Wednesday: Halfway There Already

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Hello, I'm benebu and I'm your host for this week. Today's theme is Episode Title. Pick a TV show or a favorite anime, look up titles and prompt away!

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...
+ Discworld, Vimes, Doom With a View [Murder, She Wrote]
+ Harry Potter, Percy + any, He's Not Guilty, He's My Brother [NYPD Blue]
+ Hikaru no Go, Tsutsui(/Kaga), Owner of a Broken Heart [ER]

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[benebu.livejournal.com]

Discworld, Vimes, Doom With a View [Murder, She Wrote]

[benebu.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Percy + any, He's Not Guilty, He's My Brother [NYPD Blue]

[benebu.livejournal.com]

Hikaru no Go, Tsutsui(/Kaga), Owner of a Broken Heart [ER]

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker/Eliot/Hardison, The One Where Everyone Finds Out [Friends]

[daria234.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Nate says, looking Eliot right in the eyes, squinting with disapproval.

"Hey, what was that?" Hardison said, "Why are you focusing on him?"

"Nate thinks you and I are like kids," Parker said to Hardison, "He thinks of Eliot as the responsible adult." She seemed to find the idea ridiculous, but Hardison seemed offended.

"I think it's great," Sophie said, "I hope the three of you are really happy."

"This sounds like a very complicated arrangement. I just want to make sure you three understand that this will not be a walk in the park," Nate said.

"We have threesome all the time," Sophie said to him, "And some of them stick around for quite a while."

"Really?" Parker said, as she, Hardison, and Eliot were suddenly listening quite intently.

Nate cleared his throat. "I didn't mean because there are three of them, I meant, you know."

"You meant what?" Eliot said, testy.

"He's worried that we don't know how to do relationships," Parker said, "Because I've never been in one."

Nate's silence was his concession.

"But people who have been in lots of relationships seem to still suck at them, so stop worrying," Parker said.

"Fair enough," Nate muttered, and Sophie grinned.

"Well, then, we're both happy for you all," Sophie said. "Now that that's settled, let's hear details. When did it start? Are you going to move in together? Who's usually in the middle - or do you do exotic things like hang from the ceiling?"

"We're not telling you that!" Eliot said.

"I'll tell you later," Parker said.

"We never should have told anyone," Hardison grumbled.

"No, this is good. Sharing is good," Nate said. He didn't really sound like he meant it.

"Okay, then, this calls for a celebration," Sophie said, undeterred. "Any excuse to break out the champagne, right?"

"Right," Parker said.

The others just looked at one another and shrugged. It sounded like a pretty good idea.

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Firefly, ensemble/pairing of choice, Season 7 Time for a Wedding [Supernatural]

[canonisrelative.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Sam/Dean+Baby, Out Of Gas [Firefly]

[imera.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, The Kissing Bandit [Murdoch Mysteries]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Any, any, The One With All the Wedding Dresses [Friends]

FILL: MCU, Steve & Natasha, The One With All the Wedding Dresses

[tattooeddevil.livejournal.com]

Hope you like! :)

"Steve, you have to help me."

Natasha was panting, her eyes wide and shocked, and she'd never looked more scared in all the time he knew her. Panic immediately rose in his gut, muscles tensing to jump into action if needed, his eyes scanning the hallway for possible enemies.

"What's going on?"

But Natasha pushed past him, into his apartment. "Not here. Inside."

Steve quickly shut the door and locked it. He closed the deadbolt just to be sure and was about to do a sweep of the apartment to make sure all possible entrances and weak spots were covered, when Natasha let out a long groan.

He was by her side in a second. "What is it? Are you hurt? Sick? Do I need to--"

"It's all Clint's fault."

The mention of their teammate - and Natasha's fiancée - confused Steve enough to shut him up. "What?"

Natasha flung herself onto his couch dramatically and, in lieu of an answer, groaned again. She sprawled across his couch and threw an arm over her eyes with a deep sigh. "Dresses. Fucking dresses."

Steve was almost sure he couldn't be more lost. The panic started to ebb away, leaving confusion in its wake. "Dresses? What does Clint want with dresses?"

"He wants me to wear them!"

Natasha sounded more than a little freaked out when she practically yelled it in Steve's face, and finally something started to dawn on him. "Clint wants you to wear a wedding dress."

Natasha groaned again. "Ugh, yes. And he talked to Tony and of course Tony talked to Pepper, and I have been stuck in Pepper's office for the last three hours looking at wedding dresses!"

Steve bit down on the chuckle that wanted to escape him, Natasha would certainly have killed him if he laughed at her, and instead headed for the kitchen to grab the bottle of emergency whiskey he kept around. He didn't bother with a glass and simply handed the bottle to Natasha.

She swung her legs off the couch and sat up slowly, scowling as she did. "Thanks. I hate my fiancée."

This time, Steve did laugh. "No you don't. You hate dresses."

Natasha held up the bottle in a mock salute. "Amen to that."

She took a long pull from the bottle and swallowed it with a grimace. "What is he thinking? Does he really think I want to wear a wedding dress? They're big and floofy and puffy and--"

She ran out of steam with a deep sigh and took another swig.

"I'm wearing a dress, aren't I?"

Steve smirked and took the bottle from Natasha to take a drink himself. "Look at it like this. You wear a wedding dress now, Clint won't have a leg to stand on next time you want him to do something."

Natasha lifted one eye brow in fascination. "Devious, I like it. Didn't think you had it in you, Rogers."

Steve blushed and handed the bottle back to Natasha. "How do you think I get Bucky to do things?"

Natasha's other eye brow rose to join the first. "Cross-dressing?" She smirked. "Kinky."

When Steve didn't say anything in reply, just pointedly looked away and blushed some more, Natasha cackled loudly before raising the bottle again.

