Tuesday: AU/AR

[tigriswolf]

Hullo, everyone, I'm still tigriswolf and today's theme is Alternate Universe or Reality.

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.
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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

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author's choice, author's choice, (soulmark AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you are on your skin at birth) [pronoun] has "Don't forget the milk" wrapped around their wrist.


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[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, (soulmark AU where the last words your soulmate will say to you are on your skin at birth) [pronoun] has "Don't forget the milk" wrapped around their wrist.

Fill: The Faculty - Casey Connor & Zeke Tyler

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(notice: sorry, accidentally I've changed the prompt a bit and the mark is only visible after the soulmate died. I hope it is okay anyway)

Zeke noticed his pale face and his reddened eyes the moment he entered the school.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

The boy just shrugged and tried to escape him, no willing to talk. But Zeke was determined to stick to his guns. He grabbed for his arm and he noticed it.

The mark! 'Don't forget the milk.' As strange as Casey was but the answer for his behaviour lately. He had lost his soulmate. Casey had had a soulmate? Hard to believe. Zeke had always been sure that the boy was as alone as he was, not willing to share his life, his fate with someone else.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

Casey jerked his hand away and tried to hide it; annoyed he stared at Zeke.
"Why do you care? That's none of your business!"
Tears were sparkling in his eyes and though Zeke usually wasn't a very compassionate guy, he couldn't help it. He pulled Casey into his arms.

"Hey, it's okay. I understand, it's always hard to lose someone who was so close to you, but it will get better. I promise."

"What do you know," Casey sniffed.
"You never had a soulmate. My grandma, she was the only one who was able to understand. She did love me just like a was. I always was a loner, I never had friends, even my parents don't care much about me. My dad called my the 'biggest disappointment of his life' once.

My grammy, though, there was this special bond between us. With her, I felt strong. Now I'm lost. I don't even know how to fulfil her last wish."

"The milk?"

"Where do you ..."
Casey looked surprised first, then he remembered.
"Oh, the mark. The milk was for the kitties. She had three of them. My mom hates cats, she won't allow me to bring them home."

He sniffed again. And suddenly everything fell into place as if this was the moment Zeke had always waited for.

"I like kitties," he said.

Casey frowned.
"What do you mean?"

Zeke smiled at him.
"I will take care of them. I also will have a look at you now and then if you let this happen."

"Why should you? You care about no one but yourself."

"Don't ask me about this."
Zeke grabbed for Casey's arm and pulled him to the parking lot.
"C'mon, let us have a look at the kitties; I guess they are waiting for their milk."

He knew, it was too early to tell him the truth: that Casey was the one he had always been waiting for. The only one who could be his soulmate.

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Legends of Tomorrow, Mick Rory/Ray Palmer, role reversal AU where Mick is an inventor/businessman and Ray is the career criminal

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DCAU, Harley Quinn/Wally West, she meets Wally just before she meets the Joker and they fall madly in love instead

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He saves her from an attack by Two-Face. He's not even supposed to be in Gotham, but Batman asked him to cover while he and Superman worked some other earth-shattering case, and when Batman asks you to do something you kind of just say yes.

Her name is Harleen Quinzel, and she's a student at Gotham University, but when Wally carries her to an ambulance to get patched up, she smiles wide and bright and gorgeous and says, "Call me Harley."

"Like the bike?" Wally asks. Harley blows a raspberry at him. She's maybe a little doped up from the pain meds they gave her, or maybe she's just a little left of center because while one of the paramedics is bandaging a pretty hefty gash on her leg, Harley keeps babbling to Wally about her career.

"At first," Harley says, "I thought I'd study super villains. You know, the real crazies."

"And now?" Wally asks.

Harley makes a face. "You still think I want to study super villains after some putz with a coin almost made lunch meat of me?"

"Heh," Wally says. "So what now?"

Harley grins, holds her head up at him. "I was thinking about super heroes."

Wally blushes as bright as his costume.


*


It's not that weird, dating someone while your mask's on. Harley gets a kick out of Wally carrying her all the way to Belize, Vienna, Bejing. He tells her about being the Flash while they sit on the beach and drink daquiris, and Harley shows him she's not just a med student when she starts doing flips and cartwheels on the sand. In her bathing suit.

