Meme Fic replies + bonusfic
Sorry they took so long was at a conference and wrote them by hand.
Prompter: Pervyfic girl
prompt: Dick/Jaime Reyes
Fic: Exercize Regimen
Jaime reached for his toes somewhat successfully before transforming into the blue beetle and doing the task with ease. Dick just stood there tapping his foot with a wry expression. Jaime shrugged and returned to his regular form. "The scarab says we are totally fit enough!" Dick laughed and shook his head before answering, "and I am to assume it counts itself in your degree of physical fitness?" Jaime shrugged again in that laconic teenage fashion, Dick continued, "So what happens when you find yourself without it?" Jaime rolled his eyes, "I manage, and khaji da would like me to point out that the scarab is quite securely attached to my spine and indicating it would not be there to aid me is a grave insult." Jaime appeared to be continuing some line of conversation with the scarab as Dick continued, "Jaime this training will benefit you a great deal in future." Jaime tilted his head and asked in a sarcastic tone "how does being able to bend in weird way help me become a dentist?" Dick demonstrated a new pose and coerced Jaime into it. " well, that wasn't exactly the part of your future I was considering but I imagine it would help prevent back problems after hours spent bent over your clients."
The scarab tittered furiously and Jaime flushed dramatically as the hands helped pose his lower back in an affectionate way. "Oh! You're hitting on me- jeeeeez, you could have just said so!" Dick paused and backed up hands in the air, "ah no, Timmy said you've got a girlfriend I respect that- I really was just trying to help you work on your flexibility!" "Dick, Tracy and I have a working agreement that whenever one of us will be in space or out of dimension for an extended period and/or dies that we're not officially 'together'." Jaime snickered at Dick's gobsmacked face before continuing, "Tracy is currently solving some kinda case in another dimension it could take between 3 months or 3 years depending on dimensional time variations." Dick laughed happily, "you realize that sounds alot like some of the agreements we made as titans in the day? Are you sure you aren't in the superhero business for the long haul?" Jaime nodded, "completly" only to have the chittering of the scarab increase intensity and speed Jaime rolled his eyes and said "shut up" Dick looked at the young man amused, and leaned forward and kissed Jaime while shifting their positions so that Jaime was bent back a great deal before stopping and pulling away with a grin. Jaime stared at him in awe, "flexibility- good thing-got it!"
Prompter:Katz
prompt: Doctor/Sarah
Fic: Here and There
Sarah smiled at the Doctor who seemed now to be a peer of her son- though he protested furiously that his physical age resembled at least that of someone in their mid-twenties rather than late teens. He seemed to be out to prove this by dressing older than his age. She always found the doctor's different clothing choices reflective of their mental state, this one that appeared so young desperately trying to dress himself to appear older was quite different than the previous supposed tenth regenerations carefree suits or the classy clothing of her first Doctor. She made him hot banana cocoa which he happily drank though with less enthusiasm than the previous version did, perhaps a tea next time- almost all of the doctors she'd known or knew of through other companions enjoyed a nice cuppa.
The Doctor was in town to let his nice ginger police lady visit her family briefly, they'd been travelling for a year or so without even phoning Earth. When she had heard the most recent Doctor had passed on due to that strange Master business with everyone that happened she had assumed that the newest version had forgotten her once more or that he was simply taking another extended break from the twenty first century, which was fine she was used to it.
This young Doctor was telling her all about being here and there. About the stars and travel, she was tempted sure, especially when he turned the conversation around to her joining him and even bringing Luke and that other one if she wanted. Sarah choked a laugh on her tea, yes kidnap one of her neighbours children and uproot her happily well-adjusted son and leave the Earth to god knows what fate with Torchwood a wreck being led by a single mother and UNIT without her checks and balances. Not to mention if she went out with her son and this current Doctor and Companion she'd look more like their mother, and given their age differences that was right out. Perhaps, another incarnation or few years she's agree. For now she's happy with him popping by to say hello and remind her of how beautiful it can be out here or there.
