Wednesday: Memory
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brumeier, and today's theme is MEMORY! Prompts can be anything, so long as they’re related to memories (fond memories, lost memories, memorabilia, etc).
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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
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, temporary amnesia
+ Person of Interest, John Reese +/ Harold Finch, He’d forgotten what it was like to trust someone.
+ Any, Any, box full of childhood memories
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brumeier, and today's theme is MEMORY! Prompts can be anything, so long as they’re related to memories (fond memories, lost memories, memorabilia, etc).Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, temporary amnesia
+ Person of Interest, John Reese +/ Harold Finch, He’d forgotten what it was like to trust someone.
+ Any, Any, box full of childhood memories
We are now using AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2016 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
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Date: 2016-06-22 10:51 am (UTC)Fill: + Dollhouse
Date: 2016-06-22 11:31 pm (UTC)Ronon, Teyla, Evan, and Joe were sitting together in Ronon's kitchen.
"What happened?" Teyla asked.
Rodney had shadows around his eyes. "John keeps forgetting who he is. He woke up in the middle of the night and thought he was CIA Agent. Kept asking about his wife and kids. Freaked out when he saw me in bed beside him. He cycled through three different imprints before I managed to calm him down."
"The other day," Ronon said, "I saw him wandering the market pier. He looked so confused. I asked him if he was okay, and he didn't even answer me in English."
"Translator." Joe's expression was grim.
"What do you think is wrong?" Rodney asked.
"It has to be the imprints," Joe said. "No one's really studied the effects of active architecture over time, and apart from Anthony, Priya, Echo, and Kilo, no one else really kept their imprints. Architecture is artificial. It...breaks down."
Rodney's shoulders slumped. Ronon had always hated how much of the universe was beyond his strength, his ability to fight. He'd meant it all those years ago - he needed to learn science, so he could be useful in all situations. And he'd learned some things, but not nearly enough to even begin to be useful in this situation.
"We could dial Earth and speak to Jennifer, could we not?" Teyla peered at Rodney.
"Between her and Topher, no one knows more about actives," Evan said.
Rodney nodded. "That's a great idea. And - we could look up more information about the Phoebus and Thelan incident. And maybe that mind-stamp incident SG-1 went through."
Ronon recognized the fire in his eyes. When Rodney got that look in his eyes, he would find the answer. He would.
"There are a couple of other options," Joe said. "Remember the time you got stuck in Cadman?"
Rodney nodded.
"Remember how Carson said one of you had to let go?"
Fury blazed in Rodney's eyes. "I'm not about to -"
"No, not make John let go," Joe said. "See if - some of the imprints will. Some of them might." He laughed softly, and it turned into a cough. "We're not as young as we used to be. Some of us are - tired."
Alarm flared briefly in Evan's eyes, and he reached out, covered Joe's hand with his.
Ronon had never appreciated how much younger he was than the rest of them, because he had always been side by side with them in their war against the Wraith, but all of the men were completely grey, Rodney had barely any hair, and none of them walked as tall as they had, even though they were still in much better shape than other men their age.
"Or you could - clone John. Give bodies to the imprints that want them."
Rodney shook his head. "I've offered before. They all said no."
"This time, some of them may say yes," Teyla said.
Joe took a deep breath. "There's another problem. John is just an imprint."
Rodney opened his mouth to protest, but Joe held up a hand.
"Hear me out. John's consciousness has been in control long-term in a body that wasn't originally his. All the other actives were restored to their primary personalities. Kilo and Echo are composite personalities. John's an imprint, at the technical level. It could be that - that my body is finally rejecting him as the active architecture breaks down."
Rodney pressed his lips into a thin line.
Ronon said, "Let's call Jennifer and that Topher guy."
Evan nodded. “I’ll head over to Ops now, talk to Alexej.” He stood up and crossed Ronon’s quarters, initiated the door lock.
And there was John, blinking drowsily. He smiled tentatively at Evan. “Did I fall asleep?”
It was Joe who recovered fastest, said gently, “For a little while.”
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Date: 2016-06-22 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-22 10:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-22 10:53 am (UTC)Do you still remember when?
Well you should have seen us then
FILL: Hit the floor, Zero/Jude, fluff/love
Date: 2016-06-28 11:30 pm (UTC)One day they were lost in love—all bright smiles and happy giggles as Zero would pull Jude to his chest and kiss him slow and sweet—then the next day they were arguing, cursing and saying all sorts of things they soon regretted.
At first, the relationship was only about sex, bumping and grinding in heat, Zero biting down hard on Jude’s neck, breaking the skin, as the pleasure consumed him while his hands tiptoed over every part of Jude’s beautiful body.
