Thursday: AU Day

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Almost the end of the week! Everyone having fun? Good? Good!

Today's theme is Alternate Universes; put your favorite characters in another life where they've never met, where they're mortal enemies, or where they've been shagging like bunnies since God knows when! The sky's the limit, so to speak.

The usual rules apply of course.

No spoilers in your prompts for at least one week after publication/air date.

If there are spoilers in your story, you must warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.

No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If one of your prompts has been answered, you can prompt again.



And, because we LOVE our code monkeys, please follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Criminal Minds, lawyer!Morgan/student!Reid, chance meetings

Iron Man/CM, Tony Stark/Hotch, The one where they're partners in crime


If none of the prompts catch your interest, feel free to browse around our Lonely Prompts section and show some lovin' to our prompts without homes.   Just 'cause they're lonely doesn't mean they aren't worthy of being written. 

Everyone got it? Good, then go forth and have loads of fun! :D

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[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, lawyer!Morgan/student!Reid, chance meetings

Re-posted to include the teaser

[egalitarianmuse.livejournal.com]

This was too long for a comment, sorry. I hope it lives up to your expectations.

He had a way about him, this kid. He wasn't suave and he wasn't particularly tactful, but he had a way. Seated in the middle of the auditorium and watching Morgan with all the attention of a curious cat with a mouse, Spencer Reid had begun to intrigue him before he'd even known his name.

Reid, a third-year student on his--what?--third degree had come to hear Derek Morgan speak. Not because he thought much of attorneys on the whole, but because he was curious about the nature of a defense attorney's psyche. He thought that perhaps he could sort out his motivations by listening to him speak. Given that he was a motivational speaker by vocation, the origins of his profession should have been easy to derive.

They weren't and Reid couldn't understand why. There were rubrics for behavior, flow charts and diagrams. Human beings were by nature were telling creatures; by their continued existence and circumstances, they told of their history. This particular subject—person told nothing and yet moved to inspire him and his peers. He didn't understand, so he asked.

"Why do you do what you do?"

He Had A Way (http://egalitarianmuse.livejournal.com/17382.html)

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Iron Man/CM, Tony Stark/Hotch, The one where they're partners in crime

Not so Crazy for a Superhero

[chibifukurou]

Tony wasn't above using his contacts to see some of the scum he ran into off the street, but sometimes the scum was stronger or crazier than the police or army could handle. In such cases, Hotch was his contact of choice. They’d met at a benefit dinner for a charity that helped victims of violence and ended up getting into a theological discussion involving the mental instabilities of “superheroes”.

It had been a fun night, particularly their get-together after the dinner. Who knew public servants could be that hot. Before Hotch left the next morning, he left a note saying that Tony wasn’t too crazy for a superhero and to feel free to contact him if he needed any help. An offer Tony had never hesitated to accept.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

Leverage/His Dark Materials, Nate/Eliot, where Eliot's a thief, Nate's a priest, and two daemons are scheming.

Leverage/His Dark Materials, Nate/Eliot

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Phia?”
The moth fluttered down and perched nearby. “Yes, Miel?”
“They’ve been in there for a long time,” the ferret twitched her nose in the direction of the confessional.
Phia did her best to look affronted, not an easy task. “Perhaps Master Spencer has a great deal to confess. He is a criminal, after all.”
“He does not!”
“…though, I admit that Nathan is always happier when he comes here.”
“He is?”
“More than with the rest of the congregation, certainly.”
“Odd….”
Phia flicked a feeler. “What are you thinking?”
“Eliot looks forward to coming here. Most people don’t.”
“Hmm. Evidently they like one another.”
“Yes, but they’re never going to do anything about it by themselves. We should… help them find each other.”

Phia considered the idea, and fluttered a little closer. “What did you have in mind, exactly?”

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Succubus!JDM/Hugh, Hot wax in candlelight

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

His long body is stretched out over the bed, his skin gleaming in the light of a thousand candles, slick with a fine sheen of sweat. He is sated and still, but not for long.

He is so very different from those that came before him, his temperament softer, more genteel. He comes of aristocratic stock, lending him an air of elegance made all the more beautiful by long limbs and fingers.

He turns his head now, tracking his master's movements as Jeffrey slides through the thick air of the room, sticky heat rife with the smells of pleasure and need. Hugh's eyes slide closed as Jeffrey touches him, one hand sliding down his spine, slipping over damp skin while his other lifts the candle from the bedside table.