prompt: Booster and Not Ted
prompter":ErinStarlight
fic: Booster and Guy - Spacing out
"Okay, so remember you are under my protective custody as one earth superhero to well you. I'm supposed ta figure out why in the heck you are here on Oa, since we upped security after that business with the rainbow ring crusaders and undead and crap." Guy punctuated his sentences with a giant hand pointing and flailing at Booster. Booster just laughed and leaned forward and hugged Guy, "Missed you too. How's Tora?" Guy pushed him off and grumbled, "good, 'xcept she broke up with me, I wanted to go engagement, marriage whole business she was all 'just back from the dead- can't do commitment but I can do Bea'." Guy had his hands on his hips and body rigid but face showing his true feelings about that. Booster nodded sagely, "those two always did seem pretty close." Guy sent his fist at Booster whose shield blocked it causing him merely to step back a bit, "Yer supposed to be my buddy and tell me Tora wouldn't do such a thing, even if that green haired fire minx would." Booster shrugged, "I was always told honesty is the best policy." Guy laughed, "you've been 'ere too long to keep playing that I am from the future and don't understand yer culture or ways crap- the lanterns in space don't even play that card unless they are complete blank chested noobs!" Booster just smiled and Skeets buzzed back into the room, "Sir, there are three lanterns in the location warriors that have requested I submit myself to them for scientific purposes." Booster patted Skeet's "it's okay buddy we're here with Honourguard Lantern Gardener- badass of the universe, remind them and they'll leave you alone." Skeets sped off as guy puffed up a bit at the praise, "I like the added title, I should use it. I can't believe you still have that football tagging around." Booster rolled his eyes, "Skeets has not been round in shape for years and is my friend an a highly sophisticated sidekick." Guy laughed, "well at least your sidekick isn't thirteen or something like that so for being a gothamite yer doin' alright."
"ya still haven't got to what yer doin' here- last I heard you were involved in some deep shit time screwing crap. Hardcore important, hardcore serious. If this has anything to do with that you'd respect me enough to say right?" Guy was being serious now and Booster chose to answer him. "Rip suggested I needed to get out for the next two-three years and broaden my horizons and I thought space! I don't really have many people back on Earth, I mean I'd like to check in with miniBeetle a bit and when I heard you were the one taking the sort of mentoring role I kinda thought I should work with you, and other than that it's not like I can join the league after refusing them and at least half of them still see me like the young money chaser I used to be alot like they see you as the other lantern." Booster looked to Guy with a pleading expression. "They don't see me as the other lantern, that's John. Hal is split by god of everyone and that evil lantern, Kyle is the big ole' saviour and I am the crazy one. You're not a lantern, and yer not gettin' yerself a ring- and if a star sapphire ring comes fer ya tell it to go ta 'ell awright? Because yer outfits gay enough without that. So no accepting strange rings and you'll have to help me with the bar otherwise I guess I have no problem with you bunking with me for the next few years." Guy was startled by the strong huge he got pulled into and even hesitatingly returned it. "Thanks Guy, to be honest I was sort of expecting a leave now." Booster said eyes shining. Guy flushed and tilted his head away, "we're teammates Gold, means ya look after one another- pull some stupid stunt we may have words about yer place here but I know the feeling of being between jobs and friends. So, how'd you like to meet Soranik? Real beauty and brilliant- she and Kyle have a thing wanna mock her about it?" Guy said showings green animated kiss between an alien lantern and Kyle. Booster laughed, "You'll cue me on where to take the teasing?" Guy grinned, "absolutely- but remember if she turns one of her crazy medical constructs on us yer on your own!"
Bonus fic is Bonus
Fic: Therapy
Characters: Alfred and Jason
"I don't need therapy" The young man growled pacing the room. "Of course not, Would you like something to drink Master Jason?" "Could I have some juice?" Jason asked softly taking a seat while Alfred gave him a fond smile and poured him a glass, holding it just beyond Jason's reach. Jason felt himself rile briefly before pausing and saying "please and thanks Alfie." with a touch of embarassment which faded quickly as the glass of juice was promptly placed in his hand. Alfred spoke in a calm and soothing voice, "you realize that head injuries can impair one's control over their emotions and that therapy is not a bad thing. You would do physical therapy for a broken leg, psychological therapy can work under much the same principles." Jason growled slamming his drink on the table earning a disapproving stare from Alfred which made him consider apologizing right then, instead he said, "you mean Dick or the faker and maybe the girl would go for physio, Not sure 'bout Bruce's brat boy would prolly just be tossed in the pit." Alfred shook his head lightly, "and we've come to the realization that the pit is no cure-all." Jason shouted at Alfred, "I'm not brain-damaged!" Alfred stared at Jason until the younger man calmed and played with his glass solemnly, "The MRI's and petscans Leslie did tell a different story Jason, having brain damage does not make you deficient in anyway or any less capable of heroism, it just indicates perhaps a need for a different approach."
Jason answered tone petulant "I have been taking a different approach." Alfred challenged this lightly, "how has that been working for you?" Jason shrugged and mumbled something along the lines of "lots of zombies."
