WEDNESDAY! - SONG LYRICS

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

I am so sorry! I woke up with no internet and no way to call in someone to post this for me!

Today's theme is Song Lyrics! It's been done a couple of times but it will always be my favorite

And the rules one more time –

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 is answered, you can prompt again.

Respect our code monkeys, and follow the standard format with your prompts. Such as:

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "now we're grown up orphans that never knew their names, we don't belong to no one, that's a shame, but you could hide beside me maybe for a while, and I won't tell no one your name"

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, http://tinyurl.com/lw4asx - Missing You by John Waite

Don't forget the Lonely Prompts if there's nothing here that interests you today!

Ready...and...GO!!

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[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Hardison, "now we're grown up orphans that never knew their names, we don't belong to no one, that's a shame, but you could hide beside me maybe for a while, and I won't tell no one your name"

[canadiangoddess.livejournal.com]

KANE RPS, Kane/Carlson, http://tinyurl.com/lw4asx - Missing You by John Waite

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney McKay, "What'll you do when you get lonely? Nobody's waitin' by your aide" (Eric Clapton, Layla)

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

The thing he’s not aware of is that he’s lonely. His denial is actually so acute that he doesn’t recognize this, not even in a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it, now-you-see-it-now-you-don’t, corner-of-the-eye sort of way. He just doesn’t realize it. He’d be the first to say that it would make some of his actions make a lot more sense, but then he’d say that’s not the real reason he does things the way he does, and then he’d say you just wouldn’t understand because you’re not smart enough. If it’s a good day, he’d say it in a slightly less mean way. He might even give you a bullet point list of the reasons why he couldn’t possibly be lonely. It would include things like he’ll always have friends, even if it’s people just trying to suck up to him because he’s so smart as well as things like, look, you’re bothering me, so how could I possible be lonely? I want to be alone right now! But the truth is that it’s all a lie. Now, if only someone could just figure that out.

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Ten, "You tear the top right off of my head, you blow my mind...I'm goin' blind" (The Monkees, Tear the Top)

I have ideas but...

[juliet316]

I haven't decided definitively if it's going to be a long one - shot or a multi - parter. Either way it'll end up too long for a comment and be posted on my journal and linked back here. :-)

Because Ten + those lyrics = Doctor whumping on a massive scale.

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

author's choice "peace, I hate the word, as I hate hell" from Whatever (I had a dream last night) by the Butthole Surfers

DC Comics, Jason Todd

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

Once, when Jason had been just a child, a well-meaning social service worker had come to check on his living conditions. She'd patted his head and spoke to his mother about "finding peace."

Knowing that his mother was dying, he had hated the woman from the start. He hated her even more the day that his mother had actually died.

The woman that had raised him might have turned out not to be his mother, but Jason still remembers the day she died. The day she was ripped away from him changed him, there was no denying it. It had destroyed any ability for him to grow up to be the good boy she'd always wanted. Any chance of being a decent man had been shot all to hell.

So while he does his best to ignore the anniversary of his own death, he takes time out to visit her grave and to pay his respects on the anniversary of hers.

He doesn't tell her he misses her. He doesn't tell her he wishes she hadn't died. He does'nt tell her that he forgives her for the pain that he received that she hadn't been able to prevent. He doesn't mention any of those things, because the dead can't hear you when you talk to them.

Jason knows that, as surely as he knows that death is the only sort of peace any Todd will ever know.

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

Numb3rs, Colby/Charlie, "If today was your last day" Nickelback

[clwilson2006.livejournal.com]

SGA, John/Rodney, "Shameless" Billy Joel

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

T:SCC, author's choice, "Have you been dreaming? I don't dream at all,I have nightmares"(Ballad for Dead Friends)

Your icon rocks my world

[daria234.livejournal.com]

Sarah learned to watch John closely when he was young. No one but them that mattered, and her eagle eye always on him.

It was strange now, getting used to having more than John to keep her eye on. They were not as used to her gaze, seemed to notice.

And she was damn sure going to keep her eye on Cameron and Derek. She trusted neither, not really. Knew they were both built to kill first, think second. Knew that there was damage, unpredictability, the capacity to go from best friend to something else in the blink of an eye. Knew that they were gathering information on John, that they were desperately curious to see this younger him, being so rapt by the John of the future. And she didn't like them watching John so closely.

