Tuesday's theme: TV shows that were cancelled too soon

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Hello, everyone. I’m daria234 and today's theme is TV shows that were cancelled too soon. Prompts can be from fandoms that are TV shows that were cancelled too soon (and you can define too soon however you want), or can be for other fandoms with the prompts tying into cancelled TV shows. (It's fine to use shows that weren't technically cancelled but that you feel ended too soon, leaving you wanting more).

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
If your prompt or fill contains anything that can be a trigger for the reader, please add a warning for that to give the reader the chance to decide if they want to read or not.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing. Use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
Firefly, Mal/Simon, blush
Almost Human, Dorian/Kennex, he likes making Dorian smile
MCU, Tony Stark, Tony has an annual party commemorating the cancellation of Star Trek:The Next Generation
Kings, Jack/David, even after all they've been through, Jack still likes to test David



We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2015 collection. See further notes on this new option here.

Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. 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.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.

Comments

[digthewriter]

Firefly

Simon/Jayne

"Take Me."

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Almost Human, Dorian/Kennex, he likes to make Dorian smile

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Kings, Jack/David, test

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, Tony/any, Tony has an annual party commemorating the cancellation of Star Trek:The Next Generation

[katleept.livejournal.com]

I'm not much of a Tony fan, but I have to say I think this is a cool idea. :-)

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Almost Human, Dorian/Rudy, secret life

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Wolverine and the X-Men, Polaris/Nightcrawler, entanglement

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/Jayne, obeying his master

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Mal/River, when they start to get intimate, River speaks to him in different languages. This irritates Mal because he has no idea what she is saying

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

any, any, sooner or later god's gonna cut you down

Highlander/Political Animals, TJ + Methos

[tigriswolf]

"You're lucky I was passing through," the man says as soon as TJ's awake.

At least, he thinks he's awake. He hasn't felt this invigorated and healthy since -- well, before the drugs and drinking and partying. “Who are you?” he asks, sitting up. He’s clothed, at least. Sometimes, when he wakes up, he isn’t.

“You see,” the man says, ignoring his question, “we have a problem here.” He gives TJ a smile that is probably meant to be charming, but all TJ can see is the threat behind it, in the man’s voice.

“I asked,” he says, trying for Mom’s you better listen to me tone, “who are you.” He has no idea what day it is, or time – the curtains are thick, pulled tight across the window. It’s possible – does anyone know he’s missing? Is he missing?

“You can call Adam, if you must,” Adam says. “And our problem, Thomas James Hammond, is that at some point last night, you achieved a full death.” He flashes TJ another smile.

“What?” TJ shakes his head, rolls his shoulders, and digs around the blankets for his phone.

“Do you hear or feel a hum in the back of your head?” Adam asks.

And, actually, TJ does.

“That’s how our kind find one another,” Adam says. “And some of them attempt to kill whoever they find for the life essence. The soul, if you will.” He spreads his hands, shrugging. “I haven’t had a student since Byron, but I suppose someone should look after you, and it’s not MacLeod like knows how to be subtle.”

“You can’t be serious,” TJ says, finally locating his phone: it’s on the table next to Adam’s chair.

Adam smirks, picking it up. “You’re in an interesting position,” he says. “I can only assume the never-ending bodyguards and security kept you safe from headhunters, but the very fact that your life is splashed across front pages –” He sighs, setting the phone back down. “It’s a danger to all of us, you understand.”

There’s suddenly a knife in his hand. TJ flinches but – there’s nowhere to go. He doesn’t even know where he is. So he holds his head high and looks Adam right in the eye.

“You’re brave,” Adam says, and then slices his own hand open. “Watch.”

Blood gushes for just a second before lightning flickers across Adam’s palm, and the wound seals itself back up.

“You will never age,” Adam says, setting the knife beside the phone. “You will die but awaken again. You will be hunted for your quickening. Should they learn of your existence, the Watchers will Watch you as they do all of us.”

TJ rubs his forehead. “I died?” he asks.

Adam nods. “It was either the overdose or you hit your head too hard when you fell.” He shrugs. “Or both.”

Sighing, TJ slumps back down onto the bed. “Fucking hell,” he mutters.

Adam’s laughter sounds just a little rueful. “Your life in the limelight is quite unfortunate,” he says. “However, Byron managed it multiple times so I think we can make it work.”

“Byron?” TJ echoes.

“Oh, yes, Byron.” Adam sighs and then recites softly, “Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone, of kisses and smiles which they now must resign? Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown? Ah, no! for those hours can no longer be mine.” He sighs again. “Byron was gifted, as you are. I… failed him, I think.” TJ turns to watch Adam’s gaze settle on him. “I won’t fail you.”

TJ bites his lip for a moment before confessing, “I disappoint everyone. I’ll probably fuck up somehow.”

“You’re a child,” Adam says. “Now, get up and bathe. After that, we’ll start planning.”

“Okay.” TJ rolls off the bed, stretches again, and heads for the bathroom.

[jalu2.livejournal.com]

Dungeons and Dragons (cartoon), ensemble, they return to the realm.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles Matheson/Sebastian Monroe + kid!Charlie Matheson, "Ben and Rachel cannot find out we lost Charlie in the ball pit."

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Revolution, Miles Matheson/Sebastian Monroe + Jeremy Baker, 5 times Jeremy almost walked in on Miles and Bass having sex and one time he did.

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

The Cape/Birds of Prey (TV), Vince Faraday + Helena Kyle, "Nice get up."

[ivotedforsaxon.livejournal.com]

Birds of Prey (TV), any, another late night.

Fill- Late Nights, PG

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Helena crouches on the roof of a building, looking out on the darkened city. The sun will rise in a few hours, but for now night still reigns. The city looks quiet and calm, almost peaceful, even though she knows from experience that up close it’s anything but.

