Wednesday: Being In Charge

[thesmallhobbit.livejournal.com]

Hello All, I’m thesmallhobbit your host for this week and today's theme is Being in Charge – whether a natural born leader or forced into the role.

Just a few rules:
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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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+ Person of Interest, Harold Finch/John Reese, during the day their roles are obvious, but who makes the move at night
+ The Librarians, Any, arguing why they should be in charge in a particular situation
+ Any, Any/Any, an unexpected leader

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[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCAU, Harley Quinn/any, Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker+/Alec Hardison+/Eliot Spencer, Nate put her in charge so she's going to take charge in all sorts of places.

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, John Stewart/Bruce Wayne, as it turns out Bruce loves nothing more than giving up control

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang, his first command

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Kara Danvers/Maxwell Lord, femdom

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Hal Jordan, who is in control?

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd,

The power of love is a curious thing
make a one man weep, make another man sing

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Frasier, Frasier Crane+Martin Crane+Eddie, "Just who is in charge here?"

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Iron Man, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, She's in charge...pretty much everywhere.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

X-Men movieverse, Logan(Wolverine)/Marie(Rogue), "I'm a big girl now and I'm in charge of me!"

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, any, A desire to be in charge of our own lives, a need for control, is born in each of us. -Robert Foster Bennett

FILL: J2, Dom/Sub, day dream/fluff, true love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Jared’s heart was racing so fast it felt like his heart was about to beat right out of his chest. He misses his Master, longs for his touch and kiss. But time by himself is good for the soul, to control his mind, even as it races with thoughts of his owner.

Jared’s heart kicks in his chest as a vision of his Master drifts through his mind.

He saw Jensen—skin, only skin, no clothes—lying beside him, stretched out on his stomach. His freckled cheek was pressed to the pillow and a small smile played on his handsome face. Jensen’s body seemed to glow with warmth, adding an almost heavenly sheen to the skin, his dirty blond hair messy and unkempt, and the strands curling slightly at the nape of his neck.

Jared’s heart skipped a beat at the sexy image, his breath catching in his throat as his hazel eyes roamed over the length of his Master’s toned and muscular body. There were miles and miles of pale freckled dotted skin; Jensen was breathtaking and beautiful, the long lean curve of his body exquisite, strong muscles perfectly sculpted—he was a God among men.

Jared licked his lips, letting his tongue snake out over the bottom one. He misses his Master, but the Gods return him soon.

Jared heard the front door open, then shut. His Master had returned, the sound pulling him out of his longing. He scrambled to his knees, kneeling there for his Master. Jensen found his sub there a few moments later when he walked into the room. He walked over to Jared and reached out, gently running his hands through Jared’s shaggy hair.

Jared leaned into Jensen’s touch, nuzzling his hand like a kitten, feeling safe and content in the presence of his Master.

Jensen felt strong love for his beautiful submissive. He was truly blessed to have Jared as his own. Kneeling, he palmed Jared’s cheeks and drew him into a soft kiss, and his heart kicked in his chest when his beloved sub smiled into the caress.

♥ END ♥

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any, any, When in doubt, mumble; when in trouble, delegate; when in charge, ponder. -James H. Boren

Fill: SG-1/SGA lawyer!AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

There was a reason Rodney hated oral argument.

Judge Thorsen peered over his glasses at Rodney. “And where in the statute does it state that premise, counselor?”

Rodney fumbled for his glass of water, mumbled a, “One moment, your honor.”

Zelenka popped up beside him, handed him a printout with a section of the statute highlighted, and scuttled back to his seat.

Rodney scanned it, sipped his water, and then lifted his chin. “Subpart two, your honor, clearly states…”

*

“Jack,” Elizabeth said, catching him by the sleeve, “any word on that new bankruptcy attorney? John and Lorne have been pulling a lot of long hours, and if they both burn out then we’ll be out a bankruptcy attorney and a tax attorney and one of our best paralegals.”

