Tuesday: Road Trip

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Good morning campers, this is maab_connor and I will be your cruise director this week. First off, huge mega thanks to havenward for covering yesterday when RL kicked my arse. *round of applause*

And now we're moving forward, and in the spirit of moving forward I bring you the theme for today Road Trip. Long haul, short trip, solo or group a lot of our lives happen when we're on the open road. So that's where our characters are today. Motorcycle, car, truck, RV, heck put 'em in a hovercraft if you want, but they have to be on a road trip of some sort.

And of course, our usual rules apply:

No spoilers in your prompts until at least a week after air date - and please remember the UK - US lag time for BBC (we're only just getting Torchwood this week over here and Dr Who on Sat.).

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SG1, team fic, driving to Jack's cabin

Leverage/Burn Notice, Michael/Eliot, meet me in Tallahassee

If you don't see anything today that strikes your fancy, take your own trip on over to Lonley Prompts and take a look around, there are plenty of strays that need a good home and some are even paper trained.


Now go forth and prompt and have fun!

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SG1, team fic, driving to Jack's cabin

SG1, team fic, driving to Jack's cabin

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"I do not understand your reluctance, O'Neill. I have gained sufficient experience in the operation of your Earth vehicles, according to the guidelines set by Stargate Command and the state of Colorado." Teal'c frowned at the spurt of laughter coming somewhere from behind the driver's seat. He turned an accusing glare over his left shoulder. "Daniel Jackson. Is there something you wish to share with the rest of SG-1?"

"Sorry, Teal'c." His voice trembled with yet more laughter. "I should have warned you about Jack. He doesn't let anyone drive his truck and I do mean anyone."

"Hey, I resent that! I let you drive it once!"

"Yes, but that was only because Janet was watching. It's nothing personal, Teal'c. It's more of a control-freak thing."

"Control freak? Did you just call me a control freak? Don't make me stop this car, Daniel!"

"Yes, Dad." Daniel replied gravely.

"You're all flying the next time! I don't need to put up with this shit every time we go somewhere. Teal'c wants to drive, Daniel wants to listen to some talk radio crap and Carter has to pee every five miles."

"Hey! Leave me out of this. And I think I suggested Daniel and I fly on ahead and meet you guys up there." Belatedly she added. "Sir."

"Yeah, listen why don't you just let me and Sam off at the next airport exit and we'll have dinner on the table by the time you guys get there?"

"I'm not letting you out of this truck. I'm on to you this time, you're just trying to wind me up so that I'll let you do what you want."

"Funny, I thought that was the definition of vacation?" Daniel quizzed Sam.

Jack harumphed from the driver's seat and settled into silence. Daniel let him go for almost fifteen minutes before he nudged Sam and said, "Are we there yet? Sam has to pee and Ineed to call home, I think I left the iron on."

"Swear to God, the next mothership we get, I'm commandeering the damned thing. You two can stay in the back and play with all the pretty explosives and Teal'c and I will fly the ship."

Teal'c observed. "I believe I would prefer to ignite explosives with Daniel Jackson and Major Carter."

Jack pouted until Daniel bought him an ice cream cone, Sam buried her head in a book and Teal'c praised his driving skills when he barely missed striking a squirrel.

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Leverage/Burn Notice, Michael/Eliot, meet me in Tallahassee

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"What do you mean, Tallahassee?"

"I'm speakin' in English, right? Y'know that city, in the same state you're living in. Capital of the the state even. C'mon Mike. Y'ain't been gone that long."

"You know I can't leave Miami."

"Mike. I'm driving to you. From... shit, I don't even know where the fuck in Canada I was. Don't make me drive the extra 8 hours."

"Eliot..."

"You're a goddamn spy Michael. You're tellin' me you can't slip out of the city for a goddamn night? Just one. Fuckin'. Night-"

"Eliot..."

"-I just want to sleep with you. Ok, so I want to fuck you into oblivion-"

"Eliot..."

"-but then I want to sleep. And not feel like I have to sleep in the corner while looking over my shoulder. For once. In a goddamn month. So can you please, please-"

"Eliot!"

"..."

"I'm already in the car. I'll meet you there."

