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NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, a short elevator ride

From:

luthien82

Probably not what you had in mind...

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It had been an awful case right from the beginning. All of their nerves were frayed in the end, no doubt about it. McGee and Ziva each had their ways to handle the pressure of their own thoughts. McGee would probably play Elf Lord online for a couple of hours until the demons left him be, and if he knew Ziva at all, she'd probably kick the life out of some poor sandbag down at the gym until she felt better and in control of her emotions again.

DiNozzo, though... he was a completely different matter.

Gibbs knew his team better than anyone, but DiNozzo was special. He knew the man better than DiNozzo probably realized or would be comfortable with.

He therefore knew that Tony needed to cry more than anything to be alright again.

It was a no brainer, really. As soon as they'd stepped into the elevator and it started moving, Gibbs turned the emergency switch. He kept his back to Tony and stared resolutely at the cold metal doors.

It only took a few seconds before he could hear the quiet sobs, heart wrenching and real. A choking sound could be heard, followed by a muffled thud and quiet rustling.

Gibbs kept quiet, gave Tony the security he needed to let go, to clear the air and be able to function again. This wasn't the first time, and it definitely wouldn't be the last.

Gibbs took care of his people. Turning a short elevator ride into a small bubble of privacy was the least he could do.

Not everyone could have a boat in the basement.

re: NCIS, Gibbs/DiNozzo, a short elevator ride

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Dollhouse, Boyd/Saunders!Whiskey, "It's a date!"

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Supernatural/Dark Angel, Dean/Alec, "How long can you hold your breath?"

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Kingdom Hearts Series, Axel/Roxas, running out of time

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Supernatural/Doctor Who, Castiel/Ten, "So how does your timetravel mojo work?"

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DCU, Roy Harper/Steph Brown, speedy first date

...no pun intended? XD

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DCU, Cass Cain/Steph Brown, that time Steph was turned into a kitten

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"Mew?"

Cass looked down at the small, fuzzy creature with the slight eggplant tinge that was sitting on her kitchen table. She wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't seen it, but that villain had thrown some strange powder on Steph, and when the dust cleared, this kitten was all that was left.

Cass lightly poked the little animal, which playfully gnawed on her finger.

"Can...you understand...me?"

The kitten looked quizzically at Cass. If Steph was in there right now, it wasn't giving any indication. She'd take the Steph-kitten to the Watchtower and let them figure it out. This probably wasn't the first time they dealt with something like this.

Cass picked up the kitten and held it in her arms. The kitten dove out and landed directly between her breasts, curling up in them with a contented smile on its face. Yes, this kitten was definitely Steph.

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DCU, Jason Todd/Tim Drake, the time is near

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Finding a way to get to Bruce was probably the easiest part of this whole trip. What was hard, was all the damn waiting around until they could actually use said method to skip back through time. More than two weeks spent practically sitting on their thumbs in the hotel room, waiting and waiting for Booster Gold showed up with the damn time sphere that he wasn't supposed to be using for side trips anyway. Over two weeks with nothing to do but argue and spar and get on each other's nerves until they both finally exploded with it all and wound up fucking all over the damn suite.

And now it's finally almost time to get out, go find their father, mentor, Bruce, and all Tim can think about is how different things will be when they get back, how Jason probably won't want anything to do with him, and isn't that just the most pathetic thing he's ever thought?

They both step into the sphere, Booster droning on about how the trip will go and what to expect, and then Tim catches Jay's glance from the other side of the console, a smirk and a nod.

"Let's go bring him back, Baby Bird," Jason says, and for Tim, that's as good as if he'd said, This isn't over.

Blowing out a breath of relief, Tim reaches over and presses the red button.

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DCU/Marvel, Pre-Crisis Jason Todd/Toro Raymond, bonding time over circus acts

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Toro hovered in the air, watching Jason flip through the air, the glittering costume rosy with the red light of Toro's flames.

"Have I gotten better since you got here last month? You've never flown up to watch me before."

"Don't talk and flip," Toro chided. He tensed, prepared to grab Jason should he fall, but Jason just laughed at him.

"I can talk and do this. Been doing it since I was 10. So, how come you didn't work flying into your act?" Jason asked as he grabbed hold of a trapeze then released back into the air.

Toro shrugged, "Too much publicity, and yes, for me that is a bad thing."

"If you don't want to work flying into your act, can I work it into mine? It'd pack the house."

"I don't think-"

Toro gasped as Jason let go, not in the direction of the closest trapeze bar, but away from it, in his direction. Suppressing the flame on his hands and grabbing Jason, Toro lowered them to the groud.