And they knew it. Saw the distrust in her eyes and her actions. So they said less and less to her.

But sometimes she could still see what was going on in their endlessly complicated heads. When they talked to each other, Sarah would once again feel like she knew who these two were.

Cameron would pester him at the kitchen table sometimes. He always looked like he wanted to kill her, but she was less scared of him than she was of Sarah for some reason.

"You were loud," Cameron said to him one day, halting his sloppy gobble of cereal.

"What?"

"Your screams. Last night. Were you dreaming?"

And Derek gave that wild-eyed look, the one that said he was hopelessly, desperately lost, the one that made Sarah want to hold him but only while keeping a gun to his head, just in case.

But Cam just repeated, "Were you dreaming?"

To Sarah's surprise, Derek answered, "I don't dream at all. I have nightmares."

Cam said, "A nightmare is a dream. It's a type of dream."

Derek hesitated, then said, "A dream... can also mean something you hope for."

And Sarah understood then that Derek's honesty hadn't been for the sake of the machine. It was because he knew Sarah was listening.

But Cameron seemed satisfied nonetheless. "Thank you for explaining."

Sarah felt a wash of compassion she carefully prevented from running across her face. But some part of her wanted to smile.

The machine who tries to understand what hopelessness means. The soldier who tells his enemies about his dreams.

The "daughter" who was wasn't a daughter at all.

And the stranger, the soldier, who was actually her brother. More or less.

There was only one person from the future that Sarah really trusted, and she had never had the chance to learn to live with him. But as long as she could keep her eye on these two, these slightly kinder remnants of the more terrifying beings they used to be ... she would let them stay.

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

X-Men, Rogue, "See me, Hear me, But don't touch me. You should fear me. Fear me. Hold your life dearly. Cause I'm seriously disturbed. That's my word." (Everlast, So Long)

[crevanfox.livejournal.com]

Runaways, Gert/Chase, "I know I'm not forgiven, but I hope I'll be given some peace" (Black Lab, This Night)

[rampant-chaos8.livejournal.com]

Author's choice, "These dreams have passed me by, this salvation I desire keeps getting me down" (from It's A Fire by Portishead)

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

It would be so much easier, Jason thinks, to do what he wants to do - what he must do - if he could just make the dreams stop.

The damn dreams have always haunted Jason, since the day he crawled up through his own grave. They haunted him even in the coma state when he hadn't known who he was, taunting him of a life and a family that he couldn't remember.

Once Talia had given him his life and memory back, those dreams taunted him even more.

But it's now that they are worse. Now that Bruce is dead, the reconciliation that the closest thing Jason's ever had to a father figure had offered is a bittersweet remembrance of the lifestyle that Jason had lived, believed in and wanted so badly.

He can't give in, though. Gotham needs him to be strong. Gotham needs him to resist the urge to crawl back to the warmth of the Manor's arms. Gotham needs him to do the "evil" deeds his brother and father are far too weak to perform.

That remains true, no matter what his subconscious may whisper to the contrary in Jason's dreams.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Final Fantasy VI, Kefka/Locke, Invisible Man by Queen.

No fic but...

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

...oh god, that pairing would be so non-con it's not even funny. Well, unless you're Kefka, then it's hilarious. XD

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, "Now we spin laps around the Sun/Oh the gods lost 2-1/The host of Heaven pointed out to us from lightyears away/We're surrounded by a billion galaxies/Things are not always/Things are not always how they seem/Will you be ready?"

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

One night, they go out into the garden. It’s past midnight and there’s already dew on the grass. Her stockings are sopping wet within minutes, but she doesn’t say anything about it. Peter’s saying something about constellations, something about what he’s been learning in school, and she pretends that she’s listening, but she’s not. She’s just thinking about the sound of his voice in the dark and his breath hot against her ear. She doesn’t know why she’s thinking this.

“Susan!” He takes her hand to get her attention and points at the sky. He has her attention. He always has.

“It’s pretty,” and the words sound inane.

“We’ll always have the stars,” he says. “No matter what. No matter what changes. Do you understand?”

She says she does, but she doesn’t. Not until much later.