"I could be your sidekick," Harley says one night. They're on a balcony overlooking Rome, both sleepy and happy and overfed. Harley has pages and pages in her notebook, but she hasn't looked at in for days.

"Hm?" Wally asks.

"You know," Harley says. "Batman has Robin. And Batgirl. And that other one with the stupid hair."

"Nightwing," Wally corrects.

"Right," Harley says. "So, he gets three of them. Shouldn't you get one?"

"Problem there," Wally says. He stands up and moves to where she's leaning over the balcony, kisses her bare shoulder. He gave up on the costume almost a week ago, and Harley giggled and clapped her hands when she saw him. "You're a natural redhead!" she said. "Y'know, so am I."

"You don't have super speed," Wally says now. "How will you keep up?"

"Duh," Harley says. "You'll carry me to crime scenes."

"Harley…" Wally starts. She turns around, wraps her arms around him, and then her legs. She feels perfect against him, and Wally knows he's totally done for.

"Just think about it," she says.

Wally knows he really doesn't have to.

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Star Wars, Kylo Ren | Ben Organa/Luke Skywalker, Ben doesn’t turn to the dark side. He and Luke still have to confront their feelings for each other

FILL: The Future, Before Your Eyes

[endeni]

Well, this has become more something along the lines of "Ben and Luke confronting their feelings for each other so that Ben doesn’t turn to the dark side" but I hope you like anyway. ;)



They're standing in front of each other.

I love you, Ben had said. I-

Ben pressing closer, kissing him.

He shouldn't, Luke thinks. This is wrong, so very wrong.

He stops the boy, puts his hands on Ben's shoulders, pushing him away. Delicately, but firmly.

And then, he's hit by a profound dizziness. Luke's grip shifts so that now he's clinging to Ben in order not to fall down.

Master, he hears distantly, Master!

His vision is swirling. He sees… sees what will happen. Ben, putting on a dreadful black mask, becoming a nightmarish horror. Just like his own father. Sees his students, laying dead on the ground. Han, falling to his death. A wizened figure of a man, half-disfigured and tarnished with hate, laughing.

And, before that, there are his own curt words of rejections, Ben's despair.

Master, he hears Ben's frantic words. Distantly, as if underwater, Master are you well?

Luke closes his eyes, steadying himself against a sudden onset of nausea. Takes a breath.

“Ben,” he says and when he opens his eyes he's relieved to actually see his nephew in front of him.

“Master,” the boy says, worried, still half-terrified.

“I'm fine,” Luke says, “just a dizzy spell.” And then, because he has to, even if he's a coward, he strengthens up, takes Ben's hands into his. He feels corrupt, obscene. But he won't fight his feelings. Not this time, not if the cost is so much suffering and destruction. He looks at him and says: “I love you too, my dear boy. More than anything, more than anyone in this galaxy.” There, he's said it.

For a moment, he feels tempted to simply give in to his selfishness. To put one of his hands on Ben's flushed cheeks and lean in.

“But we can't do this. I can't do this to Han and Leia,” he says. “You're my dear Ben,” he says again, because he has to understand, he has to. “Please, my boy, forgive me.”

Luke grips him into a tight embrace, the temptation of kissing him again is too strong. “Please, try to understand,” he says against his neck. Don't give in into your hate, he thinks. Stay with me.

“I love you,” he repeats. “But I can't. We can't.”

He waits a moment to gather his resolve. Then, he lets go. He looks at the boy. He's still silent but his dark, mobile eyes show a complex tangle of emotion. Wariness, happiness, sadness. There are tears trapped between his lashes. Luke wants to wipe them away. He ruthlessly pushes away the thought. It's hard. After having given himself permission to have this much, it's hard to go back. But he can do it. He must.

“I am,” the boy says. “With you. I'm always going to be with you,” an unsteady smile on his lips. “If you want.”

“Yes.” Luke says, smiling a tentative smile of his own. He feels tears rising to his own eyes. “Yes, I'd very much like that, my boy.”

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Green Lantern (comics), Thaal Sinestro/Hal Jordan, role reversal AU where Sinestro is the rookie and Hal is his teacher

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DCU, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne, Harry Potter AU

filled - idek

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When Bruce was ten years old they put the Sorting Hat on his head and he didn't flinch. He didn't offer pleas under his breath for a certain house. He knew who he was and what he would always be. He was confident the Hat would choose the right house for him.

