Tuesday - On The Road

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Hey everyone! I'm be_themoon , guest-hosting this week. Firstly, thanks to monica_catch22 for stepping in for me yesterday. Secondly! Today's theme is On The Road - road trips, commuting to work, driving home for the holidays, going across country for a job - any way you want to spin it!

You guys know the rules: No more than 5 prompts, and only 3 prompts per fandom unless someone answers one of your prompts.

No spoilers in your prompt until a week after air-date - if there are spoilers in your story, you need to warn and leave three spaces.

And of course, remember the format! Fandom, Character/Character, prompt.

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, three hundred miles to the next job
Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, she doesn't take the train anymore
Merlin, author's choice, road trip AU

If none of the prompts catch your interest, take a gander at the Lonely Prompts Listing on delicious and adopt a few!

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[gallifreycalls.livejournal.com]

Merlin, Merlin/Arthur, crossroads

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Dean/Castiel, three hundred miles to the next job

[goldenveila.livejournal.com]

Dean didn’t think he knew of a car that racked up as many miles as the Impala. Sure, there were other hunters roaming the country, but as far as he knew most of them didn’t share the same kind of loyalty. It wasn’t practical, anyway. If pressed, he’d have to admit the classic model kind of stuck out, and he and Sam were running from the law often enough that stealing cars and abandoning them probably could save them a lot of grief.

The thought was almost physically painful.

Nope, not an option. Just keep it up, baby, he thought, reaching forward to pat the dashboard. They were between jobs, set to investigate yet another unusually gruesome death, this time in a sleepy town in Colorado. A brief respite from the Douchey Angel family reunion. But that was three hundred miles from here, and the night was young.

Sam, apparently, wasn’t. Conked out against the window at nine o’clock like an old man. Dean had teased him about it before he’d finally drifted off, receiving a sleepy “yeah, you try staying awake after fighting off a family of pissed off spirits all afternoon, and where were you, anyway?” Well, someone had to do the salt and burn routine.

The dark road stretched out before him, yellow lines and road reflectors appearing in the headlights and sliding past. The town names on the signs always looked familiar, but not enough for any real sense of recognition—the brothers had driven on most of the major highways at one time or another, but it was almost impossible to keep track of it all. Hours passed, with Dean glancing over at Sam every once in a while. Man, it was boring when he was the only one awake. Couldn’t even blast his music. Nothing to look at but the multicolored points of light of towns and cities just off the road.

Dean finally pulled off at a rest stop to stretch his legs. He nudged Sam to see if he needed to use the restroom or anything, not getting any response besides grumpy mumbling and a feeble attempt to wave him away. Fine, then. Walking into the grass, he took in a breath of cold air, watching it fog in front of him.

The feeling that he was being watched crept over him; Dean whirled at a second stirring of breath spotted out of the corner of his eye.

“Dammit, Cas. Would it kill you to walk up and greet me like a normal person? Just once.”

“I do not see why it would be necessary to announce my presence, Dean,” said Castiel, in that deadpan, intense voice of his. “And as for being a ‘normal person’…”

“Yeah, I know. Angel of the Lord.” He exhaled, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“You seem a bit on edge. Perhaps I should return later.”

“No,” said Dean, maybe a little too quickly. Castiel was doing that thing with his eyes now, a mixture of concern and…well, Dean knew what he would call that, he’d used the same look more times than he could count, but from Cas... “Actually, I’m just really bored.”

“Bored,” Castiel repeated, as if he didn’t know the meaning of the word. Which come to think of it, the idea probably was foreign to him, to some extent.

“Yeah. Sam’s asleep and we’re still hundreds of miles away from the next job. Gets a little too quiet in there, you know?”

Castiel looked off into the darkness, seeming to consider this.

“Then I will keep you company.”

Dean tried to keep his surprise under wraps, instead only nodding as he returned to the car, angel in tow. The obvious question didn’t occur to him until much later, during a moment of companionable silence.

“Hey, Cas. Why did you show up at the rest stop?”

When Castiel didn’t answer, Dean smirked to himself as another mile clicked into place.

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Chronicles of Narnia, Susan, she doesn't take the train anymore

[jennytork.livejournal.com]

She doesn't take the train anymore.

She drives her new car, or one of her many suitors drives her. She's more interested in them and being charmed and flattered than she is her brothers and sister and that silly game they used to play.

She's not sure why they insist on still playing it.

Pretending to be kings and queens of a mythical land was the stuff of childhood. She's much too grown up for that now.