"quite so Master Jason." The old man let the beauty of silence hang between them before Jason was speaking once more, "Whoever heard of a brain damaged superhero." his voice was flat and almost emotionless. Alfred raised an eyebrow, "I believe Mister Gardner- the redheaded lantern had a relatively severe acquired brain injury for a number of years." Jason asked curiously, "the crazy one?" "Yes Master Jason." "cool." Jason looked to the left and then back to Alfred. "You trust this person not to brainwash and/or kill me?" "Of course Master Jason." Alfred said fond smile back on his face warming Jason's heart. "I'll try this therapy thing but I'd probably have to crash here while I do- stick in town and out of trouble y'know." Jason was staring at his empty glass as he said this. Alfred placed a warm hand on Jason's shoulder, "Of course, Your room has already been prepared upstairs." Jason rubbed the bandage on his forehead, "I guess this means you already informed Dick and the others?" Alfred nodded, "only about you staying and that they were not to interfere with your therapy sessions, I wouldn't talk about your medical condition with anyone outside your circle of care without permission." Jason's hand shook as he went to pick up the glass and bring it to the sink. "Would you like a hand Master Jason, I realize this was a very difficult talk for you?" Jason made it to the sink, "I can do this Alfie, i'm not an invalid." "Perish the thought" Alfred said smiling as Jason put the glass in the sink and walked out of the room with a quick exchange of goodnights. Alfred went to the phone and dialled. "Was that sufficient for an intake interview?" The female voice on the other end responded, "generally we frown upon situations where our clients are filmed without consent." Alfred smiled and answered, "Jason was aware of the camera the moment he entered the room and consented by continuing our conversation." "Still deception is not quite a matter of course for ABI patients, they often react poorly to it." Alfred nodded and made a sound of acknowledgement, "Still within the Wayne household these things are to be expected my dear- so will you be joining us tomorrow for breakfast?" The lady on the other end chuckled lightly, "Of course, and your therapeutic technique has become quite masterful after all these years, I have no idea why you would obscure such a talent from the public." Alfred smiled, "I serve my family and have absolutely no idea of what techniques you are referring to. I will see you tomorrow. Working with Master Jason can be difficult at times but when things work out it is very rewarding I assure you." The woman on the other end answered, " I have no doubt" and Alfred hung up and stood in the kitchen awaiting tomorrow and the healing that could happen for all of his boys if this one made significant gains. Jason was a good boy at heart.
Prompter: Pervyfic girl
prompt: Dick/Jaime Reyes
Fic: Exercize Regimen
Jaime reached for his toes somewhat successfully before transforming into the blue beetle and doing the task with ease. Dick just stood there tapping his foot with a wry expression. Jaime shrugged and returned to his regular form. "The scarab says we are totally fit enough!" Dick laughed and shook his head before answering, "and I am to assume it counts itself in your degree of physical fitness?" Jaime shrugged again in that laconic teenage fashion, Dick continued, "So what happens when you find yourself without it?" Jaime rolled his eyes, "I manage, and khaji da would like me to point out that the scarab is quite securely attached to my spine and indicating it would not be there to aid me is a grave insult." Jaime appeared to be continuing some line of conversation with the scarab as Dick continued, "Jaime this training will benefit you a great deal in future." Jaime tilted his head and asked in a sarcastic tone "how does being able to bend in weird way help me become a dentist?" Dick demonstrated a new pose and coerced Jaime into it. " well, that wasn't exactly the part of your future I was considering but I imagine it would help prevent back problems after hours spent bent over your clients."
The scarab tittered furiously and Jaime flushed dramatically as the hands helped pose his lower back in an affectionate way. "Oh! You're hitting on me- jeeeeez, you could have just said so!" Dick paused and backed up hands in the air, "ah no, Timmy said you've got a girlfriend I respect that- I really was just trying to help you work on your flexibility!" "Dick, Tracy and I have a working agreement that whenever one of us will be in space or out of dimension for an extended period and/or dies that we're not officially 'together'." Jaime snickered at Dick's gobsmacked face before continuing, "Tracy is currently solving some kinda case in another dimension it could take between 3 months or 3 years depending on dimensional time variations." Dick laughed happily, "you realize that sounds alot like some of the agreements we made as titans in the day? Are you sure you aren't in the superhero business for the long haul?" Jaime nodded, "completly" only to have the chittering of the scarab increase intensity and speed Jaime rolled his eyes and said "shut up" Dick looked at the young man amused, and leaned forward and kissed Jaime while shifting their positions so that Jaime was bent back a great deal before stopping and pulling away with a grin. Jaime stared at him in awe, "flexibility- good thing-got it!"