He's always been certain of things. He was certain he was a wizard the first time he dreamt of his parents while awake. He was certain he would get his Hogwarts letter in the mail. He was certain he would become head boy.

Hal smashes all of that certainty into pieces. Hal taunts him with hexes and charms that make him bluster and blush and look a fool in front of everyone. Hal hides his textbooks and plays keep away with his crystal ball and pours things into his cauldron when he's not looking.

Hal sits with him by the lake on the anniversary of his parents' death and doesn't say anything.

There's a comfort in being certain, Bruce realizes, but when Hal drags him into an alcove and kisses him on the last night before Christmas hols, Bruce understands that uncertainty also has it's place.

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x-files; Fox Mulder / Dana Scully; Mulder is worried: Is Scully one of the Aliens he is fighting?

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Stargate: Atlantis, any+/any, they encountered [villain choice] before they ever found out about the wraith.

Fill: the good of the one- John Sheppard & Elizabeth Weir

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They haven't been in the Pegasus Galaxy for 24 hours and already this mission was already a disaster. The Shield holding the city up was on the verge of collapsing. There were possibly allies brought into the city, despite Atlantis was the verge of destruction. Colonel Sumner had died from an attack from an unknown group of millitary people, leaving them vulnerable, and now as Elizabeth stared at a video feed in horror...the same men who killed Colonel Sumner were now holding Major John Sheppard hostage.

Elizabeth kept herself calm and steady as she looked at the screen, blocking out the sounds of Rodney's horrified shrieking that they were losing power. John was beaten. One of his eyes were black and swollen. His hands bound above him to a beam with a heavy rope. His lip already beating. But Elizabeth's attention was focused on the knife at John's throat.

"I am Commander Kolya of the Genii," John's captor had said, "your people tresspassed on our lands and threatened our security, we spared Major Sheppard over here when he told us you were in the city of the ancients."

Elizabeth had to admit Kolya was charismatic as he was frightening, with a low and deep voice and a charming smile which could almost mask the sadism the man conveyed. Had he not been a millitary officer as it seemed for the uniform, she would have mistaken him for one of the many diplomats she spoke to.

"But our mercy won't last for long," Kolya said furrowing his brow as he pressed the knife a little closer to John's throat causing the Major to close his eyes. Elizabeth for a moment felt his terror coursing through her spine, an empathy, a closeness...something that was dangerous to think about with a fiancee waiting at home. She shook it off and kept to the screen, "After the transmission we will give you an hour to decide whether not you want to make our demands or have Major Sheppard suffer the same fate as your now dearly departed men."

Elizabeth took a deep breath.

"What is your demand Commander?" She asked.

"You are in the city of the ancients anything that could advance our people positively," Kolya said, "if you are willing not to sacrafice that then you forfeit the life of Major Sheppard...you have one hour to decide."

Before Elizabeth had time to answer the screen went dead and the Gate shut off. She stood there, shoulders squared, breathing heavily, tense.

"We can't just give him what he wants," Rodney said panicking, "The city is about to sink."

"I know..." Elizabeth said turning her head to Rodney, "which is why I am mounting a rescue mission, see if you could pick out an address."

Rodney's protests were drowned out as she called the various military men in the city to grab their weapons. In normal circumstances Elizabeth Weir wouldn't make sure a risky move to save one man in such a chaotic situation but this time it was different.

Her personal feelings for John Sheppard that were building aside, they were out manned and gunned and about to have no home. With men like Commander Kolya out there, they couldn't risk losing someone as skilled and as savy with alien technology as Major Sheppard.

It was the one case where the good of the one weighed as good as the many. With Colonel Sumner gone, Major John Sheppard was the only hope they had left to keep her people safe.

[[Hope you enjoyed if you guys like you will get a sequel!]]

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Harry Potter, Harry Potter+/Draco Malfoy, he never made it to Hogwarts.

Fill 1/2: Harry never made it to Hogwarts

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Harry's life is weird. He accepts it. Mum has a love-hate relationship with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, mostly hate, but love enough that Harry and Mum have somewhere to go for Easter and Christmas dinner twice a year. Mum never talks about Dad, how he died or why Harry's never met any of his family, and she never lets Harry meet her boyfriend. He's seen the bloke once or twice, tall, dark-haired, hook-nosed, looks pretty rough, always glares at Harry, but they never speak to each other, and Harry knows when Sev comes around, he needs to get out of the way. Harry has broken telekinesis, uses it accidentally when he's upset or tired. Mum's telekinesis is much better, but she never does anything fun with it, only uses it to fix what Harry's accident-ed all over.

