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rat_jamTo join the battle, all you need to do is pick a prompt from below (any prompt, even if it's your own) and write/vid/manip/icon/draw/whatever the most creative bit of whatever you can create! And remember - PLEASE feel free to vid or icon or manip or do something non-written. We love ALL kinds of creative output equally!
When you've written/painted/made it, paste it into the comments here. Once you've done that, you can post it wherever else you want.
You may enter as many times as you like, so long as each entry is completely separate (not a series of linked pieces). Also, please do not link to old work - this should be something new, produced for the challenge, based on one of the prompts.
THE RULES
1. It must fit in one comment, so the limit is 4,300 characters (there's no minimum limit). It can be part of a longer piece that you may post elsewhere, as long as it's something new and based on one of the prompts, but all we want here is the part that you are most proud of. If you make art, if it's larger than 350 px wide, please use a thumbnail linking directly to the piece (directly to the artwork, not a post or site). The thumbnail can be up to 350 px wide, and 300 px high, and should include as much of the art as possible. If it is a vidlet or something else requiring dowloading, like a fanmix, please post the link to where we can download. Feel free to post a teaser image, but please confine yourself to the artwork preview rules.
2. Important! Please use the subject line of your comment to identify the snippet, like so: Title, prompt, rating (i.e. Fandom, Pairing, prompt word, rating system of your choice). For example, I might write: "Staying Awake, One Tree Hill, Lucas/Nathan, rain, R", or "The Sun Has Gone Down, Crossover, Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis, Jack/John, under fire, for all ages".
3. You have one week – the post will close for new entries next Sunday, April 1, at midnight eastern standard time. PLEASE be certain to check the World Time Clock to verify the deadline time in your area.
4. Don't forget that these prompts are only written as character one/character two for convience, NOT because of any requirement to make it a relationship story! Gen and friend are very welcome here. They can be interpreted in ANY WAY, so just imagine the FUN possiblities. You can take one prompt and write it, draw it, icon it, fanmix it, AND vid it. (Although if you have the time to do all of that in the week that these prompts are open, I might just have to kill myself out of jealousy :o) And you can use the characters in a different way each time. Don't be afraid to think outside the box!
5. Please don't post anything but your creations or feedback/feedback replies (to individual stories) here. If you've got any questions or comments, please leave them on this post right here, NOT on this post that you are currently reading. We'd like to keep this purely for the creative output (and feedback on the creations - readers/voyeurs, please do show the writers/artists much love for their creative offerings).
The prompts using only one character were listed first, followed by the prompts for more than one character. ALL crossovers are under both fandoms, so you don't need to worry about looking in multiple places for your crossovers - those listed under Smallville are the same listed under Supernatural, if you are looking for prompts for a Smallville/Supernatural crossover.
Finally! Warning: ALL ratings are acceptable here, from the things that you would show your aged grandmother, all the way up to to the things that would make a sailor blush. Use your own discretion, and please label your stories, art, and other creative output accordingly.
Thank you kindly!
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When you've written/painted/made it, paste it into the comments here. Once you've done that, you can post it wherever else you want.
You may enter as many times as you like, so long as each entry is completely separate (not a series of linked pieces). Also, please do not link to old work - this should be something new, produced for the challenge, based on one of the prompts.
THE RULES
1. It must fit in one comment, so the limit is 4,300 characters (there's no minimum limit). It can be part of a longer piece that you may post elsewhere, as long as it's something new and based on one of the prompts, but all we want here is the part that you are most proud of. If you make art, if it's larger than 350 px wide, please use a thumbnail linking directly to the piece (directly to the artwork, not a post or site). The thumbnail can be up to 350 px wide, and 300 px high, and should include as much of the art as possible. If it is a vidlet or something else requiring dowloading, like a fanmix, please post the link to where we can download. Feel free to post a teaser image, but please confine yourself to the artwork preview rules.
2. Important! Please use the subject line of your comment to identify the snippet, like so: Title, prompt, rating (i.e. Fandom, Pairing, prompt word, rating system of your choice). For example, I might write: "Staying Awake, One Tree Hill, Lucas/Nathan, rain, R", or "The Sun Has Gone Down, Crossover, Torchwood/Stargate Atlantis, Jack/John, under fire, for all ages".
3. You have one week – the post will close for new entries next Sunday, April 1, at midnight eastern standard time. PLEASE be certain to check the World Time Clock to verify the deadline time in your area.
4. Don't forget that these prompts are only written as character one/character two for convience, NOT because of any requirement to make it a relationship story! Gen and friend are very welcome here. They can be interpreted in ANY WAY, so just imagine the FUN possiblities. You can take one prompt and write it, draw it, icon it, fanmix it, AND vid it. (Although if you have the time to do all of that in the week that these prompts are open, I might just have to kill myself out of jealousy :o) And you can use the characters in a different way each time. Don't be afraid to think outside the box!