Now, what matters is boys and the exciting world she has in front of her. All she has to do is flirt and pretend she has no brain. And if they want to do things with her body and if she lets them because it gets her what she wants, what business is that of anyone's?

Susan knows what will get her ahead in this world.

She knows what reality is.

And she has no clue that the game was the true reality. That 'real life' was an illusion of the senses and that she is nothing but drunk on her own self.

She is so blind that she doesn't see that what matters are the things boys and pleasure can't provide.

Susan doesn't know reality any longer. She's deluded and blind.

She has gone insane.

And her brothers and sister grieve for her.

As does a majestic Lion a world away.

[ice-ziggee.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Wilson, "I need a ride to work."

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

Merlin, author's choice, road trip AU

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

Gah... you have stolen my brain - I've now got almost 1.5k of this and it's still growing. I don't think it's really what you want but >.< It won't stop writing itself.

[ice-ziggee.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, On the way to a crime-sceen

[ice-ziggee.livejournal.com]

House MD, House/Chase, Bikeride

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, the Doctor, Once he started running he never stopped

fic - rated G

[maab-connor.livejournal.com]

not sure it's what you were thinking of, but this is what the bunny said to type.

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There were all sorts of beings in the whole of the universe. And he was the curious type. From the time he was born he had been asking questions and if there wasn’t an answer readily available, he would go find one. It made his time at the Academy hell, being so clever and even more curious, especially when his brother could be dim and the rest of the class were all cousins, so every one of them knew all about his Special Destiny; and it got him into a lot of trouble all the time, but he couldn’t resist the feeling of learning something new and applying it to get himself out of trouble. It was his addiction.

And then they dragged him before the Untempered Schism. He was frightened that night, two of his cousins had gone mad when they looked and his best friend in all the universe – who had looked just the week before – was now somehow… quite off. There were more than a few impulses not to go, not to look, not to risk madness. But then, if he didn’t go, if he didn’t look, if he didn’t risk madness then he would never know. He had to know.

For the rest of his life he would remember the cool metallic hand of Badger as he calmly lead the way. He remembered stopping for one moment and looking into Badger’s eyes. “Will I still be your pupil after this?”

Badger’s head had tilted slightly, in that way he did when he was trying to formulate something new. “I do not have sufficient data for a proper supposition. Apologies.”

He’d leaned in then and given Badger a hug. Not that his tutor would ever really understand his need for it, but he knew it would be forgiven.

Then they had rounded another corner and there it had been. It was vast and terrifying and amazing and he couldn’t help the few extra steps he took towards it as information started flooding into his mind. At first it was beautiful, so beautiful. And then he saw it. Quick flashes of understanding that surfaced to his conscious mind; terrifying beasts and horrific wars, those he had expected, those were the nature of the universe. But this…. This…. This was so much worse.

He was one of forty five cousins within his House, and another two hundred and ten who could claim him from other Houses. He was a member of the Prydonian chapter. His parents doted on him. His brother bothered him unendingly with maddening questions. He slept in a bed with five others every night. His walks into the forest were always accompanied by the Hermit. Badger was never more than three steps away. He learned all that he could, and the lynchpin of this learning was Neutrality Above All. This was his life. He was constantly and unendingly surrounded by people and noise and life. And he loved it, every moment of its insanity was like fuel to him.

The vortex showed him something completely different. So different that even the cleverest of Time Lord children saw it as alien and wrong.

Neutrality was ended and the Time Lords went to war.

And he was left alone, the last of them. Forever alone.

He turned and he ran. He ran as fast as his young legs could carry him. He ran all the way to the dump outside the city. And that’s where he found her. She was his salvation. With her, he could outrun anything and everything. She was bruised and broken and sent to the scrap heap, but he knew how she worked. He could fix her. She would be his TARDIS.

He never went home again, even when he was on Gallifrey. He never stopped running, even when he was sentenced to live without his memories, even when his own kind called him a killer and a traitor.

And when what he’d seen in the vortex came to pass; when Gallifrey went to war and Time Lords lost their neutrality like a child losing innocence, he knew what would follow. It took less than a century.

There were facts; and as much as he tried and raged and ran, he couldn’t change facts. He was the Doctor. He was the last of the Time Lords. And he was alone.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

House, House/Wilson, taking the train to a conference

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

The Big Bang Theory, group (or any characters), the flight from hell

[goldenveila.livejournal.com]

(I have not yet seen every episode of the show, so I apologize if there have been any scenes or statements that contradict anything here.)