Prompter:Katz
prompt: Doctor/Sarah
Fic: Here and There
Sarah smiled at the Doctor who seemed now to be a peer of her son- though he protested furiously that his physical age resembled at least that of someone in their mid-twenties rather than late teens. He seemed to be out to prove this by dressing older than his age. She always found the doctor's different clothing choices reflective of their mental state, this one that appeared so young desperately trying to dress himself to appear older was quite different than the previous supposed tenth regenerations carefree suits or the classy clothing of her first Doctor. She made him hot banana cocoa which he happily drank though with less enthusiasm than the previous version did, perhaps a tea next time- almost all of the doctors she'd known or knew of through other companions enjoyed a nice cuppa.
The Doctor was in town to let his nice ginger police lady visit her family briefly, they'd been travelling for a year or so without even phoning Earth. When she had heard the most recent Doctor had passed on due to that strange Master business with everyone that happened she had assumed that the newest version had forgotten her once more or that he was simply taking another extended break from the twenty first century, which was fine she was used to it.
This young Doctor was telling her all about being here and there. About the stars and travel, she was tempted sure, especially when he turned the conversation around to her joining him and even bringing Luke and that other one if she wanted. Sarah choked a laugh on her tea, yes kidnap one of her neighbours children and uproot her happily well-adjusted son and leave the Earth to god knows what fate with Torchwood a wreck being led by a single mother and UNIT without her checks and balances. Not to mention if she went out with her son and this current Doctor and Companion she'd look more like their mother, and given their age differences that was right out. Perhaps, another incarnation or few years she's agree. For now she's happy with him popping by to say hello and remind her of how beautiful it can be out here or there.
prompt: Booster and Not Ted
prompter":ErinStarlight
fic: Booster and Guy - Spacing out
"Okay, so remember you are under my protective custody as one earth superhero to well you. I'm supposed ta figure out why in the heck you are here on Oa, since we upped security after that business with the rainbow ring crusaders and undead and crap." Guy punctuated his sentences with a giant hand pointing and flailing at Booster. Booster just laughed and leaned forward and hugged Guy, "Missed you too. How's Tora?" Guy pushed him off and grumbled, "good, 'xcept she broke up with me, I wanted to go engagement, marriage whole business she was all 'just back from the dead- can't do commitment but I can do Bea'." Guy had his hands on his hips and body rigid but face showing his true feelings about that. Booster nodded sagely, "those two always did seem pretty close." Guy sent his fist at Booster whose shield blocked it causing him merely to step back a bit, "Yer supposed to be my buddy and tell me Tora wouldn't do such a thing, even if that green haired fire minx would." Booster shrugged, "I was always told honesty is the best policy." Guy laughed, "you've been 'ere too long to keep playing that I am from the future and don't understand yer culture or ways crap- the lanterns in space don't even play that card unless they are complete blank chested noobs!" Booster just smiled and Skeets buzzed back into the room, "Sir, there are three lanterns in the location warriors that have requested I submit myself to them for scientific purposes." Booster patted Skeet's "it's okay buddy we're here with Honourguard Lantern Gardener- badass of the universe, remind them and they'll leave you alone." Skeets sped off as guy puffed up a bit at the praise, "I like the added title, I should use it. I can't believe you still have that football tagging around." Booster rolled his eyes, "Skeets has not been round in shape for years and is my friend an a highly sophisticated sidekick." Guy laughed, "well at least your sidekick isn't thirteen or something like that so for being a gothamite yer doin' alright."
"ya still haven't got to what yer doin' here- last I heard you were involved in some deep shit time screwing crap. Hardcore important, hardcore serious. If this has anything to do with that you'd respect me enough to say right?" Guy was being serious now and Booster chose to answer him. "Rip suggested I needed to get out for the next two-three years and broaden my horizons and I thought space! I don't really have many people back on Earth, I mean I'd like to check in with miniBeetle a bit and when I heard you were the one taking the sort of mentoring role I kinda thought I should work with you, and other than that it's not like I can join the league after refusing them and at least half of them still see me like the young money chaser I used to be alot like they see you as the other lantern." Booster looked to Guy with a pleading expression. "They don't see me as the other lantern, that's John. Hal is split by god of everyone and that evil lantern, Kyle is the big ole' saviour and I am the crazy one. You're not a lantern, and yer not gettin' yerself a ring- and if a star sapphire ring comes fer ya tell it to go ta 'ell awright? Because yer outfits gay enough without that. So no accepting strange rings and you'll have to help me with the bar otherwise I guess I have no problem with you bunking with me for the next few years." Guy was startled by the strong huge he got pulled into and even hesitatingly returned it. "Thanks Guy, to be honest I was sort of expecting a leave now." Booster said eyes shining. Guy flushed and tilted his head away, "we're teammates Gold, means ya look after one another- pull some stupid stunt we may have words about yer place here but I know the feeling of being between jobs and friends. So, how'd you like to meet Soranik? Real beauty and brilliant- she and Kyle have a thing wanna mock her about it?" Guy said showings green animated kiss between an alien lantern and Kyle. Booster laughed, "You'll cue me on where to take the teasing?" Guy grinned, "absolutely- but remember if she turns one of her crazy medical constructs on us yer on your own!"
