Prompts?

Jan 15, 2009 16:22

It's been a day. (Or a week/month/year, whatever.) And I've got about two hours-ish to kill.

Feel free to leave me some prompts. Pairing/fandom/the colour of the sky: all totally up to you. RPF is welcome.

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brin_bailey January 23 2009, 02:20:46 UTC
It took me awhile to come up with this. I don't why, because what a hella fun pairing. :D (Um, it's in two parts 'cause I wrote more than I should have. Oops!)

He looks up and smiles, a quick flash of teeth and gums.

“Leah,” she says. Her cheeks turn pink and she gives a low and embarrassed shrug. “I’ve seen, um, everything you’ve ever been in.”

“Oh, wow. Sorry you had to sit through all that.” He laughs at his own joke and taps the cap of his pen against his cheek (he has black ink smeared all over his fingertips) and then scrawls: Leah, all the best and happy watching. He finishes with a quick and loopy swoop, that kind of resembles his name, and slides her the glossy photograph.

She holds the photo delicately in her hands, blushing even more. “Thank you!”

It goes like this: spaceships, ghosts, and killer robots. And on the other side: superheroes, secret government spies, and more superheroes.

It’s geek Mecca, tables and booths spilling over with action figures and still photographs off of movie and television sets and framed, full length posters. In the first ten minutes he spots some kid dressed up as Luke Skywalker (with lightsaber) and another as Green Goblin (Hobgoblin? Jensen’s more of a DC kind of guy) and counts thirteen Superman t-shirts. A group of teenagers walk by with bloody smiley face buttons pinned to their shirts and a sign that asks, “Are You Watching?”

Jared and him are sandwiched in between the cast of Firefly (didn’t that only air, like, five episodes?) and the mom and kid duo from that new Terminator show. One of the girls from the table on his left (hair twisted in a bun with legs that belong on a ballerina) keeps walking to the table on his right and then back again.

He hears one of the other girls laugh and shout, “Hey! Summer, get your ass back over here!” And the leggy girl runs back with a ready smile to crouch in a group photo.

He doesn’t know a lot of people here. He kind of knows (okay, he made out with her a few times) Kristen from network parties. And he knows Alison and Tom and Rosenbaum-all three of them sitting across the room from him and fighting about something, but he can’t tell what. It ends with Alison drawing something that looks only mildly lewd on Mike’s wrist and Tom throwing a paper airplane at Alison’s head.

Jensen tosses over a wave and Rosenbaum takes the opportunity to cup his hands around his mouth and yell, “Ackles! Your last movie sucked!”

Everyone laughs. A couple of young girls rush over and adamantly scream that it “so didn’t!” and someone questions the sanity of anyone who’d willingly make a movie with Jamie Kennedy and it’s that that reluctantly shuts Mike up.

One of the Firefly girls (the same one who shouted for the ballerina one) leans over and says, “I liked it.” Then she winks.

She looks kind of familiar, but less in a “I’ve seen you on TV” sort of way and more like, “Don’t you live down the street from me?” He tilts his head and sees a stickered name tag stuck to her chest: Jewel. It doesn’t ring any bells.

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brin_bailey January 23 2009, 02:21:18 UTC
And the rest of it. Ta-da! *jazz hands*

He watches her for the rest of the con, looks for her underneath the brim of his baseball cap. She seems to know pretty much everyone. She’s standing in the corner with a bag of potato chips from the vending machine down the hall and all these guys keep stopping to talk to her. The dude from Chuck (not the tall one) and the dude from Pushing Daisies (the tall one) and few people he recognizes from guest stints on his show.

She throws out the chip bag and when she looks back up, she catches him staring. Jensen pulls his cap down further and then quickly turns to Jared and mumbles something under his breath.

“Dude, what? Use your mouth.”

“I-nothing.”

Another fan wanders up, Supernatural comicbook clutched in her fingers. She grins and immediately starts babbling about the completely messed up continuity between the book and the show, like the two of them have any control over it.

“What’s your name, darlin’?” Jensen asks, pen poised. (He does it politely, but there’s a part of him that’s kind of doing it to make her stop talking.)

“Oh!” she exclaims, kind of flustered. She stands on tiptoes so she can see them writing. “It’s Megan.”

Jared grins, scribbling away. “That’s my sister’s name.”

Jensen nods and tips his chair back to get another look at Firefly girl. She’s leaning over the table with her tongue stuck out of her mouth and flipping someone at the end of the table the bird, which is both kind of weird and kind of awesome. She sits back down and catches him looking again and she smiles.

He literally runs into her two weeks later.

He lost some stupid bet with Jared, (Really, who knows pi to the first hundred digits just off the top of their head? Math freak) so he’s stuck walking the dogs and this chick comes barrelling around the corner and smacks right into him-the top of her head clipping his chin. He stumbles backward and she yanks the headphones out of her ears.

“Oops,” she says, meekly. She offers her hand, but he waves her off. “You good?”

“Fine.”

He rubs his jaw and it’s then that it clicks that it’s her. She’s wearing sweatpants and a sweat-soaked t-shirt, her hair thrown up into a really messy ponytail and her cheeks stained red. She recognizes him too, he can tell by the smirk on her mouth.

“Firefly,” he says.

She laughs. “Stargate.”

He shakes his head, wraps the leashes tighter around his hand. “No, Supernatural.”

“What?” she asks, still laughing. “No I meant-never mind.” She has a familiar accent, sounds like a lot of the crew members on set. She sticks her hand out again. “I’m Jewel.”

“Jensen,” he says, shaking her hand and embarrassed that after he noticed her accent, he kind of drawls out his name.

She nods and bends down to ruffle Sadie’s ears and the dog make a happy little sound of approval. “You live around here?”

“Up on Nelson.”

“Really? I’m on Barclay,” she says. She points behind her. “Just that way.”

A block away from the house he shares with Jared. Huh, she really is the girl down the street. Geography aside, Canada must be a fucking really small place. (“You live in Canada? Hey, do you know Jewel?” “Sure do! Five minute walk from my front steps to hers.”)

She shoves her headphones back in her ears and pulls her left leg behind her, stretching out the muscle. She smiles all big and wide. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime, huh?”

“Yeah,” he says, and either Sadie or Harley tugs on one of the leashes and he shrugs apologetically, but she’s already jogging down the block. He grins to himself. “Maybe.”

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