THURSDAY! -- DIE FOURTH WALL, DIE!

[musingdarkly.livejournal.com]

Well folks, this is where we must part. Since today is the last day of my week of guest-hosting, I chose a topic that I hope will inspire you all.

Today's theme is DIE FOURTH WALL, DIE!! Make the characters of your story talk to the viewer, have them discuss fanfic. Break down the fourth wall, and have fun with them.

Remember to follow the rules, only three prompts per fandom, only five prompts in a row, and no spoilers in the headers until at least a week after their premiere.

Be kind to the code monkeys and follow the common prompt format:

Supernatural, Sam/Dean, "Hold on, who's Kripke, and how's he know this shit?"

Author's Choice, Author's Choice, "So what's that?"

Monk, General, "Hey, my doppleganger. I bet I can take him!"

Have fun with the prompts, and have a great weekend!

- Musingdarkly

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[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Author's Choice, Author's Choice, A Hoard of Neil Patrick Harris Characters Meet

Fangirl Ahoy

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

"Oh my god I feel so bad," said the girl sitting across from him, her hands over her mouth. She was blond, little chunky and had been freaking out since he'd said his name.

"Why? You know normally when you save a girl from getting hit by a car they normally just say thanks," Dean said putting his hands on his hips. He'd seen her, in the middle of the road checking on some road kill she must have hit and a semi was coming. He'd tackled her, but that had sent them both rolling down the hill.

"But unless this world is like completely backwards and ironic then you're THE Dean Winchester, from the books right?" she asked eagerly, "Like standing in front of me. I knew you were real, it was just too good of a series for you not to be."

"Huh, well, I better get going..." Dean said but when he saw her try and get up and fell back he he groaned. He couldn't just leave her in the middle of no where with a broken ankle. He was pretty sure she'd get eaten by a bear.

"I thought you were leaving," she said as he picked up her arm.

"I can't leave you," Dean said rolling his eyes.

"Dean," called another voice as Castiel came out of the shadows like the shady mother fucker he can be.

"What?" Dean demanded annoyed to see him here.

"Oh MY GOD!" the woman screamed right into his ear. Castiel stared at him confused.

"She reads the books," he explained rolling his eyes.

"OMG Caz that's so awesome," she exclaimed practically waiting her pants.

"No one calls me Caz," he said sharply.

"Sorry. Wait, were you guys meeting out here to have random hook up sex in the woods?" she asked before covering her mouth and muttering to herself.

"No," Dean said sharply and kept them walking faster towards the road. Once there he helped her sit down on the road.

"Wait, are you going to leave me here?" she asked frightened.

"It's a busy road. Someone is bound to pick you up," he said walking towards his Impala.

"is that the car? Wow it's even better then I imagined," she said dreamily.

"You know, you hit your head kind of hard back there, you could be imagining all this," he said getting inside of the car and Castiel fallowing. The girl tried limping towards it and he gunned it before she got anywhere close.

"You seem to be popular," Castiel said.

"Yeah and gay it seems. Why the hell don' they pair me with a girl. Do I come off as gay?" Dean demanded.

"Do you want me to answer that?" Castiel asked back and Dean's face scrunched up in annoyance.

"At least it wasn't Sam," Dean said straightening his review mirror.

"What were you doing in the woods just then?" Castiel asked.

"Nothing," he said glad he'd already packed up his computer, but if Castiel opened it he'd see a forum for 'Castiel/Dean' fanfiction.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

House, House/Author's Choice, "Did I ever tell you I'm british and I love wearing pretty dresses?"

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

Avatar, Sokka, "We should rename this show Sokka: The Pimpmasta!"

[alikat322.livejournal.com]

I mean seriously, have you seen how awesome I am? I know, I know, I’m comic relief. But who cares if I can fly, or have a badass scar, or even that I don’t have any of those fancy bending skills. Just look at these muscles! Who needs magic karate when you’re ripped like this?

But it’s not just all the looks! I am a seriously skilled person. If it wasn’t for me, the rest of the group would be wandering around doing whatever they felt like. I build things! I get things done! I am a tactical mastermind! I don’t need a mustache to show how much I’ve grown as a character; I just let loose a wave of pure, distilled, BADASS!