Jack seriously doubted Lorne could ever burn out, but he said, “I’ll get right on it.” He hated hiring people. It was irritating.

Elizabeth smiled at him. “Thanks. I knew I could count on you.” And she hurried on to her office, sensible shoes soundless on the carpet.

Jack reached out and snagged Nyan, Jonas Quinn’s paralegal. If the guy could handle employment law, surely he could handle something like posting a job offer to...wherever attorneys looked for job officers.

“Sir?” Nyan asked.

“There’s something I need your help with,” Jack said.

Nyan nodded earnestly. “Anything, sir.”

Half an hour later, Tracy, the head secretary, knocked on Jack’s door. “Sir?”

Jack lifted his head. “Yes?”

“I spoke to Nyan. I sent a job posting in to the state bar. They’ll post it on their website and in the next issue of the bar journal. The job is also on several local and national job websites. And I put an ad in the newspaper, just in case.”

Jack smiled. “Thank you.”

And that was how a managing partner got things done. Later that day, when Jack saw Tracy again, Elizabeth was standing by her desk thanking her, and both women cast Jack knowing looks as he walked by. He shrugged innocently and went to find that one nervous little paralegal, Parrish’s botanist, to wrangle some flowers for an upset client.

*

Elizabeth stomped into her office with all the anger she could muster, closed the door loudly, and collapsed in her chair in giggles. Daniel was a very circumspect person, and everyone knew how he felt about Jack (because he’d shouted it for the entire office to hear over a month ago), but no one had known how Jack felt about him.

Until now.

Such a cliche, too, in the supply closet.

The scream poor Katie Brown had emitted when she’d stumbled across them had probably been heard down on the first floor.

When John and Rodney finally made their romance known (in the middle of Rodney’s polyglot argument with Zelenka), they’d at least had the sense to take a long lunch (and come slinking back later, trying to look embarrassed but too giddy with afterglow to quite pull it off).

Elizabeth knew Jack had been married, had a child once, been a shining star in the military, so Daniel was a surprising choice, but a good one.

Still, she’d had to lay down the law about appropriate behavior in the workplace (partially to keep Cam and Vala from getting any ideas about public displays of affection, partially to remind Lorne and the paralegals that if they were going to make bets about their bosses’ personal lives the should be less smug about collecting the winnings). She was one of the managing partners, after all.

But the look on Katie’s face had been priceless.

Elizabeth would arrange for some kind of training on sexual appropriateness in the workplace (i.e. sex in the workplace = inappropriate) and make sure Katie knew she could have time with the firm’s psychiatrist, Heightmeyer, whenever she needed it, on the firm’s dime.

There was a knock at the door.

Elizabeth smoothed her expression into one of calm professionalism. “Enter.”

Lorne peeked tentatively into her office. “Ma’am,” he said, “are you all right?”

“Just pondering,” she said.

Lorne held out a plate bearing one of the cupcakes from the cupcake boutique around the corner. “I brought your mid-afternoon snack,” he said, placed it meekly on the corner of her desk, and vanished.

Elizabeth reached for the cupcake and peeled the wrapper off one side, took a bite. It was good to be queen.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir, Command

Fill 1/2: nerd!John AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

When Elizabeth had first assumed control of Stargate Command, it was a terrifying thing. In all the discussions she'd mediated and all the negotiations she'd participated in, there had been lives at stake, yes, but she'd had to be clinical about it. Removed. Detached. Look at the numbers. In her heart of hearts, any loss of human life was unacceptable. But when the choice was between all-out war and a few casualties, she had to look at the numbers.

The numbers were terrifyingly simple. All human lives were of equal value. If she assigned each life a simple value of one, a thousand lives were worth more than twelve lives. Strike the deal that saves the thousand.

Omelets, eggs.

Stargate Command was the first time she'd be in charge of lives in a whole new way. She wasn't removed from the outcome, the mediator or negotiator. Her decisions would be putting people in danger - or not.

