Thursday: Believed Dead

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Yes, it's still me, draycevixen

Today's theme is about those believed dead, those believed to be dying, etc. Doesn't mean you can't have a happy ending... or not, as you please. :D

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.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or 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...
Person of Interest, John Reese/Harold Finch, when he'd believed John was dead he'd had to face some hard truths
Forever, Henry Morgan +/ any, he's seen so many people grieve for him
Kingsman (The Secret Service), Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Harry lives

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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.

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (Comics), Damian Wayne/Jason Todd,

Breathe into me and make me real
Bring me to life

(I'd prefer if Damian was no younger than 15, please!)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batgirl (2009 run), Steph Brown +/ Any, I'm not dead just floating

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Vampire Babylon - Chris Marie Green, Any, being turned at the moment of death

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Grayson (Comics), Dick Grayson/Tiger, die another day

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Kara Danvers/Maxwell Lord, What do we say to the god of Death?

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, John Reese/Harold Finch, when he'd believed John was dead he'd had to face some hard truths

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Forever, Henry Morgan +/ any, he's seen so many people grieve for him

[draycevixen.livejournal.com]

Kingsman (The Secret Service), Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Harry lives

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Beth Greene/Daryl Dixon, Beth shows up in Alexandria

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, she is believed killed in an attack (but isn't?)

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, returning years later

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, the attack was fatal...he/she just hasn't died yet

Fill

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time (Neal Cassidy)

This is his last breath, stretched over weeks and months and his father's stubbornness. This is the last beat of his heart, though it doesn't beat in his own chest anymore. This is not life, yet neither is it death - a careful balance, held together by the power of the Dark One and fed by the deterioration of his very sanity..

It's his father's love, too desperate to keep him close, too willing to sacrifice anything for his son's sake...

Too futile, in the end.

Because here in this limbo, Neal understands what his father would refuse to accept: there is no salvation for him. There won't be a loophole he can squeeze through. True Love's kiss is useless when there's no curse holding him.

The moment he leaves the safety of his father's binding spell, his life will be forfeit.

It already is.

"It's all right, Papa," he wants to tell his father, if there was a way he could communicate with him. But they might as well be worlds apart again.

A body can only be ruled by one mind, and the original owner holds precedence, no matter that his mind is being torn and splintered further open with every day that passes. And Neal, the beloved splinter, only manages to break through occasionally, when his father is at his weakest, and once he surfaces, it's only him and his father is nowhere to be found.

"You can let go now," he would say as well.

This time it is he who would break his father's hold on him, and gladly fall to his fate. He is ready now, because this is not a solution, but a heartbreak held in pause for too long. Life needs to go on. His father needs all his wits if he has a hope to escape Zelena, instead of grasping at the clues scattered among the shards of what used to be the smartest mind.

Neal needs to go. "And that's okay, Papa," he whispers, hoping it will reach his father somehow.

It doesn't, of course.

But the moment he has a chance to cut himself off, he will take it. He won't blame anybody, not even himself. He made his choice, and now he accepts the exchange he unwittingly made at the Vault.

He finally understands what it's like, to make a deal you don't understand for the sake of someone you love.

In the end, he proved to be his father's son - and Neal doesn't regret that anymore.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Steve Rogers/Darcy Lewis, watching their funeral

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson +/ Jack O'Neill, going shopping after so-they-thought-you-were-dead-and-got-rid-of-your-stuff...again.

Fill. Stargate: SG-1, Jack O'Neill/Daniel Jackson, pre-relationship.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Melinda had seen the man several times over the preceding years, always accompanied by another, older gentleman who always handed an Air Force issued credit card to the cashier at the end of the shopping trip.

The man would come in and inevitably, he would beeline first for the men's clothing section where his cart would soon be filled with an entire wardrobe's worth of goods, then, with the older gentleman pushing the cart, the man would head for housewares. There, he would pick out the regular accoutrements of a bachelor's kitchen: microwave, toaster oven, one of the more expensive coffee machines.

And odd as it always was, what had actually caught Melinda's attention was the conversations that would take place between the pair.

“Just once... just once, I would like it if everyone waited more than five minutes.”

“Hey, you went a whole year that time. You expect Command to put up rent for an entire year?”

“I expect them to give me more than a week!”

“Oh, come on, Danny. What do you expect? You keep getting into these states and one of these times, it's gonna stick.”

The man stopped, putting the can opener he was holding back down, cocked his head to the side and asked, “Jack, are you, I don't know, worried about that?”

The older gentleman shrugged and picked a bottle opener off one of the pegs; he tossed it in the cart and heaved the thing forward, walking by the man who put a hand on the other's shoulder and asked, “Jack?”

“Picture frames. You always forget them.”