And of course, let us never forget that the ladies love me. You can go “Zutara” or “Kataang” all day, or mash up whatever words you want, but I have had two, count ‘em, TWO, canon girlfriends. An awesome warrior chick and a princess/moon goddess. Yes. I dated the moon. Take that, scar boy. And I can charm NPC girls all day long, with my mad poetry skills. I don’t have a flashy title, cause I don’t need one. My name is enough to drive the girls crazy.

So, long story short, I am awesome. The reason I don’t get a ton of screen time, is because if I did, the screen would explode from the sheer power. They tried to get some sparkly-vampire-wussy-white-boy to play me. But get a clue, Shyamalan; all the ladies know the truth. I am Sokka of the Water Tribe. Accept no substitutes.

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

House/Harold and Kumar, Author's Choice, Crack!Fic... Kutner was really killed by NPH

[lilithisbitter.livejournal.com]

HIMYM, Author's Choice, Better Than Neil

[alcetis.livejournal.com]

"You have to admit, he's pretty talented," Robin said, motioning to the T.V.

"Yeah, he can dance, sing, act... And he's kind of cute," Marshall agreed.

"Phhh," Barney said, "I don't get what the big deal is. They really couldn't find anyone good to host the Emmys this year, could they?"

"What? He does magic!" Lily exclaimed.

"So do I!" Barney said.

"Listen, you're going to have to give this one up, Barney," Ted said, "he's pretty talented."

"Guys, I hate to say this, but... I'm better than Neil," Barney exclaimed.

"Barney..." Robin started.

"Where do I start? Romantic appeal!"

"Barney, he's gay-"

"I'm better than Neil, in so many ways it's almost unreal!"

"You're really going to have to give this one up, dude," Marshall said.

"I'm better, I'm better than-"

At that point the screen began to crackle and a large, laughing NPH appeared on screen.

"Dude, he just took over the Emmy's," Marshall said.

"Okay, so maybe that was pretty cool," Barney admitted. "But I'm still better than him."


(Sorry for the complete lame humour of that. XD)

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Deadpool, "Wait what? This isn't a theme, it's how I live my life!"

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, finding all the smut fanfiction

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, finding all the smut fanfiction

[luthien82]

Dialogue ficlet. Probably not what you were expecting...

"Uhm... Jack?"
"What is it?"
"I think I found something..."
"Is it alien?"
"I guess that depends."
"On what?"
"Do you consider human behaviour 'alien'?"
"Sometimes. What've you got, Ianto?"
"Fiction. Written by so-called 'fans'. About... well..."
"Come on, spit it out already!"
"Us."
"Us?"
"Us."
"Do you mean Torchwood and our team us, or us us?"
"Oh there is fiction about the team as well, but mainly... just us."
"What're we doing?"
"..."
"Oh don't give me that look!"
"Well, it was a really pointless question, Jack."
"Guess you're right on that one. Okay, let me see!"
"Look out for the slash sign between our names."
"No, really?"
"..."
"Hey, that one's pretty good. Loved to do it to you. I remember how you almost kicked me in the balls because I didn't know you were ticklish there."
"Yes well..."
"Oh, or that one. Mmmhh, we haven't done that in a while."
"We've done plenty of other things though."
"True enough. Oh god, that's anatomically impossible. Though if I'd be really bendy and you'd be from Jiskim instead of Earth..."
"... I'm going to make coffee."
"You do tha-- holy crap!"
"What?"
"Is that... wow."
"What is it, Jack?"
"Why did I never think of trying that with you?"
"Trying what?"
"That!"
"What are you looking at-- oh. Oh. That. Yes. Right. Erm..."
"Are you blushing, Ianto?"
"... no?"
"I thought we've done enough to and with each other that you stopped blushing months ago."
"Well, as you so aptly pointed out, you never thought about trying that before."
"You know what?"
"What?"
"Maybe we should..."
"... should what?"
"You know, skip out early and..."
"It's seven o'clock in the morning, Jack."
"Who cares? I don't. And I'm your boss, so fuck it."
"Bet you'd like tha-aaahh! God, Jack!"
"Oh yeah, should've tried that months ago."
"Shut up and get back here."
"Pushy, aren't we?"
"You started it."
"Technically, you started..."
"I. Don't. Care! Get back here. Now!"
"Definitely should've tried that earlier."
"Just... lock the door and hurry up."
"Your wish is my command."
"If I'd known that porn about yourself would turn you on like that I'd've shown it to you weeks ago."
"Well, I... wait. What?"
"Shut up and kiss me."

