Thursday - travel

[pipisafoat]

Good morning! I'm pipisafoat, bringing you the last day of my hosting week. Thanks for having me!

To round out the week, let's all go for a trip. Send your characters on vacation, or make them take a roadtrip for work. Let them go car shopping or join the mile high club. There are a lot of things connecting to travel - let's see how creative you can be!

Remember: No more than five prompts in a row, no more than three per fandom per prompter. You can always come back later and add more once yours have been answered. Be aware of SPOILERS! Please, please, please put a spoiler alert and at least three spaces.

Don't forget to format your prompts correctly:
Firefly, Mal/Inara, she wants to settle down and stop traveling
House, House/Wilson, motorcycle ride
Burn Notice/Fringe, author's choice, there's an artifact in Miami

Have at! And if nothing here strikes your fancy, be sure to check out the Lonely Prompts.

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[pipisafoat]

Firefly, Mal/Inara, she wants to settle down and stop traveling

[dergerm.livejournal.com]

It wasn't supposed to be this easy. There was supposed to be debate, a clash of spirits-- his freedom to her convention, his rough and tumble to her delicate manners. Walls were meant to be broken down, as she'd been playfully doing for some time now. This was, after all, Mal she was speaking with. But plainly this wasn't the same Mal.

"While I do understand that 'yes' is not entirely the answer you were expecting, I was sort of hoping for something more than..." He circled his hand in the air, smiling eyes focused on her, "silence."

Inara finally pulled herself out of her stupor. "I apologize," she offered cordially. After all this time of knowing Mal, of influencing and being influenced by the space cowboy, of bedding him, she still couldn't drop the mannerisms she'd spent so long to build up. "I... You just caught me off gaurd, is all."

"Really, now?" Mal said, turning back to the business of steering Serenity, doing his best to hide his smile.

She made no such attempts, and found herself beaming ever so gently. "What made you change your mind?"

Mal shrugged, keeping his eyes forward. "Well, I may be a stubborn ass, but even I know when enough is enough. Anyway, it's not just you I'm worried about." The echo of a baby's cry poured through the hall as if on cue.

Inara smiled brighter at the sound, unconciously turning her head toward it. Zoe had her hands full, but there were too many good aunts and not-so-terrible uncles around to help her out.

She turned back to Mal who was now looking at her, through her. He pulled her in to his lap. "Anyway," he went on, "this ship has been good to all of us, but the rest of the crew have been starting to whisper amongst themselves." Inara cocked her eyebrow. Mal snickered, "I hear them. They think I don't, but I do. But they're right. You're right."

Inara leaned into Mal, nose to nose and eye to eye. "It's about time you listened," she laughed before planting a kiss.

Pulling back, Mal smiled. "So, where to then?"

[pipisafoat]

House, House/Wilson, motorcycle ride

[menolly-au.livejournal.com]

"You're late."

Wilson came into the apartment and sat down with a heavy sigh.

"Andie died."

Dying children were the worst aspect of Wilson's chosen career. Andie had been special to him, and to House although he would never admit it. Two years ago House had helped keep her alive against all the odds.

"Two years. That's more than you gave her at the time."

"And about sixty years short of what she should have had."

House surveyed his partner.

"Come on, we're going out." He rose and snatched two bike helmets off the stand near the door, tossing one to Wilson.

"House, I'm not in the mood..."

"Trust me." House said with a smirk and Wilson gave in, he had long since learned that going along with House was a lot easier in the long run.


Wilson had to admit he felt a bit better as he sat behind House, his arms wrapped around him, his chest up against House's back. House was an excellent, if somewhat reckless, rider and the bike gave Wilson a sense of freedom as they roared through the countryside and out of Princeton. The only things that mattered were the bike, and House.

It had been Andie who had spurred House into buying a bike, that and Wilson's taunting words - challenging him to take a risk, to start living his life again, to leave behind the pain and misery of his infarction. The bike had given House back some freedom from his pain and from his disability, his willingness to take a risk had given him Wilson.

House stopped the bike on a deserted hill outside Princeton and pulled Wilson off and towards him, kissing him gently.

Wilson relaxed in his lover's embrace.

"I'm glad I was wrong House. I'm sorry she's dead but I'm glad that she didn't outlive you."

"I'm sorry she's dead too Wilson. The way I was going...I could have been dead, or in jail by now. I'm glad I took a walk outside. I'm glad I took a chance on you."

They stayed there, wrapped in each other's arms until the sun set and then they slowly rode back into Princeton.