The man sighed, his mouth twisting in a lopsided, frustrated smile, and as Jack started comparing frames, turned to follow.

Shortly thereafter they checked out, the ubiquitous credit card swiped and signed for, and Melinda looked forward to the next time she'd see the pair. That was, however, the last time she would.

(A few years later, during coffee with her friend Haven, the one who managed the storage facility in town, she learned why:

“And the younger guy, he's bitching about getting the moving truck tells the other guy, think his name is Jack, that they should just start storing everything at his house.” Haven smirked. “My gaydar was pinging so hard.”)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, grief leads to an unhealthy drive for vengeance

FILL: Saiyuki, Cho Gonou

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

On that day when Gonou returned from work and saw the state of his home, a shudder ran through the universe, and it shifted in a way that would leave him forever changed.

The townspeople were quick with excuses.

- We never would have been able to fight them.

- They would have killed us all if we didn’t give them one.

- I couldn’t let them take MY daughter.

They will come to wish they had. Gonou promised himself, and then his fate was sealed.

The journey to the Centipede Demon’s castle was long and precarious, but with the fire for vengeance consuming his soul, Gonou barely noticed.

Upon reaching his destination, Gonou unleashed his method of revenge on a thousand inhabitants, ignoring their screams of agony and pleading for mercy.

And in the end, it still wasn’t enough.

Kanan was unsavable, at least in her eyes.

Then Gonou met his own version of death amongst the prison cells, when another looking for revenge appeared from the shadows and sacrificed himself to vengeance.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, reaction when one of them was believed dead/missing and unexpectedly returns

Fill SGA/Dollhouse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The McShep isn't quite there yet (sorry!), but here you go: All That Mattered (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/28293.html").

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, unable to let go

Not a fill yet

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

You can bet I will be all over this foxtrot style :)

[iceybreath.livejournal.com]

Pokemon, Augustine Sycamore/Lysandre, Lysandre turns up alive and Sycamore doesn't know how to feel about it

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, turns out he isn't dead. He's a politcal prisoner of The First Order

Fill

[dreammaidenn.livejournal.com]

Leia has not only mourned the man she met long ago almost by chance, the scoundrel who became her love. But also their child. Losing Han and Ben at the same time leaves her empty. One lost to the hands of death, the other to the Dark Side. She goes through the motions even when around her there's chaos and work to be done. She has to oversee and command and does it with precision trying to keep a grip on her new reality.

One where hope of getting them back has been extinguished. Waiting is no longer an option. Looking between the stars to catch a glimpse of their return is nothing but the mad dream of a foolish woman with a broken heart.

Soldiers, pilots, friends gather around her one morning amidst a wave of restlessness shaking the base. Demanding voices asking, shouting. Perplexed faces amongst the crowd. Leia doesn't know what's happening, what the uproar is about or why everyone keeps giving her these particular look like she ought to be the one in the middle of it all, calming the crowd down. Speaking.

It isn't until someone finally mentions findings about the First Order having a new base of operations, and the rumor that Han Solo has been taken prisoner still alive for whatever purpose or reason the Order has, that things click for Leia.

Her hope is instantly rekindled with that piece of information. They can still be brought back home. Back to her, safely into her embrace.

Leia finally gets up from her seat, giving everyone what they wanted and shouting orders, asking for as much information they can give her so she won't have to follow their trail blindly.

It doesn't matter if she has to walk into a militarized zone, she's going to bring back home Han and Ben. Leia has been the resistance for far too long, she's got the fight embedded in her and this time is not the exception. She won't back down without trying.

The order in the Galaxy and in her peace of mind must be restored.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any Whedonverse. any. The villain brags that he's killed the hero(ine).

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffyeverse. Buffy Summers. "I was dead for a couple minutes the first time, then for a few months... I believe in dipping my toes in the water before diving in."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffyverse (BtVS and/or AtS). any & any (or any/any). News of character A's death reach character B.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any book. any & any (or any/any). S/he won't believe s/he is dead.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "You're too stubborn to die now, do you hear me!"

Fill 1/2: Hawaii Five-0, Danny Williams/Steve McGarrett

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Danny wasn’t conscious of anything happening around him. It was all just jumbled background noise, though on some level he knew Chin and Kono were wrapping things up. He only had eyes for Steve, and the blood leaking over his hands where he had them pressed to Steve’s side, and the blood on Steve’s lips as he struggled to breathe.

“Stay with me, Steve!” he said, aware that the words were too loud, too desperate. He should be exuding confidence and calm, but his heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were shaking as he tried to keep Steve alive.

Danny startled when Kono put her hand on his shoulder. “I hear the ambulance, Danny. They’re close.”

Not close enough. Steve’s struggles were getting weaker, and there were tears sliding down his face, and he looked terrified. Steve should never look that way. Danny leaned in close, pressed a fierce, desperate kiss to Steve’s bloody lips.

