Monday: Birth & Death

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Hi! I’m brumeier, and this week we’re going to be looking at both sides of the coin, so to speak. Today’s theme is BIRTH & DEATH, and you can tackle those concepts together or separately, literally (the birth of a baby) or figuratively (the birth of an idea).

Just a few rules:

No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...

+ Stargate Multiverse, Any, out of the ashes of destruction something new begins to grow

+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, sometimes they need a reminder that it’s not all just death and destruction

+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, the birth of Steve and Danny’s first grandchild

+ Any, Any, a symbolic rebirth as they leave their old life behind to start over

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Stargate Multiverse, Any, out of the ashes of destruction something new begins to grow

Fill 1/2: Ronon, Gen

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

As long as people checked in with their CO, they were allowed to go pretty much anywhere on their designated Sundays - the Athosian mainland, anywhere in the city, to that one really pretty deserted beach planet, to one of the well-known market planets for a day of shopping (though Elizabeth and John both preferred they go in groups if they were going offworld).

Ronon went back to Sateda. He tried the other places first - went to the Athosian mainland with Teyla, went hiking on Planet Waterfalls with Toriel’s team, went to the beach planet with a huge group of civilians and scientists. But that never felt right. So, back to Sateda he went. He packed enough food and gear for a day, and he told John, and John told Chuck, and the gate was ready to dial by the time he arrived at the gate room.

There wasn’t much he could do in the big city, in the buildings, with the rubble everywhere, so he hiked outside of the city to his grandfather’s old cabin in the woods. He’d borrowed some tools from the engineers, and he set about repairing the cabin. Even though his grandfather had been dead for two decades, he still remembered the process - chopping down a tree, stripping it, cutting it down to planks, planing it.

Those simple skills his grandfather had taught him with the hopes that one day he’d put them toward building a home for a wife and child were skills he’d used to survive the Wraith while Running.

At the end of the day, he returned to Atlantis, and he gave the tools back to the engineers - and gave them a wild bird he’d caught, so they could have their own roast.

After that, the scientists were plenty more willing to let him borrow tools and whatever he wanted.

Over the months that followed, the cabin was coming along well, and Ronon wanted to build some kind of mostly self-sustaining garden so it would have food. As he contemplated the possibilities - that would involve bringing some more wild game to Dr. Parrish on botany - he was hiking through the city, and he noticed - tendrils of green creeping up through the stone floor of a wide courtyard.

Instead of continuing on to the cabin - which he kept covered to protect it while he was gone - he turned to the courtyard, knelt, examined the tiny shoots. They’d broken through stone, with the power of time and persistence. Against the ash-gray of the stone, the colorlessness of the destruction, they were beautiful.

There weren’t enough Satedans left in the galaxy to rebuild this planet.

But there was one Satedan who was willing to try.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes, sometimes they need a reminder that it’s not all just death and destruction

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, the birth of Steve and Danny’s first grandchild

Hawaii Five-O Steve/Danny First Grandchild

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The call had come during the middle of the night, jarring them both from their restful sleep. Danny groped for his phone and answered it, eyes still closed. He shot up as he heard Marcus' voice. "What? When?" Danny asked.

Hearing the panic in Danny's voice Steve rolled over and sat up looking at his husband.

"Yeah, we're on our way." Danny said and ended the call.

"Grace is in labor. We gotta go. The baby will be here any time now." Danny was out of their bed and dressing before Steve had even processed his words. "Don't just sit there, get dressed," Danny said, voice tense as he spoke.

Steve's brain kicked into action and he was on the move dressing, grabbing his keys, phone and Danny, pulling him out the door and to their truck. The traffic was minimal at three in the morning which made it easier for them to make the trek from their home to the hospital in record time.

The truck was barely in park before both men were out and running for the ER doors, passing people as they made it to the elevator. Danny pressed the button, repeatedly trying to get the car down to their level for the ride up to the third floor. Steve reached out and grabbed his hand. "It's not gonna come any faster. Take a breath."

"Yeah but . . ."

"Grace is gonna be fine, so is the baby. She's not the first and won't be the last to give birth." Seeing the look on Danny's face, Steve backtracked in his words. "I know, she's your little girl. But everything will be fine."

