Let's throw something crazy out this Thursday!

[squidgiepdx]

Aloha, everyone! I’m squidgiepdx and if you've had the week I've had, you're ready to throw this week out and get ready for the weekend. But before that, we need to get through another day of comment fic. So in that thought, we're going to go with the theme of "disposable". What does that mean to you? Well, it can be a lot of things. Maybe in the crack!vein of yesterday, one protagonist walks in on the other shaving their junk with a disposable razor. Or maybe it's something that's carelessly discarded by one person, but coveted by another, so there's a mad dig through the garbage to find it. Or maybe it's like we see on some TV shows - some characters are disposable like a Star Trek redshirt; hell on Stargate Atlantis, the whole expedition was treated a bit disposable by the SGC.

Man, I got serious there for a second. Can't let that happen! So let's go with the junk shaving thing. Or not. Your choice! Just as long as it's about disposing of something, something disposable, or just tossing something by the wayside, then toss it this way!

Just a few rules:
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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, When they finally get to a hotel after an epic adventure (Post CotW maybe?), Ray just has a disposable razor to tackle his beard. That is until Fraser pulls out a straightrazor and offers to give him a shade.

+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney's always been treated as disposable by people he's dated, and John Sheppard is damn well determined to make him see different.

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, In the most underwhelming day of the 5-0 taskforce, Danny Williams gives someone a ticket for littering.

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[squidgiepdx]

due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, When they finally get to a hotel after an epic adventure (Post CotW maybe?), Ray just has a disposable razor to tackle his beard. That is until Fraser pulls out a straightrazor and offers to give him a shave.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney's always been treated as disposable by people he's dated, and John Sheppard is damn well determined to make him see different.

Fill: Oppie!Verse

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Technically Family (http://archiveofourown.org/works/6690043). Rodney meets John's kids.

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, In the most underwhelming day of the 5-0 taskforce, Danny Williams gives someone a ticket for littering.

Fill: Hawaii Five - O - Danny Williams/ Steve McGarrett - Seriously?

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"Kill me now." Danny flopped back into his seat, shaking his head. "Seriously, it would be a kindness."

Steve shook his head, amused at Danny's over the top drama. "You did say you would love to have a nice quiet day for once."

"Giving out tickets for littering wasn't quite what I had in mind." He sighed and tugged at the collar of his H.P.D uniform. "I was thinking of something more like drinking coffee and surfing the internet not walking a beat and handing out tickets."

"You know you brought it on yourself. I told you not to bet against, Max, but you wouldn't listen."

"I know." Danny sighed. "I've learned my lesson." He turned his attention to Steve. "You're going to buy me lunch though? Right. You promised."

"Yep." Steve grinned and started the engine on. "But only because you look so damn cute in polyester."

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, Evan accidentally throws out one of David's plants

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Evan was having a good day. He'd gotten up early, gone for a run with his team, cleaned his room. He loved David, but David had a tendency to hoard the weirdest things, including dead plants. Now that Evan had cleared out their not-officially-shared quarters, the place was brighter and cleaner, and Evan was happy.

He was in the middle of staff reviews - he reviewed the enlisted men, left NCOs and commissioned officers to Sheppard - when the door flew open.

"Evan!"

Evan blinked, startled. He and David had agreed to keep it professional outside their quarters, stick to titles and last names. In fact, most of the soldiers didn't even know Evan's first name. It added to his mystique as XO, the super-efficient Major Lorne, no first name, possibly a robot.

"Dr. Parrish," Evan said carefully.

David stomped into the office, almost elbowing poor little Sergeant Winchester in the head.

"You threw it out!"

Evan blinked. "Threw out what?"

"My Williamsonia Sewardiana!"

Dating a botanist didn't make a man good at botany. That babble of Latin was meaningless. "Apologies, Dr. Parrish. Maybe we can step outside and discuss this in private -"

Except David looked ready to cry.

"Sergeant Winchester, dismissed," Evan said.

Winchester ducked out of the room, grinning. Evan filed that away for later and mentally added Winchester to the consequence column.

"You threw it out! How could you?"

"I'm sorry, I don't understand." Evan stepped around his desk, put his hands on David's shoulders.

"The Williamsonia Sewardiana was from the planet where we first had a mission together. I kept it because it was from our first date!"

Evan didn't really count stumbling over a Wraith corpse as a first date, but he knew David was more sentimental than he was. He pulled David into his arms. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "When we go back to the planet for follow-up, we'll get a new one, okay?"