[zekkass.livejournal.com]

Jeeves & Wooster, Jeeves/Bertie, Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Narnia, Peter/Susan, 'A King and a Queen' (http://www.lyricsdepot.com/okkervil-river/a-king-and-a-queen.html) by Okkervil River

[odette-river.livejournal.com]

Growing up a second time, he thinks he knows what he’s doing. He thinks they all know what they’re doing. But he watches Edmund bumbling around, knocking into things, all sharp elbows and pointy knees again, and watches Lucy when she thinks no one’s looking, crying quietly to herself over something that he’ll never be able to fathom. And then there’s Susan, who keeps coming into his room at night when everyone else has gone to bed and sitting there, just talking to him.

Some nights he thinks, She’s the only one who understands. Why not?

Some nights he thinks, You’re crazy.

She talks to him about boys, about the ones who have taken her out to the town and about the ones who want to. She talks about the shapes of clouds and hairbrushes. She doesn’t talk about how she used to be a queen and how she used to worry about things that were more important.

Some nights, he almost kisses her, just because he wants to her to think about something that’s real.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

original fiction, author's choice, 'Silver Lining' (http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/view/rilo_kiley/silver_lining/) by Rilo Kiley

Letter to ___________

[mimbulus.livejournal.com]

When your husband died, you spent most of your time on the sofa, you cried so much that the blinds had to stay closed to keep the sunlight out. You slept half an hour here, an hour there, and you only ate 2 days later, and only half the sandwich I brought you.

Many people came to pay their respects, most of them hardly noticed me, but I was OK with it, I knew that when all of them left, I would stay behind and help you through your - our, actually - difficult time.

Time dragged itself slower than you shuffling your feet from one room to another, and I remained by your side. You always tell me that if it weren't for me, you would've gone mad ages ago, that I'm what keeps you going, I'm the silver lining in your personal cloud.

Years have gone by, and I'm still here. still your silver lining, I've gone through some very difficult times - some of them caused by you, I know I shouldn't hold grudges, but I do, I'm sorry - and you were never there for me.

But now it's sunny and warm at last, and the sun is shining through my own quickly disspating cloud, and I will not let you drag me under yours again.

Love, ____________.

[klutzy-girl.livejournal.com]

The Office, Jim/Pam, "And I feel wonderful tonight". -Eric Clapton, Wonderful Tonight.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

original fiction, author's choice, 'Stars' (http://www.stlyrics.com/songs/d/dubstar6613/stars249346.html) by Dubstar

Original, author's choice, 'Stars' by Dubstar

[moon-destiny.livejournal.com]

In the open fields of Nebraska, there's just the sky and fields all around them. She takes his hand and watches the stars blinking brightly in the dark sky.

Tomorrow, they'll leave this place behind; hopefully for something better, a better future. Everyone else has already gone, gone off to college, starting their own lives already. Just the two of them remain here, but not for long.

They stay up until sunrise, watching the sky turn from a darker blue to a lighter one, watch the sun replace the stars, and skid away in the old jalopy come morning. Just them and their few meager belongings.

They have the open road in front of them and their past behind them. They watch the earth and the sky, they watch everything change around them and know they'll change too.

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

original fiction, author's choice, "can I stay with you?/Can I lead you away from the world that you know?/Do I really deserve to be selfish like this?/I'm undone./Should I go?"

Posted in 2 parts since I went long

[me-ya-ri.livejournal.com]

A/N: Went long and strange but hopefully you'll like it! It's completely original and made up just for this prompt.

The kid is maybe five nothing, huge grey eyes in a white face splattered with freckles that stood out like blood. Dave looked down the street, spotting a bunch of tough guys strutting their way up the sidewalk and calmly let the kid dart into his apartment.

"Can I stay with you?" the kid asked, swallowing hard and staying hard against the wall as if the toughs would know where he is.

"For a while," Dave said, shrugging. He dumped his keys on the table by the door, flicking the deadbolt shut before the toughs reach his stairs. "Not forever."

Dave headed into his apartment, flicking on lights as he went. The kid stayed in the shadows by the entryway, his eyes still huge and his face still pale. He was clutching a backpack like it had the secrets of the universe inside of it. Dave headed to the kitchen and pulled out a pop for the kid, a beer for himself. He set it on the counter and nodded at it, inviting the kid to take it or not as he wishes.