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Leverage, Hardison, tracking Parker down

[daria234.livejournal.com]

There were a few impressive thefts. Mostly in Europe. Hardison looked into them, wondering if they would lead him to Parker.

But the thefts were too good, of course. They got Hardison nowhere.

And the fake identities Alec had set up for her were no longer in use. Apparently, at Parker's level, such things are unnecessary.

Facial recognition was hard, too. Tons of surveillance available, but how to sift through that much data, which was insanely massive even if you filtered to include only the types of places Parker might case. Especially since Hardison had given Parker tips back when they were a team, about how to fool facial recognition software when you go into a bank.

So there was nothing on Parker. For a long time.

Until his birthday. When Parker showed up in a Princess Leia outfit holding a sign that said "Happy B-Day!" and looked right into the Smithsonian Museum's security camera, pausing exactly long enough for the software to confirm the match.

Hardison grinned, though he knew that this little glimpse wouldn't really help him figure out where her new homebase was.

Still, he thought, 'best card ever.'
But then the facial recognition software got a hit.

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Harry Potter, Lily/James, the benefits of a car over broomsticks for long-distance travel

Danger! Danger! Riding Broomsticks While Carrying Babies Hazardous to Your Health

[chibifukurou]

There aren't a lot of ways to convince James to use muggle transportation over a broom, but James is very willing to consider it the second time they go on vacation with Harry. In fact he requests it.

Lilly makes sure to keep her face straight, but really she'd told James before their first vacation, that carrying a wiggling baby on your back while riding a piece of wood that's barely one inch in diameter was a bad idea. It wasn't her fault that his manly bits had been to sore to do anything with for the entire vacation.

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SG-1, Jack/Daniel, Fun in a 29feet RV

If This Van's A'Rockin' Don't Come A'Knockin'

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mmmm sap.

***

“No,” Daniel said plainly when he saw what Jack had bought.

“But it’s awesome!” Jack defended.

“No it’s not, it’s tacky,” Daniel countered.

“But Daniel…”

“No, Jack, absolutely not. I will not spend our retirement with that. Besides,” he reached out and patted the new paint job on their girl, “she wouldn’t like it. She’s too classy for that.”

Jack looked at her too and smiled. “Yeah ok. But I’m putting it over the bedroom door.”

Daniel rolled his eyes but nodded in concession.

Jack smiled with glee and ran inside.

Daniel went to finish hitching the trailer with the motorcycles to the back and then went inside to make sure the lights on the trailer were working before they hit the open road. He was on his way to the driver’s seat when Jack came up and wrapped his arms around Daniel’s waist and pulled him close, back to chest. Jack’s chin hooked over Daniel’s shoulder and they stood quietly for a moment, looking out the enormous windshield, envisioning the next few months of the rest of their lives.

“I’m glad I retired,” Jack said at last. “No regrets.”

“None here either,” Daniel said with a smile.

“Besides, Sara never wanted to retire to an RV; she said they were too small, too cramped. She needed space.”

Daniel smiled and leaned more into Jack’s arms. “This isn’t cramped. Living in hundred and ten degree weather with ten other undergrads in the Libyan desert in an RV two feet smaller than this one, before pop-out technology, that was cramped. Spending a week in the back of a surveillance van with Major I-Don’t-Wash-My-Socks Johnson, that is cramped.”

“Boy howdy, was it,” Jack’s face contorted at the memory of that particular smell.

“Besides,” Daniel turned around in Jack’s arms and kissed him gently, “I like being cramped with you. I like being in your space and having you in mine.” He kissed Jack again, deeper this time. “Like being able to just reach out,” he trailed kisses down Jack’s throat, loving the scrape of stubble on his lips, “and take you whenever I want.”

“Any time, Daniel,” Jack said, his voice already husky. He let his hands roam over Daniel’s back, wandering over his ass and up to his hairline.

Daniel purred as he pulled Jack’s shirt up his frame, “You know,” he whispered right into Jack’s ear, “we have twenty nine feet of RV that needs to be christened.” He pulled Jack’s shirt off and tossed it to the sofa.

“Where did you want to start?” Jack asked.

“How about right here?” Daniel unlocked the driver’s seat with his foot and reached out to swivel the chair. He pulled Jack with him as he sat down and moaned when Jack’s weight was straddling his lap.