[pipisafoat]

Burn Notice/Fringe, author's choice, there's an artifact in Miami

[hopefulnebula]

Farscape, John Crichton/Aeryn Sun, let's pick a random wormhole and go somewhere

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

DC Comics, Kara Zor-El/Jaime Reyes, red sun planet

This pairing infects my brain.

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

Kara sat down abruptly, huffing dramatically she crossed her arms and pulled her knees up to her chest. Jaime smiled down at her fondly and crouched next to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He asked gently, keeping the edge of humor out of his voice.

"This is so stupid," Kara pouted, and Jaime barely resisted the urge to kiss her.

"It's only temporary," Jaime tried to reassure her.

"I don't care, I hate this, I hate being powerless," her voice softened at the end, "I hate being weak."

"Hey, no," Kara had her head turned away from him, so Jaime held her chin gently and made her face him, "you aren't weak, you've just had a minor setback."

"But I'm hopeless! I can't do anything!" Kara nearly shouted.

"That's ridiculous, you're still gorgeous and smart and funny and strong," Jaime insisted and she blinked at him in confusion, "yes, strong. You don't need powers to be wonderful."

Kara sighed but relaxed her posture and leaned into Jaime. He hugged her tightly.

"Now, you got any ideas on how to get home?" Jaime asked after a moment.

"I can't go into space unprotected unless I can charge up first, and your suit can't protect me too right?" Kara questioned and Jaime nodded, "can it send long range signals?"

Jaime waited for the scarab to answer her question, it beeped a confirmation and Jaime grinned, "who am I sending it to?"

"Normally I'd suggest a GL, but I don't think that'd go down so well," Kara mused, "I think it'll just have to go straight to Earth, send a message to the Watch Tower."

Jaime obliged quickly, he had the scarab create a generic SOS, including their co-ordinates and within seconds it was sent off towards Earth.

"Khaji Da says it'll take about an hour for the message to reach Earth, and then we'll have to wait for whoever answers to come get us," Jaime told Kara and she nodded stiffly.

He rolled his eyes and sat down properly, pulling her onto his lap. She squeaked in surprise but after squirming for a second she settled into him.

"Are you still worrying about being powerless?" Jaime asked softly.

Kara nodded and smiled sadly. Jaime shook his head and kissed her, running his tongue along her lips until she opened her mouth. He flicked his tongue against hers and she moaned, turning in his lap to straddle him and push him down to the ground.

"How come even when you're de-powered I'm on the bottom?" Jaime asked with a grin.

"Because I'm the prettier one, I get to make these decisions," Kara answered seriously.

Jaime laughed and caught her mouth with his, kissing her thoroughly.

"No arguments from me," he told her as they broke apart.

Kara smiled warmly and ran her thumb over his lips. He bit it gently and she winked at him, causing him to laugh again.

"Stop playing, we've only got like, two hours before someone shows up to rescue us," Jaime pouted.

"Only two hours," Kara rolled her eyes and Jaime poked his tongue out at her, "you're so immature."

She kissed him anyway.

[gallifreycalls.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, strangers on a train

AU - pg13

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

They're seated in the same compartment, two strangers on an eight hour trip. Merlin chances a quick look up, taken aback by hostile glare he received for all his trouble. Nose wrinkling, he returned to reading the dog-eared travel guide.

He'd just ignore the bloody tosser until the ride was over, better then awkward introductions.

"You're going to look like some idiot tourist carrying that around," came rather rude opening sentence. Rolling his eyes, Merlin looked up; eyebrow arched.
The business man (he had to be with that stiff suit on) offered a sarcastic smile; eyes far too blue. Merlin admits there may be the off chance that he could be attractive, if the guy didn't come off as a tosser and all.

"And what would you have me do, walk around with a stick up my arse?" he questioned, smiling as sweetly as he could. The blond's face reddened slightly as he leaned forward, strands falling across his face.

Merlin was suddenly made aware of how small the compartments nowadays seemed to be as their knees knocked together.

"Well...if you call them sticks it's all up to you," he murmured tone low. Choking on a deep breath, Merlin could feel all the blood begin to rush to his face as his eyes widened.

"Excuse me? You're making all these...vulgar obscenities and I don't even know you!" he exclaimed, mouth suddenly dry. The blond licked his lips with a wide grin.

"I'm Arthur and you're?" he questioned, scooting forward. Letting out a laugh, Merlin stuck out his hand.
"Merlin."

[rhiannon-wing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Team, Long car trip + I-Spy (or some other exceedingly annoying game, but not punch buggy, Eliot would win too easy)

The Alphabet Game - gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

"There are really words that start with X?" Parker asks.