5. Please don't post anything but your creations or feedback/feedback replies (to individual stories) here. If you've got any questions or comments, please leave them on this post right here, NOT on this post that you are currently reading. We'd like to keep this purely for the creative output (and feedback on the creations - readers/voyeurs, please do show the writers/artists much love for their creative offerings).
The prompts are right here
Thanks SO much tosageness for coding and lending hosting space on her site!
Thanks SO much to
sageness for coding and lending hosting space on her site!The prompts using only one character were listed first, followed by the prompts for more than one character. ALL crossovers are under both fandoms, so you don't need to worry about looking in multiple places for your crossovers - those listed under Smallville are the same listed under Supernatural, if you are looking for prompts for a Smallville/Supernatural crossover.
Finally! Warning: ALL ratings are acceptable here, from the things that you would show your aged grandmother, all the way up to to the things that would make a sailor blush. Use your own discretion, and please label your stories, art, and other creative output accordingly.
Thank you kindly!
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The Rules, Rent, Alison, how to be a Grey, G
Date: 2007-03-30 02:05 pm (UTC)Rule #1: You're better than everyone else. Remember that.
Rule #2: Never let people be sure how you feel about them.
Rule #3: Family secrets stay in the family.
Rule #4: Weakness is a sin.
Rule #5: Stop feeling.
Rule #6: Stop crying.
Rule #7: Stop caring.
Rule #8: Stop living.
Rule #9: Never let the family down.
Rule #10: Never fall in love.
Rule #11: Never tell anyone the rules.
--Alison Grey, age 13
Crazygirl, Rent, April, shadow, PG (warning for insanity)
Date: 2007-03-30 02:23 pm (UTC)Class was over. April looked up from her desk, not sure how she got in her seat.
"Come on, freak, gonna stay for a second helping?" one of the last people to leave yelled at her. The teacher didn't turn back from the chalkboard. Everyone left laughed. April didn't see how it was funny.
Need to up my meds. No, wait. Forgot to take my meds today. Yesterday. Both days. This week? Losing time again. Have to tell Dad.
She made herself stand up, flinching at the strange looks the first early arrivers for the next class were giving her, and leave the room. Out into the hall, with the crowds and the chaos. Out to where she could be a shadowgirl, slipping through in the background, so swift and silent they'd never know she was there.
And if the never knew she was there, maybe it meant she wasn't. Maybe she was a shadow. Maybe she'd dissapeared into a vent. Maybe she could fly free now --
Just a girl in a hall at school. Crazygirl, freakgirl, notsanegirl, but just a girl. Not a shadow.
How do you know? she asked the calm-voice (she was pretty sure it was her voice. Not completely. But sure enough).
I just know.
She had a choice now: Try and shadow away, or believe the calm-voice. Well. Last time she didn't believe the calm-voice, she ended up There. And April didn't want to go back There.
I trust you, she told the calm-voice. Which was probably pretty smart. Since she couldn't trust herself.
Direction, Last 5 Years, Elise/Jamie (sorta), love, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 02:54 pm (UTC)"Oh, Jamie," Elise murmurs sympathetically, moving back so that Jamie falls forward awkwardly and manages, with a bit of shifting to avoid landing on her breasts, to land in her lap.
Instead of getting up, he starts to cry.
These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G
Date: 2007-03-30 03:31 pm (UTC)Guy feels it in himself. His ball still ache when he looks at Caroline, and now his heart aches too, thinking of Mac. Thinking of the two of them, Mac and Caroline, and the three of them, himself and Caroline and Mac, because she's the point around which he can turn their funny friendship-that-was. Their funny love.
Guy now knows that he loved Mac, the way that Guy then would never have admitted, even in a rosy morning-after glow. Had there ever been any rosy mornings, but there wasn't even a kiss ever. He's only kissed Mac through the proxy of kissing Caro, and now Mac's dead anyway.
Guy then did the right thing, and Guy now is still paying for it, and that's all right. Because Guy now knows that someday Caroline will turn to him and her eyes will clear and she'll really see him again, instead of seeing all the moments that he had with Mac and she didn't. She'll remember all the moments they had together, all of them, and she'll remember the time she spent just with Guy then. There was wine then, and Fresians, and writing in mirrors. There will be writing in mirrors again, and more wine, and perhaps a white dress. Guy now knows that the world is a less certain place than Guy then imagined.
Guy now isn't a whole new man. But he's not quite the same old man either. He sits in the bar and drinks real ale with beards and twigs in it, and saves a bottle of Bollinger at home (Mac's then, Guy's now). And he's patient, and that's different, and Caroline comes and sits with him in the bar and smiles like she's about to remember something.