"What were you thinking," he yelled when they landed.

"I knew you'd catch me, and there was the net," Jason grinned. "You can't tell me that wouldn't be awesome in a show, me letting go, the crowd thinking I'm doomed, and then you swooping in all fire and glory and saving me."

"Fire and glory?"

Jason just kept grinning and shrugged, "I trying to make a sell here." Jason's smile faltered and he shook his head, "You'll still leave tomorrow, won't you?"

"Mom's doing better, and I miss- I miss my home with Jim."

"You miss being a hero."

Toro blushed a little but nodded, "Yeah, that's my real act. I'm sorry, Jay."

"Damn," Jason muttered, then he pressed his lips against Toro's and ran out of the tent before Toro could think of anything to say.
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After Jim had lost control of his powers and buried himself to keep from hurting anyone, Toro had arranged a small funeral for Jim, or he'd tried for a small one. The Military had taken it over and it had become one big circus.

"Hey."

Toro jumped and turned to see a hero in a red and green costume, a newer one that Toro couldn't recall the name of. The brass really had invited anyone.

"Thank you for you sympathy," Toro mutter without hearing himself, "but I need to-"

"Stupid blockhead, it's me."

The domino mask lifted for a split second and Toro gasped.

"Jason?"

Jason went and put an arm around Toro, "Yeah," he murmured, "I kinda stole your act a bit. Hope you don't mind."

Toro shook his head, wrapping his arm around Jason in return.
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One day later, Toro called Jason to see about lunch. Five days later, Toro called Jason to see about dinner. One week later Jason called Toro to ask about a lead and dinner, and two months later Toro moved to Gotham to be with his lover.

A week after that Toro and Jason were eating breakfast and laughing at the paper labeling their alter egos a "dynamic duo."

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author's choice, author's choice, time flies like a smashed alarm clock

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tortoisegirl.livejournal.com

Nite Owl estimated it would be a fourteen hour flight. A preposterous duration to consider hovering over familiar New York, but here, with the landscape freezing below them, he doesn’t remember where that time has gone. It’s there only in bright flashes that don’t connect to the rotations of his watch hands (all that time gone, how-); Veidt’s papers combed through and the sight of the ocean opening up below them. Running through the last rations of coffee and Daniel filling him in on the jailbreak planning.

(Daniel wrapping a hand around his and calling him a friend, Daniel offering to heat those up for him, Daniel uttering the word retirement as he shuts the costume locker, Nite Owl introducing himself on a rooftop overlooking his (their) city. All that time, and how did they come to-)

Time flying by like a smashed alarm clock. Appropriate, though. The Comedian is dead and a superman has been taken down. Kovacs exposed for all the world to see. Veidt behind it all. (Daniel leaning in to kiss Silk Specter.) With everything else he’s known coming apart at the seams, why not the passage of time too? There are fourteen hours he barely remembers when he brackets Daniel (Nite Owl, because with everything coming apart at least that has been reformed) again the wall with this arms, silences the questions he knows are coming, and leans into him.

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He hadn’t thought it (he) could get any more broken. Proven wrong, and it’s all crushing in on him like shards of glass. A dead city, a dead mask, dead man; thirty-five minutes, eight years, twenty years since-. Here in the Antarctic wind, time whipped away like the pieces of a shattered- but no, because for time to fly it would had to have meant something in the first place.

Daniel is there behind him, he knows (Daniel burning against him and around him) and there’s just enough of him left for it to hurt when the wind rips away the meaning in that too. The man facing him hasn't yet raised his hand, but Rorschach (Walter) is already a web of brittle cracks, shaking fracture lines.

He cannot see Daniel through the veil of snow; the air scours away any warmth that might have been (was) there. He shouts his last command and waits to be taken apart.

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Firefly, Wash, Thinking on infinity

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alcetis.livejournal.com

Wash holds no illusions. He knows that out here he is nothing.
No, no, that's wrong, he is less than nothing. Because nothing is what presses on from all sides, what they float in. He is the insignificant something inside the nothing.

He loves the stars. He never saw them, not for real, until he was 19 and was shipped off to flight school. He had taken off and... there they were, little big bits of light pulsing against the Black...

But they weren't worth much either. Huge, powerful balls of fire and light, shrunk in comparison to the vast space around them. Nothing can compete with infinity.

He holds no illusions. He spends so much time looking at the black, staring into infinity, that it's impossible to pretend. He is finite. He will die. They all will, and sooner than most, no doubt. Their life is of the dangerous variety, and out here nothing lasts.