She’s tired and a little sore after run ins with several other metahumans over the past few days, but she can’t take a night off. She’ll catch some sleep later in the day hopefully, though it’s never quite enough.

Just at the threshold of her hearing, she hears the scream of a woman scared and in pain. She looks around until she sees movement out of place, two figures pulling a struggling third one toward a van. Without any more hesitation, she leaps.

The fight is over quickly, just two amateurs with too much ego and too little smarts, but she takes the time to make sure the girl is safe at the closest ER before she vanishes back into the shadow and continues her patrol. Another rooftop, another view of the city.

The adrenaline from the fight fades even more quickly, leaving her even more exhausted than before. She thinks for a moment that perhaps she’s getting too old for these late nights and sleepless days, but dismisses the thought almost immediately. This is what she’s meant to do, the only thing she really can do, and she’ll do it

[tigriswolf]

Political Animals, author’s choice about TJ Hammond, how many times can you almost lose someone before they stop coming back?

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Xena, Xena/Gabby, living without her

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Sophie Devereaux, retiring from conning to be a director

[tigriswolf]

Kings, Jack Benjamin, a happy ending

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

He can taste it like bitter whiskey in the back of his throat, burning everything in its path and leaving survivors to suffocate on the decay.

The crown wears heavy on his brow, tarnished gold stains his skin (yet who would have thought the old man have had so much blood in him).

He scrubs his hands raw, tears away at the skin, sobs into his skin and falls to his knees. Stolen crown, stolen destiny, he cannot want it all.

Golden hero kneels besides him and takes his bloody hands in his own, skin cooling away at the sins.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Golden Girls, Blanche/Dorothy, You can't leave me.

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, the team, the moment each of them realized how dangerous the others truly were

[katleept.livejournal.com]

any, any/any, one last kiss

Fill : Sleepy Hollow, Jenny/Frank, Jenny/Hawley

[helsinkibaby.livejournal.com]

Jenny was standing at the bar enjoying a well deserved drink when a pair of hands settled on her hips before sliding around her waist in an all too familiar fashion. She thought it was to her credit that she didn't instantly rip his arms off and beat him with them. Instead she just raised an eyebrow as she turned her head towards him. "You could have told me to leave a bullet in the body," she told him and Hawley frowned. 

"You mean I didn't?" She shook her head. "Shit."

The reaction was so Hawley that it actually made her laugh. Which may not have been the best reaction because the smile that came on to his face was a smile she remembered from the good old days - if you could call them that. "Tell you what," he said, his voice soft, turning her around so that she was facing him. "Why don't we go somewhere and I'll make it up to you..."

He lowered his lips to hers for a kiss and Jenny smiled, closed her eyes...

And suddenly all she could see was a pair of brown eyes, a warm smile, a face she'd thought she'd never see again. 

Shaking her head, she pushed Hawley away. "I can't."

Hawley's eyebrows rose as he gave her that cocksure grin of his. "That's not what you said last week..." he reminded her and her cheeks burned with the memory. 

"That was then."

It was no reason at all and they both knew it. "Come on, what, you can't have met someone else..." Which was a little insulting when Jenny stopped to think about it but it made her think about Frank again and how messed up the whole situation was and she looked down, bit her lip. "Wait," Hawley said as he noticed her reaction, confusion clear in his voice. "Have you met someone else?"

"No... yes..." Jenny pinched the bridge of her nose, knowing that she sounded crazy. "It's Frank." When Hawley just stared blankly at her she added, "Captain Irving."

Hawley looked around, like he was afraid someone would overhear. "Guy we picked up on the road from Tarrytown?" When she nodded, he stepped closer to her, laid a hand on her shoulder. His voice when he spoke was gentle, almost pitying. "Mills, he's dead."

"He's not." Hawley looked like he was one step away from ringing Tarrytown himself. "He's back... he turned himself in, that's why we needed to find those bullets, just in case..." The thought of actually having to use them made her stomach turn and she turned away from him, bracing both hands on the bar. "And I don't know what's going to happen or what he is or how he's back but he is." A light touch on her back startled her and when she looked into his eyes, she found something that looked a lot like understanding. That almost startled her more. 

"I didn't know you two were a thing."

Jenny laughed, eyes suddenly filling with tears. "No-one did," she told him. "I'm not even sure exactly what we were... But then he was dead and now he's not and I can't..." Pressing her lips into a thin line, she did her best to pull herself together - she refused to fall apart in public, in front of Hawley no less. 

It was only when his hand began moving up and down her back that she realised it was still there. "I can respect that," Hawley told him simply and in a conversation laced with surprises, that may have been the biggest one of all. 

"What, no smart remarks?" It wasn't the best rejoinder she'd ever come up with, but as she ran a finger underneath each eye, it was the best she could do. 

"Not tonight." She turned to face him and his hand moved from her back to her shoulder, his other hand moving to her other shoulder. His fingers kneaded gently, but with no real intent behind it - she knew the difference. "I'll say one thing for him," he continued, very serious, very un-Hawley. "He's got good taste... you're worth coming back from the dead for."

He leans forward then, presses his lips to hers and Jenny closes her eyes and kisses him back. It's not the kiss she'd been expecting only minutes ago,  not the kind of kiss she and Hawley have ever had before. They'd been full of fire, full of teasing, occasionally full of anger but always full on. This one was tender, sweet, almost chaste. 

It was a goodbye kiss, but not a bad one. 


 

[tigriswolf]

Leverage, Parker + Eliot Spencer & Alec Hardison, follow your heart, little child of the west wind

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Smallville, Clark/Lex, He was never evil.

[katleept.livejournal.com]

Happyland, any(/any), any

[hopefulnebula]

Alphas, Gary Bell +/ Anna Levy, any