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SPN, Sam and Dean gen or slash, one brother suffers amnesia...
Date: 2009-08-09 03:50 am (UTC)dean watches, his mind's eye seeing under the cover to the myriad scars left from wounds tended by unskilled hands, clumsy with loss of blood on their own. the doctors hold no hope out to dean, complete memory loss due to head trauma and dean?
dean looks at it as blessing and curse. on the one hand, he knows sam is a better hunter at times than he'll ever be, ruthless and hardened from the past couple of years since jess' death. on the other hand, he thinks of adam, of being under the spell of the djinn. of sam, at stanford and happy. he doesn't wish a lifestyle of hunting on anyone... even his brother, who he loves more than life itself.
he opens the door, and steps into the room, head reeling with what he has to do and what he wants. sam tilts his head toward him, eyes blank of recognition. "hello." the voice that greets him is weak and guileless, rough and creaky as if from disuse. it's only been a handful of days, and still sam is not who he was.
"hey." dean rubs the back of his neck. "the doctors didn't give me any guidelines on this so i figured i should ask you what you want to know?" his voice lilts at the end, like a question, and he hates himself for sounding so indecisive.
"who am i? who are you?"
dean smiles gently and stuffs his hands in his pockets. "my name is dean. you're sam winchester. you're my little brother and the smartest guy i know. you could be whatever and whoever you wanted to be." and if that doesn't sound like a promise, dean doesn't know what does.
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Date: 2009-08-07 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 08:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 07:04 am (UTC)He could save him.
He could make him powerful.
He could give him the means to pursue justice far better than he ever had before.
He didn't.
And he never told anyone that it was because he loved Ben, loved his idealism and determination and his desire to see right done.
And he wouldn't let Ben become the kind of thing that he hated.
Even to save him
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Date: 2009-08-07 08:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 09:15 am (UTC)Leverage/Dollhouse, any, a scene from the Leverage team's scam to bring down the Dollhouse
Date: 2009-08-07 08:16 pm (UTC)Hardison sat on the sofa, facing the rest of the team, as he explained his problem – a friend, someone he’d grown up with, had contacted him in desperation, saying that their younger sister had disappeared, and begging Alec to help find her.
He looked at the others, reading the sympathy on their faces, and asked “Well? Are we taking this job?”
Nate nodded. “You have to ask?”
“Well, uh… it ain’t like we do jobs like this every day.”
“Your friend needs our help.”
“Okay. Okay, good, we’re doing this…”
They weren’t going in entirely blind. Hardison’s friend told them that his sister had been going through a rough patch, and had mentioned an appointment at an office in central LA. They didn’t know which company, but she’d asked her brother to drop her off and he remembered the street where he’d last seen her, and the building he’d seen her enter.
It took only a little time for Hardison to hack the security camera feeds for the building, and by watching the video they were able to work out which office she’d visited. It turned out to be a company of ‘facilitation consultants’, though that turned out to mean very little, because it was a dummy company, designed to do nothing but mask the existence of whatever was really going on. Then they heard the rumours.
***
Nate, in-character as a wealthy, bored businessman looking for some entertainment, headed to the building. They’d managed to set up an appointment for him to see whoever was running the organisation that had kidnapped the missing girl. He was shown into a waiting room by the receptionist, and shortly afterwards a smartly-dressed woman emerged. “Mr…Lewis, yes?”
“That’d be me, yes.”
“Excellent. My name is Ms DeWitt, if you’d care to come into my office we can discuss your requirements…” Ms DeWitt shepherded him into a large, impressively situated corner office. When they were both sitting down, she asked, “So, Mr Lewis… how did you hear about our services?”
“A mutual acquaintance recommended you. Said you’d give me the time of my life.”
“Well, we do our best. We provide… whatever you need. An escort, a date for the night, a bodyguard, even a friend if that’s what you’d like. All carefully tailored to be exactly what you want them to be.”
He nodded slowly. “Seems interestin’.”
DeWitt picked up a thick binder, and opened it, showing him pictures of young men and women. “What sort of service do you think you’d like?”
“I was thinkin’ a date for a night… I have this big event coming up, everyone else is bringing their plus ones and I don’t have one…”
“Of course. Perhaps one of the young women, then…” she flipped the pages of the binder. “Here… do any of these look suitable?”
Nate examined the photos carefully, and saw the missing girl among them. “Hmmm. What about her?”
DeWitt smiled pleasantly. “That active is available. I’m sure you’ll be very happy with her.”
Nate smiled, and made arrangements for an initial payment to be made, and left the building wondering what being an ‘active’ entailed, exactly.
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Date: 2009-08-07 09:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 03:35 pm (UTC)Sophie was starting to notice how tense he got, how he never so much breathed a word about his past, about his family. Found himself wondering how long it was before she started asking him questions, after all that was what Sophie did. No matter how much you did not want to talk about the subject, Sophie had this way of making you open up.