There's a reason he loves the stars and not the Black, though. Because no matter how small they seem, they burn so gorram bright. Not to every inch of space, but it doesn't matter, it's enough.

No, Wash holds no illusions about infinity. He knows that how insignificant his life may be to the emptiness outside, but it's still significant to him, it still shines brightly. Wash finds nihilism tiring and pointless. He loves life inside his little ship, short as it may be.

Wash doesn't think he'd appreciate it half as much if there wasn't that threat right outside his window. People in the Core are surrounded by each other all of the time. Anything bigger than them is built by them. They become cocky, they think they are important. It's wrong, and it doesn't help them, because they always want more. Not that any of it matters. It's swallowed up so easily...

If they knew that they'd hang on to what they had.

Wash hangs on, hangs on tight, as happy as he can manage. He has love, he has life, and as long as those two aren't threatened he is content. He doesn't think he'll have them for long. Everything gets sucked into infinity eventually.

He just thinks he has to try and keep it as long as possible.

(That came out kind of cheesy and un-Washesque. Maybe he's getting philosophical...)

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Doctor Who, 10/Donna, In an instant

From:

juliet316

*contains no spoilers for the specials, but make your own post Waters of Mars conclusions*

In an instant she is there. A vision in a white dress and flame red hair. She was quite beautiful, but in his grief over Rose, combined with her exapseration over suddenly, inexplicably transported onto his ship he didn't actually notice her beauty until much later.

In an instant his hearts are unexpectedly broken a second time as she turns down his offer to travel with him. It was probably for the best at the time. She had afterall just been nearly sacrificed to an alien spider buy her would - be husband. It might have been awkward to say the least to travel with an alien and his little blue box.

In an instant she is back in his life, almost as suddenly as she had appeared the first time. Craving the adventure and travel that she had turned down the first time. Sorely in need of somebody to share his travels wtih and more importantly, a friend, he opens his home and his life to her.

In an instant she is gone. Taken by an inadvertant trap of his own making. Created simply because he didn't want to change, to accept the inevitable. It was she though, that suffered the consequences and the only way to save her was to erase what they had shared and let her go. In the process she had taken much more than she had lost.

For in the instant she left, he lost himself.

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Chuck, Chuck/Casey, "You've got two seconds to explain, Bartowski."

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Chuck froze in horror as Casey ran in through the door, gun out and scowl firmly in place.

"Casey, buddy. You're home early. Uh...how's it going?"

Chuck watched nervously as Casey's narrowed eyes travelled from his face, down to the broken pot and scattered dirt and bonzai on his floor and back up to Chuck's face.

"You've got two seconds to explain before I start shooting, Bartowski."

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Psych, Shawn/Lassiter, Counting backwards from ten

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Lassiter feels the tiny niggling in the back of his head that says a migraine is coming on and the source of it is shimmying his ass in front of the Chief at the moment.

He sits down warily in the chair, not really listening to Shawn, just looking on incredulously.

And then it happens: he finds his lap occupied by the said psych.

He counts backwards from ten, not wanting to blow a gasket in front of the Chief.

"Spencer...get off my lap!"

Before Shawn moves to get off, Lassiter feels a warm, fleeting touch at the base of his neck, but it's gone before he can focus on it.

Edited Date: 2010-01-23 11:19 pm (UTC)

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Wolverine: Origins, Logan/Victor, "Immortality has its perks."

From:

chibifukurou

Immortality has its perks and its drawbacks but Victor always prefers to think about the perks. He likes to think about how one day Logan will have finally had enough time to forgive him for his actions and will return to him.

Until then, he plans to keep pushing the limits of his immortality and conscience and do everything that pops into his head. By the time Logan returns he plans to have tried everything and be ready to settle down, after all they have all the time in the world.

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, seven minutes in heaven

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Re: Seven Minutes

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, in the nick of time

From:

tigriswolf

Later, much later, after everything is calm and his heart isn't thundering, his hands aren't shaking, his chest isn't heaving, he'll realize how little chance he actually had of suceeding. He'll torture himself with might-have-been and almost-was, with how very very close he came.

Later, much later, he'll watch a sleeping once-angel and think, I nearly lost this.

Later, much later, he'll think, I nearly lost you before--

And later, much later, Castiel will open his newly-human eyes, will blink at the sudden sharpness of light, and he will say, with a roughened voice, "We both are here."

And Dean will think, But you almost weren't.

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Heroes, Isaac Mendez, painting time

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Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, happy birthday

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