It meant nothing, it was just sex, the need to get off and unwind after an exhausting day. It was not love or wanting more of what little love and devotion they had, not for Zero anyway. Jude wanted the domestic life, but the blond would lean against the doorframe and shake his head, murmur “I don’t do relationships.”
The thought of them settling down in a cozy cottage in the woods and living joyfully without a care in the world seemed like false hope, and yet, here they are. After a long road filled with bumps, they made it to the end of the fairy tale. They live in a nice big house on the outskirts of town, close enough that they had everything they could need for daily living, yet tucked up far away in the woods away from people to feel like they were the only two soul mates in the world.
The two mutts they adopted from the shelter are walking hairballs, and even thought the enormous amount of hair they shed could be turned into a coat, Zero and Jude love Molly and Max and the saying is true—a house is not a home without a dog.
Zero, although never a big fan of sappy, romantic moments, feels his heart melt when he comes home from work on day to find the most adorable sight. He can feel a ripple of pure joy tingling in his heart, fluttering like butterfly wings.
Jude is curled up in bed, taking a little cat nap, and Molly and Max are cuddled up beside him. He has one arm tucked around Molly, snuggling the dog as if she were his teddy bear, and Max is laying with his head on Jude’s shoulder, snoring rather loudly, the big loveable pup.
Grinning brightly, Zero walked up to the bed where his boyfriend was fast asleep and combed his fingers through his soft dark tresses. Even asleep, Jude smiles, blissful and happy, cuddling with their pups. Zero brushes his fingers over Jude’s cheek, no hesitation to gently cup his face and rub his thumb over the cute dimple that makes him smile whenever he sees his boyfriend grinning so brightly like sunny sunshine.
Zero couldn’t believe that he got his happily ever after. For so long he thought it was only a dream, but now, and for the rest of his life, he gets to live happily ever after with the love of his life by his side.
♥ END ♥
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Date: 2016-06-22 10:53 am (UTC)Fill 1/2
Date: 2016-06-23 07:50 am (UTC)They’d promised him a kickass party for the weekend, complete with a movie, dinner out, Tina and Sasha along for the fun, and spending an embarrassing amount of money at the local skating rink/arcade. It was the time of his life.
But something else was going on, something no one would talk to him about. He knew everyone else in the house was in on whatever classified business happened at Rodney’s work, because John and Evan went to volunteer there sometimes, and JD was old friends with Sam and Daniel, who were sorta kinda Rodney’s bosses, and Cam always understood the loaded you know and that one time with that one thing that the others tossed back and forth, whole stories behind fragments of sentences.
Tyler knew that whatever was going on at the Mountain had something to go with whatever a Stargate was and him having some kind of funky gene, but no matter how many times he asked, all he got was that it was classified. If it was so classified, why did everyone keep talking about it in front of him? And who was the crazy woman at the grocery store grabbed JD’s face and said he looked like someone named Charlie?
Add to that his bio parents showing up at parent-teacher conferences and almost killing Rodney, and Tyler was officially having the worst and best week of his life, all rolled into one. He’d had to take a lot of breaks to do some deep breathing or ride his longboard to the park and back so he didn’t freak out.
His life was weird and crazy. So he shouldn’t have been surprised when the doorbell rang and it was JD’s Uncle Jack. He wasn’t wearing his fancy general uniform, though, just khakis, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. And he was carrying a giant cardboard box.
“Hey, uh, Tyler. Is...JD...home?”
“Last I checked, yeah. C’mon in.” Tyler stepped back and let Uncle Jack into the house.
The box was full of - junk. An old dusty teddy bear. Clothes. A little baseball bat, glove, and baseball. A bright yellow yoyo. Pictures. Probably some of JD’s old stuff from when he was a kid. Tyler led Uncle Jack down the hall to JD’s room. Belatedly, he realized JD might not be in there or, worse, that JD might be in there with Cam or Evan or both.
Tyler scampered ahead and knocked on the door.
“Yes?” Just JD, no awkward giggling from Evan and Cam.
Tyler relaxed. “Hey, your Uncle Jack’s here to see you.”
JD yanked open the door, eyes wide. “Hey, Jack! What brings you by?”
Uncle Jack hefted the box. “Let’s talk.”
JD nodded, but then his gaze fell on the baseball glove, and he froze. It took him a moment to recover. “I got this, Tyler. Thanks.” He stepped back, and Uncle Jack went into his room, and JD closed the door firmly behind him.