"But it won't be the same," David protested.

"I know. I'm sorry. I thought all of the plants were dead."

"That one wasn't. It just needed a little water. It was hibernating." David sighed and buried his face against Evan's throat.

"I really am sorry. Next time put a label on it?"

"There was a label in the pot."

Evan winced. He really wasn't going to win this discussion. So he switched tactics and pulled David into a kiss.

[squidgiepdx]

Sports Night, Dan Rydell/Casey McCall, Danny never throws out a script, because Casey always writes little love notes in the margins.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate SG1, Clone!Jack +/ Any, The SGC already has one Jack O'Neill, but his clone will prove that he's not just a disposable spare.

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Just under the wire. Nerd!John AU. A Broken Carbon Copy (http://ficsco-and-nagi.livejournal.com/43346.html)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Rodney McKay + Any villain, They'll find that Rodney isn't quite as easy to dispose of as they imagined.

[schweinsty.livejournal.com]

Here you go :D. Quick and dirty, so pardon any minor flubs. (http://archiveofourown.org/works/7978474)

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, Revealing the sentimental reasons for holding on to something that a partner/friend wants to throw away.

Fill: Breakfast with Scot - Eric McNally/Sam Miller - Memories

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"You can't get rid of those." Eric reached around Sam and pulled a worn pair of sleep pants off the 'too worn to give away' pile. Sam was in spring cleaning mode and that meant a ruthless culling of clutter and everything he deemed unnecessary or unworthy.

"They're worn out." Sam reached for the pants, but Eric shifted them out of reach. "The seat is almost see through plus, they're too long for you."

"I know, but I like them." Eric grinned, his little boy charm in full bloom.

"I'll get you another pair." Sam made another grab, but was thwarted a second time. He paused, considering, then nodded. "Okay, what's so important about them?"

Eric looked down and away, refusing to meet Sam's gaze. "The first night I stayed over I wore them."

"Oh." Sam smiled then leaned in for a kiss. "You can keep them, but I'm still getting you new ones to wear around the house."

Clutching the pants close Eric grinned then returned the kiss. "Deal."

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, Shepard + any, (me3) "My models are not disposable!" ((Really, what was with the model ships scattered all over the place?))

Not a fill (yet)

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

I assume that Anderson had them taken down with the intent to pack them up properly while Shep was incarcerated after turning the Normandy over to the Alliance. They said he was going to make the Normandy his own personal command centre, so I figure he had a very different idea about interior decoration of the captain's cabin. I really want to fill this and have Shep just be really snippy over the comm line but I can't get Anderson's voice right in my mind.

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, Who wants to go down the creepy tunnel inside the tomb first?

[aivix.livejournal.com]

Not a fill, just... NT quote for the win!

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, wearing the red shirt

Fill 1/2: SGA X-Men AU, McShep, McDex

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

John can’t cry. It’s not an emotional thing. He gets sad enough to cry sometimes. He’s just physiologically incapable. Oh, his eyes produce tears. But the optic blasts evaporate them before they can fall. As long as he keeps his eyes open, he cannot cry.

He wants to cry right now. But he won’t. He won’t close his eyes, and he won’t make sound. He won’t make a sound because he’s a trained soldier, and stealth is survival. He won’t look away because he can’t, because it’s like a train wreck. Rodney is kissing Ronon.

He’s pretty sure Rodney doesn’t mean it. It would be easy for Rodney, with his curious mind and clever hands (his budding telepathy and his cautious telekinesis) to be fascinated by Ronon, who exudes animal masculinity, who’s all muscle and no words and those terrifying adamantium claws. (John can blast holes through mountains if his optic blasts are unmodulated, unfiltered. Those claws still terrify him.)

John looked twice at Ronon, the first time the man stood on his feet in the hallway outside the lab, shirtless and disoriented and demanding answers of Elizabeth.

Everyone looks twice at Logan, even Elizabeth, dignified like the queen she’s named after, sitting tall in her wheelchair. Even Teyla, who has distanced herself from the tension in the house, riding the air currents and summoning clouds for her lovely garden when she’s not teaching.

John knows he ought to be focusing on young Ellia, the poor mutant who sucks the life out of other mutants. She’s huddled in her room, terrified of touching anyone. But John was just coming to the kitchen for a midnight drink of water when he heard familiar footsteps - Rodney’s; John has known Rodney since the days he was blind, when it was just him and Rodney and Teyla and Carson, blue-furred and sulking in the lab - and an unfamiliar murmur, and there they were.

