Friday: Lasts

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

It’s brumeier, back for the last day of hosting this week. Thank you so much for making this a great week, full of great prompts and fills! To wrap things up, today's theme is LASTS! Prompts can be anything, so long as they’re related to lasts (last place, last chance, things that last, 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...
+ Battle Creek, Russ Agnew/Milt Chamberlain, this was the last time he was making a fool of himself
+ Due South, Benton Fraser/Ray K +/ Ray V, one last kiss
+ Any, Any, This is the last time I’m listening to your advice!

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[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, a love that lasts

Fill 1/2: + Dollhouse (this takes the crazy cake, I'm sorry)

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You think he'd be okay with this?" Rodney stared down at John's unconscious form.

"I think he would be," Joe said quietly.

Even though John and Rodney had been close for over half of their lives, had been lovers for the last four decades, there were some things about John that Rodney could never know like Joe did.

Evan curled a hand around Joe's wrist. "Are you sure you don't want to do it too?"

Joe nodded and leaned in, kissed Evan softly, stroked a hand over his white hair. "I'm sure. You and I have had a good life, a full life. When the time comes, it comes."

"John and I have had good lives," Rodney protested. "Full lives. But -"

"But this is your second chance. And this is their second chance, too." Joe gazed down at John fondly.

"Was it frightening?" Rodney asked.

"Terrifying," Joe said. "That crippling loneliness. Not having someone to turn to for everything. And then I had Evan to turn to. He'll be fine, because he'll have you."

The medical bay was silent, save for the beeping machines.

"For the record," Topher said, "I'm only doing this once.”

Rodney nodded. "Do it."

"Okay." And Topher hunched over his datapad, typing rapidly.

The first stasis chamber hissed open, and all of them gazed at the woman lying there. She had sleek dark hair and high cheekbones and familiar pointy ears, but she was more slender, had lovely curves.

Topher pressed another button, and blue light flared around her head, giving her the briefest halo.

She opened her eyes.

"Hey, what's going on?" Her eyes went wide. She pressed a hand to her throat. "Rodney? What's wrong with me?"

Rodney smiled at her. "Hey, Traci."

Evan held out a small hand-mirror. She accepted it with shaking hands, stared at herself.

"What - what is this? Is this me? Where's John?"

"This is you now, Traci," Topher said. "John is sleeping. We'll wake him up when we're done with everyone else."

Joe offered her a hand, helped her step out of the pod. She turned and stared at the other pod, which contained a sleeping clone, this one male.

"Everyone else?" Traci pressed her hands to her head. "They're gone!"

"From you, yes," Rodney said.

Traci ran her hands over her new body. "Oh. Oh."

“This is your chance,” Joe said, “to live your own life. Happy birthday, Traci.”

She began to cry. Rodney and the others stood back, let Joe pull her into a hug and comfort her. When her sobs finally subsided, she pulled back from Joe, wiped the tears from her face.

“What do I do now? Where do I go?”

“You’re welcome to stay on Atlantis,” Evan said. “Ronon and Teyla have arranged it. All of you will have places here until you figure out what you want to do. The universe is your oyster.”

“Universe?” Traci asked. “Could I go back to Earth?”

“If you wanted,” Joe said. “After all, you have personhood status.”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Battle Creek, Russ Agnew/Milt Chamberlain, this was the last time he was making a fool of himself

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Due South, Benton Fraser/Ray K +/ Ray V, one last kiss

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, This is the last time I’m listening to your advice!

Bad Advice, Original Work, Danielle & Willow, G

[femme-slash-fan.livejournal.com]

“This is the last time I’m listening to your advice….!”

The sound of squelching shoes echoes down the corridor even as Danielle makes her way to the towel cupboard they keep in the hall.

“It’s chucking it down…”

She is only slightly grumbling even as she moves to dry her hair, her gaze caught, finally, by Willow’s laughter.

“It’s not bloody funny, you idiot…”

She teases, throwing the towel at Willow before kicking off her shoes and padding upstairs.

“I need a bath…”

Willow smirks as she leaves, calling after her only a simple few words.

“Next time, make sure you propose indoors!”

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, Any, the last of their kind

Stargate SG-1, Team

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

"You know," Daniel said, "the hieroglyphs in the pyramid on Abydos said that Ra was the last of his kind. The last of a dying race."

"I always said that at the end of the world there would be cockroaches, twinkies, and Apophis," Sam said wisely.

Vala peered at the writing on the wall. "So what you're getting at, Daniel, is that you don't believe that this creature really is the last of its kind."

"Nope." Daniel checked his P-90, made sure it was locked and loaded and had a bullet in the chamber.

"What's the plan, Mitchell?" Sam asked.