Re: These Days, Green Wing, Guy(/Caro), now, G
Date: 2007-03-30 04:07 pm (UTC)Oh, Guy.
And oh, you. That was so beautifully done.
*hearts*
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From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-30 03:32 pm (UTC)Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 03:45 pm (UTC)No. Trite. Pointless. The postcard is torn up and thrown in the trash. Try again.
Some days I wonder what happened
to all my favorite sweaters. Maybe I never
unpacked them. It's never cold here, but
sometimes I am. Does that make sense?
That one goes in the trash too.
Hey, how's it going? Nat told me that
Charlie's dating now. How the hell did you
let that happen? He's supposed to be a kid
forever, wasn't that the deal? Maybe now he's
all grown up and independent you could come
spend some time out here.
Hell, no. He doesn't want to remind Casey of what broke their partnership in the first place. Trash.
Casey, here's the thing, I miss you more
than I miss the cheesecake from the deli on 3rd,
more than I miss the Staten Island ferry on a
frosty night. More, even, than I miss getting to see
the Knicks romp to the playoffs from courtside.
And I don't know what to do about that.
As if he's going to post that. As if he's dumb enough to put it all on the line in a postcard. It follows the others into the rapidly filling trashcan as do at least ten other failed drafts. He's sitting in the same chair, chewing his pen, hours later when it occurs to him that a single sentence says all that he needs to say. He scrawls.
I'm coming home.
He signs it, stamps it and jogs it down to the mailbox before he can change his mind. The blue box swallows it up and Dan feels the sun on his bare arms. It's warm and he can't stop the smile that spreads across his face. He wonders where those sweaters are.
Re: Sincerely Yours, Dan/Casey, letters, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 07:39 pm (UTC)One sentence. Three words. So much love.
He wonders where those sweaters are.
Something tells me he's gonna find them when he goes home.
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From:Twisting In The Wind, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, proof, 15 (language)
Date: 2007-03-30 04:44 pm (UTC)"I do. I finish what I start. Except The Times cryptic crossword. Oh, and that noughts and crosses game when you ran out of thread. And that disgusting yoghurt Martin started bringing in. But other than that."
"Prove it then, you tosser."
"The thing is you can't handle it."
"Who said anything about handling? I'd have to sterilise afterwards."
"The truth, you great poofter, you can't handle the truth."
"Guy, haven't I told you about not watching A Few Good Men before bed. You always come to work the next day thinking you're Jack Nicholson and then you get mixed up and we get complaints about you rampaging with an axe. We had to replace three perfectly good doors last time."
"Yeah, well," mutters Guy, "it was all that haematology nurse's fault. I was just trying to show her my back swing."
"So that's what the hip kids are calling it these days. Anyway, what's the truth that I can't handle?"
"That I'm a better man than you are, Gunga Din."
Mac smiles his enigmatic smile. Guy spends half his time being irritated by it and the other half...He'd rather not think about the other half.
"You really want to see it?"
"I really do."
"And then you will bow down to my superiority and worship me always?"
"I will buy you a pint, if that's the same thing."
"Three."
"Two."
"Done. Shut the door."
Mac complies and sits loose-limbed in a chair, looking expectantly at Guy.
Guy removes his white coat and unbuttons his cuffs. Slowly, deliberately he rolls up his sleeves and then kicks off his shoes. He unbuckles his belt and starts to slide his hands inside his trousers. He stops.
"Two and a half?"
"Two."
Guy nods and starts to move again, hands, wrists and forearms disappearing. He performs a series of contortions, face reddening with effort until triumphant he waves his underpants in Mac's face.
"See!" he gloats. "Told you I could get them off without removing my trousers. Yes!"
"Indeed," says Mac, smiling that enigmatic smile once again. "You were right, I was wrong. You know what this means?"
"What?"
"It means you win."
"Yes! I win! I am the best. I should have been a Chinese acrobat I'm so bloody flexible. It's why I'm so fucking good at sex. Oh yes!"
Guy gets right into Mac's personal space, grinning his grin of victory. Out of the corner of his eye he sees something glint, the sun off a screen. It's only then he realises that Mac is holding a videophone.
Guy might have to rethink the winning thing.
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From:Final Wager, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, jelly, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 05:21 pm (UTC)"I think the jelly is meant for the patients, not for patient-harassing prats."
Guy frowned. Was it really necessary for Mac to call himself a patient? If he was stealing Mac's food or pointing out how Mac clearly had repressed homosexual yearnings for him, then it was situation normal. Just Guy and Mac being Guy and Mac.
It was bad enough that he had to see Mac propped up in bed and wearing nothing but a hospital gown -- the 'nothing' part known only because he hadn't turned his head quick enough when Mac's babe of a nurse stopped in to check up on him, not because he wanted a glimpse of freckled arse -- but did Mac really have to say it out loud?