She wasn't sure whether she was relieved or disappointed when she was relieved of her command, because she'd known some of the people she'd be potentially sending to their deaths. Not everyone at the Mountain, but enough of them that the prospect of commanding them was overwhelming.

And then the IOA gave her command of the Atlantis decision. She met with the IOA's top advisors and their Atlantis committee, and she hand-picked every member of the expedition. She knew about Rodney McKay's citrus allergy and estrangement from his family, about Radek Zelenka's poor upbringing, about Aiden Ford's loving grandparents and cousin who was the sister he'd never had. She was responsible for every single one of them, and there was every chance that she would be leading them on a brief one-way trip.

She wondered how Daniel Jackson and Jack O'Neill had made it through the Stargate the first time without keeling over in terror.

She was just about sure the entire roster was filled when Shen Xiaoyi came to her with one last dossier.

Dr. John Sheppard, a brilliant mathematician. Had the strongest expression of the ATA gene they'd ever seen, could practically sneeze at an Ancient device and it came on. He'd solved a Millenium Problem and worked under the Mountain at the SGC for several years.

He was perfect for the Expedition.

Except...except he was deaf.

Elizabeth stared down at the photo of John Sheppard. He was smiling faintly, and he was handsome, looked perfectly normal. But he'd never been allowed off-world, and he'd been assigned an Air Force Major named Evan Lorne as both interpreter and protector.

Earth was interested in keeping him to work the Ancient Control chair.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Any Stargate (/Any Stargate), any, leadership is not always about being in charge.

Fill: SGA, Lorne

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“Are you doing to do anything, sir?” Strickland asked.

Evan stood at the edge of the mats in the training hall, watching Vega and Kleinman screaming at each other. He’d intervene if it came to blows, but he doubted it would.

“No,” he said. “I’ll let them sort it out themselves. They’re the same rank, so it’s not like they’re being insubordinate.”

“But they -”

“I’m not their parent,” Evan said.

“Shouldn’t we tell Colonel Sheppard?” Strickland bit his lip, looking anxious.

“He’s not their parent either,” Evan said.

“But -”

“Strickland,” Evan said, “this is the military.”

“And?”


“And that means there’s room for advancement.”

Strickland looked puzzled. “Sir?”

“No one advances if no one gets the chance to try.” Evan had missed a lot of classes in Major School - dealing with mouthy scientists, Getting Stunned by Wraith 101, how to get brownies when you’re in a different galaxy from Earth - but leadership was something he took seriously. And had always struggled with, because he just wanted to fix everything for everybody.

“There’s also a reason not everyone advances,” Strickland said.

“This is Atlantis. Either they advance, or they go home.” Sometimes in a box remained unspoken.

Kleinman cocked his fist. Vega bladed herself toward him, one hand high, one hand low, a martial arts stance.

And Evan stepped in. Chance over.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, intimate duties

Not a fill...yet

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. You know I totally want this!

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

The Voice, Blake/Adam, Adam secretly loves it when Blake takes over and takes control

[dreamsofspike.livejournal.com]

Grimm, Nick/Monroe - people assume, just because he's bigger, that Monroe calls the shots; people assume wrong

No fill (yet!)...

[squidgiepdx]

...but oh, the thoughts you've put in my head!

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "You're not the boss of me!"

Fill 1/2: SGA, nerd!John AU, kid!fic

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You're not the boss of me!"

Elizabeth's eyes went wide. That was a child's voice. She stood up and stepped out of her office and peered around. Where there were children there were usually refugees, but she hadn't heard any unscheduled offworld gate activations or other emergency calls come through.

"Where's my mom? I want my mom."

Elizabeth proceeded around the corner cautiously and saw Major Lorne standing between two children. One was wearing brown pants and a rough brown tunic and had long, thick hair, but Elizabeth was pretty sure he was a boy.

The other child was also a boy. He had wildly messy black hair and was wearing denim overalls over a black Batman t-shirt.