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Torchwood, Jack, bragging

[prototypical]

Weiss Kreuz, Omi, finding disturbing fanart.

Drawn Out

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Omi was the one on the team who was best at hacking, and considering that the majority of the team were all much, much older, Omi spent a lot of his time on the net looking for someone his own age to talk it. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy his non-slaughtering time with the rest of the team, it was just that sometimes he liked not spending a half hour trying to explain who Morning Musume was. (Had Yohji been there, it only would’ve taken a minute or so, given that most any band with that much female flesh would have certainly gained his attention..for reasons other than music.)

Lately, Omi had gotten close to a boy called TelekenticProdigy. He was perpetually bored, snarky and probably goth. Omi didn’t share or ask for pictures. Especially since Yohji got the brilliant idea to catch pedophiles by making Omi dress like a rent boy and photograph him, and then talk to the predators as Omi.

It was hard to find teenagers who could understand his complaints. Most of them were chatting away about the latest idol while he wanted to rant about getting bloodstains out. And the best ways to kill a man using a stapler, a plastic potted plant and rubber bands.

TelekeneticProdigy knew exactly what he was talking about. Bloodstains were a pain, especially on white uniforms.

Especially with his crazy roommate who was prone to ruining rugs and putting himself in all sorts of weird tied up positions. Also, knives. Lots and lots of knives.

Omi did keep the ‘no meeting people online unless we’re contracted to kill them, then put on the rent boy outfit’ rule. Really. But he really liked this person. He’d never really found anyone he could talk about being a teen and an assassin with.

Unfortunately, both times he’d tried to meet him, he’d run into members of Schwartz and had to make excuses. But that was ok, because he never suggested that he was lying or was secretly-a-pedophile. There even existed a sort-of trust between them. Not so much that he would reveal more than a bit of his life, but enough that if he wasn’t there at the end of the night, Omi worried. It seemed his lot in life to be the worrier, right up there with Ken. Even if ProdigyTelekenetic

They’d never exchanged names, though there was a reason for that. As fellow Teen assassins, it was very possible they might end up on each other’s lists, which was another growing worry in his mind.

the rest here (http://measuringlife.livejournal.com/482492.html)

[guiltyreasons.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter, Petrelli-WHAT?

[psychedelicammo.livejournal.com]

“Petrelli-what?” Peter asked, pen paused mid-autograph on woman’s obviously homemade t-shirt, a screened photograph of he and his brother across the chest with the words ’Petrellicest FTW’ below in bold letters.

“-Cest?” The woman, Sarah if he remembered correctly, looked at Peter as though he’d said something especially ridiculous. “From the Latin castus meaning ‘exempt (from mistakes), free, pure, chaste’. “

Peter cocked his head to the side, still confused.

“It’s often used as a suffix implying a sexual relationship. I.e. incest.”

Peter capped the pen. “Are you implying that my brother and I-“

“Oh there’s nothing wrong with it. I don’t judge in fact I really support you guys. Love so deep is something to honor, not condemn.” Sarah rushed to explain, her smile wide now that Peter had finished signing her shirt.

“Um, thanks, Sarah. But Nathan and I, we don’t-“

“No need to lie to me, Peter.” Sarah took his hands in hers and drew them closer together, her voice now a stage whisper. “I know the truth.”

“O-kay,” Peter tried once again, “But the truth is Nathan is happily married and I’m-“

Letting go of his hands Sarah patted him lightly on the cheek, much in the way his mother did when she was trying her best to humor him. “I know, Peter. I just want you to know that we understand and will support you. Remember, the love you and Nathan share is beautiful.”