"The plan," Cam said, also checking over his weapons, "is to talk to it nicely and pump it full of lead the second it proves to be unfriendly."

Vala ran her fingers over the carving of what looked like a pile of shining coins. Treasure. "What, exactly, constitutes unfriendly?"

Fifteen minutes later, when the massive mechanical blue lion closed its jaws over the back of Daniel's neck like he was a disobedient cub and started to drag him away, Teal'c said, "I do believe that constitutes unfriendly behavior, Colonel Mitchell."

Cam's time on SG-1 was one endless series of phrases he never thought he'd hear himself say. "Follow that lion!"

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

any, any, blow me one last kiss

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

The Mentalist, Kimball Cho +or/ Patrick Jane, one last chance

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Marvel (any), Avengers (any lineup), always last to breakfast

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

Mass Effect, any, last night

[enmuse.livejournal.com]

MCU, any, the last five years

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, you never know it's the last time until it's already too late

Fill 1/2: Stargate Multiverse, Band AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

This was it. Last night of the tour. John’s nerves were buzzing, because tonight they were going out with a bang, were going out with electric. It was Rodney’s first time performing with the Space Monkeys fully electric, and John couldn’t wait to hear how Rodney sounded with the full roar of the instruments behind him. The two bands gathered together backstage, in their circle huddle, gazing at each other.

“Well, Snakeskinners and Space Monkeys,” Cam said, “it’s been real. It’s been a crazy ride, but we rode the crazy train together, and tonight, we’re taking it out of town with a bang. Now, what’s gonna happen on stage tonight?”

John raised his voices with the rest. “Rock’n’roll!”

“And what’s the audience gonna do?”

“Lose their minds!”

“And what are we going to do?”

“Be legendary!”

The words were like John’s mantra before each performance. Even as they revved up his pulse, they slowed down something else inside of him, that place where he found his music and drew it out, down his arms and to his fingertips.

Cam said, “John, you make the boys and girls scream with your smile, and with your guitar. I wanna hear them scream tonight.”

John met Cam’s gaze and held it, smiling at the warmth in Cam’s gaze. “Vala,” he said, “you rock like Jimmy Page. Take us to heaven, sister.”

Vala leaned over and kissed his cheek before she said, “Rodney, your hands are a gift from the gods. Bless this audience.”

Laughter rose up, because Rodney had nothing if not a healthy ego, but he smiled and said, “Grace, you are the heartbeat of your band, and you never let it flatline. Give this audience a heart attack.”

Grace beamed. “Ronon, you bring the funk and the soul to every song. Play that funky music, half-white boy.”

Ronon threw his head back and laughed. “Hailey, that harmony on Saving Me is beautiful. Keep on harmonizing.”

Hailey turned to Teyla. “Hey, you are the girl with the beat. Don’t let them stop the beat.”

Teyla inclined her head gracefully and said, “Cam, you are a shining star. Shine on.”

And then it was Rodney, of all people, who surged forward first, dragging Cam and Vala into a hug, and John joined in, and it was all one mess of limbs and laughter and buzzing energy.

Evan said, “Space Monkeys, you’re on.”

John, Ronon, Teyla, and Rodney, eased out onto the stage in the dark, their places thankfully marked by glow-in-the-dark gaff tape. The lights stayed down until Rodney hit the opening refrain of Hallelujah on his keyboard, and then a single spotlight shone down on him. With his golden curls and his graceful hands, he looked like an angel.

Teyla began to sing, and another spotlight shone down on her.

And then her chorus melted into the bridge on Hum Hallelujah, and while she and Rodney were crooning their softness, John hit his chorus over top of theirs, and the lights came up.

He and Ronon hit the opening chords, and the audience screamed.

When the final lines wound down (A teenage vow in a parking lot / till tonight do us part), John had to pause for breath.

And then he said, “Good evening, Chicago!”

The audience cheered.

“We are the Space Monkeys, and tonight, we want to rock your world. Getting us started were Rodney and Teyla on the Leonard Cohen classic, Hallelujah, and of course the Rodney McKay classic, Hum Hallelujah. This next song is brought to you by the reggae rhythms of Ronon Dex. Whatever you came here to escape from tonight, whatever sorrow or trouble or pain, we love you, and we thank you, and we hope you walk away from this show feeling better about life. Go now, you are forgiven.”

John ducked his head and dropped straight into the opening riff, fingers jumping, and the audience cheered some more.

John had read in an interview once, a famous rock star said that the third concert in a tour was always the best. The first two were the pancakes, were getting all the kinks smoothed out, and the third show was the best show, the most perfect, where the entire band was on and full of energy, and by the end of the tour, it was all rote, all robotic, and they were all exhausted.

