comment_fic | Wednesday: Undead and Immortals

Hi! I’m

brumeier, and today we’re beating back death! Today's theme is UNDEAD AND IMMORTALS! Let’s bring out the vampires, the immortal beings, the zombies!

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Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Any, any, zombie POV
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Forever fusion
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, one making a deal with a vampire to save the other’s life

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From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Any, any, zombie POV

From:

squidgiepdx

but I have Kieran Walker from "In The Flesh" in my head now. I'm just trying to figure out what he's trying to say.

Edited Date: 2017-10-25 01:01 pm (UTC)

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Woo!

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Forever fusion

From:

nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

“Do you skinny dip as a hobby?” John asked. This was the second time local patrolmen had busted Rodney crawling out of the Hudson in his birthday suit.

Rodney sat in a chair beside the booking officer’s desk wearing NYPD sweats and a t-shirt and wrapped in a blanket, expression decidedly sulky. “Swimming helps me think.”

“Most people swim in, you know, swimsuits.” John perched on the edge of Officer Ford’s desk, munching on a power bar.

Rodney rolled his eyes. “For all that modern society prides itself on being forward thinking and the least prudish of the preceding generations with its Mardi Gras and its Spring Break, centuries ago humanity was perfectly aware that swimming au naturel was, well, natural, and why wet a perfectly good set of clothes?”

“We’re not centuries ago,” John pointed out, “and also we have perfectly good sets of clothes whose only purpose is to be worn while swimming.”

Rodney set his jaw and looked away, tugging the blanket closer. He had a fascinating jawline, and the curve of his mouth was soft, pliant. For all that he tended to frown, when he smiled and lit up, his entire face changed, and John had wondered, more than once, what it would be like to kiss him.

He just wasn’t quite sure what was up with Rodney’s business partner, the beautiful and formidable Jeannie Miller, who ran the antique store below Rodney’s apartment. They bickered like family, could finish each other’s sentences and communicate sentences in a glance. Were they ex-lovers who still shared...benefits? Jeannie was openly affectionate with Rodney, who always accepted her hugs and kisses grudgingly.

“Are you going to get me out of this or not?” Rodney asked.

John would love to get Rodney out of that blanket and those clothes. Too bad that wasn’t what Rodney meant. “What’s in it for me?”

Rodney said, “I figured out how Mr. Grodin died.”

“Did you now?”

“I will tell you if you can get this Officer Ford to stop acting like I’m the Antichrist of Indecent Exposure.”

“You have to tell me anyway,” John said. “It’s your job.”

“I won’t be able to tell you for a few days while I’m booked in jail.” Rodney crossed his arms over his chest, and the fabric of his t-shirt pulled across his shoulders, emphasizing how broad they were.

John sighed with mock-longsuffering. “Yes, fine, I’ll handle it. Hey, Ford! This guy’s with me.”

Officer Ford raised his eyebrows. He’d been John’s rookie before John made detective. “You’re into skinny-dipping?” He crossed the bullpen, still holding Rodney’s half-completed file.

“I’m into hot guys with blue eyes,” John drawled, and Ford laughed.
Rodney spluttered indignantly.

“Fair enough. All right. I’ll letting you go,” he said to Rodney. “This time.”

Rodney started to stand. “This time?”

“Ford,” John said, “Dr. McKay is one of our ME’s. Swimming is part of his...process.”

Ford blinked. “Oh. Okay. Just - leave some clothes on the shore or something?”

“Jeannie wasn’t answering her phone,” Rodney muttered. “She usually brings them to me.”

That made no sense. If Rodney went skinny-dipping, surely he had clothes he had to divest himself of before he went into the water?

John said, “We’re practically partners. You can call me. I’ll bring you dry clothes.”

“No, thank you,” Rodney said firmly. “My arrangement with Jeannie is adequate.”

As if on cue, Jeannie burst into the bullpen. “Mer!” she cried. “You took the phone off the hook, you doofus. And you took my cell phone off the charger so you could charge your own. I’ve been looking for you everywhere and David Parrish at the flower shop on the corner said the police took you!”