Its wax is dark red, pooling under the flame as he brings it close and slowly tips it, watching the hot wax fall, watching as it paints Hugh's skin, as Hugh hisses and arches, letting it slide the curve of his back until it hardens enough to stop.

Slowly Hugh settles back to the bed, once more sedate, calm. Jeffrey smiles and lifts the candle again, dripping a long line of hot dots down his back, painting abstract images in red wax, knowing that when he is done and the wax peeled away, the red will stay, beautiful marks on beautiful skin and the pain will have his pet hard and waiting for him, ready to feed him again.

[voksen.livejournal.com]

The Secret Garden, male!Mary&Dickon&Colin, genderswap AU

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Labyrinth, Jareth/Sarah, if she stayed

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

She danced.

Her feet hurt. The opportunity to sit and take a break had not yet arisen; every time she tried to catch her breath a new song would play. She found herself completely unable to sit a single one of them out, not even for long enough to inspect the damage to her shoes, which were surely ruined by now. The satin seemed to have worn through at the big toe, and the back of her left heel felt like it had been rubbed raw.

After awhile, though, she got used to dancing through the pain.

Soon she forgot to worry about it at all.

It was some time later when the king asked her for the honour of a dance. Her deep curtsey and demure downward glance pleased His Majesty, who smiled widely enough to show off all his teeth before taking her hands in his and whisking her through the other couples.

His words, when they came, were unexpected. “Is it all you ever dreamed of?”

“Yes,” Sarah breathed before she could even think of the question or what he meant by it. The answer satisfied him, and that was all that really mattered.

Jareth passed her off to lord in a red mask, but she found she didn’t mind no longer being in his arms, for the king walked off the dance floor, long lithe strides that moved to the rhythm of the music but could not be called dancing even still, and all she wanted to do was stay and dance all night.

Shortly after the clock struck, she caught sight of him again standing by the wall holding a young boy with soft blond hair watching the dancers twirl around the room.

Their eyes singled her out from the crowd.

There was no reason to avoid going over to them and starting a conversation. She knew Toby; the king couldn’t begrudge his ward a visit from an old acquaintance. If not that, then she could make believe that she needed a drink, an excuse to get closer to him.

Her throat was parched, a fact that only occurred to her once she paused to think. It would not be make believe if she went over to the pair in search of libations.

At the edge of the room, beside the king and the boy, was table after table of a forgotten feast. Goblets of fine wine were strewn carelessly on all available surfaces, abandoned and forgotten. The most delicate desserts had been prepared for the party-goers, made from three types of chocolate, spun sugar and crisp sorbets, all still pristine works of art. There were fountains full of the clearest water, the mere thought of which was enough to make her lip her dry lips. She hadn’t ventured near them all night.

No one had.

Before she could make up her mind to go over, the king left, taking the boy with him.

She forgot to worry about whether the king would take notice of her, favour her above the others, or why she should know the boy he had brought with him. Her thirst, so sharp a moment ago, faded to a pleasant dream. She would remember it when she looked back, for every detail of this night was something to treasure until her dying days.

A new song began and a new partner reached for her hand. Taking it, a laugh escaped her cracked lips. Everything about this night was absolutely perfect.

She danced on.

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Dick/Tim, Dick and Tim were never Robin but after Tim's parents died Dick takes him on under the 'adopt a Brother' scheme

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned as the last student, damn female student, left his workshop. These girls who had no interest in small engine mechanics but had heard of the 'hot piece of ass' that taught it.

"How do the guys in your classes get anything done?" Sam laughed from the door, two trays in his hands.

Dean rolled his eyes, "don't even go there Sam." His brother sat their lunch down and pulled a chair up to the front of Dean's desk. "I've had to split them up into boy/girl teams. Do you have any idea how much paperwork I've had to fill for accidents? Too damn many."

"Stop being so charming and they wouldn't flock," Sam took a bite from his sandwich looking smug.

"Bitch," Dean grumbled.

"Jerk," Sam said through a mouth full of food.

The shop door bang open and Castiel, a Senior in his advanced automotive class, stalked into the room. "Professor Winchester we mus- My apologies," he bowed his head when he saw that Dean and Sam were having lunch, "I was unaware you were taking lunch with Professor Winchester."