She nodded sagely before disappearing into the churning New York City crowds from whence she came before Peter had a chance to asked just what she’d meant by ”Us”.

Instead he headed upstairs to his apartment. Nathan was waiting for him in the kitchen, sleep pants slung low on his hips and hair tousled with sleep.

“You better have bought some coffee.”

He nodded, holding up the bag of grounds. “Hey Nathan,” Peter kissed him quickly on the lips before he had the chance to grumble “morning breath” and push Peter away. “Have you ever heard of ‘Petrellicest’?”

[milleniumrex.livejournal.com]

Ultimate Spider-man, Jessica Drew, apparently the internet didn't have a better idea of who she should be with than she did, but they certainly had ideas about Peter.

[oddsbobs.livejournal.com]

Tin Man, Glitch, "I haven't had this much fun since those hypothermia fics!"

Tin Man, Glitch, "I haven't had this much fun since those hypothermia fics!"

[kseda.livejournal.com]

The desolate peace of the Deadly Desert was thoroughly destroyed by an engine's roar as what could only be described as a dune buggy sped its way across the sand. An impressive plume of dust was left in its wake as it made for the border with Ev.

Wyatt Cain had a death grip on the arm rest and overhead roll bar, and looked to be longing for a quick death. Beside him, DG was cackling madly as she wrenched the wheel to the left to optimize a slide down the backside of a dune. And behind him-

"Wooooo-hoo-hoo!" Glitch crowed and held his arms up. "I haven't had this much fun since those hypothermia fics!"

Cain grit his teeth and managed to gawk at him in horror. "You thought those were fun?"

"What are you complaining about?" Glitch demanded and poked his shoulder. "All you had to do was lay around on your back."

DG's grin managed to get even more evil. "And if the rest of the fic about you guys is to be believed, that's STILL all you do."

Desperate for a change in subject Cain shouted "Plot hole!"

True enough, straight ahead of them was one of the massively gaping plot holes so frequently found in the O.Z. and surrounding areas (and certain regions of Topeka). Glitch swore endearingly, and Cain held tight to his hat as DG swerved to avoid it.

"That was close," Glitch remarked once they were clear. "Any closer and we would have ended up like Raw."

"I was wondering where he'd gotten to," DG sighed.

Cain nodded stoically. "He's in a better place, kiddo."

*

Cain had no idea how true his words were, for Raw had ended up in an AU where he had officially become the fandom bicyle. It was glorious.

~fin~

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Deadpool, "Oooh, I missed you, little yellow boxes. What fun we'll have together!"

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Deadpool, "I thought my problem was that I was crazy."

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

How I Met Your Mother, cast, betting pool on who the mother will be

I LOVE breaking the fourth wall!! Excellent theme :D

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Becky, trying to tell other fans that Sam and Dean really are real but no one believes her

Re: I LOVE breaking the fourth wall!! Excellent theme :D

[garnet-words.livejournal.com]

She knows what'll happen if she posts it. She's seen this happen before. The thing is… how can she not? If she can warn other fans, let them know that all of this is real, maybe she can help save a few. If they're like her, they already have all the tools they need, just from reading the books. If not, she can teach them. She'd be helping the only way she knows how. Just like Sam and Dean.

She takes a deep breath, hits post, and goes to bed.

**

When she wakes up, she has a few new emails in her inbox. Steeling herself, she opens them. They're all comments on her latest entry. Her best friend in fandom thinks it's hilarious, and would make for a good fic. The others range from outright laughter to 'back away from the crazy person.' She's almost tempted not to reply, but she does, to every one, in the firmest, most logical way she can.

The comments multiply. She stops replying to every one and starts making new posts so that everyone can see the replies. She knows people are watching her now. She knows there's no way she can make herself look sane. But if one person gets linked to her LJ, looks at the evidence she's laying out, and decides to protect themselves, it will all have been worth it.

By the end of the first day, she's seen her name more places than she can count. She's hearing how everyone always thought there was a little something off about samlicker81. People are coming out of the woodwork to make fun of her and bash her fics. She's becoming a fandom joke.