His family, his life, his past was not something Eliot wanted to talk about. Wasn't something he ever talked about, wasn't something he ever even thought about. Not even Nate knew anything about... anything.
And, if Sophie did start to pry... well, if there was one thing his daddy taught him and taught him well it was how to lie.
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Date: 2009-08-07 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 09:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 09:29 am (UTC)I'm sorry. I broke the 4th wall. and went for crack. :S Sorry.
Date: 2009-09-17 06:20 am (UTC)Prentiss tries leaving random sex books on his desk. He merely peruses them and returns them. (She's still not sure how he knew they were from her.)
The rest of them keep trying, from small pranks to random outbursts, but still Spencer doesn't swear.
Morgan finally gives up laughing in amusement and joins in. Prentiss accepts his bet that it'll take him one try and one try only.
"HOLY SHIT!" Spencer cries in alarm, leaping back from his computer.
"What did you do?" JJ demands, staring in shock at Reid.
"Set his homepage to a site that includes stories about him and I." Morgan's genius was met with blank stares.
"Together," he explained.
"Holy shit," the girls chorused.
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Date: 2009-08-07 09:31 am (UTC)spn, sam/dean, kissing it better
Date: 2009-08-09 04:33 am (UTC)dad doesn't leave them alone for too long of a stretch at a time. not after the first time child services had been called on him. he'd come back from an overnight hunt to find his boys in the system and a judge asking what he was doing all night that he couldn't find a babysitter before he left. usually, when dad has the long hunts, he sends them up to blue earth and pastor jim. or up to bobby's salvage yard where they spent hours running between rusty towers of cars and trucks.
it's there, dean 8 and sam 4, that dean institutes 'kissing things better'. they'd seen it on tv once or twice, that a kiss would stop all their hurts and make it all better. and dad always did say look out for sam, so he does. when sam bangs his hand on the door to an old chevy truck as they're playing tag, dean kisses it and instantly sam is off and running again. same with when he bangs his knee on the rickety third step up the back porch. little things.
they grow out of it fast enough, dad uncaring about kiddie notions and training his boys to be harder. and dean doesn't ask questions. goes along with it like the good little soldier dad's teaching him to be.
right up until sam's 14 and bangs his head on a low ceiling in the cabin they're squatting in while dad does a job on the sunnier side of montana. dean grabs his head as gently as he can with cold, numb fingers, and kisses the little red mark left behind. sam looks at him with wonderment and says nothing for a very, very long time.
dean worries for the longest time, thinking that maybe he pushed sam too far when the emo rebel is always hovering beneath the surface. he makes to crack a joke, anything, when sam finally speaks up.
"you missed mothering me, didn't you dean?" he smiles brightly. "it's ok. i'm pretty sure i've got some clothes for you to wash and i sure could use a sandwich, mom."
dean grins. "get it yourself, rugrat." not awkward at all.
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Date: 2009-08-07 09:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 07:08 am (UTC)"I saw you outside my house all week!"
"You know perfectly well I was gathering evidence to prove you're not psychic!"
"You say tomato, I say stalking."
"Spencer!!!"
"Hey, you're just persecuting me because you're insecure because I love you and that makes you worry about whether you're worthy of being loved."
Lassiter seethed. "Spencer, give me one good reason not to smack you."
Shawn yelled to the whole police station, "YOu all heard that right? Threats to my person! I'm gonna have to request a restraining order with stricter clearer rules. This Lassiter guy cannot get ENOUGH of me."
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:01 am (UTC)Greek, Cappie/Casey, craving
Date: 2010-01-25 04:39 am (UTC)Nothing.
"Cappie!"
More shouting of his name commenced when he didn't answer his wife immediately.
"Cappie! Where are you?"
"Alright, geeze, I'm coming," he fled down the stairs in a hurry, thinking it was an emergency because it sure sounded like it was one.
"Are you OK?" He came to stand before Casey, putting a hand on her shoulder, scrutinizing her.
"I'm alright, but..."
"What, honey? What do you need?"
"Can you go to the store and pick me up some more ice cream? Rocky Road please and some chips and pickles?"
"Honey, I was just at the store," he said lightly, gritting his teeth.
"I know, but I started developed a craving for both sour and sweet food. It's just the darednest thing."
And she smiled at him sweetly and really he could never say no to her when she smiled at him like that.
"OK, it will be my pleasure to go back to the store right now, in the middle of traffic hour."
"Thank you, sweetie."
She kissed him and saw him to the door.
He was very whipped by his very pregnant wife. But he wouldn't have it any other way.
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 11:44 am (UTC)Christian sighed, exhaustion lining his face. "I don't..." he shook his head. "Some fucking lover I am... it's his birthday and I..."
