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Wednesday | Forgive and Forget

Now that we’ve had our share of pet peeves it’s time to Forgive and Forget

Is your character holding a grudge? Now the time to have them let it go. Give forgiveness or let them receive it. Or give them Amnesia whatever floats your boat.

But remember:

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.

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.

And use the correct formatting. Examples:

Being Human, Goerge/Mitchell, After a full moon George feels guilty and Mitchell helps him forgive himself

Marvel, Deadpool/author's choice, It's all in the past....right?

Being Human/Torchwood, Jack/Mitchell, “Did you forget me so soon?”

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Aww, so sweet.

Spoilers for Wolfe in Sheep's Clothing

Ryan can't quite meet Horatio's eyes as he says,"I don't expect your forgiveness." He's feared this moment since the Russian's had first told him to throw the case and he tensed up in anticipation of the blow he'd been expecting.

It never arrived.

Instead arms surrounded him and H whispers "You can let go now, I've got you." into his ear and Ryan finds himself relaxing despite himself. Suddenly all the pain he's been pushing back and ignoring comes rushing back and he vaguely feels his knees buckling and hears H yelling for somebody to call an ambulance but it doesn't matter. All that matters is that H forgave him.

Bittersweet but lovely. H's reaction was perfect. Thanks for writing this.

It wasn't like Tim didn't have plenty of experience in forgiveness. Parents missed his birthday? Forgiven. Bruce pushed him too hard? Forgiven. Cassie used him as a replacement for Kon? Forgiven.

But this, what Jason was asking, or rather, what it was pretty clear he was asking, even if he hadn't stated it implicitly, was pretty far outside the limits of what should've been forgivable.

Wanting Tim's forgiveness, when Jay had tried to kill him--on more than one occasion, no less!--was something the older brother would just have to get used to. Attempted murder was a deal breaker, hands down. It was--

Then Jason turned away, and Tim saw the long scar following the curve of his jaw, where Bruce had chosen the Joker over his own son.

Bruce and Jason had reconciled nearly a year ago.

Scowling at himself, Tim drew himself up and clasped Jason's shoulder. "Wait," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "I... yeah, okay."

And the look in Jason's eyes let Tim know he'd done the right thing.

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*fangirly squeal* <3 You're wonderful.

Hehe! *bows* XD I'm tryin' to be! :p Am almost out of oomph, though. We'll see. *fingers crossed*

"If I said I forgive you, would you believe me?"

"Honestly? No. You've said it before, but you don't forgive Veronica. You store all that shit up for the next time I do something you disapprove of."

"Logan, I am trying."

"I know. It's just...it's going to take some time."

I'm old, there is no point in denying that. Even with my faulty memory that fact is obvious to me. The nurses here say that I was once a hero and an incredibly smart man. I don't know if their telling the truth or lying to me, but either way they're not nearly as comforting as I think they mean to be.

It isn't comforting to know that I was once a smart man when I'm already starting to forget my own name. I know that someday soon I'll forget having written this journal and soon after I'll forget how to read much less write but for right now it is a comfort to me, particularly since it helps me remember the important things. Like the name of my silver-haired gentleman caller.

John is my favorite person in the whole world. I don't know if it was always that way, but from the funny stories he likes to tell about the trouble we used to get into, I think he was. It pains me to know that someday soon John will make his daily journey to see me only to find nothing left of the man he once loved.

I wish I could tell him that when that happens I want him to leave and never look back, but I'm to weak to do it. Even if I can't remember myself I think at least part of me will remember the man who holds my heart.

"Chosen the Joker over his own son"

*weeps*

Okay, I can haz this be canon now. PLEASE?

Bobby stares at John. He hadn't been expecting this and it takes him more than a moment to process exactly what John is asking for. He's not just asking for a second chance at the school as Bobby expected he's asking for a second chance with Bobby himself.

His first reaction is to scream "YES!!" and worship John, but he reins that reaction in and instead settles for glaring at the man. He already had his heart broken by Pyro once and doesn't want to have it happen again so he decides he has to let John know the rules before he forgives his actions. Unfortunately nothing can make him forget those actions.

*passes tissues* O_O

Yeah, it's beyond time for canon to get the forgiveness going.

"Come on, Bones. Everyone has had their quarterly Psych eval but you. It's regulation."

McCoy tried to protest being pulled down the corridor like a little child, but it would be unseemly to knock the Captain over the head in full view of his crew.

"I'm a doctor. I can evaluate myself."

"Nope. Not this time. It'll be good for you. Don't you know confession is good for the soul?"

McCoy narrowed his eyes at Kirk. He's seemed to be taking much more pleasure in this than was strictly necessary. "I still don't see the point. I'm fully qualified to practice any and all forms of Starfleet mental health evaluations. I think I'd know if--umph."