She ignores all of it, and just keeps posting.

The next day, she gets an anonymous comment that she's made fandom_wank. She counts it as a victory, an even bigger audience. She stalks the post and replies to everyone that she can. She researches, finds newspaper articles she can pin down to events from the stories, and it's all so apparent now she can't believe she never noticed before.

It's not until the third day that she gets the comment she's been waiting for, an anonymous, unqualified, "I believe you."

She smiles, and keeps writing.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Buffy Season 8, Buffy & Author's Choice, "Hey.. where did these boxes with words come from? They were never there before."

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

“Okay, we’re all clear, right?” Buffy said decisively, looking around the conference room, and frowning when she realised that none of the others were looking at her. “Uh, guys?”

Xander looked up. “Er… yeah, we’re sorted. We were just wondering where all these boxes were coming from?”

“Boxes? What… oh,” she looked down to see what appeared to be a flat, opaque white box floating in the air at calf-level. When she looked closer, she saw the words “Boxes? What… oh” written inside it.

“Okay, that’s definitely weird,” she said, watching her words appear in another box as she spoke them. “How long has this been happening?”

Xander shrugged. “Uh… I think they showed up a few months after… what happened with the First.”

“Ah.” Buffy nodded, then added, “Uh… I need to go talk to someone…” before leaving the room and heading for one of the unused rooms in the castle and entering without knocking.

Inside, she found a fair-haired man sitting at a desk, typing on a laptop computer. He didn’t notice her at first, until she cleared her throat, when he looked up.

“Uh-oh…”

“So, Whedon, what’s going on this time?”

“Could you… be more specific?”

“The boxes! Every time we talk, the words show up in little boxes in the air, and they never used to do that.”

“Oh. That.” He looked relieved, then sat up a little straighter when she glared at him again. “Um. Well, this isn’t a TV show any more.”

“It isn’t?”

“…no. It’s a comic book. The boxes are for dialogue, it’s just how it works.”

“Oh, great.” She sighed and turned to leave, adding “You’d better hope Andrew never hears about all this,” she shuddered at the thought.

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean & Sam, one of the brothers (author's choice) gets caught reading Wincest on Becky's site

[trulybloom.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean and Sam (you could throw Cas in there, if it strikes your fancy), a Ferris Bueller-esque day off (something along the lines of "Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.") - author's choice on the rating.

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison, Hardison finds Dom!Nate/Sub!Eliot porn on the internet.

[trillianastra.livejournal.com]

All he’d planned to do was update the ‘Leverage Consulting & Associates’ website, and maybe check to see how many hits they were getting. That done, he typed ‘Leverage’ into a search engine out of curiosity, and blinked when he saw the number of hits it brought up. Clicking on one of the links at random, his eyes widened as he read the first few words and realised what it was.

“Oh, shit…” he murmured to himself, scrolling through the document - very fast when he got to the more explicit parts, because there were some things he really was not prepared to read. Hitting the ‘back’ button, he scanned the other links, and soon found that the… smut? Porn? He wasn’t sure what to call it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to know that there were people writing this stuff.

What he did know, was that there was no way he was letting any of the others see this. Especially Nate and Eliot. Especially Eliot, because he had a feeling that ‘don’t shoot the messenger’ might get ignored in this case. He wiped his browser history, and considered hacking the websites involved to delete the … very fictional documents, but decided that it was probably overkill. Eliot didn’t use the ‘net much and Nate used it for internet poker, it was unlikely either of them would find any of it. He said a quick prayer to that effect under his breath and started to shut down his laptop.

Then, he saw the link to the story marked ‘Eliot/Parker/Hardison’, and his eyes widened even more. He shut the laptop very quickly after that.

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Author's Choice, The team is starting to wonder why they keep feeling the compulsion to state famouse quotes in a narration like manner at the start and end of cases.

[rebootfromstart.livejournal.com]

The atmosphere on the plane is always different at the end of a case.

Sometimes it's lighter, because they managed to get there in something that resembled "in time" and saved somebody tangible, somebody they could look at and say "we saved this person", instead of the vague, hypothetical victims that would have been injured if they'd failed. It shouldn't make a difference, whether they've seen the saved ones or not, but it does.