Both men looked up at the opening of the kitchen door. Lindsey stumbled in, top button of his shirt open, his tie tugged down. He raised one hand in greeting before opening the fridge and grabbing a carton of orange juice. Taking a long swig, he joined Eliot and Christian at the table.
"You look how I feel," Christian observed softly, running his hand through Lindsey's hair.
"Fuckin' long day, blind assassin got lost, vampires, demons... the usual." Lindsey arched into the touch and leaned against Christian, head resting on his shoulder. "What're you two looking so serious about?" He asked around around a yawn.
"It's Steve's birthday," Christian answered.
Lindsey frowned, smacking at Eliot's hand as he reached for the orange juice. "And that's a bad thing?"
"Lover boy here can't think of anything special," Eliot teased.
"Oh." Lindsey pressed a kiss to Christian's temple, pulling him upright as he started to bang his head against the table. Wrapping his arm around Christian's shoulders, a slow, wicked smile spread on Lindsey's face. "Something we can do for Steve for his birthday?" He mused aloud, before nodding to himself, biting down on his lower lip shyly. "I have an idea..."
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 12:58 pm (UTC)Eliot huffed and cuffed Christian upside the head affectionately. "Dork," he teased, returning the kiss. "Job got done early."
Christian nodded. "Where's Steve?" He asked, looking around. "Saw his car outside..."
"Shower," Eliot replied, laughing when Christian shot up off the couch, leaving a trail of clothes behind him as he flew up the stairs. Eliot shook his head in amusement and turned his attention back to the game... at least for a few minutes until Lindsey came home, joining him on the couch or, more to the point, climbing onto his lap and kissing him hard.
"Chris and Steve home?" Lindsey asked against his lips
"Mmhmm," Eliot nodded, licking at Lindsey's lips. "Shower."
"Shower, huh?" Lindsey grinned and slid off Eliot's lap, pulling him to his feet. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"I think so," Eliot nodded. "I mean, it is a very very big shower..."
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 01:58 pm (UTC)He opens his eyes and smiles; he's tucked up snugly around Christian, arm tightly around his waist, his nose buried in the back of his neck. Shifting slightly, his smile widens at the sight of Lindsey curled up against Christian, head on his chest, one hand resting on his shoulder.
There's an arm around Steve too, legs tangled with his and a hard cock resting between his thighs. Eliot's still half asleep, breathing steady against Steve's shoulder, lips pressed against his spine.
Stretching out between Christian and Eliot, a smile still on his lips, Steve lets himself fall back to sleep.
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-09 08:39 pm (UTC)She knows that he's not as bad as he seems. He projects that aura of badass but he's really not (besides being a litterbug and not caring about the environment, but most people are like that).
He's a mysterious person. A secret that no one can figure out, but Kat will because Patrick Verona is a challenge, and Kat does nothing but confront challenges head on.
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-07 10:04 am (UTC)Don't Even Know the Meaning of It
Date: 2009-08-09 08:53 pm (UTC)Yet, he totally used those words and said them TO HER.
What? Was he suddenly born yesterday or something?
But he was so glad she was coming to his rescue so he said the first thing that came to mind. On hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have said anything, but it was too late now.
Thankfully, he backpedaled successfully and Ruby probably already knew that he meant it in a sort of 'you're my cousin, and I HAVE to love you' way, not the 'you're so hot, and I'm so in love with you,' way that he shouldn't have been even contemplating on.
Why couldn't she have turned out to be his fat cousin? Or the stupid cousin? Damn his good family genes.
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-25 02:51 pm (UTC)~*~*~
“We have a ping!” Claudia announced as she spun in her chair. “San Diego.”
“Us! That’s us!” Pete called out as he and Jinks raced toward her. Myka followed at a slower pace.
“Hey!”Jinks said indignantly. “Says who?”
“It’s our turn,” Myka pointed out calmly. “You and Claudia went to Florida to investigate those disappearances.
“But that was a bust,” he argued, refusing to agree to the truth of her statement. “It was that cult.”
“Which you brought down,” Pete said, just as determined as Jinks to escape the harsh South Dakota winter that had descended on them. It had snowed every day for the last nine days and was in the forecast for the next week, at least.
“It doesn’t count.”
“Yes it does!”
“Children!” Artie thundered in annoyance, scowling at the group of them.
“Pete, it’s at the zoo,” Myka interrupted, earning Artie’s glare. The two partners exchanged a long look.
“You can go,” Pete said, surprising Jinks and Claudia with his sudden turnaround.
“What? Why?” Jinks asked suspiciously.
“We don’t do zoos,” Pete answered. “Myka’s afraid of the monkeys – they spit, you know. Ow!” He flinched when Myka punched his arm.