"Now," Lorne said firmly, "we talked about this. John, Ronon, neither of you are the boss of each other. Until Ronon's grandpa gets back and John's mom gets back, I'm the boss, all right? You heard Dr. Beckett."

"He pushed me," the little black-haired boy protested, jabbing an accusatory finger at the other.

The other boy - Ronon - sneered at him. "You're a whiny baby."

John's expression startled to crumple. He tugged on Lorne's pant leg. "Where's my mom?"

Lorne sighed and knelt down, scooped him up into a hug and held him while he cried.

Ronon's expression was smug.

"Don't," Lorne said firmly. "He's just tired and hungry. You're both in trouble for running away from me. Dr. Beckett's orders were very strict. To the mess hall and back. Let's go get some food."

Elizabeth cleared her throat. "Major? Is there something you want to tell me?"

Lorne froze mid-step and turned to her. John's crying had subsided, and he was rubbing his eyes with tiny fists.

"Ma'am," he began.

"Who're you?" John asked.

Ronon squinted at her. "Are you my mother?"

"Boys, this is Elizabeth," Lorne said. "She - she's the queen of Atlantis, and everyone has to do everything she says."

Ronon looked disappointed.

"Pleased to meet you, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex," Elizabeth said. "Major Lorne, why was I not informed about this situation?"

"McKay and Zelenka had a bit of a hiccup with the machine Teldy's team brought back from their last recon mission. We thought it was a healing device. Apparently it was a, um, cosmetic device intended to preserve a person's youthful appearance, but it's...malfunctioning. Zelenka didn't want to tell you till we had a better sense of what's going on and McKay is...very upset."

Elizabeth could only imagine how upset Rodney was, with John like this.

Lorne looked exhausted. Elizabeth had no children or nieces and nephews of her own, and she generally tended to avoid children. Something about the way Ronon was studying her so intently made her uncomfortable.

"How did she know our names?" John whispered, too loudly.

Lorne stage-whispered back, "She's the queen. She knows everything."

John's eyes went wide with awe. He ducked his head, suddenly shy, and pressed his face against Lorne's neck.

"I'll get them fed and back to the infirmary, ma'am," Lorne said.

"I'll walk with you," Elizabeth said. She held out a hand. "Ronon, you walk with me."

He slipped his hand into hers immediately and fell into step beside her. He must have been only about five or six. John looked to be about the same age. After a whispered conversation with Lorne, John consented to be let down, and he held Lorne's hand as they walked to the mess hall.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard, the weight of unexpected leadership

[aivix.livejournal.com]

I am going to Ophelia this when I get home from work.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, "Follow my lead."

Fill 1/2: Oppie!verse, SG Multiverse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

“So?” Evan asked.

Cam hung up the phone. Tyler couldn’t read the expression on his face.

And then Cam grinned. “We’re a go. Date’s all set.”

Tyler cheered and flung himself at Cam for a hug. JD and Evan crowded in to hug him too, and then John and Rodney joined in, and Oppie piled in on top of them all, and Tyler couldn’t stop smiling.

Tyler knew that juvenile court was faster than regular grown-up court, but it had felt like the paperwork to get him adopted had taken forever. He’d been in the house for more than six months, and he just wanted it done already. And now it was finally here.

“On Halloween, no less,” Cam said. “Can we dress up for court?”

Evan swatted him on the arm. “Of course not.”

“Maybe,” Tyler said. “I mean, the judge never dresses up, but sometimes the bailiffs do, and Cassandra always does.”

Evan got a speculative gleam in his eye.

“You know what this means,” John said.

“What?” Tyler asked, because he really didn’t.

“Karaoke!”

“First,” Evan said, catching John’s sleeve before he could run and grab his guitar, “we need to tell our families.”

“Right,” Rodney said. He fished his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed, put it in the middle of the kitchen table on speaker. “Follow my lead.”