"Yup," Hardison answers, eyes peeled.

"You can use a license plate, Parker," Nate tells her. "An X anywhere in the sequence counts."

"Ooh, there's one!" Sophie announces, sitting up straight.

"And there's Y!" Hardison cheers. "On to Z."

Eliot sighs, head in his hands, and wonders why he decided being part of a team was a good idea.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel, keeping Dean calm on a commercial airplane flight

[ex-kitty-al.livejournal.com]

This was Castiel’s first time on an airplane and Dean didn’t want to ruin it for him. Dean watched as Castiel smiled happily, enjoying the feel of the plane taking off and soaring through the air. Watching Castiel was keeping Dean calm and he found himself smiling, too. Well, that was until they hit turbulence.

The airplane began rocking and bucking. Dean looked around, but none of the other passengers seemed to mind. They were all watching the in flight movie which was some goofy romantic comedy where girl ends up going for the douchebag instead of the nice guy. Dean didn’t understand how that movie could keep their attention even when the plane was jumping around like it was possessed.

“Do you see what I see? The truth is an offence,” Dean heard Castiel begin to sing.

“Dude, is that Eye of the Beholder? You know the lyrics to a Metallica song?”

“You are nervous. You hum Metallica when you are nervous, so I tried to learn the words to a few of their songs. You are my charge and it is my job to see to your comfort.”

Castiel looked away sheepishly. Dean grinned and gripped Castiel’s hand.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Hey! Do you know Enter Sandman?”

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

House MD, Cuddy/Cameron, flight to conference is delayed

[anthimeriate.livejournal.com]

Dollhouse, Adelle/Claire, "We're on a plane. The only way we can possibly escape him now is the bathroom."

[gsr-rocks.livejournal.com]

(Something about this prompt captured my muse and once I started writing, I couldn't really stop. Divided between two comments.)

“Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike flying?” Claire asked through gritted teeth. She closed her eyes and exhaled slowly as the plane leveled off.

Next to her, Adelle seemed perfectly content. She had clasped her hands in her lap and was watching the people around them: mostly business people in expensive suits typing away on their laptops but from their row, they could see into the next cabin and Adelle was occupied by a family already struggling to keep their toddler entertained. She gave no indication that she had heard Claire and the young doctor nearly groaned in frustration. “Why don’t you like to fly?” Adelle inquired, her eyes still roaming the cabins.

“Being almost seven miles in the air is not how I like to spend my time.” The plane hit a pocket of turbulence and Claire dug her fingernails into the arm rest.

Adelle finally redirected her attention to Claire but the eye contact only inspired confusion for the young doctor. “Do you see the man five rows in front of us?” Adelle’s voice had been lowered to a conspiratorial whisper.

“Of course, I just love craning my neck to see every other person in the cabin.” The sarcasm came as a surprise to both women and Claire felt bad for being so bitter with her boss. She leaned in front of Adelle and caught a glimpse of a sharply dressed man ordering another flute of champagne from the attendant. “I see him.”

Adelle nudged Claire shoulder and the younger woman returned to sitting normally in her own seat. “It’s Clive Ambrose.”

“What?” Claire’s voice turned shrill and the people behind them shushed her, bringing a dull red tint to her cheeks. “He’s on the flight with us?”

The older woman looked again and caught sight of his profile. She nodded quickly and faced Claire as her eyes widened. “He’s coming this way.”

Claire was panicked for reasons entirely different than her boss. She disliked Ambrose for his supreme immorality and the way he flaunted the fact that his money kept the Dollhouse running, meaning that Adelle had to be nice to him if she valued her life. And while Adelle was not exactly high on her list of people she enjoyed being around, she was much closer to the top than Ambrose. Her thoughts and heart raced as she tried to come up with a way to get them out of talking to him.

“We’re on a plane. The only way we can possibly escape him now is the bathroom,” she murmured.

Adelle accepted that as their plan at once. She grabbed Claire’s hand and tugged her out of the seat and into the aisle. The faces were a blur as Adelle led the way to the tiny bathrooms and the first problem with their plan struck Claire as the older woman opened the door.

“These bathrooms are—“ She didn’t have time to finish as Adelle shoved her in and followed. The lock clicked and Adelle pressed her ear against the plastic of the door, although Claire couldn’t discern what she could possibly be listening for.

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

He doesn't like to look at her much anymore and she can understand completely why. Hardly glances her way even when she almost falls from her horse, distraught from nightmares that plague her mind.

She should feel sympathy for him, the boy who was thrown away, but all she feels is revulsion for the king who betrayed them all.