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Penny would have been able to handle it if it had been some kid jabbing at the back of her seat every couple of seconds. That was part of the whole flying experience, after all. Of course, the true culprit could definitely be described childish…

Poke. “Penny.” Another poke, right in the center of her back. “Penny.” And a third. “Penny.”

Exhaling softly, she put on her most saccharine placating smile before she turned around.

“What is it, Sheldon?”

“Yes, I was wondering if you could settle a minor dispute between Howard and myself. You see, he is under the impression that there’s a very good chance we may die horribly when our plane collides with the ground and the fuel ignites—I’ve tried to explain that the odds of this flight being involved in an accident hardly correlates with his amount of anxiety, but he insists on being unreasonable about it.” Sheldon’s lips flattened into a thin line as he shot an annoyed glance at the man in question.

Smile still in place, Penny ran the words back through her mind until they resembled a normal statement.

“I’ve always heard that there are a lot more fatal car crashes,” she said. “But it’s also perfectly okay to be nervous about flying, sweetie.”

Sheldon had been nodding vigorously at her first statement, but his expression darkened once she had finished.

“It is most certainly not ‘okay,’” he snapped back. “His phobia flies in the face of clear evidence to the contrary. If I could just pull up the data on my laptop, the numbers would show that—”

“Oh, sure,” said Raj, leaning in from the other side of Howard. “Didn’t you hear the lady? Until we reach cruising altitude, no electronic devices.”

“Are you trying to make us crash?” Howard gaped at Sheldon accusingly.

“Don’t be absurd. Besides, there have been reports that imply that the interference from such devices aren’t nearly as dire as once suggested. Do you really believe that every person turns off their cell phones when the flight attendants tell them to?”

“Oh, God,” said Howard, burying his face in his hands.

Raj crossed his arms, glaring at Sheldon. “Now look what you’ve done.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Penny will back me up on this. Penny?”

Penny leaned back heavily against her seat, closing her eyes. Her friends were great, both despite and because of their quirks, but at least back at the apartment building she could leave when things got way too ridiculous. One thing she did know for sure—it was going to be a long flight.

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Arthurian lit, Lancelot/Gawain, returning from a year of questing

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

Sherlock Holmes, Holmes/Watson, trekking across country on foot

[leavesoflorien.livejournal.com]

SGA, Sheppard/McKay, a long, miserable Dedalus trip back to Atlantis

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Fire Emblem 10 (precanon), Sephiran/Zelgius, the first trip they took together

[samueljames]

NCIS: LA, Sam/Callen, roadtrip.

NCIS: LA, Sam/Callen, roadtrip

[carinascott.livejournal.com]

Hope this works for you. :)

"I'm telllin' you G. A RV is a great investment."

"I will not live in a trailer park!"

"I already told you that you don't have to. Plenty of places along the coast that you can park in and camp out at. And that's not the only perk, G."

"Yeah. What else?"

"You know that thing I did on our road trip to Atlanta?"

Knowing exactly what 'thing' Sam was referring to, namely his agile tongue, Callen shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat before nodding, "Yeah, I remember."

"Do you remember why I stopped?"

"I just remember having a serious case of blue balls until the next rest stop."

"Yeah, well, I'm a big guy. I need room to manuever. As much as you love your car, an RV beats it hands down in the room department." Glancing over at G, Sam licked his lips suggestively.

Groaning as his arousal surged at the sight, Callen banged his head against the headrest. "Ok, ok. I'll think about the RV. But I swear if I get the damn thing, you'd better make it worth my while."

"Oh believe me, it'll definitely be worth it."

Sighing once more, Callen kept an eye out for the next rest stop.

-END-

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

Marvel, Johnny/Peter, impromptu road trip

[lizzie-marie-23.livejournal.com]

Star Trek, Author's Choice, He took a midnight train going anywhere (Don't Stop Believing by Journey)

Couldn't tell from your profile if you like slash but your icon gives me hope.

[samueljames]

Jim was impetuous, sure there was usually something going on in his head but often he’d react instinctively. When he’d taken Frank’s car so many years ago he’d just wanted to get away for a while. One way trip, destination anywhere. Of course when you’re a kid nobody listens and he’d had to go back home.

Pike’s challenge of bettering his father’s achievements had been pondered on while drunk and decided on while still a little hungover. Not the best way to make decisions but it was instinct that drove him to work hard in his classes, a desire to prove his instructors wrong. He was here on his own merits, not as George Kirk’s kid. He couldn’t compete against a man he never knew so he refused to do so.