So Mac was dying. Fine. And it was likely that the next time he left the hospital, it'd be in a bag. Whatever. Guy didn't care. Well, he did, but only insofar as it meant that Caroline would be a wreck in need of comfort -- not so bad, that -- and he'd need to break in a new surgeon. It was an inconvenience that Mac would be shuffling off, not a tragedy.
"Bet you can't fit all the rest of the jelly in your mouth at once."
Pity party Mac left and plain old ginger-pubed -- Guy assumed, he had thankfully looked away before his retinas seared -- Mac was back. Much better. Guy scoffed. "Easy."
"Bet you can't. Bet you start choking with three cubes left to go."
"I'll have you know, I have an excellent gag reflex."
"So I've heard."
Yep, regular old obviously lusting after Guy -- who could blame him? -- Mac was back.
Guy plucked another cube from the bowl and made a great show of tonguing it audaciously before slipping it past his lips. Might as well give Mac a sight to remember, after all. Show him what he was missing out on.
Re: Final Wager, Green Wing, Guy/Mac, jelly, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 05:29 pm (UTC)In fact he could jump him in a vat of jelly. I'd pay to watch that...
*hearts, even if it did make me squinch inside*
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From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-30 07:19 pm (UTC)Love it!
no subject
Date: 2007-03-30 07:23 pm (UTC)I'm assuming this is in response to Askew. The thing is that when you're commenting it's quite confusing and if you hit 'Leave a Comment' rather than 'Reply' it posts as a response to the whole post rather than the fic. So then it looks totally random. *g* Bloody annoying, I know.
But yay! You liked my Caroline. *twirls*
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Date: 2007-03-30 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-30 08:18 pm (UTC)'Things I'll Never Say', Due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid, PG-ish
Date: 2007-03-30 07:38 pm (UTC)Small version (9.12 MB) (http://files.filefront.com/7081264)
Both links lead to FileFront where you will be given the choice of either downloading or streaming the vid. I recommend downloading because of the dramatic difference in quality.
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From:"Morning Has Broken" Good Omens - Crowley/Aziraphale, first light - rated G
Date: 2007-03-30 09:08 pm (UTC)Aziraphale, the Angel at the Gates of Eden, clothéd all in white and carrying a great flaming sword, was staring at the left knee area of his robe. He appeared to have a grass stain, although the rather unusual sunrise (shades of green and orange, with the occasional dash of grey) was making it hard to tell.
“You’d think that He’d maybe have sat down and thought about this kind of stuff before making everything, wouldn’t you?”
The Angel at the Gates of Eden, clothéd all in white (except for the region of his left knee) and carrying a great flaming sword looked down. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Who else is it likely to be?” the serpent, whose name was Crawly, asked. “It’s not like there’s anything interesting up here yet.” A pause, while he surveyed the in-progress sunrise. “Well, not much.”
The angel, who had recently decided to shorten his name to something less like a job description and preferred to be just plain Aziraphale, rubbed at the stain with one hand and hummed in a distracted fashion.
“You’re not even listening to me,” Crawly pouted as best as his current form allowed and raised himself up so he could see the stain. “I don’t know, not even a whole fortnight in Creation and you’ve already messed up your robes.” Crawly managed a kind of hissing tut as he shook his head.
“What?” Aziraphale blinked and looked at the snake, covering the stain with one hand. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re on about, my dear. And what, precisely, is a ‘fortnight’?”
Crawly shrugged— no mean feat for someone without obvious shoulders— and flicked his tail. “Down Below just invented it,” he said. “Something to do with paving the way for the package holiday.” He glanced around then back to the angel. “Before you ask; No. I have no idea what a package holiday is.”
“Oh.” Aziraphale sighed and squinted at the sun. It appeared to be a rather unattractive shade of lime today. “I do hope they don’t settle on this for the final setting,” he said somewhat plaintively.
“It could be worse,” Crawly said. “It could be my side sorting out the lighting arrangements and weather. We’d be neck deep in rains of blood and pitiless ultraviolet radiation.”
“Ultraviolet radiation?”
“It just appeared in my head,” Crawly sounded disgruntled. “They just do that, you know.” He concentrated for a moment. “Something else to do with the package holidays, apparently. And the ozone layer, whatever that is.”
“Quite.” Aziraphale made an effort to stop fussing over the (probable) grass stain and instead elected to polish his sword. It had been rather too smoky recently.
The lime green sun inched higher into the distressed tangerine sky.
“Ink ai ood oo is aac eh oo-ans, re-ae um ifowowee?”
“I’m sorry?” Aziraphale stared down at Crawly, who had curled himself into a circle and appeared to be eating himself.
“Oor-oob ur oos?”