Ronon, tall and broad and implacable.

Rodney, his hair red-gold, delicate in his arms, head tilted back. Rodney looks angelic.

Rodney couldn’t be more angelic if he had a pair of wings (which Cameron Mitchell does, and John thinks they should be black-feathered).

Rodney is beautiful.

So beautiful John’s heart is breaking.

Or maybe that’s because Rodney’s eyes are closed and his head is tipped back and he has surrendered himself to Ronon’s embrace the way he only should for John.

But John knows that’s wrong. Teyla and Elizabeth have long drummed into him a partner’s right to choose, to begin or end a relationship. Two to make it, one to break it, two to fix it, Elizabeth always says.

John will not close his eyes, and he will not make a sound, and he will not cry.

But finally he does turn and walk away, as soundless as ever. He goes back upstairs without his drink of water - Ronon has Rodney pressed up against the center island in the kitchen, next to the sink everyone uses for drinking water - and he crawls into the bed he shares with Rodney and he does not close his eyes.

He falls asleep eventually, before Rodney comes to bed, if Rodney ever comes to bed.

And then he is sent scrambling out of bed. His head aches because he fell asleep with the damn ruby quartz glasses on, and he shuts eyes eyes, switches them out for his visor without thinking. It’s the battle alarm blaring overhead.

John heads for the door without thinking to look or listen for Rodney, because he is the field commander. Teyla and Carson are urging the children back to bed, encourage the older children to watch the younger children.

Elizabeth’s telepathy reaches all the X-Men at once.

It’s Ellia. She had an accident with Ronon, and she has run away. They must find her and help her before she harms someone else.

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, any royal, an heir and a spare

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, recycling

Fill--Person of Interest, Reese+Finch, recycling

[travels-in-time.livejournal.com]

"The library's supposed to be abandoned. They're not exactly making garbage runs through here, Finch."

"Which is why you'll have to find a convenient place to drop it off. Several blocks from here, preferably," Harold said reasonably.

"Hard to look inconspicuous carrying bags of trash through the streets in a suit," John grumbled.

Harold didn't bother to point out that John did, in fact, own other clothing. "The one in the green bag is the recycling," he said instead, as he did every time, and pretended he didn't see John rolling his eyes.

It had taken John so long to object to anything at all that Finch asked of him, to say anything to a request besides, "Yes, Finch," and "Sure, Harold," that he rather enjoyed the occasional complaints. Odd as it might seem, a John Reese who would pout about taking out the trash was a John Reese who was that much less likely to "accidentally" step in front of a subway train.

"You know what they do with the recycling bins? They load them right into the trash dumpsters. I've seen them."

"Surely not," Harold said, appalled, and then pursed his mouth at the bare twitch of his lip that was John's version of a grin. "Mr. Reese," he said severely, because Harold being pompous always made that twitch stronger. "Our responsibility to the people of New York City hardly stops with the Machine. Recycling is good for the environment. When one considers the benefit to humanity, one might even say it's good for the soul."

He was pretending not to look, but he saw the corner of John's mouth curling up as he picked up the bags, and was satisfied. As with his half-hearted complaints, John had been slow to trust Harold with his emotions, but eventually, as stifled as they still were, Harold had learned to read John's amusement, his sarcasm, his worry, with ease. A far cry from the man he'd found originally, the man dressed in cast-off rags and seemingly unable to manifest anything but despair. The man that his own partners had deemed disposable.

"It is rather poetic, I suppose." He knew he was rambling now, but John was used to that. "Things that are broken, used up, things that society deems worthless...those things can be redeemed, remade to serve another purpose. They can become useful and beautiful again."

And that was probably too much. Sure enough, John was looking away; where another man might be showing discomfort, his eyes were blank. "Never realized you were so sentimental about your trash, Finch." He turned away, towards the gate.

"Yes, well." Harold fixed his gaze back to his bank of computers, giving John his privacy. "They do say that one man's trash is another man's treasure."

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice, refusing to be disposable

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Jason Todd/Bruce Wayne,

Come on make it easy
Say I never mattered

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice Society America (comics), Jay Garrick/Alan Scott, trying to convince Jay to recycle

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Superman: TAS, Clark Kent/Lex Luthor, disposable income

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Justice League Cartoon, Wally West/Bruce Wayne, paper plates

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Supergirl (TV), Maxwell Lord/Kara Danvers, disposable camera

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, dean + sam, unable to throw away an old hoodie

Filled, pre-season 6

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Lisa knew it meant something, that Dean was letting her anywhere near his beloved Impala, let alone that he was consenting to her helping him clean it out. She understood, vaguely, that hunters had a very transient lifestyle, that they spent almost their entire lives on the road going from hunt to hunt, but she'd never really considered just how much Dean and his brother must have lived in the car till she found the old burger and burrito wrappers and tabloid newspapers three years old with random stories circled.