“I think you should have let me put the sticker on the outside of the RV if you’re planning on having your wicked way with me all over the place.”

Daniel was smiling even as he shook his head. “I am never going to let you put that on our girl.” He pulled Jack down for a hard, hot kiss. Packing the rest of their stuff could wait, starting their new life couldn’t.

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SGA, John/Rodney, driving with Madison to meet her grand-parents

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SPN/Leverage, Dean/Eliot, hitchhiker

1 out of 4 Hitchhikers Agree Picking up Demons is Bad For Your Health

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Dean didn't usually pick up hitchhikers. Given that about 1 in every 4 hitchhikers were demons looking for an easy kill he'd always adhered to the adage better safe than sorry.

He'd first noticed the hitchhiker when the guy had beaten up four rather angry truckers without breaking a sweat. He'd figured this demon was a lot stronger than your average hitchhiker demon and prepared to deal with him. Much to his surprise the guy just raised an eyebrow at both his shotgun and the word Christo.

A guy like him would be an asset to any fight he ran into, not to mention that he had a nice ass. Dean decided he'd make an exception to his rule and offer the guy a ride, and not just in the utilitarian since.

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Criminal Minds, author's choice, oddly reminiscent of the Blair Witch Project

The Enemy, loosely Reid/Morgan, PG, 1,196 words

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The Enemy (http://egalitarianmuse.livejournal.com/20224.html)

He heard rustling to his right as they surveyed the area surrounding the particular boxcar where the crime had taken place. He swiftly turned and adjusted his aim for the sound. It had no source. Where there should have been rustling—bushes, maybe a hedge—there was only the solid, unwavering presence of another boxcar. Rust red and covered in graffiti, it wasn’t an intimidating artifact in and of itself. It was the aura it carried, the tension that surrounded it as densely as fog on the English moors that warned him to keep his distance. If anything, it was an aura of intense violence.

Reid swept the camera along its exposed length for any visual indication of what he felt in his gut. He wanted to walk away. He wanted to run. He wanted to tell the team that something wasn’t right, but he couldn’t say what. He felt as if he was being devoured by some monster unseen.

If it's not quite what you were looking for, I'm willing to tweak/revise. Just let me know.

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Leverage, Parker, On the run

(I am thinking pre-series, maybe young!Parker getting away from fosterparents or something... but anything is good!)

On the Road with My Bunny

[chibifukurou]

The police seemed to think that one of her step-dad's less than legal business associates was responsible for the blast that blew up her home. She didn't care as long as she had bunny and while the lady police officer ,who'd found her in front of the house,cooed over her and said how lucky she was to survive she didn't touch bunny.

The big detective that that interviewed her to try and find out if she'd seen anyone suspicious didn't seem to like her. He yelled a lot and then when she wouldn't answer he threatened to take bunny away if she didn't talk.

That was it.

When he finally stopped yelling she asked him for apple juice and while he was distracted stole his lighter. While the nice lady officer took her to get her juice she set fire to a bunch of trashcans. It was easy enough for her and bunny to slip out of the police station when people started screaming fire.

Two streets away she saw a shiny purple bike with a dingy bell and a basket the perfect size for bunny. It was easy to break the bike lock and then she and bunny were off to their next great adventure.

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Chuck, Casey, Chuck (& Sarah), It's not a proper road trip without music

Why You Should Never have a Road Trip with the Bartowski Siblings

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Casey usually didn't mind road trips, they gave him time to think and a safe place to do it in. He'd be able to see any enemies before they could reach him. Unless of course they had missiles. Casey hates missiles almost as much as he hates the road trip he's currently on.

He should have known better than to go on a road trip with the Bartowski siblings(particularly after Morgan and Woodcomb aka Captain Awesome refused to come)but someone had to keep an eye on Chuck and Casey usually liked road trips. Of course the term "road trip" wasn't usually a codeword for torture that would normally be found in the lowest circles of hell.

He had decided that he was flying the three of them back home, even if he had to pay for the tickets out of his own pocket. Anything to get away from the Bartowski's Caterwauling as they tried to out sing each other while listening to their respective Ipods. Neither could carry a tune in a bucket if their very lives depended on it, but in their defense he didn't think anybody could make the heavy metal rock that Ellie was singing go with the DDR music coming out of Chuck's mouth.