The ding of the elevator doors opening ended that conversation and Danny dragged Steve in and pressed the button. "I can't believe this. My baby is having a baby. We're going to be grandfathers," Danny said as he turned to Steve, a wide smile on his face.

"Yeah" Steve murmured as he drew Danny against his body. giving him the reassurance he needed. They walked out of the elevator, arm in arm, toward the nurses station. Steve flashed the nurse a smile and asked about Grace's progress.

"Why don't you both have a seat in the waiting area and I'll see if I can't find out something for you," she said, motioning to an area off to her left. Before Danny could protest, Steve steered him away from the desk.

"Why, why would you do that, Steve? Something's wrong. Why won't she tell us anything?" Danny started to spiral out of control. Steve placed his hands on Danny's shoulders, anchoring him, stopping him from more fretting.

The nurse cleared her throat, getting their attention. "If you'll follow me, you can go in." She turned and led them into a room occupied by Grace, Marcus and the newest addition to their family.

Danny swept pasted the nurse, Steve and Marcus to get to Grace who was holding a tiny wrapped bundle to her chest. She looked up, fatigue and tears on her face. "Hey, Danno. Would you like to meet your grandson?" She asked her voice raspy and tired.

"A boy? It's a boy!" Danny turned to Steve and then back to Grace. Grace held the little form out to Danny who sat on the edge of the bed. He reached out and took the newborn into his arms, cradled him against his chest. "He's so little," he said and looked up at Steve who had joined him.

"He's beautiful, congratulations Grace, Marcus," Steve said as he peered down at the baby. "Have you decided on a name?"

Marcus stepped forward, placed a hand on Grace's shoulder and kissed her before answering. "Brandon Daniel Murphy." Marcus beamed down at his son as he spoke his name.

"I wanted him to have your name as his middle name, Danno," Grace said and smiled at her father.

Steve placed a hand on Danny's back. "You're already very loved Brandon."

Danny kissed Brandon's forehead. "Thank you for that," Danny said as he looked at his daughter and Marcus. "He's perfect. Welcome to our family, Brandon."

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Any, Any, a symbolic rebirth as they leave their old life behind to start over

Fill: Gundam Wing, Duo Maxwell +/ Heero Yuy, future fic

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When the fighting, the war was finally over, Duo was ready to walk away. Start over.

So he cut his hair.

Chopped the braid off at the base of his skull. Then he went down the street to the old barber who'd called out to him at least once a week as he went past, once a week for the five years he'd lived in his little apartment within walking distance of Preventers HQ.

The old man didn't recognize Duo, just clicked his tongue disapprovingly at the hack job on his hair, neatened it up, and sent him on his way.

Duo packed up the bare necessities - a week's worth of clothes, cellphone, dopp kit, first aid kit, a knife and a gun and some ammo, emergency rations - and donated the rest of his belongings to charity, and then he set out to explore the galaxy.

When he ran into a certain blue-eyed, messy-haired soldier, the man looked him up and down, wary.

"Do I know you?"

Duo smiled at him. "I guess not." And he continued on his way.

Two months later, he ran into that soldier again.

"Your hair was long when we first met," the man said.

"No," Duo said, "we've never met before."

The man looked him up and down again. Then he offered a hand. "I'm Heero Clark Lowe."

"Duo Maxwell." And he shook Heero's hand. "What do you do, Heero?"

"I'm a shuttle pilot. I take tourists to the colonies. You?"

"I'm a mechanic."

"I could use a mechanic."

"Yeah? I could use a job."

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Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson, the first time he helped a woman give birth

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Forever, Henry Morgan and Abe Morgan, the first time Abe sees Henry die.

Fill: drabble

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Abe knew it would happen at some point. He’d even thought he had prepared himself, but the reality had been nothing like he’d imagined. It had come out of the blue; he and his father had been walking down a sidewalk when a truck had veered off the road. A small child stood directly in the way and Henry had launched himself to save her. He had thrown the girl free, but had been crushed against a wall. Abe still remembered watching Henry’s last few laboured breaths, and the gut-wrenching fear that he would never see him again after all.