But John was pretty sure that the last concert of a tour was the best.

[marlex.livejournal.com]

any, any, "We have one last option, and you're not going to like it."

Fill 1/3: Stargate Multiverse Band AU

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Jeannie was right. Rodney wasn't made to be lowly session musician forever. He took great pride in playing well, and he took great pride in making sure the sound engineering was right, but in his heart he was a songwriter. He liked to make music.

"But I don't have any songs," Rodney protested. "Not anymore."

Jeannie, slouched on the couch and rubbing her swollen belly while Rodney patiently rubbed her feet, pouted at him. "But that song you were playing on the piano the other day sounded great."

"It was a jazz rendition of Fact Fiction," Rodney said.

"Well, it sounded pretty good." Jeannie patted him on the shoulder gently. "You should start a jazz band. Do jazz covers of whatever songs you want. Maybe it'll inspire you to do new ones."

Immediately Rodney thought of all the other musicians he knew at the studio, who would be useful in such an ensemble.

"You know what? You're right."

Jeannie was right. Rodney spent the next week going around to all the other musicians at the studio, asking them to join his crazy venture. He drew up concept sketches and storyboards for the ideas he had for music videos on YouTube. With Jeannie's help, he came up with ideas for fancy dresses, which wooed some of the female session singers to agree to be his vocalists.

And so he set about making arrangements of songs the Space Monkeys had done.

And he realized, about two weeks into the project, that he hadn't thought of John Sheppard, not once.

And hey, maybe he was okay.

Except none of the guitarists were good enough for what he wanted. None of them.

Except Hailey.

She sighed. "I cannot play in your awesome cover a band, Rodney. I have my own band."

"But every other guitarist here is incompetent," Rodney hissed. "Short of you and Vala, there's no one who plays the way I want them to play. I need the perfect guitarist."

"There's no such thing as the perfect guitarist," Hailey said patiently, tuning her guitar. She played a beautiful flamenco riff just to taunt him with her skill.

"You're the closest I've heard. You and Vala."

Hailey arched an eyebrow at him. "Flattery will get you nowhere."

"Hailey -"

"Just give some of the session musicians a try."

Rodney did. Every single guitarist. He ought to have started at the bottom of the list, because starting with the best and cycling through them down to the worst was just depressing.

Two weeks after that, he went crawling back to Hailey. "Please. I beg of you. I'll make your favorite cookies." That had been Jeannie's suggestion for currying favor with the women in his life, but that was probably because she had an insane craving for chocolate chip cookies and Rodney kept baking them.

"We have one last option," Hailey said, "and you're not going to like it."

[marlex.livejournal.com]

Wreck-It Ralph, any, last game alert

[marlex.livejournal.com]

The Walking Dead, Daryl Dixon/Beth Greene, last ones standing

[marlex.livejournal.com]

MCU, Darcy Lewis/Steve Rogers, last meal

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, last chance

Fill: John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Marie, Atlantis Medical Group AU

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Desperate Measures (https://archiveofourown.org/works/13377339)

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any, last chance for love

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any child, picked last for a sports team

Not A Fill

[4bdnsn0wflake.livejournal.com]

But, ouch, the memories!

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Any, any/any, first and last kiss

Fill: SGA/HP, Draco/Evan

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

The first time Draco kissed Evan, it was after watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, during which Evan had patiently explained muggle pop culture references and generously not mocked Draco's cultural ignorance. The rest of AR-3 (Stevens, Coughlin, Reed) had departed once the credits started rolling, irritated by the running commentary but feigning tiredness. Draco had leaned in, kept his voice soft, thanked Evan for his patience, explained he'd had a bit of a sheltered upbringing, he knew how odd his questions were. He'd been hoping to win some sympathy by displaying a measure of vulnerability, hoping Evan's natural protective instincts would be to Draco's benefit. He kissed Evan, and Evan kissed him back, and Draco knew he would be safe. He hadn't expected he would be loved.

The last time Draco kissed Evan, it was before a team of Aurors took him away. The entire world, muggle and wizarding alike, had been turned upside down when Atlantis splash-landed in the Pacific Ocean. Earth was not alone in the universe. Humans were not alone in the universe. And science and magic weren't as far apart as everyone thought. Draco had done his best to avoid the spotlight - not that difficult, seeing how the majority of the attention was on SG-1 and AR-1, but then some nosy reporter who put Rita Skeeter to shame got his grubby little hands on an AAR and saw that Major Evan Lorne had been on the Wraith hive ship before it detonated, and he had questions about AR-3, and Major Paul Davis, in all his muggle wisdom, let the reporter have at them. He'd hoped it would take some of the pressure off of the flagship teams. Draco hadn't been able to avoid the cameras. He'd said as little as possible during interviews, but the reporter had latched onto his accent, been intrigued by his vague past. And some muggleborn had seen a magazine article, and then the aurors appeared. Apparated in from seemingly nowhere. Evan and Draco had both drawn their sidearms automatically - they carried even when they were on libo - and shifted into formation to protect each other. But guns were of no concern to aurors.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry Potter said, "you are charged with crimes against Wizardkind. You must return to London to stand trial."

