuck can see a reflection in the cracked mirror hanging on the dingy 'no tell' motel room wall behind one of his captors, only it isn't his reflection that he sees. Chuck has swapped bodies with his one-time friend and secret crush (and current nemesis) Bryce Larkin.
This tells Chuck exactly three things:
He isn't in Burbank, California, anymore; Bryce isn't really an account...
And Chuck is going to die.
Chuck especially knows that last thing.
Except he doesn't die. He is, apparently, so very not Bryce Larkin - even wearing Bryce's actual face - that the bad guys look almost embarrassed as they let him go. (Chuck blames the begging and the somewhat girlish screams.)
They let Chuck go and then hang around outside his motel room, "watching his movements", or whatever, but Chuck hardly even cares about that.
He's too busy freaking out because he's swapped bodies with Bryce Larkin. And then he's busy scouring the motel room, like he's back at Stanford in the middle of a game of foam darts in the library, looking for Bryce's secret stash. And then he's busy freaking out again because he's just found Bryce's glock, his passports (plural), and a lot of knives.
Chuck has seen enough Quantum Leap to know that these things generally happen because he has a job to do. Some mission to complete, as Bryce, that is important to either him or Bryce or the both of them (maybe even the world). But what kind of job could Chuck possibly complete that requires guns, knives, and Bryce's face?
Chuck decides to do the only thing he's really equipt to do, under the circumstances.
Go home.
He uses the cash he finds in Bryce's wallet, and the least shady-looking passport, to book a train ride to a more touristy part of Europe, and doesn't stop moving until he thinks he's lost the guys who tied him to the chair he woke up in.
Then he makes a collect call to the apartment in Echo Park - twice - before he realizes that he can explain his situation to neither his sister nor her boyfriend with a stranger's voice. Couldn't - even if they accepted the charges.
Before he leaves the payphone, however, Chuck gets a call himself.
Bryce doesn't wait for Chuck to say anything. As soon as he lifts the receiver off of its hook, Chuck hears his own voice over the tinny connection of the phone line, saying, "Who are you and how did you get this number?"
He's never heard himself sound so dangerous.
In fact, Chuck is mostly silent after he hears - presumably - Bryce speak because he's impressed that ten words can threaten so explicitly without the use of any variation on the words 'murder', 'unrecognizable' or 'entire family.'
Not that Chuck has time to get wordy, because next another group of bad guys is showing up on the scene - shouting at Chuck (or, technically, Bryce) in another unfamiliar language, and the phone receiver gets shot right out of Chuck's hand.
So that's how Chuck ends up making the transatlantic trip home dependent solely upon his own resources and what Bryce had on him when Chuck got his body. All in all, the body swap turns out to be the least exciting element of the whole ordeal.
At least, if you define "exciting" by the number of car crashes, assassination attempts, and explosions Chuck gets caught up in on the way back to America.
Being literally inside of Bryce's body is an "exciting" of a very different kind.
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Date: 2014-02-18 09:37 pm (UTC)Phil Coulson, Executive Assistant (http://archiveofourown.org/works/1205464), Gen, G
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âHowâd she take it?â Tony asks as Phil steps into the workshop. Phil gives him a tired, withering look, and Tony goes back to the engine without a word. Phil counts down backwards from five and reminds himself that his job is great and anyways he doesnât like writing cover letters.
While flipping through emails on his tablet and trying not to spill the espresso shot heâs holding in one hand, he says, âYour flight was scheduled to leave thirty minutes ago. I need to go over some things with you before we get you in the car.â
âWhy are you trying to hustle me out of here?â
âBecause there are some very important people waiting for you on the other side of the planet.â
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