Harry tries to make his life as normal as possible. Plays footie with the other lads after school. Buys a guitar from a pawn shop with the money he earns from delivering newspapers early in the morning. He learns to play old songs from The Clash and The Who, the Birds and The Beatles. Mum has a pretty epic collection of old records lying around. The first time he gets into them she goes utterly pear-shaped, but then she gets this look in her eyes, all sad, like she's thinking of Dad, and lets him have them.

There are really only two rules in his life: tell everyone his name's Harry Evan (not that hard, she signed him up for school that way) and never show anyone his scar. His teachers despair over the messiness of his hair, but after the headmaster corralled Harry into his office and attacked his hair with a comb ineffectually for half an hour, the man admitted defeat and unfortunate genetics and let Harry and his hair go.

So when Harry's on his way to the park one night, skirting past Skinner's End where cranky Aunt Eileen used to live before she died, he's only vaguely surprised when the door flies open and this skinny kid with white-blond hair comes tearing down the steps. He's crying like a girl and is wearing a funny black dress.

Harry tries to step out of his way. Magically, the kid doesn't trip on his dress. Instead he trips over his own feet because he's crying so hard and can't see that the pavement is so cracked it's a broken ankle waiting to happen. The kid sprawls in the dirt and continues to sob.

Harry mostly keeps to himself, but Mum always told him to be nice. He ambles over cautiously, ready to run or take a swing at the kid if the kid proves unfriendly or dangerous. "Hey, kid, you all right?"

The kid heaves himself up onto his knees and glares imperiously, which is impressive, given how his face is streaked with dirt and tears. He's about Harry's age. Sixteen. "I am not a baby goat," he snaps, and he's got an accent. Bloody toff, he is. He looks Harry up and down with disdain. "And you're barely older than me."

Harry raises one hand in a gesture of surrender. "No offense meant. Just...you look like you're in a bad way."

The kid pushes himself to his feet, dusts himself off. Then he looks Harry up and down in a different way, like Harry's fascinating. Maybe he's one of those home-school kids whose parents think they're still in the dark ages. Funny dress-robes would make sense that way.

"I am fine," he says, which is a lie and they both know it, but Harry won't deny the kid the chance to reclaim his dignity. "A Malfoy is composed and dignified at all times."

Harry barely manages not to snort derisively. "Malfoy, eh? That your name?" He offers a hand. "Evans. Harry Evans."

"Draco Malfoy." He takes Harry's hand and, instead of shaking it, actually bows over it.

"Nice to meet you," Harry says blankly, because Mum raised him with manners, but this is downright bizarre. "Look, word of advice, if you don't want to end up with a black eye by the end of your first day here, you might want to see about getting some different clothes. I'm easy-going, but some of the other lads around here don't take too well when someone's...different." He'd tried, once, to tell Kevin Conroy about his telekinesis, back in year two, and it hadn't gone well, so he'd never mentioned it again, and everyone pretended it hadn't happened (least of all Kevin Conroy, because Harry had blackened his eye pretty thoroughly).

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Person Of Interest, Carl Elias/ Anthony "Scarface" Marconi, Anthony is the Don, Carl is his right hand man.

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester + Sam Winchester (sort of), He never had a baby brother; Sam is essentially a projection of Dean's own conscience.

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It happened again near the end. Dean's hands were slippery with blood, his breath was burning in his lungs and there was sweat dripping in his eyes. And there was no way in hell he was letting the last one get away.

It wasn't a long chase. With the fire on the floor above, and three arrows in its chest, the vampire was freaked and slowed enough for Dean to catch up easily. He kicked it in the back of the knee, forcing it down and into a better position for a strike.

Which was when it happened. Again. Like last time, everything around Dean froze, leaving him in a pool of silence. He could feel every notch and ragged edge on the handle of the machete, and the smell of smoke filled his nostrils. In front of him, he could still see the vampire, trying to get one foot to the floor to let it get up and away.

But between Dean and his quarry was someone else. A large figure, at least a foot taller than last time, and broad with it. It stood in Dean's way, not quite blocking his view. Dean shook his head.