It rang several times, and then a woman answered. “Hey, Mer, what’s up?” Rodney’s sister Jeannie called him by his real name.

Tyler didn’t care what Rodney said. Meredith was a girl’s name.

“Jeannie, are you sitting down?”

“Yes. Why? What did you do? Did you blow up another solar s-”

“Whoa, hey, on speaker,” Rodney said, ducking his head and blushing.

Rodney had blown something up? That was badass. Tyler leaned in, hoping to hear more.

Apparently Jeannie was wise to the ways of ‘classified’. “Oh. Is everything all right?”

“It’s happening. We’re adopting Tyler.” Rodney was grinning fiercely, and Tyler couldn’t help the warm feeling that filled him when Rodney said we. They were all his family.

“Who’s Tyler?”

Rodney’s expression dimmed.

John hissed, “You didn’t tell her?”

“The boy who’s been living with us,” Rodney said.

“What boy who’s been living with you?” Jeannie sounded genuinely puzzled.

“Didn’t I tell you? We’ve been fostering one of our students and now we - well, on paper just Cam - but we’re going to adopt him.”

“You told me no such thing.”

“He’s been living with us for over six months.”

“Meredith!” Jeannie cried. “For the last six months, all of your phone calls to me have been about - about that thing that’s classified.” Jeannie was both a stay-at-home mom and a super genius scientist like Rodney.

“Oh. I was sure I’d mentioned it.” Rodney shrugged. “Anyway, tell Madison she’s getting a new cousin.”

“Oh. Well. She’ll like that. Is he about her age?”

“He’s seventeen,” Rodney said. “The adoption is on Halloween. Wanted to get it done before he turned eighteen.”

“Halloween? That’s less than two months away! We’ll never make it down there on time, not with everything Madison has going on at school -” Jeannie sounded just like Rodney when she was fretting.

“Don’t worry,” John said, “we’ll come to you.”

“Hello, John. Yes, come visit as soon as you can. Madison, don’t touch that! Oh, I’d better go. Love you, Mer! And you too, John. Congratulations on your new son.”

And the call ended.

“Follow your lead?” John echoed, pushing Rodney’s phone aside. He laid his phone on the table and dialed someone named Kathy, according to the caller ID on the screen. John never talked much about his family, except Tyler knew his mom had died when he was a teenager. “This is how it’s done.” He put the phone on speaker as well.

JD, Cam, and Evan exchanged amused smirks.

“Hello, John.” Kathy sounded polite, if not friendly.

“Kathy,” John said, equally polite and unfriendly.

“What can I do for you?”

“Just calling with a bit of news.”

“You broke up with Meredith?”

“No,” John said, and Tyler felt bad for Rodney, who looked angry. “In fact, we’re adopting.”

“Oh. Well, congratulations.” Kathy didn’t sound at all enthusiastic. Tyler was offended. “Boy or girl? I can contact my friend at Baby B’Gosh and get something sent over immediately.”

“His name is Tyler, and he’s seventeen.”

“Seventeen?”

“Yes.”

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

DCU, Bruce Wayne/Wally West, Wally being the one to take charge

[oh-mcgee.livejournal.com]

Dragon Age 2, any/all, arguing over who's the leader of their little band of misfits

Fill: Who's the Boss? (AU where Bethany and Carver both survived)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

"So, who do you think is the leader?" Bethany asked, giggling tipsily into her cup of wine.

"Not me," Carver growled bitterly, "I couldn't even be put in charge of a squad in Ostagar, and nobody here even thinks I'm in charge in Gamlen's house."

"I am in charge of my own decisions, and nobody else's," Fenris growled at the room in general over the rim of his tankard. "I refuse to be like Denarius."

"Of course you're not, darling, I am, after all a Captain, and therefore the most obvious leader among us all," Isabela smirked.

"Not a chance, pirate," Aveline interjected, "I won't follow someone like you anywhere - even if my life depends on it."