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Sense8/any ensemble fandom, any ensemble, the birth of a new cluster

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Stargate Multiverse, any, no one outside the SGC could understand what it was like to die for your country planet, and live to keep serving.

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Any, any, "Don't take this the wrong way, but why aren't you dead?"

Fill: Stargate SG-1, Daniel Jackson + Clone!Jack, future fic

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“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Daniel Jackson said, “but why aren’t you dead?”

Plenty of people had come to visit him in his final days. There had been all kinds of crazy offers to extend his life - reimprint him into a clone body, use of a sarcophagus, maybe even program him into an organic Asuran body.

He’d refused all of them. He’d died and come back so many times that the thought of coming back yet again was a nightmare. For all that the history books were extolling the virtues of SG-1 as intergalactic heroes, trailblazers, diplomats, inventors, discoverers, everyone had missed the parts where they were human. That Daniel was a monster without his coffee; that when Teal’c ran out of patience it was terrifying; that Sam with a lot of ideas and not a lot of sleep was another exploding star waiting to happen; that Mitchell in a crisis was shoot first, ask questions later, cry much much later; that Vala was still trying to put herself back together after what Qetesh had done to her. That Jack had always been one big ball of emotion underneath his sarcasm.

The man standing in the doorway was Jack O’Neill as Daniel had first met him, wearing khakis and a leather jacket, dark-haired and lean, hands in his pockets, disarmingly boyish.

“What makes you think I’m not?”

Jack had preceded all of SG-1 into death by sheer virtue of age.
Daniel pushed himself up slowly on his hospital bed, pushed his glasses up his nose. “This is like that time in Ba’al’s cell, isn’t it? You’re a hallucination. Ascended. Something. You had the Gene.”

“You that desperate?”

“They want to keep me alive.”

“No one should live forever.”

“I know I didn’t help you, but -”

“I’m not a hallucination.”

“Then you should be dead.”

“Just came to say goodbye. You were the first, so it’s kinda poetic, isn’t it? That you’re the last.”

Daniel sucked in a shaky breath. “I never - never told you. How much I cared about you.”

“You couldn’t,” Jack said, “and I couldn’t say it either. Not the way I wanted to. Not the way that mattered.”

“Is it okay?” Daniel asked. “To finally step away? Will the kids be okay without us?”

“Haven’t been kids for a long time.” Jack stepped closer, leaned in, pressed a soft kiss to Daniel’s cheek.

When he pulled back, Daniel realized.

“Jon.”

“Yeah.”

“After you left, I never heard - no one ever said -” Daniel felt tears start to slip down his face, couldn’t stop them. He was being irrational, Jon wasn’t Jack, was a whole new person after four decades.

“That was how I wanted it. Like I said, just came to say goodbye.”

Daniel stared at him for a long time. Then he nodded and said, “Goodbye.” And he lay back, closed his eyes.

As he world faded away, he heard someone say,

“Dad? Is it over?”

And Jon responded, “Yeah, Daniel, it’s over. Where are the others?”

“Sam, Murray, and Charlie are getting coffee. You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay. Let’s go home.”

“Goodbye,” Daniel whispered, and then his world was light.

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Any, any, "You can't give birth here!"

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due South, Fraser/Kowalski, Selecting a newborn puppy that Diefenbaker sired.

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Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Honoring those who have fallen

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Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, They weren't expecting twins!

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Any, Any/Any, Having the most awkward "birds & the bees" talk with their child.

Fill: Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay + Lily

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"How did the babies get in there?"

Rodney shared a look of utter panic with John over Lily's head. He should've anticipated that this day was imminent. Lily was five, and she had an inquisitive mind. She questioned everything. Of course she'd want to know about her new siblings-to-be.

"Love," John said.

"But how?" Lily insisted. She pushed her dinner plate away and propped her elbows on the table.

"I don't suppose you'd buy a story about a really big bird?" Rodney asked hopefully.

He wasn't ready to have this discussion with his little, perfect girl. She didn't need to know about vaginas and penises and sperm, especially not when she was wearing a shirt with a purple, glittery unicorn on it.

"Poppa," Lily said. The eyebrow raise she gave him was all John.

"I'd steer clear of cabbage patches too," John suggested with a grin. Traitor husband.