"This is not the idea," he said, his voice not much more than a growl. "You know that."

The figure stared at him, impassive. Behind it, Dean could see the vampire better now, and- Oh hell. The thing was barely a kid. Not much more than fourteen, its - his - face caught in an expression of sheer terror. All the vamps here had been like that, running and scattering instead of standing and fighting. It had been weird, Dean had known that from the start.

He hadn't let it stop him though. They were just monsters.

The figure still stood there, although it had crossed its arms.

"What do you expect me to do?" Dean was almost shouting, although the noise of the collapsing building was far away now. "You're not supposed to do this."

Damn Dad and his damn protection spell. Dean should have known it was a bad idea from the start. A little bit of extra luck would have been awesome. Protection from possession? Brilliant. But he didn't need protecting from himself.

Still in the weird, dreamlike silence, the kneeling vampire turned its face towards Dean. There were tear-tracks down its face, cutting through the soot from the fire.

Above it, the figure still stared down at Dean.

"Dammit, Dad," Dean muttered, trying not to meet the figure's eyes. "What did you do to me?" He'd seen what a nest of vampires could do when it went unchecked, and they were on the edge of a small town here. If he hadn't caught wind from a friend of a sister of a friend of a Hunter acquaintance, he never would have come. He'd promised himself he'd make the town safe.

And like his father, he kept his promises.

Shifting his grip on the machete, he lifted it and swung it forwards, deliberately taking it through the standing figure before striking the vampire.

When it was done, when the house had finished smouldering and he was sure nothing was going to walk away, he let himself breathe properly again. As he walked away, he didn't need to look back to know that he was still being watched. At least, he told himself, trying to rub the smoke out of his watering eyes, he'd made it quick.

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Daredevil, Matt Murdock, He wasn't blinded, he was born blind.

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Stargate/ Stargate SG1, Daniel Jackson/ Jack O'Neill, In a world where DADT never existed, Jack makes his interest in the nerdy scientist abundantly clear long before Daniel is almost married to Sha'uri.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay/ John Sheppard, John isn't the only one with the Ancient Gene: Rodney has it too. Unfortunately, Rodney has a nasty reaction every time he attempts to use it.

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Rodney tells everyone he doesn't have the gene. Since he was one of the earliest people involved in working on the Ancient control chair in Antarctica and has never sat in it and Beckett's mouth twists oddly whenever someone mentions giving Rodney the gene therapy, everyone thinks it's true.

John knows it's not. He's seen the shudder that passes through Rodney every time he reaches up to initiate a door lock. Rodney hunches his shoulders against the sensation, the gesture ever so minute that most people don't notice it, but John's a soldier is trained to watch the way people move, assess their threat level. Rodney's not a threat. He's on his way to being a friend, because almost dying to save each other is an excellent basis for friendship, and John doesn't want to see him hurt unnecessarily.

Sometimes John shirks his own duties to keep Rodney company in the lab and act as his human light switch. John has noticed that his light switch duties correspond to times when the rest of the science contingent is mad at Rodney and has left the labs to avoid throwing things at him, but he doesn't say anything, just obeys commands like, "Touch this," and, "Touch it again," and, "Think on," and, "Try thinking at it differently."

It all comes to a head when John is failing to initiate an important device that Rodney is sure will help save dozens of lives in the infirmary. Rodney growls, snatches it from him, presses his palm to it, and it comes to life. A shudder runs through his entire body, and John lunges at him, ready to snatch the device back, because it's hurting him, it's –

No. That's not pain. That's...pleasure. Rodney's eyes squeezed tightly closed, lips parted, flush spreading up his throat. That's –

John's dreamed of seeing that. Has a decade and a half in the military to pretend he never dreams of seeing it, because regs.

Rodney's panting, and John thinks, to hell with it, and he leans over, kisses Rodney, and Rodney kisses him back, and they end up on the floor trying to get into each other's clothes, and John mumbled, "The door," between kisses, and Rodney thinks it locked, which results in him bucking his hips against John's, and when they're finally naked and about to seal the deal, every Ancient device in the lab lights up.

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Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay +/ John Sheppard; Rodney is the loud-mouthed, insubordinate soldier who somehow became military commander of the expedition, and John is the goofily charming, brilliant scientist who somehow ended up on his gate team.

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No fill...yet.