Kirk pulled him into an empty alcove and pressed their bodies together, his mouth opening hot and wet over the pulse on McCoy's neck. "I have to fill out a report," he whined. "If you don't do your job I can't do mine. And if I can't do my job then they'll get rid of me and there's no way your next Captain will an ounce of the charm that I do."

McCoy tried to stand his ground, pretend that Jim's mouth wasn't wreaking havoc on his stubbornness. "I don't like it." He could pout too.

"Do this, Bones, and I'll let you blow me in your office."

"Oh you'll let me, will you?" Jim was sadly mistaken about the power dynamics at work in their relationship.

"Uh, I'll throw in a handjob?" He sounded less and less certain as McCoy's eyebrow continued to rise.

"How about this? I'll go to this stupid evaluation and suffer through it, but tonight--tonight, I'm going to strip you bare and bring you to the edge of pleasure with tricks I have up here in this brain. Then, maybe if you beg nicely, I'll fuck you so hard that you better hope we're not in meetings all day tomorrow."

Jim gulped. "Deal."

Oh very nice, thank you for this. Love the power play and those are some interesting incentives for Bones. Really enjoyed it.

yay :D I'm glad you liked it.

"There are songs for everything," Tony says, tone conversational.

It is the morning after. The Siege is over, Obsorn is brought down and the Dark Avengers are put away. Last night had been nothing but endorphins and the aftershock of battle. Seeing Tony there, looking the same, with armour singed, and his face covered in soot.

Another shock to Steve, in terms of being able to succumb to Tony's touches, bites and kisses as they became requainted with each other's bodies. All slick and sweat, and when he sank in, for that moment, Steve convinced himself that he came home.

"Songs," he repeats, because he knows that Tony tends to have soundtracks to his life. "Which song did you play during The Siege?" he says, falling into the grooves of their conversation, hoping that he can hum along to the new tune Tony seems to have composed since he has been away. "Black Sabbath?"

"No," Tony says, his fingers linked across his chest, and Steve notes that the dusting of hair on his chest and arms is just as how he remembered it, along with lean limbs and clever fingers. "I thought Black Sabbath didn't have enough... panache. So I fell back on the tried and true, Symphony No 9."

"Ode to Joy," Steve says to himself, and is sad (but not surprised) when he cannot laugh, or find the amusement in the quip. He wonders what soundtrack played in Tony's headset when they lobbed cold words at each other through jail bars.

"You're back, Steve. You, me and Thor..." Tony's voice trails off, his eyes sober with sudden understanding. "But we're not back. So last night-"

"Was last night," Steve cuts in.

"Yeah," Tony waggles his thumbs, taps them against his chest, at he stares at the ceiling. Steve takes in Tony's profile, the lines around his mouth are a little deeper, and Steve is sorry for everything.

"I shouldn't have-" he starts, and Tony cuts in.

"Lead me on? C'mon Steve, we... well, you have a right."

Restless now, Steve leaves the bed, the sting of the chill makes his hair stand up in goosebumps, as he crosses the carpet to the adjoining bathroom, and just when he reaches to turn the door knob and step into the bathroom, Tony's voice stops him.

"It wasn't worth it, you know." he says, "Everyday, I wished I'd taken your place instead."

"I - "

"Can we try this again, Steve? Do you want to?"

Steve curses himself for three hundred types of fool as he sees nothing but the hope and pain on Tony's face, and says "Yes," and realises that he believes it.

"Yes," Steve repeats. "I do. I don't know if intent is -"

"It's enough, for now," Tony whispers, and Steve can only nod at the truth of the statement.

It's enough. For now.

Ooh, this has great characterization. thank you!

Yeah, I'm so glad you liked it. :D

Hey sis, tried to fill another one of your lonely prompts. Hope you like it. This fic is kinda heavy and angsty and all but well, I kinda like it myself so I hope you will too.
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They had never been able to stay away from each other.
So when he had looked in her mother's case (and found a clue she had missed, goddammit), at first she had gotten pissed at him. Really, truly mad. But when he said sorry, she felt her resolve weaken. She couldn't stay mad at him for long anyway, and now that he truly regretted it (and told her so, too) it was near impossible.
And it wasn't like she didn't try. But oh God, it took so much of her energy. It tired her such a lot, she couldn't do it anymore.
Besides, she needed him. They were almost like two halves of a whole, nearly inseparable. Though she would never ever admit that she was pulled just as badly to him as he was to her.
So in the end, it wasn't really a matter of why she would take him back. It was when. Because without him, life just didn't seem to be as much fun as it did when he was around. And while she also would never admit it, she loved him like he loved her. The only question of why here was why they were still not together.

It happens when Miroku yet again hits on a young girl that resides in the village they're currently staying in. She storms off on her own while Miroku nurses his cheek, looking sheepish.

She would've kept up her grudge for more than an hour except, after she left Miroku and the others to stew on her own, she encounters a handful of demons on the outskirts, looking for the Shikon jewels.

She takes out two of them but there are more and they overpower her. She thinks she's a goner when a strong whirlwind sweeps them up and they disappear through Miroku's wind tunnel.