“You’re too stubborn to die, do you hear me? I won’t allow it, Steven.”

Steve looked like he wanted to say something, and his hand was scrabbling at Danny’s as he pressed…hard, harder, there was too much blood. But just as the ambulance pulled up Steve gasped one last breath and went limp.

“No! No, Steve. Steve!”

It took both Chin and Kono to pull Danny out of the way so that the EMTs could do their job. He sat in the dirt, staring blindly at Steve’s blood on his hands. He felt hollowed out. Empty.

“I’ve got a pulse.”

Danny’s head whipped up at those words.

“Let’s load him up.”

The EMTs bundled Steve into the ambulance, but there wasn’t room for Danny. Not with Steve’s connection to the world being so fragile still.

“I’m coming, babe! I’ll be right behind you!” Danny shouted as the ambulance doors closed and the vehicle sped away, siren wailing.

“I’ll drive you,” Kono said, tossing her car keys to Chin.

Danny only paused long enough to pull a towel out of the trunk, and then spent the drive to the hospital trying to get the blood off his hands while simultaneously offering up prayers to any god that wanted to listen.

“He’ll be okay,” Kono said, brushing the tears off her face while she drove. “The boss is tough. He’ll pull through this.”

Danny wanted to believe. Steve had always been preternaturally un-killable. He’d survived things no normal person should have been able to. But this time…this time was different. He’d stopped breathing. The life had drained out of him, Danny had felt it go, felt it slipping through his fingers.

It felt like the end of everything.

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Kingsman: The Secret Service, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin, Eggsy's the one that gets shot in the head/assumed dead and Harry...doesn't take it as well as Eggsy did.

FILL: Kingsman: The Secret Service, Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin 1/2

[wynnebat]

Arthur finds a way to deal with his least favorite candidate. Eggsy finds himself in Kentucky, much less experienced, much less armed, and much luckier than Harry would've been.

The triumph in Arthur's eyes is worse than failing the final test. There's pity there, too, because Arthur's the worst kind of elitist. Probably doesn't even believe Eggsy's fit to shine his shoes, Eggsy thinks, resisting the urge to clock the man. It wouldn't be gentlemanly, but it would be fucking satisfying.

"I knew couldn't make it," Arthur tells him.

Eggsy considers punching him anyway. What the hell kind of place is this, where the closest thing he's got to a best mate and--mentor, father's friend, man with a great ass, whatever Harry is to him--have killed innocent animals just to get a place at its table.

He's halfway across the room when Arthur says, "I never said this was the end of your candidacy."

Eggsy turns around. "What do you mean? Roxy shot her dog." A cute, fluffy thing already four times the size of JB. Fuck, he hadn't realized she was that ruthless. "She won."

"She earned the right to the Lancelot name, yes. But that's not the only vacancy we have. Kingsman employs a number of regular agents. It's less glamorous, but no less interesting a job. You could even perform missions with Galahad, if support is required."

Nothing ever comes free. Especially not when it's a man who's disliked him from day one doing the offering. "What do you want me to do for it?"

"You'll undergo a recruitment test, so to speak. Nothing like all the Lancelot trials. We know your skills well by now. No, your task is to attend a meeting of a group that's been worrying Kingsman quite a bit lately, and record everything you see for Merlin to analyze."

"What, like a mafia group?"

"Something like that."

For a moment, Eggsy really considers saying no. But then he thinks of Harry's disappointed face. Eggsy's got nothing to prove; Harry's seen him at his worst and still thought he was someone worthwhile. He wants to, though. He wants a place in this awful place. Arthur's got to die of old age eventually, anyway. Maybe the next director will consider abolishing the dog-killing and creating some extra seats. In the meantime, he could actually spend some time with Harry instead of lurking around his hospital room. He'd known a comatose Harry longer than a conscious one. He'd like to change that.

He spits out his pride and says, "Yeah. I can do it."

"Excellent. You'll be leaving immediately."

And it's not that Eggsy's an idiot. This all seems too easy, too lucky, but Arthur quickly packs him for the United States with a pamphlet for a weirdo church group and a "Good luck, agent-in-training."

.

Hours later, collapsed in a pool of his own and other people's blood, Eggsy curses Arthur with every possible horrible fate. He'd tried to get out, he had, but between the anger pounding through his head and the surprising number of knives people had brought into the church, he'd only lasted a couple minutes before he was brought down by two men. They'd subsequently killed each other, but Eggsy can't even take comfort in that.

He tries to call for help through his glasses, but nothing's come up on his screen in over an hour.

Crappy way to die, this is.

Would be nice if Harry were here. Not dying with him, but just here. Eggsy wouldn't mind it at all.