She had dragged the garbage can into the garage so she could toss detritus straight into it. Most of it was straight-up garbage - used cups, straw wrappers. She wrinkled her nose when she found an old bra, and she was curious when she came across a pretty jeweled butterfly clip.

The old socks she tossed out without even inquiring about. Dean, busily polishing the chrome, wrinkled his nose when he saw them.

And then she found an old brown hoodie wrapped up in a grey-purple t-shirt with a...greyhound on it?

Lisa scooped it up, shook it out. "Is this yours?" She raised an eyebrow, because she couldn't imagine Dean wearing something like that, even ironically.

"No," Dean said immediately, but he paused when he saw the brown hoodie.

Lisa didn't even dare sniff the thing. She was pretty sure something was growing on it, and it had evolved to the point where it was holding elections. She tossed the shirt into the garbage can and went to throw the hoodie in after it.

"No!" Dean reached toward her, grabbed it without even flinching. "No. I'll clean it."

"I'm sorry. Is it yours?"

Dean smoothed a thump over the sleeve of the hoodie. "No. But it was Sam's."

Lisa bit her lip. Dean rarely spoke his brother's name; usually when he did, it was in the middle of the night, when he was in the throes of a nightmare. But she nodded and promised to get it cleaned, and she set it aside for the laundry pile.

*

"What's this?" Sam asked, pawing through the contents of the trunk.

"That's yours," Dean absently. "Your hoodie."

Sam held it up, peered at it. "Huh. From Stanford? Pretty sure I couldn't fit into it if I tried. Might fit you, though. Surprised it's as clean as it is." He re-folded it and set it aside, reached for some brass knives.

Dean scooped up the hoodie and tucked it aside, on top of Cas's trench coat.

"Hurry it up, Sammy. We've got work to do."

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

La Femme Nikita. Operations and/or Madeleine. Culling out the weaker operatives.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Buffy the Vampire Slayer. any Council Watcher. The Cruciamentum is the way to get rid of useless Slayers.

Filled, minor Rupert Giles/Ethan Rayne

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Rupert's father tells him that the Cruciamentum is the way to get rid of useless Slayers. The ones too old, too impure, too damaged to continue. Somehow, none of them seem to survive it no matter how young or old they are when they are forced into the life. Rupert thinks little of it at the time, he's still young enough to think his father hung the moon and makes the world change on his word alone.

Rupert meets a Slayer once, before he meets Ethan, and he doesn't think much of her. A Polish girl with wide, frightened eyes that spoke little English and didn't stay the night. He never got her name from either her or his father but he was informed that she had failed the Cruciamentum. He is disappointed that his one real chance at getting to know a Slayer is lost.

Rupert meets Ethan through mutual friends when he's old enough to realize that his father is human and far more fallible than he had believed as a child. Ethan is everything his father hates all wrapped up in a charismatic and seductive package. It doesn't take much effort on Ethan's part to get him to steal some of the books the Council allows young Watchers limited access to. It's where they get the name Ehygon and the spell to summon it.

It's while he's again in the library stealing books for Ethan that he comes across the book describing the Cruciamentum in it's entirety and he takes it on a whim. Rupert's sickened by what it describes, the systematic, senseless wearing down of a Slayer until she falters and falls. It makes him more determined then ever to leave his past behind him.

They summon Ehygon three weeks later and Rupert runs home with his tail between his legs not long after.

Rupert falls in line with his father's teachings, determined to bury the hurt and horror of his last night with his friends behind a strictly enforced regime of study. His dreams are still haunted by Ethan when they are not colored in shades of rotting flesh.

When he is ordered to Sunnydale to take the place of Merrick Jamison-Smythe, Rupert is beyond surprised. He would have thought his youthful indiscretions would cause them to deem him unsuitable for direct interaction with a Slayer. He wonders if he would have been so eager if he'd known the horrors he and Buffy would face but he cannot bring himself to regret accepting.

The Cruciamentum is the way to get rid of useless Slayers.