Dean exchanged a bemused look with Sam, "I've told you Cas it's Mr Winchester, Dean I'd prefer though." Castiel's face scrunched up at the suggestion he should call his professor by Dean's given name.

"I've told you Professor that I prefer Castiel," Castiel reached into his messenger bag and pulled a stack of papers from it. "If you would not mind interrupting your lunch for one moment I would like to discuss the grade you gave me on my mid-term."

Dean held up his hand, "listen kid you're fantastic when it comes to getting under the hood, don't get me wrong, but most of what you can do is from trail and error; I've got to know given a picture, a set of problems and a toolbox you'll know what to do with it."

Sam rose an eyebrow at Dean when it sounded like Castiel growled, but Dean masked a grin. "Working on engines will never take place on paper," Castiel snapped. "Giving me a C for answering such basic problems wrong is ridiculous."

Dean rolled his eyes, "Cas if they were so basic you wouldn't have gotten them wrong."

Not quite finished Castiel flipped through the packet before placing it on the desk; his fury showing in the slight shake of his hands. "This is the drawing you give us to work with?" Sam leaned over to look at the picture then gave Dean a look.

Dean grumbled before taking the packet and flipping back to the front, "don't make it a habit of coming in here and bitchin' whenever you don't like a grade." Dean changed it to a B and handed it back. Castiel looked like he was going to protest but Dean held up his hand, "take it or leave it Cas. You want to do better on these parts of the test I suggest you find a tutor. Uriel isn't so bad-"

"Pompous ass," Castiel cut in.

"Anna-"

"She is a parasite of touching," the student shuttered. Dean cocked a brow but didn't comment, even though he was dying to.

Dean grumbled looking down at his grading ledger, "Lilth, Alistair and Bela are your choices. They've all excelled in the class."

Castiel looked physically sick at the idea of working with any of the students, "I'll study harder in hopes of understanding the material."

Dean sighed, "fine I'll help you out twice a week pick two days and get back to me."

The student nodded once before making a quick exit. Sam grinned, "that's the kid you keep going on about?"

"Hot aint he," Dean smirked.

"He's a student," Sam stated.

"Turned eighteen two weeks ago and graduates in January," Dean countered. "I've got plans for him."

Sam burst into laughter, "I know you dense Dean but that kid has barely concealed hate for you."

"Oh he just thinks it's hate." Dean grinned leaning back in his chair.

Sam shook his head with amusement, "just keep it PC until he's graduated."

Dean laced his fingers behind his head, "whatever you say Sammy."

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Zachary Zatara, Zat is still a magician and Tim is his personal assistant

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, the one where John's the runner

Not fic but link to fic instead

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

vain_glorious has a series of these over here (http://vain-glorious.livejournal.com/28413.html#cutid5) that are WONDERFUL. I don't think I could top these stories, especially not in a comment.

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Ronon, the one where Ronon's a scientist

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: OMG, I could write a whole 'verse on this one. Who knows? I may yet. I LOVE the idea of Ronon as a scientist! XD


"So what did you do before you got culled?" John asked, warily walking Ronon through the halls to the infirmary.

"Specialist," Ronon said, glancing at John as if that should be self-explanatory.

"Okay, but what does a specialist do?" John asked, pretty sure he was pushing it.

The guy had just had a tracking device cut out of his spine with no anesthesia, fought it out with Ford, and been swept off to new world. He had to be exhausted. John was pretty sure he must have pulled his stitches out fighting Ford. Ronon sighed, looking young and tired and strangely fascinated by the way the way the transporter worked. His fingers twitched and he ran a hand over the control panel leaving the transporter reluctantly once they'd arrived.

"The talkative one, McKay," Ronon said just before they headed into the infirmary. "What he does. Figure stuff out, make it work, come up with solutions to problems, support the soldiers."

"You were a scientist?" John asked, stopping dead in his tracks to stare up at Ronon.

"No, Specialist," Ronon said, his lips twitching into a tired smile. "Specialist First Class."

"Cool," John breathed, drawing the word out and grinning.