"Thanks," the kid said. He studied the pop curiously, like he'd never seen a can of pop before. He watched Dave open his beer and copied the motion, sipping cautiously at the pop. "Wow. It's good."

"Glad you like it," Dave said, leaning against the far counter. "Trouble?"

The kid studied him again, slowly sipping his pop while holding his backpack to his chest. Eventually he nodded, making his mousy nothing-colored hair sway down over his eyes. It makes him look scared and dangerous. Or maybe just dangerous. Dave isn't sure. It certainly makes him look older than the definitely-not-legal that Dave had him pegged at.

"Need help or just a place to hide?" Dave asked.

Again with the studying, this time with a strange gleam in the kid's eye. The kid set the pop down, turning it round and round with the tips of his fingers as if he was trying to memorize the can so that he can describe it to someone who had never seen one before. He looked up at Dave after a moment, something hard and almost lethal in his eyes.

"Can I lead you away from the world that you know?" the kid asked, his voice shifting to a deeper register, a more mature tone than a body that slim should be able to manage.

"Can I come back?" Dave asked, something like hope and terror mingling on his spine. It makes him shiver with anticipation.

"Maybe," the kid said, cocking his head and suddenly just a pale-faced kid again. "Depends on if you want to."

This time it was Dave's turn to study the kid silently, trying to judge whether to trust or to run. He could see that the kid wasn't at all what he seemed to be. Not necessarily bad, evil, but probably not… human. Dave had run from things like that years ago, a lifetime ago, too young and terrified to listen to explanations about other worlds and other races. His life had been gray and empty ever since. He sometimes thought he'd lost his soul that day along with his best friend. He set the beer down and stood, looking down at the kid.

"Show me," Dave challenged.

"Not out here," the kid said, his eyes darting to the front door.

"Back room is soundproofed," Dave offered, jerking his head towards it.

"That works," the kid said, nodding.

He let Dave take the lead, following him with those huge grey eyes darting as if he expected the shadows to attack him. Once Dave closed the door to his music room the kid bit his lip. He carefully opened one of the pockets on his backpack, pulling out what looked like a glowing piece of chalk. Or maybe a magic wand. Or maybe it was just the light from the dawn of the universe condensed into a thin, slim line that fit perfectly in the kid's hand. He went to one wall and drew a little circle with something inside of it. As the kid stepped back the circle grew into an oval that became a door to a world that Dave had thought was long gone.

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Peter/Nathan, "sweeter than heaven and hotter than hell" (Drumming Song - Florence & The Machine)

[antares04a.livejournal.com]

SG-1, Jack/Daniel, Nessun dorma

[darling-lisa.livejournal.com]

RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/authors choice, "your purity and rage/your passion and your hate/you promised more than bliss/with your God and with your kiss..." (Kiss, London After Midnight)

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "I need your disipline, I need your help" (Disipline by Nine Inch Nails)

[jemzamia.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, "Might like you better if we slept together" (Might Like You Better by Amanda Blank)

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, "Everyone I love get back from me now/Everyone I love I need you now" (Dark Come Soon - Tegan & Sara)

DCU, Tim Drake/Dick Grayson, "Everyone I love get back from me now/Everyone I love I need you now"

[zarabithia.livejournal.com]

"A serum," Ra's tells Tim. "That could make your every desire succumb to your wishes."

There's only been one, true desire for Tim, since even before Tim even had any idea what desire truly was.

They might be separated by an ocean, but Tim can see those clothes slip off Dick, just as his "big brother" had done platonicaly so many times before. He can feel the hands that had only ever offered a healing massage or patching dipping lower, giving Tim the kind of relief that he's always craved. He can taste he lips that had taken away Tim's right to be a Robin giving that title - and so much more - back.

The gift Ra's offers would make those things possible, after a lifetime of want on Tim's behalf, and a lifetime of ignorance on Dick's behalf.

Tim blames the fact that it's been a long, lonely year searching for Batman that he even considers it. But he knows that isn't the only reason, and he's sure that Ra's knows the truth too.

At least Dick doesn't, and Tim is glad his brother is so far away for the first time, so much safer back in Gotham.