He doesn't like to look at her anymore, his mouth harsh upon her own. Her nails dig into his back, lips open in breathless gasp.
They sit around the fire, her knees drawn up to her chest, teeth worrying red lips.

"You could always go back you know, talk of enchantments and such," she whispers into ragged silk, long stained by forest floor. She chances a look at him, dreading the reply.

She's not sure she could survive without him, that hardly matters, she doesn't want to be without him ever. He shakes his head, dark circles thrown into stark contrast from blooming fire.

"I couldn't leave you Morgana, ever," he murmurs as she allows a small smile to brush across her face.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jared/Misha, make sure to pack enough underwear

[lizzielizzie.livejournal.com]

Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Goren/Eames, someone doesn't deal well with turbulence...

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, traveling the world to find Bruce

Chasing Shadows

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

Waking with the sun, despite himself, Tim slips out of the bed in the hotel suite and slips on a gray t-shirt and sweats, runs a hand through his sleep-mussed hair. It's getting too long, but who cares, anyway?

After a quick trip to the bathroom, he wanders back out to find Jason on the balcony, leaning over the balustrade and smoking, wearing a pair of dark jeans and absolutely nothing else, the criss-cross of scars on his back and arms standing out against pale skin in the early light. Not daring to disturb his solitude, Tim just hovers in the open doorway, watching his brother and traveling companion as Jay looks out over the city and takes long drags of his cigarette.

He still can't quite figure out why Jason decided to join him on this trip. To help him search for Bruce, obviously, but for what other purposes remained to be seen. Revenge? Maybe. Reconciliation? Also possible. Or perhaps he was just as scared as Tim, wanting only to find his surrogate father alive and well. Who knew? It could be all of the above, or none of the above. Point was, Jason hasn't exactly been talkative since they left Gotham three weeks ago.

Tim supposes he can't blame him. He hasn't really said much in that time, either.

Looking past Jason then, he gazes out over the city himself. Cairo. It's hot, dry, and dusty, all sorts of rich, earthy colors everywhere, and already baking with the morning sun. The last time he was here was with Bruce and Dick, on their year-long trip for Bruce to find himself. And wasn't that the most ironic thing ever?

Things were so different then. With Dick... it was all about using the Wayne influence to make connections and have a good time while Bruce did his thing. Now, with Jason, it's all work, trading in the Bat's influence, chasing a ghost--no, a shadow--through the grimy alleys of city after city. And with Gotham taken care of, with Dick in the cowl and Damien at his side, Tim doesn't feel so bad about leaving this time. He's free to do what needs to be done, to follow his instincts and bring Bruce home, and really, he prefers it this way.

"You just gonna stand there staring all morning?"

Torn out of his reverie, Tim refocuses to find Jason looking back at him with an intense, blue gaze, cigarette discarded and his hair curling just barely over his eyes.

"Just thinking," he says after a moment, averting his own gaze and running a hand through his hair again.

One corner of Jay's mouth pulls up in a slight smirk. "So what else is new? You wanna get breakfast?"

Tim nods minutely. "Sure. I could use some coffee."

"You and me, both." Stepping across the balcony, Jason slides past him back into the suite, the scents of menthol, tobacco, and clean sweat lingering, and he calls over his shoulder, "Come on, we have work to do."

Following, Tim can't help but be glad Jason came with him, despite their history. He won't admit it out loud, but they make a much better team than he and Dick ever did. Working with Jay, he's certain they'll find Bruce soon, and along the way, maybe even find themselves and each other.

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wish you were here - gennish, PGish, future!fic

[tigriswolf]

Dean lets Castiel drive and just stares out the window, at the world that still exists, happy and healthy, because of the man who should be sitting shotgun.

It'd be quicker if they took a plane. Or Castiel flew them with his non-fluffy cherub wings.

But it wouldn't be right. Dean remembers when they were kids, how much Sammy liked the stupid touristy stuff they so rarely ever got to do. Dad had always had a mission, an objective. The tourist-trap crap never fell into that. And then when it was just him and Sam, they had no time.

So he and Castiel will stop at every damned thing until they reach Jessica's grave, and then Dean will bury Sam's bracelet with her.

And then... Dean stares out the window. He doesn't know what he'll do then.

In his periphery, Dean sees Castiel stretch out a hand, reaching to touch him. He jerks away.

Castiel drops his hand and turns up the music.

[cloudyjenn.livejournal.com]

CWrps, Jeff/Jensen, horseback riding

Star Trek, Kirk/McCoy, R&R Doctor's orders

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Bones, I’m serious, I’m fine…”

“How many times have you fallen asleep on the bridge now?”