"To more surprises every day."

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, William Riker/Deanna Troi, The One With the Butt [Friends]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Adventure Time, Marceline/Princess Bubblegum, Remember Me [Star Trek: TNG]

*POTENTIAL SPOILERS*

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Guardians of the Galaxy (2014), Peter Quill/Drax the Destroyer, Ghost Fly [Adventure Time]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Data/Geordi, The Cave of Two Lovers [Avatar: TLA]

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Alphonse+Ed, Born Again (The X-Files)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Tim+/Abby, Nothing Important Happened Today (The X-Files)

Fill

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Tim McGee used to measure his life by the important days, bouncing from one to the next as if they buoyed the rope in between from sinking too low.

He supposed it had to do with his childhood, which thanks to his father, wasn't the happiest. Even as a young boy, he would live for the A's from his teachers on exams and congratulatory remarks about projects and reports. Of course his father gave little notice, but his mother made sure he knew he was loved.

Later the important days grew bigger, if less frequent. The day he received his acceptance letter from MIT. The day he graduated. The day he was hired by NCIS. The day he met Abby Sciuto.

It was Abby who taught him to appreciate every day. It was the way she saw life, despite the hardships she had experienced as a child. She saw the beauty in the world even as she celebrated the darker elements. After they had been dating for a few months, he decided she reveled in the shadow so the light looked that much brighter to her.

And he too began to take more note of the days in which nothing important happened and to enjoy them simply as another day he had to enjoy. Even after they stopped dating, he held on to that, for once you allowed Abby into your life, it was forever changed.

And he was glad for it, for while life as an NCIS special agent provided opportunities for important days, many of them were not good ones. The day he first killed someone. The day Kate died. The day Director Sheppard died. The day Franks died. So many days revolved around death and destruction. There had been two separate days in which he was at the epicenter of a terrorist bombing.

But there were good important days as well: when they caught a criminal and gave a family some closure, or stopped a terrorist from requiring other families the need for need closure.

And it was the days in between these important ones he found he could cherish and even look forward to, whether it was simply finding a new restaurant or enjoying an old favorite. Or hanging out with Abby as friends, or throwing caution to the wind during a night of drinks with Tony or Jimmy. Or staying at home and getting a few thousand words written on his latest novel.

Life was more than a series of important days.

But they still came around too. The day he met Delilah. The day she got her wheelchair. The day she left for her overseas station. The day they decided a long-distance relationship simply wasn't in the cards for them.

And most recently, the day he and Abby had started dating again. It had taken a considerable amount of time for him to feel he was ready to try dating anyone again, let alone Abby. The funny thing about important days was that you rarely knew they were going to be important until they become so.

On that particular day, he and Abby decided to have lunch a little cafe near the office. It wasn't an impulse decision to ask her out on a date, but he hadn't planned for it to happen that day. But something she said made him decide that he was tired of waiting for the perfect moment and rather he less than eloquently blurted it out.

They still hadn't told anyone else yet--too much history and friendship to potentially ruin if this went badly--and as far as they could tell, the others hadn't picked up on it. That wouldn't last, but they had enjoyed the three weeks of secrets.

So on this particular day, Tim was wrapping up his last report when he heard the elevator ding and a few seconds later, she was at his desk.

"Anything important happen today?" she asked.

"Nothing at all," he replied, smiling up at her.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

BtVS/AtS, Buffy+/Angel, Those Who Lurk Underground (Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison (or gen), Melt My Heart To Stone (Rizzoli & Isles)

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Iron Man, Tony/Pepper, Phoenix Rising (Rizzoli & Isles)

[laurels.livejournal.com]

The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon/Amy, Dirty Laundry (Reign)

[laurels.livejournal.com]

The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon/Amy, Slaughter of Innocence (Reign)

[laurels.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, Ted/Tracy, A dollar and a dream (Without a Trace)

[scribblemyname]

MCU, Bucky + Steve + Clint + Natasha, Foursquare [Roswell]

[scribblemyname]

Leverage, any, Crime Slut [The Unusuals]

[scribblemyname]

any, any/any, The Apology Line [The Unusuals]

[scribblemyname]

Firefly, any, The Broken Wing Job [Leverage]

[scribblemyname]

MCU, Clint +/any, The Carnival Job [Leverage]

Clint + Bucky, post-WS by awhile, gen, all the fluff in nine realms

[tigriswolf]

"I thought we were banned from fairs?" James asks him, hands tucked into his pockets, hair windblown and loose, and looking at him makes Clint feel old. He's in his forties now. Fuck. When did that happen?

"You gonna tell?" he asks, shaking it off. So what if he never expected to survive his twenties? He's that awesome.

"No," James says, looking around with curiosity. How long’s it been since he did something just because it was fun? Probably not in Clint’s lifetime.

Tasha’s gonna kill him for taking James out without permission, but Clint knows about mistrust and trying to earn redemption, and this kid – he spends most of his time in his head, tucked away somewhere, and Clint knows that’s not the way to get better.

So here they are at a carnival upstate, with the rigged games and the sugar comas and the dangerous rides. There’s a little girl crying two rows over, tugging at her dad’s shirt, and he’s arguing with the guy about guns that don’t shoot right.

Clint raises any eyebrow. “How about a friendly wager?” he asks.

James glances at him. He really does look like he’s twenty, max. It’s gotta be the fluffy hair. Or the anime eyes. One of ‘em. “And what’s that?” He looks awake and alive, here. Clint pats himself on the back.

“Whoever wins the most prizes for the little kids gets to pick where we go for dinner,” Clint says. “And whoever wins the least has to pay for it.”

James smiles, soft and slow. “You’re on.”

Yeah. Tasha’s gonna kick his ass for this, but it’ll be worth it, for that smile alone.