Ronon's tired smile became a little wider, a little more real at John's delight. Over the next few weeks it became obvious that 'Specialist First Class' meant that Ronon was at Radek and Rodney's level of intelligence and he knew Ancient technology in ways that they could only dream. He'd grown up around it and had trained in how it worked, how to fix it, how to jury-rig it once it stopped working. Once Rodney got over his fear that Ronon was going to eat him, he petitioned Elizabeth to let Ronon join the science team, ranting and raving about how much help Ronon could be in figuring out Atlantis' systems. He'd already helped solve a huge power problem with just a couple of words of explanation and a well time whack to one of the systems.

John watched from the sidelines, doing his best to help Ronon sort out their culture and fit in. He chivied Ronon (and Rodney) out of the labs and made sure they ate. He convinced Ronon to go running with him in the mornings. He sparred with Ronon (and quickly had more bruises than anyone should ever bear) and got Ronon to teach the Marines that they weren't quite as deadly as they thought they were. Eventually, John convinced Elizabeth to let Ronon join the team, citing his ability to kill Wraith, his knowledge of many worlds, and his knowledge of Ancient technology. He was delighted when Elizabeth said yes, and kind of shocked when Rodney just rolled his eyes, nodded approval and went back to work.

"You want me to join you?" Ronon asked, his dreads pulled back so they wouldn't get into his experiment, whatever that was.

"Yeah," John said, shrugging. "I think you'll be a great with me. With the team, I mean. The team. Not me, personally. Yeah. That's what I meant."

Ronon gave John a long look, his lips twitching as John blushed until his ears were burning. After a minute he chuckled, checked to make sure the door was shut and then leaned over to brush his lips over John's. John's heart stopped and then tried to jump straight through his chest. He groaned, catching Ronon's arm to deepen the kiss. Their noses bumped and John practically had to stand on his tiptoes and by the time he was willing to let go he was hard as a rock.

"I'm sure we will be great," Ronon said, his eyes twinkling with laughter and shy delight when he pulled back. "Sure. I'm in."

"Great," John said, his voice cracking. He cleared his throat. "I'll… I'll let everyone know."

"See you for dinner?" Ronon called as John beat a hasty retreat.

"Yeah," John said, smiling back at him.

"Good."

They shared a grin that promised a great deal more later, going their separate ways for the moment.

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Leverage/Highlander, Immortal!Eliot/Watcher!Nate, trying to get his history

[gaffsie.livejournal.com]

SGA/SG1, John/Cam, the AU where John's a civilian

John/Cam, London Afternoon, light R

[scrollgirl.livejournal.com]

This... probably isn't what you had in mind. *g*

*

They don't meet during basic training, or flight school. They don't meet in the skies over Afghanistan, or on the Antarctic ice sheets. They don't meet deep in the bowels of Cheyenne Mountain, or on Atlantis in a galaxy far away. They don't meet when John's still in the closet and suffocating under the expectations of his business mogul father and his country club wife. They don't meet when "don't ask, don't tell" is a burden Cam still has to bear for the sake of duty, despite the atmosphere of acceptance in the SGC.

They first cross paths in August 2009, in the London Underground, of all places, while John's on "sabbatical" from Sheppard Enterprises and Cam's on his first real vacation in almost seven years.

The original plan was for Cam and his brother Casey to take leave at the same time and go backpacking through Europe. That plan changed when Cam's sister-in-law Susannah lost her job and money got tight. It's nobody's fault the economy is still in a slump, and rescheduling the trip wasn't feasible. Cam convinces himself he's going to have a great time, regardless--Mitchells make their own fun wherever they go.

John doesn't have an itinerary. He was in Malta last week and he might be in Denmark next week. His father thinks he's in New York. John wants to walk by the Thames and maybe ride the London Eye, but that's the extent of his travel plans.

Coming out of Westminster station, something flutters out of the folds of John's jacket as he pulls it on and Cam, walking a few steps behind him, picks it up from the ground. It's a faded photo of a pretty, dark-haired woman wearing a brown leather jacket and aviator sunglasses, standing next to a blue and white Cessna.


...continued (http://scrollgirl.livejournal.com/681217.html)

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, Igraine never dies and Merlin is hired as the miraculous court sorcerer.

Hired

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“You can’t be serious, mother. He’s younger than me!” Arthur exclaimed incredulously as the newly appointed court sorcerer walked into the hall.

“Nonsense, Arthur. He’s perfectly capable,” Igraine replied, smiling and sipping her wine.