Sometimes it's heavier, because they didn't save the victim who was missing, or because the case pushed a button -- and they all have buttons, they try to keep them hidden but they're there -- or because, under stress, things were said that can't be unsaid.

Rossi looks up from his notes -- a rough outline for another book, because writing is his way of staying sane -- when Emily clears her throat.

"Something up, Prentiss?" Morgan asks, raising an eyebrow, and Rossi realises that he can't have been listening to music, despite the headphones, not if he heard Emily's throat-clearing from halfway down the plane.

"Yeah." She sounds exasperated. "When are we going to stop ignoring the pink elephant?"

Hotch looks nonplussed, asking delicately, "pink elephant?" Rossi knows why the delicacy is required, of course; if they've got an agent who's losing it, even a bit, they need to do something about it. And talking about pink elephants isn't usually a good sign.

"The quote," Emily clarifies. "Come on, don't tell me none of you guys have ever noticed it? The end of most cases, one of us always quotes something appropriately pithy."

"No, we don't," Morgan argues, slipping his headphones down around his neck, sitting up.

"Not every case, but a lot of them," Emily insists. Out of the corner of his eye, Rossi sees Reid start frowning, his lips moving slightly as he goes back over something in his memory, but Rossi's attention is mostly on Emily, who continues, "after Idaho, I got this weird urge to quote James Anthony Froude. After Kansas City, Hotch quoted Melville. Potomac Mills, Hotch quotes Dostoevsky. Los Angeles, with the comic book writer, Reid quotes Clive Barker." She looks at them all, frowning. "Seriously, none of you noticed this?"

"No, because--"

"She's right." Reid interrupts Morgan, sounding almost enthused. "It's not every case, but any case that's significant to one of us, and most of them overall. Fredericksburg, Virginia; Chula Vista, California. Philadelphia, New York City... she's right."

Rossi frowns, thinking back. Now that he thinks about it, there have been a few times he's felt the strange urge to quote something that he's read, or that someone has said, that meant something to him, that seemed to have some relevance to the case. He'd assumed it was a side-effect of having become a writer after retirement, but apparently not, not with the way the others were starting to nod in slow agreement.

"So what does it mean?" he asks slowly, trying to work it out himself. Part and parcel of their work? No, that makes no sense; people show stress in different ways, and seven people spontaneously manifesting the same stress indicators is incredibly unlikely.

"Well, I'll tell you one thing about it," Morgan said bluntly, lifting his headphones again. "We have got to get better scripts."

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, JJ Hotch or Morgan, Writting a letter or calling the fangirls to try to convince them to leave Ried alone for a little while.

[blueskypenguin.livejournal.com]

JJ eyed the screen angrily. "Okay, this just has to stop." She locked the computer and left her office, waving off Morgan when he tried to speak to her.

"Case?" Reid suggested when Morgan looked a little hurt.

Morgan shrugged. "Maybe not, she's headed to my girl's office."

JJ knocked on Garcia's door, but it was more of a curtesy; she pushed her way in anyway.

"Hey, Jayje, where's the fire? Case?"

"They're doing it again," JJ spat out. "And this time it was Hotch who went all unsub and took Spence hostage."

Garcia groaned. "You know there's nothing I can do, everyone is entitled to a little whumpage."

"Look, I can take everything else," JJ gestured wildly with her hands. "Hell, I really enjoyed this CSI crossover I read the other day, where I was being stalked by a copkiller who set me up - great stuff, and gripping. But doesn't Spence get enough in real life? Do they have to beat him up like this too?"

"You're reading this stuff during office hours?" Garcia grinned.

"Not the point."

"How about an open letter?" Garcia suggested. "I can crosspost it over a few communities and let the word spread?"

JJ looked very relieved. "Could you?"

"Of course, peanut. You go back to work and I shall strike guilt into the heart of the kinkiest fangirl. Shoo!"

Twenty minutes later, JJ gave in and headed straight for the most popular forums for torturing Spence. There is was, with comments disabled, in all it's glory.