Bones was the only one who let him be his own man. They were on different academic tracks but the two became best friends and often helped each other study. It was after their first year exams that the relationship changed. Jim made the first move and kissed Bones who, although he was surprised, kissed him back. They’d ended up in Jim’s bed and there’d been more kisses, touches and whispered moans of arousal. It wasn’t perfect but after they’d both come there were plenty more kisses and an agreement that it wouldn’t be a one time thing. After all if they wanted perfection they’d need to keep trying. Lying in Bones’ arms, feeling the heartbeat beneath his head Jim smiled happily to himself. He was glad he’d waited till now so as not to jeopardise their friendship. Important decisions deserved to be considered carefully. Now he knew where his life was headed and he wouldn’t be making that journey alone.

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Babs/Dinah, "Let me get that straight Babs. You want us to go to a road trip because tomorrow is thirty years after the death of your favorite author?"


Thanks for the dreams, Jack.

no fic

[be-themoon.livejournal.com]

just curious - who is it? I wasn't able to find anyone, though I could be missing something really obvious. :P

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

DCU, Tim/Ducati, the long way home

[modestroad.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Sam, highway to hell

future lore - spoilers for 5.6, gennish, PGish

[tigriswolf]

(Um. This toys with a pet theory of mine. It may not at all be what you wanted or expected. *crosses fingers*)

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Those who survive... cope. All they can do is endure.

o0o

The end begins on a beautiful day (in some places) when a nice enough boy is stabbed in the back by someone he spared.

That boy is never so nice again.

o0o

Winchesters are made to survive. They're like cockroaches that way. So even though the world ends, hellfire raining from the sky while the angels flee like scared bunnies to a far corner of the cosmos(or maybe another nice enough boy said angels aren't real and they weren't anymore), even though Creation cries for its Maker, unheard and unanswered, there are still Winchesters.

Two of them, in fact. And probably not the two you expect.

(Just tell the story, you say? But I am.)

o0o

The beginning ends when a pretty little blonde (she’s good with a gun and better with a knife, so you better watch out and you better think twice) catches a demon’s fancy.

You see, for those in the know, the entire tapestry got rewoven that day. The Campbell family should have been a blip on the radar, a little clan of hunters who’d die a hundred years later in the demon wars.

There were no vessels then. Those came later, when that spitfire Mary made a deal.

(Hush. You wanted the truth, didn’t you? I can’t help that you don’t like it.)

o0o

So, the mother of two vessels (though, of course, that wasn’t true yet) marries a soldier. She’s a hunter; he’s a warrior. Match made in Heaven, or Hell, if you want to get technical. They’re both trying to escape their pasts, though—doesn’t it always?—the past comes calling with fire and blood.

(Fine, fine, I’ll skip ahead a bit. Sheesh, you’re impatient.)

o0o

So, there's this nice enough boy and his overprotective big brother. The boy gets stabbed in the back and dies in his brother's arms.

(Oh, you know that part? Hmm. I guess I'll skip ahead some more.)

o0o

In Hell, that overprotective big brother becomes the Tormentor's favorite pupil, with potential to spare. He takes to torturing like blood to a knife, like he'd been made, bred, and born for it. Never has Alistair had such a student, not in all the eons since Sammael became Lucifer. (And yes, that's important. Remember that.)

Anyway, though he doesn't know it, when he takes the razor from Alistair's bloodstained fingers and slices a poor soul from neck to navel, he shatters the first lock on the door of Lucifer's cage.

But that's not the point. Dean Winchester broke the first lock, yes, and his sweet little brother—no longer quite so sweet, and actually taller and broader, if you want to get technical(isn’t that the way with little brothers?)—broke the last.

So, yeah. That's what happened.

(Huh? What comes after? Well...)

o0o

Those who survive... cope. All they can do is endure. We're survivors, sweetheart. We're like cockroaches, us Winchesters. Dean and Sam didn't make it—that final battle, when Lucifer and Michael fought for the first time since the War in Heaven burned them both up in incandescent light, brighter than the sun, and far hotter. They were scorched to nothingness.

I wouldn't have believed it myself, but my brother told me so.

Yeah, I know... he could bring them back, maybe. And the angels, too. Except he doesn't do that anymore. He refuses, or maybe he can’t. Because like he wished away the angels, he also removed the power, see. He's just a normal anymore. Like me.

Well, as much as we can be, us Winchester boys.

(Hey, you wanted the truth. Dean and Sam are dead, but they died together. Jesse swore, that one time I asked, that they knew, that they held each other in those final moments, soul to soul as they left existence.