“He’s ridiculous!” Arthur complained. “He’s wearing a neckerchief. And look at his ears!”

“I think he’s adorable,” Igraine said, before raising her voice and calling out, “Merlin, darling! Come and meet my son.”

The ridiculous sorcerer wandered over, grinning. “My Queen,” he said, bowing clumsily to Igraine.

Igraine’s eyes crinkled with charmed amusement. “Merlin, this is Arthur,” she introduced.

“Prince Arthur,” Arthur emphasized.

Merlin rolled his eyes. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Arthur,” he said, deliberately leaving off the royal title. Igraine covered her smile with a hand.

Arthur bristled. “Well, do something magic, then,” he challenged, annoyed.

Merlin gave him an assessing glance, his eyes catching on Arthur’s scabbard. “Give me your sword.”

Arthur laughed sharply. “I am not giving you my sword.”

“I’ll give it back,” Merlin promised. Seeing that Arthur was unmoved, he cajoled, “Come on, I’ll give it back better than it is now.”

Slowly, Arthur pulled his sword out of his scabbard. Merlin gestured for him to lay it down on the table, so Arthur shoved aside the roast pheasant and set it down carefully. Merlin spoke a few harsh words all made up of consonants and waved a hand over the sword. The blade flashed blue before being overlaid with a soft, golden glow.

Arthur reached out a shaking hand and as he lifted the sword, feather light, it made a sound like singing. When he looked at Merlin, the golden light of the sword was reflected in the sorcerer’s eyes.

“All right,” Arthur said, trying to sound at least a little reluctant. “Maybe you can stay.”

[voksen.livejournal.com]

The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Link/Sheik, Sheik is not Zelda

[samescenes.livejournal.com]

RPF, Zac Efron/Robert Pattinson, RPattz is kicked off the HSM cast

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Dark Angel, Alec/Max, Max escapes instead of destroys Manticore in season 2 but keeps running into Manticore soldier Alec on the outside

[voksen.livejournal.com]

Cardcaptor Sakura, Toya/Yukito/Yue, Cardcaptor Toya

[ameretrifle.livejournal.com]

(couldn't resist. mixing plotlines a bit, but hey, AU. :D)

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"If I ever meet Clow Reed," says Toya, "I am going to kick his ass all the way to Osaka."

Kerberos looks up at him, vaguely wounded. "I hardly think that's fair! He did a lot for us!"

"Yeah," says Toya. "He did a lot for us, all right." He pokes at his bowtie irritably. Goddammit, why, of all people, did Daidouji Tomoyo have to find out about his little quest? It had been bad enough when Sakura figured it out-- the little monster kept skating around on her damn rollerskates (he had TOLD Dad not to get her those) with a freaking sword she'd got from god only knew where, trying to fight the cards herself and only really succeeding in scaring him half to death. But now that Tomoyo knows, she's insisted on making them all costumes, and he feels even more like an idiot than he did before.

"I mean, seriously," he says. "Let's create apparently sentient beings and seal them into cards most of their lives. Nothing weird about that at ALL."

"Toya, it's really not that--"

"Don't you start with me, Yuki." That's what really bothers him-- that Clow Reed would just create these magical creatures, would create a whole alternate personality for Yue and then leave almost nothing to sustain it after he died. If Yuki or Yue had come to any harm because of that idiocy, Toya would have traveled back in time to kick his ass, no matter what esoteric bullshit he had to study to pull it off.

"But he was only--" Yuki starts, and you know, he's not at all fond of just how attached Yue and he seem to be to their old Master, either. He still thinks there's something vaguely incestuous about the whole damn affair, though Yue isn't saying a word. Maybe he's just holding a grudge. But he doubts it.

"Kero keeps his memories in both forms," he points out. "Kero has his own sources of power. Kero is perfectly fine. Except for the stupid accent."

"HEY!"

"But Toya... we're fine too," says Yuki. "It all worked out, didn't it?"

Yuki hooks his arm around Toya's waist, leaning his head against his shoulder, and Toya sighs. "Besides," says Yuki, sounding amused, "don't try to tell me there's anything in the world you'd trade it for."

That's what it always comes back to. And Toya still doesn't have a counterargument for that.

"He could've made the staff less pink," he mutters.