Rupert has been told this again and again throughout his long years of training, but now he knows the truth: Cruciamentum is the way to get rid of Slayers too old to control, too headstrong to take orders with a meek "Yes Sir", too determined to just lie down and die already.

It's why he allows himself the luxury of giving into his protective feelings for Buffy and helping her through it, though Rupert knows he's lost her trust when he admits to what he has done.

It's why it's the first thing Rupert outlaws when he gathers up the few scattered remains of the old council after the Scoobies have established the New Watchers Council.

Because there is no such thing as a useless Slayer: only lazy, old men fat on power who refuse to take the time to know their Slayers and help them grow into the vampire and demon destroying warriors they were always meant to be.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. "Disposable diapers are the best invention ever."

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + AJ

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

“I’m not using those.” Rodney was in full glower, his arms crossed over his chest.

“It’s not like we can run out to the corner store for Pampers,” John pointed out.

They were standing on either side of the bassinette in the infirmary, the as-yet-unnamed baby between them. The little guy was sleeping at the moment, but John had a feeling that wouldn’t last long, if the smells emanating from his heavily padded backside were any indication.

“These diapers work very well,” Teyla said. “All Athosian babies have used them.”

She had an armful of soft, cloth diapers, a gift for the new baby, and she was clearly getting annoyed with Rodney’s inability to accept them.

“Everyone knows that disposable diapers are one of the best inventions ever made. Jeannie’s told me that enough times.”

Rodney wasn’t just being stubborn. John had known the man too long to be fooled by the display he was currently putting on. Rodney was terrified. He’d been thrust into fatherhood with no warning, and everyone was on the metaphorical edge of their seats, waiting to see what he would do.

If John was being honest, he was more than a little apprehensive himself. Kids had never been on his radar, even when he’d been married to Nancy. Now he found himself in a relationship with a single father. It was hard to wrap his mind around, even with the baby right here in front of him.

John would never admit it, not even under pain of death, but he kept thinking of the baby as MRM (mini Rodney McKay).

“Disposable diapers are irresponsible,” Carson said. “I’ll not authorize the start of a landfill because you’re inconvenienced, Rodney.”

John braced himself for one of Rodney’s epic rants, but MRM beat him to it. The baby woke with a raspy cry, tiny fists flailing.

“Oh, no! What’s wrong? What does it want?”

“He needs to be changed,” Teyla said. She passed off all but one of the diapers to John. “I will show you.”

Rodney seemed too cowed by the baby to offer any further complaints. He dutifully followed all of Teyla’s directions, removing the soiled diaper – despite the gassy smell, it was only wet – and putting a fresh one on in its place. She explained how to care for the soiled diapers, how to make new ones, and then plucked the baby out of the bassinette and deposited him in Rodney’s arms.

“No, I don’t…oh.”

The baby stopped crying, blinking up at Rodney, and something shifted inside John. He wanted that. Wanted them, together. Three is a magic number, he thought nonsensically.

“He knows his father,” Teyla said, pleased. “You will be just fine, Rodney.”

“You really think so?” Rodney looked down at the baby, a tentative grin starting to form on his face.

And the baby spit up all over the front of Rodney’s shirt.

[squidgiepdx]

Donald Strachey Mysteries (movie 'verse), Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan, Donald ends up falling into a dumpster. Again.

Fill: Donald Strachey Mysteries - Donald Strachey/Timothy Callahan - Down In The Dumps

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

"What is that stench?" Timmy crinkled his nose and looked pointedly in Donald's direction. "You smell like you were trying for the gold in Olympic dumpster diving."

Donald toed out of his shoes and started unbuttoning his shirt, careful to stay on the uncarpeted square in front of the door. "I had to make a quick exit and my only choices for a landing pad were a garbage truck and a stack of pallets. I figured smelly was better than broken bones."

Timmy nodded in agreement, smiling slightly. "You do have a point as much as I hate to admit it." Setting his martini he moved closer to where Donald was standing, now wearing nothing but his birthday suit. "Go take a bath and I'll start a load of laundry."

Donald grinned, that sounds great. "Once I'm all clean and sweet smelling you could join me."

"I might at that." Timmy patted Donald lightly on the ass as he passed. "If you clean behind your ears you might even get a martini as a reward."

Walking slowly to show off his assets Donald looked back and wagged his eyebrows. "It's good to be Sparky." He tossed over his shoulder before heading up the stairs.

[daria234.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, a team of expendable misfits and villains are forced to work together for the good guys (i.e., what if there were a Suicide Squad in the MCU)