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Supernatural/Chuck, Ghostfacers and the staff of the Buy More, Stopping to pick up supplies

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"Dude, I'm telling you that's a demon!"

"No way, there's no such thing as demons."

"Those Winchester douchebags said there were! Seriously, look at his cold, emotionless eyes."

They were interrupted by a middle-aged man with a crazed but earthly look and unkempt hair.

"Hey, guys, can I help you?"

"Yeah, we're getting this stereo. And do you have any CDs with ghost sounds? We're doing kind of a video project thing."

"Uh... no.... but I have a Jeffster CD."

"A what?"

"It's a band. An AWESOME band."

"Uh, no thanks. But, um, what can you tell me about that guy over there? Is he, um, not like the rest of you? I mean, do strange events seem to happen when he's around."

"Yeah, how'd you know?" the BuyMore employee asked as his eyes largened, "Are you guys cops or something?"

"No. We are rogue, independent lone wolfs. Our whole team is. Basically, we protect the innocent when conventional means don't work," he answered, putting as much drama into the sentence as he could.

"Oh. Okay. So... not cops?" Lester asked.

"No."

"You want to get high out back then?"

"Not really. Just tell me about that big scary dude."

"That's Casey. He's a stalker. Like, bigtime."

"A stalker? Like a night stalker? Like a predator?"

"Sure. He totally has it bad for Chuck - that's the guy over there with the blonde."

"Hmmm... Well, is there anything else unusual about him?"

"Aside from his stalking and his general demeanor?"

"Yeah."

"Not that I've noticed."

"Thanks for your help," they said, and walked away to have a private conference. They decided to follow this Casey around and see what they could find out.

An hour later they ran out as quickly as they could. "Holy crap!!! That thing just threw a washing machine at some poor guy!"

"Definitely not human!"

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Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, The point isn't to go somewhere, it's just to go.

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, The point isn't to go somewhere, it's just to go.

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(modern!college!AU, Shamelessly fluffy. )

Merlin does not like to admit that the most successful relationship of his life begins with his roommate's girlfriend's best friend paying her brother to kidnap him.

Unfortunately that is the way it goes down. Lance mentions to Gwen who tells Morgana that Merlin is headed straight for a burn out and Morgana, who has odd ideas at the best of times, decides he needs to 'get away' from it all. Why she decides on Arthur is a mystery to Merlin as the two of them can't be in the same room for five minutes without it devolving into verbal sparring.

Throw in a few of Arthur's buddies to help with the heavy lifting and that's how Merlin ends up tied - actually tied with what he can only imagine is very expensive silk rope - to the passenger seat of Arthur's BMW headed for 'wherever'. Merlin thinks Arthur's just being a prat and refusing to tell him where they're going but Arthur swears he doesn't have a plan, they're just going. This information does not make Merlin anymore comfortable with the situation.

Then there's the parade of hotel rooms, diners with 'local flavor' whose food Arthur wrinkles his nose at, and the incident with the gang of angry florists that ends in the police station. Merlin is about to lose it when Arthur pulls him into the precinct bathroom, shoves him against the wall and kisses him until he forgets why he's upset. Everything goes a little smoother after that, at least until they get back and Gwen notices the suspicious looking marks on Merlin's neck. He spends the next several months swearing up and down he only likes Arthur for his money.

Almost two decades later and Merlin is still suspicious when Arthur walks into the classroom, looking perfect as usual in his suit and wearing a vaguely predatory smile. The students who are still hanging about after class all stare as he perches on the edge of the desk to give Merlin a kiss. The girls (and a few boys) sigh dramatically and Merlin sends them off with a look. When he turns his attention back on Arthur there's a key ring being thrust into his face.

"Arthur. No. I've got marking to do. And you have work."

They're both grinning. On cue, Arthur supplies his counter argument.

"It's spring break. You have grad students to do that. What's the point of owning the company if I can't take a few days off? Besides, it's good for you to get away."

Merlin's objections would probably work better if he didn't already have a packed bag sitting in his office.

"And where are we going this time?"

Arthur's smile is no less potent for the lines beginning around his eyes and the silver already threading its way through golden hair.

"Don't be an idiot Merlin, it's not about going somewhere. It's just about going."