But you better believe I'm all over it! LOL!

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Agents of SHIELD, Melinda May/Phil Coulson, Phil is the one to emerge out of Bahrain as the Cavalry, Melinda is the one who is stabbed by Loki.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, they first meet at summer camp

Fill 1/2

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Rodney is under no delusions: his parents sent him to summer camp in Virginia so they wouldn't have to look at him all day while he wasn't in school. Despite his brief stint in the Fort McMurray Eager Beavers and his subsequent study of its field manual, he's really not the outdoorsy type. He's better suited for pianos and concert halls or the stages of world-class theaters or the laboratories at CERN, not...

Here. Wherever here is. In Virginia, obviously. Up a mountain, surrounded by pine trees, staring at a cluster of log cabins, with his backpack at his feet, and knowing that he's here for two weeks. They will be the longest two weeks of his life. At least Madison got to stay in town with Aunt Martha, who would play with her and bake cookies for her and look the other way when she did higher math and demonstrated that she, too, was smarter than her own parents.

The whole camp thing will be awful, and Rodney will hate it. But then he spots another boy, tall and slender, leaning against a tree, rebel without a cause. He has crazy hair and bright eyes and a goofy little smirk. He's handsome and effortlessly stylish and judging by the way some of the other boys gather around him, he's popular. He's super hot. Rodney hopes they don't end up in a cabin together, because he really couldn't cope.

In the strangest turn of events, super hot boy is named John Sheppard, and he's actually...nice. He's only just met and charmed most of the boys who follow him around, but three of them - Mitch, Dex, Holls - are his best friends, and they want to be Air Force pilots together. John includes Rodney early on, asks questions about his life in Canada, seems genuinely interest in some of the physics Rodney wants to pursue when he's older. He even looks like he might understand some of it, but Rodney knows that's just wishful thinking.

Given John's trendy jeans and impractical Converse sneakers, Rodney expects him to be some kind of city-slicker (hints dropped by his best friends indicate John's family has a lot f money), so Rodney is surprised when John is competent at pretty much everything their camp counselors make them do: tracking, chopping firewood, canoeing, starting campfires, cooking over campfires, archery.

Rodney knows he's in trouble when John gets close up behind him to show him how to hold his bow and arrow properly. Mitch, Dex, and Holls (short for Holland, Rodney learns) are really good shots but not patient enough to help Rodney or any of the other boys who struggle.

So Rodney gets why people like John. He's smart and funny and good-looking, but most of all he's decent. He acquiesces to calling Rodney 'McKay' pretty early on, because Rodney can't help the way he blushes when one of the counselors looked at the roll and said, "Meredith? That can't be right. Maybe someone mixed up registration from the girl's camp." Some of the other boys try to rib Rodney about it, but John stops them by simply calling him McKay after Rodney asks him to.

It's hard to be jealous of the way John's so effortlessly good at everything he tries, because he's so damn nice. He laughs at Rodney's jokes (he's the only one who laughs about Heisenberg being pulled over by a cop) and he picks Rodney first when they play games. When they're in the arts and crafts cabin, John can braid leather like nobody's business. He finishes off his bracelet before everyone else and then, before Rodney knows what's what, reaches out and fastens it around Rodney's wrist.

"There," John says, smiling. "That's better."

Rodney, still fumbling with some hemp and beads, blushes again. "I – I don't have anything for you."

John shrugs. "It's not a contest, McKay."

And when Rodney keeps fumbling, John reaches out and tangles his fingers with Rodney and then Rodney's making an actual bracelet, and together they pick out some beads Madison will like.

That night, after dinner, Rodney hands John his black wristband, the one with Kirk & Spock Forever stitched inside where no one can see.

"What's this for?" John asks, and he's genuinely confused.

"For you," Rodney says.

John grins and puts it on and never takes it off and never tells his three best friends what he has to know is written inside of it.

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NCIS, Leroy Jethro Gibbs/ Anthony DiNozzo, An AU in which DiNozzo never joined the Baltimore PD but still manages to join NCIS... As Abby's lab minion.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Steve is the beleaguered cop that gets saddled with volatile Danny

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Any, Any, adult store AU

Not a fill

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So I might McShep all over this.

Later.

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Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Agents of Shield AU in which Leia takes Phil Coulson's Role and Han takes Melinda May's Role.