“….. five. But that doesn’t mean I need sick leave.”

“I didn’t say you needed sick leave. I said I was signing you off for two weeks personal leave on the nearest resort world.”

“…”

“I assume that that expression means you just changed your mind?”

“Uh… yeah. Which resort world, exactly?”

“Whichever we’re closest to… okay, Jim, when I said “rest and relaxation” I did mean actual rest, you know?”

“Oh, we won’t being doing anything strenuous at all, stop worrying.”

“We?”

“Yeah, I think maybe the whole crew could do with a break. Couple weeks on a beach somewhere, lots of those drinks with the umbrellas in, should get everyone nicely rested, don’t you think?

“...”

“I thought you’d agree. Good to know we’re on the same page.”

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, + Chief Vick, "The prisoner escaped from you on the plane?"

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Her outward appearance was professional as always. But her eyes were very clearly saying "You have got to be shitting me."

"We were in the other room for just a second," Shawn said.

"I take full responsibility, Chief," Lassiter said solemnly.

Shawn jumped in, "No, it was my fault. Sometimes I need a little help in the restroom. It's not what you think - they had one of those big-boy sinks."

"Wait, he parachuted out because you two were in the bathroom together? Doing what?!" Karen demanded, gazing at them both hard.

Lassiter turned bright red as he looked at the floor. Shawn looked at her brazenly, smiling, before her angry stare made him look around the room casually, as if he were just now noticing there was furniture in the room.

"Well, I hope it was worth it because you're both suspended for a month!"

"Yes, Chief."

On their way out, Shawn told him, "By the way, Lassie? TOTALLY worth it."

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

Charmed, Wyatt/Chris, magically going on vacation somewhere

lions and witches, oh my - gen, PG

[tigriswolf]

"Look, I'm not sure this is such a good idea," Chris says right before they go. "Wyatt, we could change everything!"

Wyatt scoffs. "You know us better than that, Chris. C'mon. Don’t you want to get away from demons for awhile?"

"Well, yeah." Chris glances at the portal. "And it'd be fascinating..." He shakes his head. "No! It's too dangerous."

"You didn't think that last month when we planned it," Wyatt says, crossing his arms. He’s not pouting, but it’s a close thing. “It’ll be fun. We won’t change their culture or set ourselves up as gods. We’ll just be tourists.”

Chris bites his lip. “Do you… do you really think he’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Chris,” Wyatt tells him, waving the portal open. “I’m pretty sure Aslan’ll show up to check on us.” It’d be the smart thing to do.

Wyatt went through first, reaching back to pull Chris after him.

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Rose (Ten/Rose), "I freakin' traveled from a parallel universe without bending the space-time continuum, and I get arrested?"

Yeah, most likely will be AU.

[restlessme.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean, Hell

[rhiannon-wing.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker (Younger preferably), Riding the Rails, (Train hopping)

[angel-gidget.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jack Drake, In an attempt to bond with Tim, Jack tries to take his son on an excavation with him. Tries.

[angel-gidget.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim/Cassie, Taking time to enjoy cities traveled

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Milagro Reyes/Lian Harper, Space adventures

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

"I'm totally keeping one of these. If Jaime's allowed to have an alien bug in his spine, I get to have a puffball from Odym."

Milagro snuggled the furry little animal that made its home on the Blue Lantern planet as Lian looked on with amusement.

"Do you even know what they eat? Or that they're not actually some kind of plague animal that's going to eat Earth?" Lian laughed, then scratched the little animal behind the ears. "They are really cute, though."

"Earth's got like 50 alien species on it by now. What's one more?" Milagro giggled. "So, didn't we actually have some mission we wanted to accomplish here before I found this little guy? I can't remember."

Lian looked at her ledger. "The blue lanterns are about to begin their search for the Blue Lantern of 2814, and we're supposed to submit a list of candidates." She waved a file that the Teen Titans gave them. "Looks like a good list overall, but Ganthet and Sayd wanted to break it down. I don't know why they sent us instead of Kyle or one of the other GLs, but they actually requested us by name. Kind of weird."

"Yeah, I mean, we're just two non-powered heroes. What would the Blue Lanterns want with - " Lian suddenly looked up and saw a Blue Lantern ring hovering overhead, moving with her as she stepped from side to side. "...us."

Lian slipped her hand in Milagro's as her girlfriend stared up in shock. "I think I can make a guess."

"...Oh, Jaime is going to be so jealous. Awesome."