She flung her arms around him.

Rodney sighed, patted her back with a perfunctory, There, there.

Jeannie pulled back and slapped him on the arm. “Don’t there there me. Who’s the adult here? We’re going home. Thanks, John. Always good to see you.” And she dragged him out of the bullpen, police officers chuckling in their wake.

“That his wife or something?” Ford asked.

“Or something.”

“Evan had blue eyes,” Ford said quietly.

Damn. John had gone a whole thirty minutes without thinking of Evan, whose blue eyes were closed forever. “Yes, he did.”

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Awesome! So awesome! I'd read a billion more words of this. ::grins:: Love the sense of mystery, and John's attraction to Rodney. Thank you so much!

From:

nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com

You are so welcome!

Maybe one day more words will happen.

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, one making a deal with a vampire to save the other one’s life

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Any fandom with an immortal, any, finally breaking the curse of immortality

From:

jdl71.livejournal.com

Pam looked on in horror as Eric held the cure to his immortality in his hands. Her eyes were wide in disbelief. Her voice barely a whisper. Why - Why would you want to give all this up? The strength, your abilities, your immortal life. I just don't understand." He saw the pleading, hurt look in her eyes. The look that screamed 'I love you, don't leave me'.

He smiled at her but it didn't reach his eyes. He remembered being like that when Godfrey, his sire had chosen to die. To prove to the humans that vampires still had humanity in them. He remembered pleading with the man. Staying with him until he had to leave for fear of burning in the sun himself. It had broken his heart, still did to this day when he thought about it.

"That's the problem Pam." He said quietly, more to himself than Pam. "You don't understand. When I changed you, gave you this life it was to save you. To empower you to be more than just a woman in the time period that you lived in. I saw that you were meant to be so much more than what you were. You've proven me right again and again."

He looked at her, seeing the red tears streaking her face. He here her words catch in her throat.

"Ple - please don't do this." She begged. "Don't!" Pam screamed as he raised the vile to his lips. Her hand shot out, stopping his hand in mid motion.

"Just tell me why you'd give this up?" She asked as her eyes searched his face, hoping for a tell-tale clue.

Eric sat back and sighed. What could he say to possibly make her understand. He was over a thousand years old. He'd been witness to the birth to so many dazzling events, places and people. He'd enjoyed watched the world change and evolve. But, he was also tired. He felt it in his core. Not his soul, he no longer believed he had one. But, if he had to be honest with himself and Pam, none of those were the reason he was taking this curse. The reason had a name, he just hadn't been willing to say it until now.

"Jason. Jason Stackhouse." Eric said in a low voice.

"A human! You're doing this for a human?" Pam screamed at him.

"Yes, to be with him. I want to live a real life with him. I want to grow old and die with him, not out live him." Eric said, his gaze never wavering from Pam.

She nodded her understanding and reached out to take his free hand. She finally understood, stopped fighting him. She held Eric's hand as he brought the vile to his lips, draining every drop. She held on while his body shuddered and his skin turned from marble white to a rosy pink. She felt warmth rising from his once cold skin and heard the beat of a once stilled heart. And she knew he was lost to her, he would never be the imposing vampire figure she stood with for so many years.

Eric Northman was now mortal.

From:

brumeier.livejournal.com

Thank you so much for the fill!

The downside of living forever is definitely the loss. Of friends, of loved ones, of the chance to live each day like it was your last. I don't blame Eric for taking the cure, and I'm glad Pam stood by him at the end.

From:

jdl71.livejournal.com

I'm with you on that. Glad you liked it.

From:

foxxygoddess.livejournal.com

Any, Any, eternal life does not mean eternal youth

From:

foxxygoddess.livejournal.com

Any, Any, craving vegetables instead of brains, is it still a zombie?

From:

evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

"The test subject has been repeatedly offered brains of various species, including humans, however, it will not eat." The doctor raised her eyebrows pointedly at her counterpart before continuing, "Something quite unusual happened when I dropped a carrot stick near the containment unit."

He raised his eyebrows in a mirroring response, "You mean?" and they said it together, "Vegan zombie!"