Yuki just chuckles and presses a kiss behind Toya's ear, having heard that one before. Actually, though he has never said this aloud, Toya thinks maybe he knows exactly why the staff is so damn pink and girly. And if he's right... well. Clow Reed had better just stay dead if he knows what's good for him.

"Kinomoto Toya!"

"Oh, for the love of--" Toya groans, turning toward the too-familiar voice. "Kid, I told you I'm HANDLING it!"

"I am a descendant of Clow Reed!" the brat yells. "The Clow Cards are rightfully mine! And this time, I WILL beat you to it!!"

Toya feels the air stir with magic, and knows there's no time left for idle conversation. "All the way to Osaka," he mutters to Yuki. "The long way."

Yukito just sighs.

[trinityday.livejournal.com]

Harry Potter, Sirius/Lily, dating a Muggleborn is a perfect rebellion against his family

[moontyger.livejournal.com]

Snow Crash, samurai!Hiro Protagonist/ninja!Y.T., chance meetings

[yanzadracan.livejournal.com]

Kane RPS/Sentinel, Sentinel!Chris/Guide!Steve, I'm your what?!

Kane RPS/Sentinel, Sentinel!Chris/Guide!Steve, I'm your what?!

[badfalcon.livejournal.com]

Steve stared at Christian, his gaze narrowed. He twisted the tumbler of jack around in his hands. "What?"

"Every Sentinel had what Burton referred to as a Guide. A partner. Someone to watch his back. It's suggested in his research that when a Sentinel is workin' his deal, he gets oblivious to the outside world. Kinda like he's got blinders on."

"And this is the guy that was married to Elizabeth Taylor?" Steve said slowly, disbelieving tone to his voice.

"No!" Christian snapped in exasperation. "Richard Burton the explorer, not the actor. Fuck's sake, Steve, this is important!

"Yeah, yeah, ok." Steve rubbed at his forehead, feeling the beginning of a headache thumping behind his eyes. "But what does this have to do with me?"

"You saw what happened this afternoon, with the garbage truck. I... you... I trust you to have my back and... and I want you in this with me."

[cyphersushi.livejournal.com]

RPS, Succubus'verse!RDJ/author's choice, too damn charming

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"I don't believe we've met."

The speaker was a man in clothes that should look a century out of place, and yet on him looked elegant and attractive. His hair was a mess, and yet Taylor found himself wanting to run his fingers through it, grab hold and bring the man in for a kiss.

"And you aren't about to now."

Taylor dropped his gaze as his Master stepped between him and the new man.

"Oh, is he one of yours?" The man bowed, deeply, rising up with an impish sort of grin.

"Like you couldn't smell me on him when you walked in the door?" Hugh said, taking Taylor's hand and drawing him close.

"Come now, it's not as though I'm going to damage the boy."

"Robert, you are not going to come near him. Find your own. It's a ball, I'm sure someone here must fancy you."

Taylor blushed at the way the man kept looking at him, hiding his face behind his master's sleeve. He was uncomfortable enough in such high society events that his master seemed to love without the attentions of another to contend with.

And he was...another. Like his master. He could see that now, behind his too charming exterior, there was a hunger in his eyes like his master had before he fed.

"They all fancy me, my dear boy. I'm too damn charming. I want one who doesn't...so I can chase him and make him fancy me. I get bored with the ones who want me first."

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Don/Billy, where Don did not return to LA when his Mother died, but stayed in Fugitive Recovery with Billy


(I would prefer he not be happy, but whatever)

Opps, got this from lo prompts, so didn't see the last part. First time writing this pair so be nice

[cat-13145.livejournal.com]

Don doesn’t say anything, when Billy meets him. Just throws his carry all into the trunk and jumps up into the truck.

Billy doesn’t either because they have a fugitive to catch, and this is so much like old times he’s reluctant to break the spell.

When the fugitive’s caught, and they’re back at the motel, he gets some of the story out of Don. Not much, Don’s too loyal to say anything against his family, but he gets enough to hold Don extra tight that night, when the other man finally collapses.

*****

Billy’s smart enough to know Don’s running. Everyone in fugitive is, but normally their reasons aren’t so obvious.

Don just wants to get away from his father and brother. He’s mad at them for making him be the strong one, to handle things when his world was falling apart.