"That might be a little short-sighted, love," Donnic pointed out, sighing slightly as he reset the game board, knowing full well that Aveline wouldn't be remotely near finished her diatribe yet. Isabela just laughed and toasted the irate Guard-Captain.

"You're damned right you're not in charge, elf," a more-than-slightly-blue Anders growled at Fenris.

Fenris raised his brows. "Agreement? From you, Abomination? I had hardly thought to live to see the day." Anders directed a silent, rude gesture at the former slave.

"You weren't talking to me, were you?" Merrill interrupted both conversations (somehow, nobody was especially surprised or offended), "Creators, I hope I'd not be put in charge! Even in the clan I wasn't used to being in charge, Keeper Marethari told me I had a great deal to learn. ANd I do still need that ball of twine to find my way around Kirkwall. I am getting better, though, thanks to Varric. At finding my way, not at being in charge."

"Varric's in charge, then! Nobody could argue with that, I'm sure," Isabela declared, looking sidelong at Aveline, who nodded agreement. "He knows more than anyone in the Barracks about what's what, that's for sure."

"Well, he does know about more of what's happening in Kirkwall than the rest of us," Fenris mused, nodding as he signaled to Corff for a refill. "But I don't know that I'd call him a leader based on that alone."

"He keeps the Coterie and the Templars out of my Clinic," Anders pointed out, "making it safe for the most vulnerable of the refugees. If that isn't leadership, I don't know what else is."

"Does a Professional Younger Brother count as a leader?" Carver asked curiously. "He's talked about Kings needing people behind the throne to do the actual work. That's not figurehead leadership, right? There were sergeants in the Fereldan army that did more to lead people than the captains did," he pointed out.

Varric and Garrett descended the stairs from Varric's quarters just in time to hear Carver's comments. Varric choked on air in surprise.

"I am not a leader, I'm a storyteller, and a businessman. And an archer. And... And that's it. I am not the leader of this merry band of misfits," Varric insisted.

"Aw, but I could be the great woman behind the great dwarf that's in charge," Isabela pouted.

Anders and Fenris both raised their drinks in toasts to Varric's statement.

Merrill looked a little sorry. "But you're so good with people!"

"Good with people is not the same as in charge of people," VArric replied vehemently.

"What about Garrett?" Bethany decided to chime into the conversation.

"Don't look at me, Bethany," Hawke deflected. "I'm going back to Gamlen's. Anyone want to come with me?"

And Hawke left, followed by three of his closest friends. The rest of his friends all looked at one another and nodded silently.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, Good kings are not always good men—and good men do not always make good kings.

Fill: Kings, Jack + David

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"Can I tell you a secret?"

Jack and David were huddled beneath the piano in the parlor. It was petty and childish, but if they had to pose for one more photo with a well-meaning journalist, they were both going to crack.

David glanced at Jack. "If you want to, Highness."

"You saved my life. You can call me Jack. Just...not where anyone but I can hear."

David smiled, and his smile was unfairly sweet. "Yes, Jack."

"I don't think I'll be a very good king. I'm not a very good man."

David was silent for a moment. Then he said, "Good kings are not always good men - and good men do not always make good kings."

Jack squinted at him. "How old are you?"

"Same age as you."

"You sound like Samuel."

"I'll take that as a compliment. Samuel's pretty smart."

"Samuel decided my father should be king."

"And here you are, Prince Jonathan."

"I told you, call me Jack."

"Yes, Jack."

Jack pretended it wasn't just his imagination, that David really did nestle a little closer, and they enjoyed their little pocket of warmth and solitude before the door flew open and Jack's handler started fretting about the state of their suits from them sitting on the floor like children.

[tigriswolf]

Minions/Despicable Me, author’s choice, if we’re retconning the minions, why do they remain loyal to Gru?

[tigriswolf]

Star Trek (reboot), Jim Kirk, Five times Jim Kirk was not his father, and one time he was (dies for the crew)