Tyler did what any self-respecting kid did who’d seen a movie. He ran to the kitchen, scooped a glass out of the dishwasher, and tip-toed back to JD’s room to press it against the door and eavesdrop shamelessly.
“ - Done with the pleasantries?” JD asked.
He sounded - rude. Which was bizarre. JD could be sarcastic and occasionally what Principal Connors called insubordinate, but never outright rude. Especially not to an older adult.
“Look, coming here wasn’t my choice,” Jack said.
“Daniel make you do it?”
“Maybe.”
“Why did you bring that here?”
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:05 am (UTC)Fill: Spooks (MI5), Lucas North
Date: 2016-09-30 11:19 am (UTC)Then suddenly he woke, bathed in sweat, breathing hard. The nightmare receded and the elusive clue, which this time had felt almost within reach, was once again gone. Lucas sat on the crumpled bed, looked round at the plain white walls and reminded himself it was all over and he was safe.
There was a knock on the door.
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-22 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-06-22 11:19 am (UTC)Do you remember the taste of my lips that night
I stole a bit of my mother's perfume
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:20 am (UTC)When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:22 am (UTC)Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
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Date: 2016-06-22 11:23 am (UTC)Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:10 pm (UTC)Stargate Multiverse, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Atlantis' last memory.
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:10 pm (UTC)The Martian, Mark Watney, Memories of Mars.
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:12 pm (UTC)Stargate Multiverse, Rodney McKay, His best childhood memories are tied to food.
Fill: Oppie!verse
Date: 2016-06-30 01:41 am (UTC)The cake was divine.
“Keep making noises like that and we’re going to have to get a room,” John murmured.
“Cake is one of my favorite things,” Rodney said. He sucked another morsel off his fork and smiled to himself.
“You might have mentioned that sooner.” John nudged Evan. “Teach me to bake a cake.”
“Can you read?” Evan asked. He was watching JD and Cam ganging up on Sasha and Tina on Street Fighter at the arcade.
Rodney was offended on John’s behalf. “Of course he can read.”
“Then you can bake a cake. Follow the instructions, get a cake.” Evan sounded...distracted.
John slid closer to Rodney. “What kind of cake is your favorite?”
“That’s a difficult question. Lots of kinds. Red velvet. Angel’s food. Devil’s food. Carrot cake. Cheese cake. Shortcake.”
“Why cake?” John asked.
Rodney closed his eyes and hummed happily, chewing on another bite of cake. Tyler liked coconut everything, and Evan had somehow made a coconut yellow cake. The cake was moist but fluffy, and the frosting had shredded coconut in it, but there was also a hint of almond. “My Great-Aunt Agnes,” he said after swallowing. “She made cake all the time. She was one of those cryptographers at Bletchley Park during World War II. She watched Jeannie and I sometimes, when we were children. Introduced us to algebra and calculus at an early age. Her house was amazing. Piano, math, and cake.”
Whenever Rodney took a bite of good cake, he was back in Aunt Agnes’s dim parlor, perched on one of her overstuffed chairs with a dusty Calculus volume open on his knees, warmed by the fire crackling in the hearth and listening to Aunt Agnes play Gershwin on the grand piano in the corner.
“What happened to her?” John asked quietly.
“She died when I was, what, twelve?”
The same time he’d stopped playing piano. He had no heart, his piano teacher said. No, his heart had been broken.
“She left me her piano, but I’ve never had room for it.”
“So you have two pianos?”
“Couldn’t live without one. When we move out, we can leave the upright where it is. I can get the grand out of storage.” Rodney took another bite of cake.
John blinked. “When we move out?”
“Not right now,” Rodney said. “Just...eventually.” He’d been thinking about it for a while. After the whole thing with Sophia, he was interested in taking on more children. But there was no room for it in that house, not with Tyler already there.
John reached out, covered Rodney’s hand with his. “Want to talk about it more?”
“Later,” Rodney said. “Your fans await.”
Tina and Sasha were jumping up and down, hollering, “Shep! Shep! Come beat JD at shooting!”
“There’s a video game called Area 51,” John said. “Apparently I need to go shoot some zombies.”
“Pretty sure JD’s shot zombies in real life,” Rodney said. But he pressed a kiss to John’s cheek. “Go, shoot, win nothing.”
John huffed. “Gamer cred, Rodney. I’ll win gamer cred.”
Rodney watched him go, watched him laugh and smile with the girls and show off a little with the toy rifle. He watched JD and Cam, horsing around with Tyler on a basketball game. The thing was obviously rigged, but Cam was a great shot even from his chair. Tyler looked admiring every time Cam or JD made a basket. Rodney remembered holding little Sophia in his arms, the way she’d gazed at him trustingly. Tyler was their first, but he was mostly Cam’s. Rodney decided that Tyler wouldn’t be their last. One day a child would eat cake and tell her best friend or teacher or someone that eating cake always made her think of John and Rodney’s house, with math and music and warmth and love.