More than once he considers calling Alan, telling him just to leave thing be. That he just left Don to his own devices then he’d come home. He knows Alan. That he’d do the exact opposite of what Billy advised and drive Don further away.

But he doesn’t, cause he knows Don is hurting and driving him from his family will hurt him even more. And he could never hurt Don.

So he holds Don close and tries to enjoy however long they have together.

******

Something’s changing, but he’s not sure what.

Don’s…calming down is the only phrase he can come up with. He’s willing to talk to Billy, rather than just be fucked. It’s obvious on the hunts too, when Don is more focused on bringing the guy in and less on letting out his rage.

Billy tries his best to be happy for Don, even though he can tell that this is the moment he’s dreading, when Don will leave again.

*******

Since he got Don back, he’s tended to avoid hunts that take them into California.

It’s selfish, he knows, but he’s dreading the day Don will leave him. He’s back on top now, attracting real attention for the high ups. Billy couldn’t care. They could be chasing bail jumpers in Princeton and he wouldn’t care providing he had Don.

But then they get a message. Prison Break. Billy is miserable the entire drive to LA and barely say two words either in the office or to Sinclair on the stakeout.

Don isn’t at the office when he gets there, but Terri Lake tells him he went home.

Billy grunts and mutters about checking in, leaving Terri looking confused. He considers explaining that Don’s a local, actually worked here for a couple of months, but decides against it.

Instead he just drives off.

Don comes back to the motel room late and collapses on the other bed, not even making the effort to come into Billy’s. Billy stares at the wall and doesn’t sleep at all.
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Tales of Vesperia, security officer!Flynn/hacker!Yuri, cat and mouse (cyberpunk AU)

But first they must catch you (1/2)

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ToV prompt, awesome! :D Had to split it up, though this *is* a perfectly good ending point... ^~ Hope you like!

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It's a few moments before the voice chat goes through. Understandable. Yuri is probably quite busy at the moment. Industrial espionage is not a job for slackers.

"Yuri, what the HELL do you think you're doing?!" he hisses. "You know they'll never let this go!"

"Oh, hey, Flynn, how's the Empire treating you?"

Flynn wants very badly to smash his notebook against the car door. This is Yuri at his most flippant, his voice a lazy drawl like all the Knights of the Empire's security division aren't going to have his head for this. "You should be a little more worried about how we'll be treating you, Yuri! What the hell were you thinking?! You know how they deal with traitors!"

"Technically, I quit days ago," says Yuri, still sounding far too amused by the whole situation. "It's hardly my fault the lazy bastards didn't purge my password."

"Damn it, Yuri! Are you listening to a word I'm saying?! We will be after you for this! ALL of us!" Including. Me, he wants to say. Don't make me do this to you. I don't know if I can bear it.

"Yeah," says Yuri, voice gone soft, "I kind of figured."

"And you don't have anything at all to say for yourself?!"

"Nope!" he answers, cheerful again. Flynn wants to scream. There aren't all that many laws regarding what a company can do to punish corporate espionage. Mainly there are guidelines. Those are usually ignored. Sometimes the company has to pay fines for that.

"Fine," says Flynn. "Fine. This is what you've decided to do with your life? I can't stop you. But I will find you, Yuri. And you will be brought to justice."

Yuri just chuckles. "It's not justice I'm afraid of..."

The connection breaks, but Flynn's already got what he needed from it. The car's already jolted to a halt outside the cafe; he throws open the door and strides in.

Terminal 5, says the tracer program, and just looking through the cafe tells him something's not going to be right. There's no familiar flash of dark hair; either Yuri's run already, or--

Flynn groans as he finally reaches the computer. Yuri wasn't using this computer in the first place. The little bastard managed to plug a cell phone into it. It must've taken him ages to get the thing to actually be able to transfer data at any reasonable speed, but it was worth it; the tracer program can't backtrack those. He's got a whole other set of servers to go through, and by the time he gets through all those, Yuri will be gone. And the phone's going to be disposable, he can tell by the cheap look of it, and the call log isn't going to get him anywhere.

Though he should've suspected it wouldn't be that easy. Yuri didn't leave the Knights because he wasn't good enough, after all. And he always did love a good game of cat-and-mouse.

But whatever Yuri's delusions, he wasn't the cat this time. And he was going to realize soon why the mice never found it as much fun.

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SPN, priest!Sam/Dean, temptation in a leather jacket