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Arrow, Laurel Lance [/ or & any], She was on the Queen's Gambit when it was sabotagued, leaving Oliver to Believe she was dead for all these years.

Laurel/Nyssa

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"You hate being a killer. I can help you," Oliver said, desperation in his voice.

"I don't need your help. I never have."

"You don't have to fear the League. I can help you defeat Nyssa."

Laurel raised a knife to his throat. "You touch Nyssa, and you'll answer to me."

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, Star Wars AU, in which Steve and Danny are Han x Leia [Have fun with this one guys XDD]

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir, Elizabeth is the gruff disgraced military pilot with the ATA Gene, and John's the Expedition leader.

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Elizabeth Weir stepped out of the brig and took her first breath of freedom after the whole messed-up disaster with Holland, and an airman presented her with two documents: the finalization of her divorce from Simon, and her new posting.

She was a single woman, and she'd be guarding a damn door for NORAD in Colorado.

It was a joke posting, but at least she was still in the Air Force, even if she'd probably never lay eyes on the controls of a helicopter again.

She slept through most of the transport back Stateside and to Colorado Springs. To celebrate her newfound singleness and the complete disaster that was her life, she put on tight jeans and a low-cut shirt and went to get a drink at the bar closest to the shabby little apartment the Air Force had procured for her.

She must have been radiating the misery she was feeling, because the bartender looked sympathetic, and most of the men stayed away from her. If she wanted some company, she'd have to be more aggressive. Fine. She'd made major when most of her CO's had been surprised to see her make it to captain. If she wanted something, she'd get it.

There was a man at a pool table in the back, playing against himself. He had wild dark hair and bright eyes of some indescribable color between blue and and green and grey, and he was lean, handsome. Definitely not military, with that hair. So Elizabeth challenged him to a game. She was in no mood to play vulnerable and stupid, so she made shots he thought were impossible, and when the shots were impossible for her, she made sure the next one would be impossible for him.

After three games, he looked her up and down and smiled, said, "I'm impressed."

"Impressed enough to want to get out of here?"

"If you want to," he said.

"I do."

There was irony. He said his name was John; she wasn't sure if she believed him, told him her name was Liz, which she'd never let anyone call her, ever. His apartment was in an expensive building downtown, complete with a uniformed doorman who called him Sir. Elizabeth didn't bother to do much more than check for exits once they were inside the apartment, and then she had John pinned up against the door, kissing him and tackling his belt (she was a pilot, she old multitask).

"Easy," he said, "it's not a race."

"I kicked your ass at pool, and I can kick your ass in the bedroom."

"Ass-kicking's not really my style in the bedroom," he said.

She stepped back and peeled off her shirt, let him see what he was in for, and his grin took on a distinctly dirty edge.

"But you naked, that's totally my style." And then he was kissing her, and she was peeling him out of his shirt, and when they made it to the bedroom, skin on skin, she finally felt what she'd been searching for since her cell door had opened thirty-six hours before.

Relief.

The second round was slower, more sensual, as they took the time to learn each other's bodies. John was sensitive right behind his jaw on the left side, and when she nibbled there, he moaned and arched into her. He found that spot on the backs of her knees and had her gasping his name in no time.

They fell asleep before the third round, and then dozed again some more before the fourth.

Elizabeth couldn't let herself fall asleep, because she had to report for duty early the next day. She waited till John fell asleep, then crept out of his bed, pulled on her clothes, and went downstairs to catch a cab back to her new apartment.

So it was just her luck that the nervous little airman who'd been assigned to train her for guard duty disappeared right when John showed up.

Dressed in a suit and tie, clean-shaven, he looked sharp, professional. His ID tag read Dr. John Sheppard.

He was fumbling with a coffee mug and a briefcase and a cell phone and didn't recognize her, so she said, "Good morning, Doctor," in the most professional voice she could manage and stepped aside to let him through.

He was almost to the elevator before he came up short, turned around, and came back.

"Liz?" He stared at her, incredulous.

She kept her gaze neutral and professional. "Dr. Sheppard."

His gaze drifted down to the name on her uniform, the oak leaves denoting her rank. "Major Weir."

"Yes, sir."

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James Bond, author’s choice, James Bond is an inherited position; he has never existed independent of MI6, despite what the stones in the graveyard at Skyfall say. He was born in Scotland, though, long before it was Scotland.