“I really can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
Crawly spat out his tail and gave Aziraphale a faintly disgusted look. “Some angel you are,” he muttered. “I said; d’you think I should do this in front of the humans, create some good mythology for them?”
“My dear, humans are right down at the bottom of the list at the moment, He’s got a thousand other things to sort out before He gets to them.”
“No shame in planning ahead.” Crawly curled himself into a disgruntled looking heap. “Evil never sleeps and all that.”
“Of course it doesn’t; neither does Good.” Aziraphale shook his head and went back to polishing his sword.
Crawly resisted the urge to bite the angel on the ankle. There was no need to get so— so— angelic about things. Tilting his head slightly, the serpent stared at the sky.
“If they keep this as the final choice, I’m going back Down Below,” he muttered, primarily to himself.
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From:Graduation, due South, Vecchio, uniform, G
Date: 2007-03-30 09:12 pm (UTC)She was sitting out there now with Maria. Ray hadn’t expected his Pop to come. The uniform Ray now wore was something his father thought of as the ultimate failure of Ray as a son but Ray didn’t care. He liked this uniform. Sure the shirt itched a little and his hat was a bit too big, causing it to fall forward slightly, but he’d earned the right to wear it. He’d managed to earn something on his own for the first time in his life.
He was a guy with a career, with a future, with the possibility of doing something good in his life and not wasting it playing pool and drinking beer. He looked at the star shaped shield on his chest, the silver a nice contrast against the navy blue. Chicago PD, he was part of the Chicago PD. He wore the uniform to prove it. And he was going show everybody it was more than the right to wear a uniform he was earning today.
He checked his gloves one last time. His palms were sweaty; he jest hoped his gloves would stay dry for the presentation. He took his position with the other graduating cadets. He took a deep breath as he walked forward with them, about to become a fully fledged cop, wearing his uniform with pride.
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Date: 2007-04-08 07:36 pm (UTC)Re: Graduation, due South, Vecchio, uniform, G
From:Interlude, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, dark, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 09:19 pm (UTC)It might be dark but he could still sense the love in the room. It was lying beside him. Satisfied Fraser drifted off back to sleep.
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Date: 2007-04-08 07:38 pm (UTC)Re: Interlude, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, dark, PG
From:Together, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, belonging, G
Date: 2007-03-30 09:27 pm (UTC)He belonged in a place with tall buildings and concrete, where fresh air was virtually non-existent. He belonged in a place where when it did snow the snow was trampled on or cleared away and there were few stars in the night sky. He belonged in Chicago because he belonged with one of its residents, Ray Vecchio.
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Ray had always felt a bit out of place. Sure Chicago was his home he’d been born and brought up in the city, the city was where his life was but he’d never felt like he belonged, not quite.
He never fitted in at work, not really. He’d struggled when he was with a partner, he’d struggled less without one, so he was left on his own, doing the caseload of two. Sometimes he felt he shouldn’t be a cop, that he didn’t belong as a detective. Then he’d met someone with whom he did belong, one Benton Fraser.
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It was late, just after 1AM and the guy Ray had been staking out had yet to appear. The long nights used to drag much more when Fraser wasn’t there to tell Inuit stories, or pass on handy survival tips or just listen to Ray comment on how cold he was getting. Then Fraser would take Ray’s hand and Ray would squeeze it and both of them would know, just know that they belonged. Whether it was in the Riv, on a stakeout or in a bustling street together, they belonged.
Re: Together, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, belonging, G
Date: 2007-04-08 07:54 pm (UTC)And sorry for spamming you, I'm just catching up on my reading. :)
Re: Together, due South, Fraser/Vecchio, belonging, G
From:Unspoken, Sports Night, Dan/Casey/Dana, as long as, R
Date: 2007-03-30 09:45 pm (UTC)By unspoken agreement, they do something very unnatural to them: they don't speak. Gasps and guttural moans fill the air, but no words. As long as they talk, don't cry out each other's names, then it's not really real and they won't have to spend the following weeks parsing meaning and having repeated conversations about how it will never happen again and how it won't change anything. They won't have to call it a mistake.
As long as they don't talk, they can step aside from everything else and just be here and now, three bodies: drunk and celebrating and desperate.
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Date: 2007-04-01 12:28 pm (UTC)Re: Unspoken, Sports Night, Dan/Casey/Dana, as long as, R
From:Anecdotal, Green Wing, Caro(/Guy), wonky,
Date: 2007-03-30 10:35 pm (UTC)This time she's really done it, though. Here she is in a strange man's apartment, blocked loo, disgusting kitchen things, and no Toblerone in sight. No Bollinger either.
"Shit," she says again, and leans momentarily against the nearest wall. With her forehead pressed to the paint, she feels calmer. She takes a few deep breaths, which isn't advisable really, given the smell, and says "Shit" one last time before crossing the little foyer to the door. When she opens it, Guy tumbles in, having apparently had his ear pressed to the panels.