Merlin will grumble some more then let himself be cajoled into the car. Arthur will drive all night, not stopping until they've greeted the next morning. They'll bicker about the music, and Merlin trying to get some work done, then about Arthur trying to get some work done. They'll get lost and find trouble and have a dozen new stories to tell when they get back.

In his office, Merlin is working up to a really good explanation of the flaws in the plan when Arthur cheats by pushing him up against the wall and kissing him breathless. Merlin lets him because it is, after all, tradition.

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Merlin, Lancelot/Merlin, two boys, one horse

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The unsurprising part: Merlin was outside Camelot picking something-or-another (he can't remember anymore) for Gaius and got into a lick of trouble.

The surprising part: Lancelot showed up (after being banished from Camelot) and defeated the beast with a great deal more skill than last time (and, no, Merlin was not admiring his arms as he swung his sword).

And that was how he ended up on a horse. With Lancelot. On the way back to Camelot.

His hands are twisted into the horse's mane and he's mentally apologizing to the horse for pulling, but honestly, of all situations...

It's all Lancelot's fault, Merlin decides, making him sit in front of him, like a girl (which Merlin is decidedly not), and the horse jostling Lancelot forward as he slides backwards and the two of them bumping against one another and he almost leans back into Lancelot...

Merlin really hates riding right now.

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Gossip Girl, Dan/Blair, Maps arguments and adventures.

(I kind of picture them going on a road trip to Yale but getting lost.)

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"You're doing it wrong! God, leave it to the idiot to get lost," she exclaimed, shoving his arms out of the way.
The car jerked to the left, causing both of them to let out loud screams.

Gripping her seatbelt tightly, Blair glared at Daniel Humphrey, who merely rolled his eyes.
"Aren't I the one who got accepted into Yale...while you..." he trailed off, jaw tightening.

Giving a loud sigh, Blair stared at the map spread out on the dashboard before them. Her elegant cursive dotted the roads at various points, dwarfed only by Dan's cramped words.

"Can we stop at a reststop? I have to use the restroom," she explained, pointing forward to the waiting stop.
Shaking his head, Dan began to speed up the small car.

"Last time we stopped, all you did was fix your hair for thirty minutes," he muttered.
Face reddening, Blair reached over for the week, twisting it to the right as hard as possible.

The car screeched to the side, cars honking behind them as the careened into the parking lot. Ignoring Dan's harsh breathing, Blair unbuckled her seatbelt, before sliding out of the car.

Leaning back in, she smiled.
"I'll be right back."

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, JDM/HJ/RDJ, I drove all night (And I found someone on the way too...)

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Supernatural, Sam/Jess, Sharing his experience on the road first hand.

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Sam glanced over at his passenger. Jess was leaned back relaxed, her bare feet up on the dash, the red nail polish shining in the sun as they hurtled over the blacktop. Sam smiled. It was a good sign.

Last Thanksgiving Jessica had talked him into meeting her Mom and Step dad. They had driven around the town and she had shown him her childhood. Told him about her friends and the things they did. Showed him her schools and old hang outs. It had meant a lot to Sam. It had also shown him how different they were.

Sam knew that Jess wanted the same from him, but he could not do it. A life lived out of a car hunting monsters? How would he even start? He did not want to lie to her, what they had going was too good to risk that way. So he put his childhood skills to use. He hedged. He redirected. He got really lucky in that she would only push so far then respect his need to let it go. That was one of the reasons he loved her. And yes he could admit that it was love, he just did not know if he could keep from messing it up.

He could not tell her about his past but by Spring Break he thought that maybe he could show her a part of it. A three day road trip to Las Vegas via the scenic route complete with Mom & Pop diner food and cheap, campy motels. A little gambling and hustling and he might be able to come up with the first/last and damage deposit on that apartment opening up. If she could handle this maybe he had a chance and could ask her to move in with him.

An M&M hit him in the arm. "Are we there yet?" Jessica grinned at him over her sunglasses.

"A little longer. First we have to clear Area 51." Sam shot back looking at her from the corner of his eye as she quickly sat up to look around.

"There's nothing here." She said as they drove through the flat desert covered in scrub brush. They were the only things in the otherwise empty space.