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Date: 2016-06-22 01:16 pm (UTC)Stargate Multiverse, Any,
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me for centuries
Fill: future fic! Full of OCs
Date: 2016-06-22 11:59 pm (UTC)“Crushing on anyone yet?”
Harrisselle let out a little yip of surprise.
Ryuichi vaulted over the back of the bench and landed neatly in the seat beside her.
She punched him in the shoulder. “Don’t scare me like that! I could’ve killed you.”
He rolled his eyes at her. “Why, because you’re a Sheppard Cadet? You’re just as lame at hand-to-hand as a McKay Cadet.”
“Says the McKay Cadet.”
Ryuichi lifted his chin haughtily. “I’m delicate. I’m not made for life-saving heroics. I’m here for the science. Pure science.”
“You mean you’re too pansy to join the Carter Cadets.”
“Says the girl who’s not pretty enough to be a Carter.”
Harrisselle punched Ryuichi in the shoulder again. He swatted her back, and they devolved into a brief tussle before a Senior Sheppard Cadet cast them a dirty look, and they separated, smoothing down their uniforms and sobering.
“You ready for this?” Harrisselle asked.
“To spend the next four years of my life getting ready for intergalactic adventure? Hells yes.” But Ryuichi’s bouncing knee belied his excitement. He was just as nervous as she was.
Harrisselle watched yet more uniformed cadets stream past. “Have you picked a Category yet?” She was tempted to stay Cat 7, never travel anywhere with eight chevrons in the address. She liked the Milky Way. So many kids talked big, going Cat 8, going to other galaxies, but not that many followed through. And the kids who went Cat 9 - they were crazy.
“Seven. My mom would flip if I went Cat 8.”
Harrisselle nodded. Ryuichi’s dad had gone Cat 8 and never come home. They’d never even found his body.
“You?”
“Not sure yet,” she said. Everyone had their categories on their uniforms. Harrisselle noticed one cadet who looked about her age. He was tall and lean, with bright blue eyes and messy dark hair. There was an 8 on his left shoulder patch. Harrisselle nudged Ryuichi. “Who’s that? He’s pretty cute.”
It took Ryuichi a moment to follow her gaze, but then he spotted the object of her interest. “Nope. Way outta your league. Forget it right now.”
“He’s cute, but he’s not -”
“That’s Evander McShep.”
Oh. Oh.
“Yeah. He’s got Supergene, unlike the rest of us schlubs who have to settle for The Beckett, and he’s some kinda crazy genius, too. I hear he’s on the fast-track for Senior Carter Cadet in, like, two years. So we won’t be seeing much of him.”
Now that Harrisselle looked at the boy more closely, she could see it - he had the trademark Rodney McKay blue eyes and the John Sheppard hair. How could she have missed it? He glanced up from his datapad, frowning, and Harrisselle looked away quickly.
Ryuichi nudged her again. “Hey, look, there’s Linda.”
Linda had a red cross patch beneath the seven on her left shoulder.
“Did she pick Keller Class or Frasier Cadet?” Harrisselle asked. Linda had always had an iron-clad stomach and excelled in every medical class she took.
“Beckett Corps, actually.”
Roaming the universe and introducing helpful medicine to less-developed planets was a totally Linda thing to do. Harrisselle wished her well.
Ryuichi dug in his pocket for his datapad. “Hey, did you get your barracks assignment yet? Where are you?”
So they could plan midnight kitchen raids. Harrisselle patted herself down, tried to remember which pocket she had what in. A shadow fell over her.
She looked up.
Evander McShep was standing in front of her, and he looked...nervous.
“Hey.” His voice was light, soft. “I don’t really know anyone here. But you’re headed for orientation, right?”
“Yes,” Harrisselle said slowly.
Evander ducked his head. “Can I sit with you?”
Harrisselle didn’t need to look at Ryuichi to know he was opening his mouth to make a smart comment, so she clamped a hand on his wrist and squeezed. She flashed Evander a bright smile. “Sure. That’d be great.” She offered her other hand. “I’m Harrisselle Markham. This is my best friend, Ryuichi Kusanagi.”
“I’m Evander McShep. Nice to meet you.”
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Date: 2016-06-22 02:28 pm (UTC)(Whether or not it's still useful is up to you.)
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Date: 2016-06-22 02:46 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos/Kronos, "Do you remember how we met, Brother?"