"Just trying to get comfortable," he says from the floor, standing up slowly so that he almost slides up her front. She skitters backwards.
"You can't sleep in the hall," she says. "That's ridiculous. This is your flat."
He smiles, this lazy, bashful grin that she knows - she knows - is put on, but her knees still go a little wobbly. Her balance is wonky at the best of times and he's got her completely off-kilter with the eyes and the twattishness and the Bollinger and the smell of his throat through the open neck of his shirt (are those roses?).
"So how about that something to eat?" he says, and they end up making omelet with mushrooms and some cheese she finds in the back of his fridge. There's no Bollinger, but there is a nice white wine, and then she takes a shower while he makes up the couch for himself. She comes out wearing her pajamas and he's watching tv, half-sprawled on the couch, and she stands there for a minute with her mouth open and nothing really to say.
"Ready for bed?" he says in a rich flirty voice. She puts her hands on her hips, trying to be affronted. "Not like that, Caroline" he says, "I just want to make sure you're comfortable. You're my guest."
She sits cautiously in a chair and draws her feet up. "I'm fine, thank you," she says. "Actually, I feel like a human being again."
His eyebrow quirks. "Did you feel like an alien before?"
"Metaphorically?" she says, and ruffles her drying hair. "Not like with green skin and tentacles and everything. Just out-of-place."
He props his chin in his hand, and it's such a calculated move, but there's no denying she could use a friend, if not more, and he really has got lovely eyes under those massive eyebrows. "Tell me about it," he says sympathetically, and she finds herself actually doing it, telling him the whole story of the missing keys and her brother's inability to stay in one place for any length of time, and her mother's delight over the fact that her daughter was finally a doctor.
"I think it confuses her," she says, curled into the chair, and he's still watching her attentively, which is astounding. "I mean, her knowledge of medicine is going down to the pharmacy for a packet of aspirin. And once she was thinking about buying a foot spa - we've got hard toenails in my family - but she couldn't decide whether Epsom salts would be prescription or not." She leans her chin into her hand. "I wish she'd bought it. I always wanted one of those."
He tells her about Switzerland, about Zurich and Gstaad and a little bit about some boat he seems to have and some house in France, and his voice is soothing, and she's nodding off.
"You look exhausted," he says, and she knows it's because she is exhausted, but his voice seems to be wrapping around her like something warm and comforting. "Why don't you go to bed? I'll wake you in the morning."
"I can take a taxi," she mumbles, losing ground quickly to the yawns. "Left the car at the...place. Too much bloody stuff in it."
"Don't be silly, Caroline," he says, affectionate amusement in his tone. "I'll take you."
Take me to bed, she thinks about saying, but drags herself out of the chair and mooches toward the bedroom. At the door, she pauses and turns. "Thanks," she says. "It's generous of you to have me over."
"Not a problem," he says. "Sweet dreams, Caroline."
She goes into the bedroom and leans her cheek briefly against the door before she tumbles into his bed, asleep almost before she can press her face into his pillows.
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Date: 2007-03-30 10:41 pm (UTC)*smooshes Guy and Caroline both seperately and together*
(Also I admire Caroline's willpower. I would've totally given in to Guy.)
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From:Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 11:20 pm (UTC)He smiles. He copes. He loves his wife. He goes to work. And he buys a notebook.
"What are you doing?" Guy says, leaning too close over his shoulder.
"Writing my memoirs," Mac says, ignoring the way that Guy's breathing into his ear. "That way I can exist in perpetuity, and everyone will know what a wanker you were."
"Yeah, well," says Guy, sitting down almost in Mac's lap. "Maybe you should spend a little less time with the pen and a little more time perpetuating. Wouldn't want your wife to leave you before you've even kicked off."
"You are the consummate gentleman," Mac says, scribbling down he doesn't even know what anymore, but he feels like he should leave something for Caro and Guy, because no matter if he tells them he loves them a hundred times a day (and he can't quite imagine saying those words to Guy), it won't be enough. Strange how dying clarifies things.
"Actually," Guy says, and his thigh is pressed against Mac's, and his elbow is in Mac's ribs, "I'm not sure I want to know what a ginger/ex-and-future-fiancée child would look like. Both of you have got shit hair and no fashion sense."
"It's good to know you care," Mac says. He keeps writing in the future tense, as if there will be a future. He wants to remind them of the good times, but he can't bring himself to say "was" and "were" and "have done" when he can't say "will be" and "will do".
"Actually..." says Guy, still too close. "I do. Care. If you were wondering." And Mac turns his face to give Guy his best puzzled look, and Guy kisses him. It's awkward and sloppy and Guy tastes like that awful yogurt of Martin's, but then Guy puts his hand around the back of Mac's head and slides so that their mouths actually line up, and that's better. Astronomically better. Guy's mouth urges his open and there's that long tongue and the taste of blackberries. And it's not even weird to be kissing his best friend. Mac feels like he's actually in the moment for the first time in weeks.