Miroku runs over to her and hugs her and she feels shocked at his display of concern that all she can do is kiss him. He looks surprised for a moment before he smiles.

It's a vicious cycle between them: Miroku will always be hitting on all the girls because he's so invested in producing an offspring and Sango doesn't want to be just that girl for him; she wants to be more for him than someone who will be able to provide children for him. But she can't help liking him either. It's a constant struggle going on within her; she always wants to beat him bloody but also to kiss all his wounds. She doesn't know what to do.

Oh, thank you! I totally wasn't expecting anyone to fill this!

It was lovely. Thanks for writing!

Jack hasn't said a word for a minute, and that seems more than a little odd. But then, everything about this is odd, because Jack shouldn't be here, now. He should be a couple galaxies away, on a Rift in Cardiff, with his team. Having Jack in Cardiff bought the Doctor some time and some breathing room, allowed him to step away from the twenty-first century for a while and not feel guilty about it. Having Jack in Cardiff meant that someone was looking after Donna.

But Jack's just standing there, with a sort of studied, practised stiffness like he's waiting for orders or a dressing down. His eyes are focused not on the Doctor's, but somewhere slightly to the left of him, just over his shoulder, though they keep flicking up to the Doctor's face briefly before skittering away again. And if he's not going to say anything, the Doctor supposes it's his turn to speak. That's fine. He's better at talking than listening anyway.

"You know, all the people I expected to meet here... you're not one of them. Don't you have a home to go to?"

It was meant to be a joke, if a half-hearted and not very good one, but the bleak look on Jack's face as he finally forces himself to meet the Doctor's eyes stops him cold. "Not exactly. It-" He stops, like he's faltering on the words, like he has to fight to shove the words through a throat too tight. "It's complicated."

That's not an answer. That's an excuse not to answer, and as Jack's gaze shifts back to that point just over the Doctor's shoulder so he doesn't actually have to look at him, the Doctor feels something in his hearts twist uneasily. It's not hard to tell that something is wrong, and Jack's doing everything he can not to tell him, short of just plain running away. That probably wouldn't work, anyway. The Doctor's had a lot more practise at running than he has.

"Jack," he says flatly, stepping forward so it's impossible for Jack to look at anything but him. "What. Happened?"

You're welcome. ^^;

She obsesses over what she hasn’t forgotten because it was never hers to remember. She starts by doing this vocally, pestering Teal’c while avoiding why she’s really asking. Eventually Teal’c tells her to shut up. He doesn’t actually say that, of course, but that’s what he means. And then he lights a lot of candles. It’s obvious that she’s not going to crack him unless she resorts to desperate measures.

So instead she quietly obsesses. Lots of stuff happened. If it hadn’t, Teal’c wouldn’t be so secretive now. She doesn’t just mean lots of kissing stuff. Other stuff happened, too. Maybe she took up a new hobby.

That one actually seems like a good place to start, and she goes to ask Teal’c about that one. He won’t talk about that either. Typically.

She very carefully doesn’t think about Daniel and what he might have done. She tells herself that this is because she’s more interested in what she did. Which she is. But she’s also interested in what she did with Daniel. Though she doesn’t admit that part, because that opens up other questions that she doesn’t need to think about right now.

Then she just asks Daniel, straight-out. “What do you think happened to us then?”

He sighs, pushes his glasses around, messes with his hair, and says, “I don’t know. Does it matter?”

“It could be useful!” she says. “We’d know what we’re going to do later.”

“Not really,” he says.

“But sort of. You have to agree that we’d know sort of.”

“Vala…”

His voice has that edge to it, so she leaves him alone, but maybe she’s got him thinking about it. Probably not, though.

She’ll ask Mitchell to ask Daniel, or possibly even to ask Teal’c. Mitchell is always the easiest one to crack.

Puck threw him into dumpsters, slushied him. He should have seen more coming.

And really, he had once high-hat the ones he would hear about in the news or through the grapevine. So, being one of Them himself, it was embarrassing. Embarrassing as he found it though he couldn't bring himself to tell Puck to fuck off.

Puck could punch him, kick him when he was down, call him all the degrading things he wanted - in which Puck was well learned. And still, without fail, Kurt would take him back every single time he came sobbing into his arms with the "It won't happen again"'s and "I really, really do love you"'s.

No matter the looks Mercedes would give him; she'd long ago gave up trying to actually talk to him. No matter how many times his dad would ask, "Are you alright?" and he knew if he told Burt... Puck would never be a problem again.

Even Rachel's hissed warnings that Puck would take it a step too far, one day. That he needed to get out while he could, like she had. It was in one ear and out the other.

It disgusted him, but knowing that Puck had once put his hands on Rachel only served to make him jealous, not scared. And thus, it made him even dumber.

Sadly, Kurt knows that no matter what Puck does to him, he'll take the other teen back. And it only bothers him a little.

Poor Vala.

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