Ron Weasley eyed Evan with no small amount of disdain. "Should we call for an Obliviator?"

"No," Draco said. "You'd have to wipe years of his memory to hide the magical world from him." That was a lie. "Leave him out of this."

"Derek," Evan said in a low voice, "I'm not letting them take you."

"They won't have to take me. I'm going with them freely." Draco lowered his gun and turned to Evan, curved his hand over Evan's jaw. "I have to go. If I go quietly, they won't hurt you. Your gun won't hurt them. Nothing you can do will hurt them. And they'll try to make you forget me. Don't forget me. Please."

"Derek -"

"It's Draco, actually. Draco Malfoy." He leaned in and kissed Evan goodbye.

Evan lowered his gun automatically, cradled Draco's face in his hands and kissed him back.

Potter cleared his throat.

Draco pulled back. He caught Evan's gaze, held it for a moment, then turned away, raised his hands in surrender, and walked into Auror custody.

[cozy-coffee.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, sam/dean, last night on earth

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any, last trip through the gate.

Fill. Stargate: Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Jeannie Miller. Death & Destruction AU.

[aivix.livejournal.com]

She whispered to him across the distance, endless but gentle, until he came home for the last time.

(Rodney knelt in the middle of the gateroom, his blood-soaked hands held out toward Carson. One word, one letter, sputtered out, “I... I...” broken only by the dose of midazolam that Keller gave.

Only once he had calmed and began to nod off, did Sam tell him, “We know.”

Nothing more really ever needed to be said.)

And afterwards, with the stasis pod humming away, his dying mind safe within hers, Atlantis showed her anger at losing her chosen sons:

The Ori had gained traction, though Earth hadn't needed their help to deal with that. No, it was the sudden discovery of Wraith traveling to Milky Way that had necessitated the Expedition—and Atlantis—being recalled.

Sam had promised, “We're on our way, General,” and Radek had called out, “Carson, we're ready when you are.”

The hyperdrive had flashed to life and then, sputtering like a flooded combustion engine, petered out. It didn't break, but it wouldn't start and despite Radek begging Rodney to plead with the city, Atlantis continued to refuse.

---

They'd set him up with a VR. It was simple—Atlantis as he remembered her best, the peak of the expedition when Elizabeth still smiled and the War hadn't weighed so heavily on John's shoulders.

How young they'd all been.

“Hey.”

Rodney blinked himself from his stupor, startled a little by Jeannie's appearance. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I did,” she admitted, tugging her sweater tightly across her ribs, “Couldn't sleep.”

He nodded at that admission, because really, who could sleep? Lately, that was. The guilt simply laid too heavily on everyone; Carson had handed out Ativan and Valium until he couldn't, and then half the city had either turned to walking zombies while the other half drank themselves to sleep.

Things were a bit bleak at the moment.

“Sam tried the gate again,” Jeannie muttered, “She still won't dial.”

She, Atlantis.

“I heard.”

They'd tried the DHD within command and half the Jumpers, but Atlantis refused to dial out and by proxy, dial in, and while that meant they didn't have confirmation of the Wraith arrival in Milky Way, it was pretty much a guarantee unless the Ori had stepped in and even then... there really wasn't a good-case scenario to be found.

Jeannie swallowed thickly, trying not to think of Kaleb who had stayed behind to sell the house before he joined her in Pegasus as a schoolteacher in New Athos. At least, Maddie, thank God, had been with her in Atlantis, safe as a member of a test group of expedition family members.

For a moment, they were quiet and then Rodney, brokenly, told her, “She's going to fight turning my pod off,” and, “I'm a power drain the city doesn't need anymore. You have to think about the long term now, surviving.”

“Mer...”

“Jeannie, please.”

---

She reached through all of it—the noise, the distance, the lingering fight—and brushed herself against his mind, purring like some overgrown mechanical cat.

But he whispered back, “John,” and she ground to a stop.

[tigriswolf]

fairy tale, author's choice, true love's last kiss

[tigriswolf]

Author’s choice, author’s choice, Character A living with the knowledge that they’re the last person Character B talked to before dying

[tigriswolf]

RPF, Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, last first kiss

[tigriswolf]

author's choice, author's choice,

If you give me one last chance I promise you it will last
And if it should fail again I’ll go away I promise