"You ginger tosspot," says Guy, with his mouth against Mac's cheek and their noses mashed together. "Don't die. We still have things to do."
Mac laughs but it turns into a sob.
Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG
Date: 2007-03-30 11:28 pm (UTC)*a lot*
Lovely. And sad. And the boys were so them and the kiss was mmmmmmm and now I have to go and blow my nose.
Re: Perpetuity, Green Wing, Mac(/Caro/Guy), then, PG
From:Never Enough Angel the Series Angel, time (gen) PG-13
Date: 2007-03-31 01:56 am (UTC)Back when he’d been Liam he’d thought he had all the time in the world. He was young, plenty of time for wine, women and song. Father had wanted Liam to marry, settle down, have children and take over the family business. No time for that, there was a world to see.
Then Darla came and gave him time immeasurable. Days and nights spread out before him like a blanket. He was Angelus now and he took his time, savored every moment to its fullest, filling every second with screams and blood and sex. Time filtered past him slow and sensuous like a lover’s caress. Time enough to love Darla in his way, to torture and turn Drusilla, to love his childe and preen as she made her own, to teach young William and be with him, just that one time.
Time a plenty for a kill he would always regret and never forget. Angel was born and time had no meaning now. He left the shores of Europe behind for America. Day melted into day, night blended into night. Years came and went and when Whistler showed up, he wanted nothing more than to end his time on this Earth.
Buffy slowed time once more, bringing purpose to his existence. Time again for love, of a different sort. Time for shadows and secrets and longing. Time to reunite with family, to return to the beast he’d been. Angelus. Making sport of the Watcher and his Slayer. Until time again had no meaning in hell.
He had no memory of his stay there save for the loss of time again. This time days drew out forever, each second lasting a lifetime, endless minutes of drawn out pain. Suffering of a kind that Angelus would have envied giving to his victims. Until he returned and time sped up, torturing him again with a love he could never have.
Los Angeles ran on its own time. It sped up and slowed down on a whim. Not enough time to save Doyle. Too much time to sleep with Darla. Betrayal in an instant. Death prolonged over months. A year erased by magic. A year spent to close to evil. Spike saved. Fred and Cordelia lost. Illyria gained. His chance at redemption lost with the stroke of a pen. His legacy alive with his son.
Time had seen it all. And now, once last time, the Champion was called. He’d sent them all away to spend there time as they wished. He’d spent his wishing for more.
Re: Never Enough Angel the Series Angel, time (gen) PG-13
Date: 2007-03-31 05:47 pm (UTC)Re: Never Enough Angel the Series Angel, time (gen) PG-13
From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 09:30 am (UTC)And it's just so right. I can easily see Ma Vecchio doing this and Ray letting her despite feeling embarrassed, but deep down liking it.
Lovely.
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Date: 2007-03-31 12:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2007-03-31 09:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 01:00 pm (UTC)Whispers, NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Now!, R
Date: 2007-03-31 11:33 am (UTC)Re: Whispers, NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Now!, R
Date: 2007-04-01 06:53 pm (UTC)Re: Whispers, NCIS, Tony/Gibbs, Now!, R
From:Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid
Date: 2007-03-31 02:46 pm (UTC)He gets dressed and goes out into the living room. Fraser's on the couch, already showered, concentrating on cleaning up his hand. He has it resting on his own knee and he's using the other hand to pull all these tiny little slivers of glass out from under his skin. Has a pair of tweezers to make it easier; has the lamp turned so its light falls right where he needs it to. His face has no expression on it at all, except maybe concentration. Every time he gets a new sliver un-stuck, he drops it into a saucer on the coffee table in front of him: chink.
Ray goes into the kitchen so he can make sure Dief's fed and watered (yep) and also so he can put on a kettle for Fraser and a pot of coffee for himself. Then he digs his glasses out of the pocket of his jacket and clears stuff off the coffee table, stacks the old bills and newspapers and flyers on the floor. He pushes Fraser's gross saucer to one side and sits down in its place, right in front of Fraser. Fraser looks up but he doesn't say anything, not even when Ray takes the tweezers out of his good hand and lifts the hurt one in his own, so he can see it better. And--jeeze, what a mess.
He pushes his glasses up with the back of his hand and gets to work. Fraser sits quiet and watches him do it. On the news, they say that employment is up and crime is down. They say that there is trouble in Sierra Leone and an earthquake in Iran and that some famous kid of some famous celebrity was caught with a shitload of drugs. Fraser clears his throat. "Well, thank goodness for the intrepid reporter who brought us that last story," he says.