Dear fen,

We understand your love for our team. We enjoy your expression of that love. We wouldn't wish to curb your enthusaism, imagination or inspiration.

However, we have noticed a worrying trend. Many of you seem fixated on hurting our dear Dr. Spencer Reid. And while he looks beautiful no matter how beaten and bruised, don't you think he's been through enough? We're all very protective of our resident genius, and it isn't fun seeing some of his darkest moments detailed and elaborated upon, nor do we wish to see new tortures visited upon him.

So, could we please endeavour to lay off Spencer Reid for a while? Share the whump around! Derek Morgan bruises just as prettily, and you know he has a beautiful pot of blonde hotstuff just waiting to look after him.

Yours,

A concerned team-member.

JJ grinned and returned to her extensive paperwork.

In the bullpen, Morgan frowned.

[moonchildfic.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Parker, She knows it's a TV show and has taken to talking to the writers about getting what she wants.

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

"M-miss Parker!" The writers jumped and scrambled about, Parker grinned. "You shouldn't b-be here Miss Parker," one of them rushed out looking about frantically.

Parker pouted, "why?"

"It's the PTB," another spoke up fidgeting with his pen so violently it exploded in his hands, "they don't want us talking to you."

Parker's pout deepen, "and why not?"

"The hug," the first whispered, "they didn't like the hug very much."

"Aw," Parker patted his head, "that's all? What's wrong with it, Eliot and Hardison are so much closer now." She snickered.

"That's it!" the writer covered in ink squeaked. "They're not suppose to be getting along."

Parker frowned, "but I want Eliot/Hardison." She smiled sweetly like Sophie taught her, "you'll give me what I want, yeah?" even added a batting of eyelashes.

The writers twitched, the one covered in ink whimpering. "But the PTB..."

Parker smiled, very toothy, wasn't helping at all. "Maybe a job that involves a little kiss?" Only served to scare the writers more

They all started to wring their hands, "o-okay Miss Parker. If you wish."

Parker clapped her hands together, smiling, "good!" she skipped from the room.

"Think about what the PTB are going to do to us," one cried.

"Think about what she'll do to us if we don't!" another balled into his arms. "We're screwed. Damned if we do, damned if we don't!"

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Heroes, Matt or Mohinder, there's a swarm of angry fangirls outside with picket signs saying "WHAT ABOUT MOLLY?"

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Matt ran inside the apartment, the door slamming shut behind him as he went to the window and peered out. Mohinder raised an eyebrow. “What’s going on?”

“You should look for yourself…”

Mohinder went to the window and looked out to see a crowd of angry-looking people, mostly girls, outside the door to their apartment building. Many of the girls held placards that read “WHAT ABOUT MOLLY???”.

“Er… they might not be here because of us?” he said hopefully.

“They are,” Matt answered. “You can’t see from here, but a lot of them have t-shirts with Molly’s picture on.”

“Oh. Er… why are they so angry, then?”

“Well, the basics are that they think the two of us ought to be raising Molly together. And they’re seriously angry with you for sending her away, you know.”

“It was for her safety! I was trying to protect her…”

“They don’t see it like that.”

“Do you have any ideas on how we could appease them?”

Matt went pale. “Er, well, a lot of them wouldn’t mind too much if we… uh… made out. But generally they’d be happiest if Molly came back and lived with one or both of us again.”

Mohinder didn’t heard most of that, because he was stuck on the first part of what Matt had said. “They think… they want WHAT? When have either of us ever done anything to make anyone think we were… that way inclined?”

“Um…” Matt thought about mentioning certain encounters between Mohinder and Sylar. Mohinder didn’t need to be a telepath to see that on his face, and held up a hand before he could say anything. “Don’t. This is… ludicrous.”

“On the other hand, they’ve got us barricaded inside the building.”

“Oh, wonderful,” Mohinder said sarcastically. “Right then, I suppose we’re going to have to give them what they want.” At Matt’s look of horror, he added, “Not that. I’m going to call Mrs Dawson and arrange for Molly to come back. You… you can call that Kring man, and find out exactly what he thinks he’s doing.”