"You don't think that they are going to advertise the landing pad do you? Maybe offer photo shoots with the aliens? We'd have to go to Roswell for that."

Jessica rolled her eyes. "So how much longer before we hit city limits?"

"About 30 minutes give or take."

"Good," she grinned at him taking off her sunglasses and running her hand over his crotch and up to his zipper as she leaned over.

Sam leaned back in the seat spreading his legs wider to give her more room. He was definitely asking Jess to move in with him.

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Eliot, "How're you plannin' to fit that in my car??"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Sophie had distracted the ringmaster. Parker had done the actual stealing. Nate had sat in the van with his head in his hands, repeating futilely to them that they should get back to the mission. That they weren't there to be animal rescuers.

But ultimately, it was Hardison's fault. Because they could have given it to an animal shelter, and just left enough money to cover the special needs of an exotic species.

But Hardison insisted that in the 5 minutes they were alone together, he and the baby elephant had bonded.

Nate groaned. He expected Eliot to throw one of his fits, yell at Hardison for acting like a dumb kid. The usual stuff, now that Hardison and Eliot were a couple. One of those couples who fight all the time and should really just break up or get married, because at least then it'll be settled, thought Nate.

But he should have remembered how good Eliot was with horses. Because when Alec nervously explained that they would have to move into a house with a yard so they would have room for a new member of their household, Eliot just smiled. And said, "Okay. But how're you plannin' to fit _that_ in my car??"

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Supernatural, Dean & Sam, A home on four weels

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"Sammy wake up!" Dean shook a leg that was sticking out of the window. "It's getting late, c'mon." He pulled open the passenger door and searched through the glove box.

Sam moaned pulling his feet into the car, "I'm too old to be sleeping in the back of this car," he mumbled.

"Yeah yeah," Dean slammed the little door shut. "Have you seen my toothbrush?" he went back around to the trunk and looked in his bag.

"No." Sam got out of the car stretching his arms high above his head, vertebrae popping and his neck cracked when he rolled it from side to side. "Did you look in the weapons cache?"

Dean rolled his eyes and gave Sam an incredulous look, "why would it be," he yanked the fake floor up. "Well be damned," he pulled the toothbrush out from between a machete and hunting bow. "You put it there didn't you bitch," an accusing glare and Dean inspected the dental tool to make sure nothing had gotten on it's bristles.

Sam didn't bother answering, he shoved Dean out of the way and started looking through his own duffel. "Have you seen my black shirt with th- Never mind," he pulled the shirt out of the bag and smelled it carefully, with a shrug he switched shirts. "We need to do laundry."

"Y'h," Dean had a mouth full of tooth paste, "n'xt to'n."

Sam pulled his toothbrush from a plastic bag and started on his own teeth.

Dean spit toothpaste out, "girl," he teased.

"There is a point to brushing teeth," Sam eyed the toothbrush that Dean got from the trunk, "and yours defeats the purpose."

Dean shrugged, "pearly whites," he grinned. "Get yer ass in gear Sam, I need coffee." Sam waved him off and Dean climbed into the driver seat.

Sam sniffed, "we should really clean this thing out. We've only been living out of it for weeks."

Dean glared, "don't worry Baby," he stroked the wheel, "Sam didn't mean to call you an it."

Sam rolled his eyes, "of course not. She'll always be home to us."

"Damn straight," he cranked up Metallica and the Impala roared to life.

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Veronica Mars, Lilly/Veronica, driving into the sunset