Ray grins and drops the latest bastard sliver into the saucer beside him. Pain makes Fraser sarcastic. Good to know.
"I think there's one there," Fraser murmurs, tilting his hand so Ray can see the bloody scratch on the knuckle of that pinky, and yeah, shit--at least two or three more. He works those free, carefully, then examines Fraser's hand again, looking for any he missed. He can't see any.
"Make a fist," he tells Fraser, and Fraser obeys, gently, squeezing Ray's hand in his own. Ray looks up at him. "What do you think?"
Fraser squeezes a second time. "I think you may have found all of them--that feels much better."
Ray huffs a laugh, his eyes on the mess that is the back of Fraser's hand. "Yeah, well," he says. "Good. But don't get up yet--we're not done." He finds the antibiotic cream Fraser brought out of his bathroom and spreads that over everything, then wraps the whole hand up with a bunch of gauze, tapes the end of the gauze in place. And that is pretty much that. Except it isn't, because he is still holding Fraser's hand, and he is still sitting there on the coffee table with Fraser's knee resting against his own and Fraser's sock-clad foot nudging the toes of his bare one, and in his head he is still seeing Fraser's face when he put that fist through the window of Jarte's burning garage so he could get Ray out. There was something huge, there, and it is not a thing which Ray expected, and thus it is not a thing with which he is sure he knows how to deal.
So instead of dealing, he sits there looking at Fraser's bandaged hand like maybe it can tell him what steps are next, and he listens to the way that Fraser's breath is speeding up and his own is speeding up and then he nearly has a heart attack when Fraser's good hand touches the back of his neck. Those fingers just brush him there, gently, then move down to squeeze his shoulder.
Fraser clears his throat again. "Ray," he says.
Ray lifts his head, meets Fraser's eyes. "Yeah?"
Fraser licks his bottom lip, like he's nervous, which, Jesus--he better be. But when he speaks, what he says is, "I think the kettle's going to boil dry." And damned if he isn't right.
Ray laughs, because he can't help it, and he gets up to pull the stupid kettle off the stove, and then he stands there in the kitchen for a couple of minutes, breathing, looking out at the darkening street, before he heads back into the living room to change everything.
Re: Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid
Date: 2007-03-31 04:12 pm (UTC)Re: Sliver, due South, Fraser/Kowalski, unsaid
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From:no subject
Date: 2007-03-31 02:52 pm (UTC)So sweet.
And it says it all.
Some Kind of Compromise, Green Wing, Mac/Guy, jelly, 15
Date: 2007-03-31 07:15 pm (UTC)"Here I am," Mac agreed, perched on the countertop of one of the nurses' stations. "Go and hide, go on." His innocent expression was belied by the cup of jelly he held, half-eaten with the spoon still in. Red flavour, Guy thought. That complete and utter ginger tosspot of a surgeon.
"Right," said Guy. "Come down from there, you perching ponce. Once again you have impugned my honor and now we must duel."
"Sorry?" said Mac, lifting another spoonful of jelly to his lips, which were stained pink. "I thought we were in a hospital, not a medieval schoolyard. I've done what?"
"Impugned my honor," Guy repeated. "Get down and fight like a man. Except you're not one, you're a girl, with your devious tactics."
"There are times," said Mac, not setting the jelly down, "when you are utterly, utterly incomprehensible, Secretan. Don't you have some anesthetizing to do?"
"That's it," said Guy, and lunged. He grabbed for the jelly and only succeeded in knocking the cup out of Mac's hand and splattering the rest of the jelly all over Mac's face. "Oh, fuck it," he muttered, and continued the lunge, licking the jelly off Mac's chin and cheeks.
"What the fuck...?" Mac started, but Guy shut him up with a deep kiss, licking at Mac's lips and teeth, tasting jelly everywhere. To his surprise, Mac started kissing back, and Guy took Mac's face in his hands to hold him still. Damned if Mac wasn't delicious even under the taste of the jelly, and Guy didn't even mind when Mac hooked one calf around the Guy's hips and pulled him closer. He could feel the beginnings of some very pleasant sensations stirring below his belt, and where he was pressed into the juncture of Mac's legs, it was clear that Mac was equally pleased with the situation.
"Well," said Guy, breathing roughly. "That's settled."
"Is it?" said Mac. "I think it merits some more discussion, somewhere less populated and more horizontal."
"Are you going to stop taking all the fucking jelly?" Guy demanded, his hand running up and down Mac's thigh without any real thought on his part.
"I think we can come to some kind of compromise," Mac murmured, and Guy licked a last spot of jelly off his cheek. The day was looking promising.
Re: Some Kind of Compromise, Green Wing, Mac/Guy, jelly, 15
Date: 2007-04-01 12:30 pm (UTC)Mmm, Guy with the public displays of affection.
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