Jesse swore. And he doesn't lie to me.)

o0o

Hey, look, sorry. I gotta go. My brother's calling. Maybe next time you'll request an easier story, yeah?

Oh, don't worry. It's no secret. I just... sometimes, it's hard to talk about, you know?

Anyway. We'll endure. Nothing else to do, and we're Winchesters, me and Jesse.

We'll survive, 'cause it's what we do.

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Author's Choice, Author's Choice, They're just passing through

Passing Through

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

this is for xxxHolic, Clow/Yuuko. I hope you’ve read the series. If not well...sorry!

*

He’d always told her don’t get too attached to the mortals. It had been an unnecessary warning, one that often got a cold retort in response. But unlike his games, this was not merely baiting.

They are just passing through life. They are blind, deaf and dumb to the surroundings around them, and die all too soon before they’ve even lived.

She knew his first lover had been a more mortal one, a woman with no magical inclination at all. He’d even married the girl and stayed with her until she died. No small feat, that.

He’d been so young then. So idealistic. She can only imagine the genius that he must have been (yes, she even admitted this in her mind) tethered to a finite girl.

He’d had a child, the first of the Li clan. She’d hardly been the first, though she must have held some special hold on his heart. After her, he no longer married and kept himself aloof. Already the hints of cynicism had begun to set in.

As for her, it was not the lovers that worried her. She and he, both were aloof in their own ways.

You’ve nothing to worry. The boy will be far less fleeting than that. . He stops her cutting remark before she can make it. It was one of those things she’d always hated about him. Nothing was worse than getting into argument.

This isn’t a lover. I’d have to be jealous if it was, now wouldn’t I? It’s a protege.

Her grip tightened on her glass. And what else in my life do you see? Pray tell.

I see you living he said, with an almost nostalgic fondness.

And that is all I can say. I don’t want to curse you with visions of the future. Heaven knows I’m cursed by it..

Their glasses clinked. To life, and death. The fleeting inevitably.

To those just passing through.

[iesika.livejournal.com]

DCU, Connor Hawke/(author's choice), Connor learns to drive.

Connor/Jason: AKA I blame phoenixofborg for my Connor/Jason fics. XD

[shiny-glor-chan.livejournal.com]

“Jason, are you sure it’s such a good idea to start off driving lessons with a motorcycle?” Connor asked skeptically.

“Don’t worry. This one’s custom made, and you can’t crash it,” Jason replied, handing Connor the helmet. “The helmet’s just a precaution and has headset in it, so can talk during the ride.”

Connor still felt nervous as he pulled the helmet on. “Jason, what if-”

“Can’t happen,” Jason cut him off, leading him to on the bike before pulling on his own helmet. “And I’ll be riding with you. No worries, Con.”

That still didn’t help the nervousness in the pit of Connor’s stomach as he climbed onto the bike. Jason instructed him over the comms in the helmets. He listened, memorizing what every handle and meter did. Soon, they were off. Connor was still nervous, but they were moving faster than a person could run, and they hadn’t crashed yet.

“See? Not that hard, right?” Jason said soothingly through the helmets after about an hour, giving Connor’s waist a little squeeze.

“Yeah, I guess not...” Connor replied, not sure if he believed that or not, but he was driving, and they weren’t road pizza, so that counted for something.

[pesha.livejournal.com]

CW RPF, Christian Kane/Jensen Ackles, commuting between Vancouver and Portland is a bitch

[pesha.livejournal.com]

Chronicles of Riddick, Riddick/Vaako, taking the flagship out into the black

How Can He Explain [Riddick, Slash, Riddick/Vaako]

[chibifukurou]

Riddick never planned to control the Necro's. He'd always figured he'd die fighting for his freedom from them but he's not even fighting any more. He still thinks of most of them as drugged out zombies but there are some who are so much more.

Vaako is his soulmate. He uderstands him like nobody else had or could. When Riddick ordered a stop at Crematoria to collect the Hell-hounds Vaako arranged it and reveled in their prescence as much as Riddick himself does. That's just the first of many orders Vaako follows without question. Riddick loves him as much as he can for that unquestioning loyalty but there are still things that Vaako doesn't understand despite his loyalty. First among those things is Riddick's obsession with the black.

How can Riddick explain what the black means to him? How can he explain it to a man that is happily locked in servitude to the Necros? How can he explain that when the flagship is out in the black he feels more free than at any other time?

[alcetis.livejournal.com]

Chuck, Author's Choice/Author's Choice, spy mission to a couple's bed and breakfast in Vermont.