Bonus fic is Bonus
Fic: Therapy
Characters: Alfred and Jason
"I don't need therapy" The young man growled pacing the room. "Of course not, Would you like something to drink Master Jason?" "Could I have some juice?" Jason asked softly taking a seat while Alfred gave him a fond smile and poured him a glass, holding it just beyond Jason's reach. Jason felt himself rile briefly before pausing and saying "please and thanks Alfie." with a touch of embarassment which faded quickly as the glass of juice was promptly placed in his hand. Alfred spoke in a calm and soothing voice, "you realize that head injuries can impair one's control over their emotions and that therapy is not a bad thing. You would do physical therapy for a broken leg, psychological therapy can work under much the same principles." Jason growled slamming his drink on the table earning a disapproving stare from Alfred which made him consider apologizing right then, instead he said, "you mean Dick or the faker and maybe the girl would go for physio, Not sure 'bout Bruce's brat boy would prolly just be tossed in the pit." Alfred shook his head lightly, "and we've come to the realization that the pit is no cure-all." Jason shouted at Alfred, "I'm not brain-damaged!" Alfred stared at Jason until the younger man calmed and played with his glass solemnly, "The MRI's and petscans Leslie did tell a different story Jason, having brain damage does not make you deficient in anyway or any less capable of heroism, it just indicates perhaps a need for a different approach."
Jason answered tone petulant "I have been taking a different approach." Alfred challenged this lightly, "how has that been working for you?" Jason shrugged and mumbled something along the lines of "lots of zombies."
"quite so Master Jason." The old man let the beauty of silence hang between them before Jason was speaking once more, "Whoever heard of a brain damaged superhero." his voice was flat and almost emotionless. Alfred raised an eyebrow, "I believe Mister Gardner- the redheaded lantern had a relatively severe acquired brain injury for a number of years." Jason asked curiously, "the crazy one?" "Yes Master Jason." "cool." Jason looked to the left and then back to Alfred. "You trust this person not to brainwash and/or kill me?" "Of course Master Jason." Alfred said fond smile back on his face warming Jason's heart. "I'll try this therapy thing but I'd probably have to crash here while I do- stick in town and out of trouble y'know." Jason was staring at his empty glass as he said this. Alfred placed a warm hand on Jason's shoulder, "Of course, Your room has already been prepared upstairs." Jason rubbed the bandage on his forehead, "I guess this means you already informed Dick and the others?" Alfred nodded, "only about you staying and that they were not to interfere with your therapy sessions, I wouldn't talk about your medical condition with anyone outside your circle of care without permission." Jason's hand shook as he went to pick up the glass and bring it to the sink. "Would you like a hand Master Jason, I realize this was a very difficult talk for you?" Jason made it to the sink, "I can do this Alfie, i'm not an invalid." "Perish the thought" Alfred said smiling as Jason put the glass in the sink and walked out of the room with a quick exchange of goodnights. Alfred went to the phone and dialled. "Was that sufficient for an intake interview?" The female voice on the other end responded, "generally we frown upon situations where our clients are filmed without consent." Alfred smiled and answered, "Jason was aware of the camera the moment he entered the room and consented by continuing our conversation." "Still deception is not quite a matter of course for ABI patients, they often react poorly to it." Alfred nodded and made a sound of acknowledgement, "Still within the Wayne household these things are to be expected my dear- so will you be joining us tomorrow for breakfast?" The lady on the other end chuckled lightly, "Of course, and your therapeutic technique has become quite masterful after all these years, I have no idea why you would obscure such a talent from the public." Alfred smiled, "I serve my family and have absolutely no idea of what techniques you are referring to. I will see you tomorrow. Working with Master Jason can be difficult at times but when things work out it is very rewarding I assure you." The woman on the other end answered, " I have no doubt" and Alfred hung up and stood in the kitchen awaiting tomorrow and the healing that could happen for all of his boys if this one made significant gains. Jason was a good boy at heart.