Rodney wondered which version to try and explain. Classic hetero sex, or the invitro method they'd used with Amy? One was more accurate than the other, but would Lily be able to relate to other kids her age if she didn't know the more conventional method?

"Love," John said again. "Babies should always start with love."

"But how did they get in Amy's belly?"

"Sex!" Rodney blurted out, and then flushed when John scowled at him. "I mean, traditionally, a mommy and a daddy would have sex to make a baby."

Lily gave that some serious consideration before asking for further clarification. "Do you drink that?"

John tried – unsuccessfully – to cover his laugh with a cough. Rodney didn't know what was funny. It was important that Lily didn't go around spreading misinformation like most of her peers were likely to do.

"Sex is something they do, not something they ingest. Well, technically --"

"Rodney," John said warningly.

"Oh. Right." Save the oral sex talk for much, much later. Or possibly never.

"Is sex what you did with Amy?" Lily asked.

"No. That was different because Amy and I aren't married. We did something called invitro fertilization. You see, a baby is made when you introduce a sperm to an egg. The cells divide, and keep dividing, until --" Rodney was distracted by John making slashing movements across his throat. "What?"

"Listen, Bumper," John said. "All you need to know is that a little bit of the mom and a little bit of the dad get mixed together and turn into a baby. That's how we made you, with extra love because we wanted you so much."

Lily beamed. "Thanks, Daddy!"

She slid out of her chair and ran around the table to give John a hug.

"But...I barely covered cell meiosis!"

Lily hugged Rodney too. "It's okay Poppa. You can tell me when I'm older."

She ran off, pigtails bobbing.

"I'm not ready for this," Rodney admitted. "She's too little. I don't want her knowing anything about sex. I don't ever want her having sex."

John got out of his chair and stood behind Rodney's, hands on his shoulders. "We need to put together a plan of action for when she asks again. No meiosis. And for god's sake, no oral!"

"Yes, no, that was...I won't do that again." Rodney tipped his head back and John bent down to kiss him. "The good news is that when the new babies need the talk we'll be better at it. Right?"

"Couldn't be much worse," John said with a smirk. "Come on. Let's clean up. Then we can start working on Meiosis for Beginners."

Rodney pulled him down for one more kiss. "Okay. Lily! Come clear your plate, please!"

While the three of them cleaned up the kitchen, Rodney wondered what other terrible questions his little girl might come up with. Parenting...nothing but pitfalls with hugs and sloppy kisses mixed in. But somehow still the greatest thing Rodney had ever done.

I love you, Rodney signed to Lily before she ran off to play.

Love you, Lily signed back with a big grin.

Yup. Definitely worth it.

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Any, Any male/Any male, "Wait. I'm pregnant?!?!"

[tigriswolf]

Z Nation, author's choice, how the mission would've gone if [character a] had died instead of [character b]

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Lucifer, Lucifer - His birth as the king of hell.

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Supernatural, Dean Winchester - his birth as a demon.

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Supernatural, Dean/Sam Winchester & Lucifer - don't you ever die?

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Author’s choice, author’s choice, Choke on the bones of your revolution

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author's choice, author's choice, all empires end

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DCU, Jason Todd, when he's finally glad to have come back

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Star Wars, Sabe + Leia Organa, keeping Padme's memory alive

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The Last Unicorn, Schmendrick + the unicorn, The unicorn comes to Molly Grue's funeral

Fill

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Schmendrick stood at the graveside long after the others departed - Wilfrid, Sooz, their children. He'd stood by for Lir's death, and now Molly's.

He went to whistle a song Molly had taught him, that she'd taught Sooz long ago, but before the first note could pass his lips she was there.

The Unicorn.

Schmendrick cast a look about him, startled, but everyone else was gone. Was this a dream? An hallucination?

No, she was there, glorious and shining and bright.

She bowed her head, touched her horn to the simple headstone, and for a moment, it glowed.

Then she turned to Schmendrick.

"That's another lesson you taught me," she said. "Besides how to regret."

"Another lesson?"

"How to miss people," she said, and then she turned and departed in the dusk.

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Fullmetal Alchemist, Alphonse Elric, The birth of his first child