“But –“
“Dude, who cares,” Claudia snapped, grabbing Jinks’ arm and pulling him toward the door. “They agreed. Let’s get out of here before they change their mind.”
He let her lead her away, but turned back before leaving. He knew that Pete’s firs t statement was true but couldn’t help but think that he should get the full story behind why they didn’t do zoos.
~*~*~
“No more zoos,” Claudia stated firmly a day later. She had leaves in her hair and smudge of dirt on her cheek. “And no more monkeys. “
“Do you know what monkeys do?” Jinks asked, peering over her shoulder at the screen. He looked shell-shocked.
“Jinksy, you have something there,” Pete pointed at his hair and struggled not to laugh.
When Claudia snapped her Farnsworth shut, still grumbling about the evils of zoos and getting revenge, Pete and Myka both laughed while Artie rolled his eyes and muttered that he worked with children.
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-08 03:50 am (UTC)Robert, for all his frantic kinetic energy when he’s awake is preternaturally still in sleep. The slow rise and fall of his chest is the only movement from the bed. Val’s eyes skim over his body, from hair in complete disarray to ridiculously long lashes, faint mark where neck meets shoulder – his skin had been faintly salty and so hot Val had been afraid his lips would burn as he tasted and sucked, marking Robert as his own. One of Robert’s arms is draped across the pillow above his head; the other rests beside him on the bed, with long, slender fingers splayed against the sheets. Moonlight kisses his chest and casts his abdomen in shadow – shadows that Val feels almost compelled to explore, but that can wait until Robert wakes up…provided he wakes up soon. The sheet is haphazardly draped across Robert’s lower body, and the only thing not obscured is the faint shape of a hand on his hip that is probably going to be a bruise come morning. Val is pretty sure he’ll have similar marks. He is ever so slightly obsessed with Robert’s hands, and finding Robert’s handprints on his body after nights like this is right at the top of his list of turn-ons.
Val aches to touch him. The overwhelming need to put his hands somewhere, anywhere, on Robert’s body and spend the next several hours until dawn stroking over warm skin and hard muscle, to follow with lips and tongue and taste every single inch of him wars with the protective urge to let him sleep. Finally, he gives in and kneels by the bed, needing to be closer. He can feel Robert’s warmth, and the faint scents of rosemary and mint mix with a salty trace of sweat and the unmistakable scent of sex to break the last of his resolve.
Robert’s lashes flutter as if he is waking, and Val’s tongue sweeps over his collarbone, mouth finding the still-tender spot at the junction of neck and shoulder that he’d marked earlier. Robert wakes as Val is suckling at that tiny patch of skin, eyes still slightly unfocused, either because he is still half asleep or because Val seems intent on sucking his soul out through his skin. He isn’t sure.
“You’re awake,” Val murmurs against his skin.
“I could feel your eyes on me.”
“Really?” Val’s breath is a hot whisper against his ear, sending chills down his spine.
“Mmmmhmmm…. I’d rather feel your hands on me.” He takes Val’s hand and kicks the bedsheet aside. “Come back to bed.”
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Date: 2009-08-07 10:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-08 01:07 am (UTC)“Yeah…I’m fine, why?”
“You’ve had that song on repeat so long I could sing it in my sleep… and frankly…it’s depressing.”
“I like Jeff Buckley,” Robert replied, glancing over at Val, who had tossed his shirt aside while mending one of the fences around the property earlier. “You’re going to burn if you keep running around without a shirt or sunblock.”
Val snorted. “Sorry, Mom.” He nudged Robert lightly with his shoulder. “Seriously, what’s bothering you?”
“It’s silly.”
“Fine. Tell me, and then I’ll laugh at you until you can laugh at yourself,” Val teased.
“You do that anyway.” Robert tried not to smile.
“C’mere.” Val held his arms out, and Robert leaned back against him, pulling his feet up so he was mostly lying down. ‘Talk to me,” he said softly.
“I had nightmares all night,” Robert began.
“Yeah?”
“I had a dream that you were gone…”
“Hey…” Val’s arms tightened around Robert. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“No… no, in the dream, you… you… you died, Val, and I had to…to watch them bury you, and….”
“Listen to me. I’m right here. I’m fine. I promise.” Val’s tone was soothing, but his heart was breaking at the look in Robert’s eyes.
“It seemed so real,” Robert whispered. “When I woke up this morning and you were already up, I was afraid that it hadn’t been a dream at all.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You couldn’t have known.”
“I’m putting a dreamcatcher over the bed.”
“Why?”
“The bad dreams get caught in the web, and in the morning they’re destroyed by the sunlight. The good dreams filter down to you,” Val explained, smiling. “You’re stuck with me for a very, very long time. Don’t ever doubt that.”
(note: Robert's song is "Hallelujah" by Jeff Buckley)
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