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They were sitting in silence on the beach while it was getting darker and colder, passing the bottle of champagne. Veronica was thinking about Duncan, wondering why, oh why, he had ditched her without a word, and Lilly was furious at Logan, mentally listing all the ways she was better than Yolanda, and looking for the perfect revenge.
"The sunset in California is boring," Lilly proclaimed after a while, to try to lift the gloom.
"What, why?" asked Veronica, almost surprised that it was evening yet.
"We should go see it on the East Coast," said Lilly.
"You can't see the sun set in the ocean on the East Coast, Lilly."
"Yes, you can," said Lilly. "You forget about Key West, Veronica Mars..."
But Veronica wasn't in the mood to be wrong.
"Whatever," she said. "We can't go anyway, it's too far."
"We should go," said Lilly decisively. "It would do us both good. We'll take my car and drive to Florida. We could stop in Vegas for some roulette, pick up a couple of cute cowboys in Texas, eat some fried chicken in Alabama, go clubbing in Miami, and then end up in Key West to see the sun set while sipping mojitos. By the time we come back, we'll have completely forgotten we ever had boyfriends."
"We can't," said Veronica. "We have school tomorrow."
Lilly sighed.
"You're no fun, Veronica," she complained.
Veronica continued to stare morosely at the water. It wasn't that the idea wasn't appealing, it was that her Dad would catch up with them before they had even left the state and she would be grounded forever. But then, whether it was the alcohol or her grief over Duncan or just plain adolescent hormones, something rebellious came over her.
"To Hell with school," she suddenly said. "Let's go."
Lilly grinned and gave her a high five.
"That's my girl," she said. "Let's grab a toothbrush and a cocktail dress and get the hell out of this place."
An hour later, they were on the Interstate, their backs towards the ocean, laughing and singing along with their favorite tunes. Tomorrow would be early enough to think about consequences.

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Burn notice/Leverage, Mike/Eliot/Fiona, A road trip? Without leaving Miami? How?

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Hetalia, America and/or Canada, crossing the border

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DCU, Tim/Cassie, Ducati

Comment Fic: A Novel Idea; Tim/Cassie; PG-13

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

A Novel Idea

Cassie eyed Tim’s Ducati with skepticism. Part of the right fender was on the floor of Tim’s garage and parts and pieces of it’s internal workings were scattered all over the place. There were dents and scratches all over the frame of the bike and Cassie was pretty sure there were some leaves stuck in the headlights.

“It’s a very dependable bike,” Tim said, not taking his eyes away from the nut he was unscrewing.

“I’m sure it is,” Cassie said sardonically. “Have you considered crashing it less?”

Tim glanced away from the bike for a minute to give her a dirty look.

“I know it’s a novel idea. But I think you’ll like what it does both for you and your bike,” she went on and came around to squat behind him.

“Are you worried about me?” he asked, leaning back and resting his head against her shoulder. “Is that what you’re trying to say, all sarcasm aside.”

Cassie pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

“Mmmm,” Tim hummed lightly before tilting his head back and kissing Cassie on the mouth. “I’ll give your idea a shot then.”

Cassie smiled at him. “That’s all I ask,” she whispered and kissed him again.


A/N: I love your icon. Its adorable. <3

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Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, "What do you mean we have fairies in the car??"

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Yeah no fic but helpless snickering at the idignant tone I just got in my head...

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Disney, Ariel/Eric, carriages

into the wild - PG

[tigriswolf]

It isn't the carriage itself that she loves. She actually doesn’t like them very much; they're so little, so enclosed. She prefers being on the horse instead, hair loose and wearing trousers, Eric laughing on the horse next to her.

But for some reason the human world frowns on that. She’s patiently working on them, but for now she has to settle for carriage rides into the town or the countryside, Eric next to her.

It’s not the same as the ocean, or walking, or running, or riding a horse, but it is still novel, the fabric of the seats, the smoothness of the wood, and the wind—oh, the wind.

She is a daughter of tempests, and she loves the wind.

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DCU, Damien, knives vs. tires

Comment Fic: Knives vs. Tiresl Damian; PG

[aravistarkheena.livejournal.com]

Knives vs. Tires

Damian sat on the cool cement floor in the garage of Wayne Manor and eyed Tim’s Ducati speculatively. Tim hadn’t said a word to Damian when he parked his bike and walked unceremoniously into the house through the kitchen. He hadn’t even given Damian a second glance. But from the set of his shoulders and the glint in his eye, Damian had no doubt that Tim was moving back to Gotham City and was intent on reconciling with Bruce.

Which would probably mean his moving back into Wayne Manor.

Damian did not like this turn of events at all.

It wasn’t that he was jealous of Tim, per se. It was more that he hated him wanted him to fall off of a bridge. Preferably a bridge over shark infested waters, provided such bridges existed.

The Ducati’s cherry red paint gleamed at Damian from across the room and he made up his mind. He pulled the knife from his boot and crept over to the Ducati.

Just because Tim was moving home didn’t mean Damian had to be easy on him. Torment was a character builder after all.