FIC: As the World Shuffles Along (Multi-Fandom) February Set
...And here's the February Set. Enjoy below the cut again.
Title: Infinitis
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Michael Hodgins
Timeframe: Inbetween Series 6&7.
Theme: 100 years - Five for Fighting
~*~
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy, time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
Fifteen I'm all right with you
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
~*~
Jack Hodgins looks around him and realises that this is one of those perfect moments that he wants to freeze and hold in his memory forever.
He and Ange had decided to bask in the glorious weather that this weekend had bestowed upon them by having a picnic in the nearby park. So, they’d packed up lunch, bickering good-naturedly about what foods they were packing in the process, slathered Michael in infant sunscreen, and headed out into the sunshine. At two months, Michael couldn’t really appreciate the outdoors yet, but the new parents could definitely do with a break from the house. Besides, the outing was made perfectly worthwhile, in Jack’s eyes at least, by the proud smile on his wife’s face (and no doubt echoed on his own) every time someone stopped to admire their young son.
After all the worry and anguish they had shared before Michael’s birth about his eyesight, and the sleepless nights that followed the birth of their bouncing baby boy, these carefree moments were so precious.
Angela looks over their son’s head at him, a bright smile lighting her face, and the familiar wicked twinkle in her eye.
Jack Hodgins is convinced he is the luckiest man on earth.
~*~
Title: Regrets, Mistakes and Healing
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Characters: Stoick, Hiccup
Timeframe: Post final battle.
Theme: Father and Son - Tron Legacy Soundtrack
~*~
Hiccup is far too still.
Stoick keeps his vigil next to his son, reassuring himself by watching the boy’s chest rise and fall with each breath. He studiously tries to ignore the flat space beneath the blanket where the lower part of his left leg should be. Far too young to be losing limbs. The village Healing Woman had removed the damaged remnants of the lower leg, dosing the unconscious boy with hemlock before she went to work.
Stoick hadn’t been able to watch.
She has assured Stoick that the leg was healing well, and that Hiccup would wake up ‘When he was ready’.
He wouldn’t be happy until he saw the boy up and talking again.
Hiccup had never been a still child. Quiet, yes, but not still. Always getting into something new, and even when sitting, he was always fidgeting, drawing, asking questions. As a baby, he would squirm in his sleep all night long, and watch everything intently through the day.
It unnerved the Chief to see his son lying so still and quiet after two weeks.
He wonders if Hiccup will be able to forgive him when he wakes.
Every time Stoick dozes, he is greeted by memories. Yelling at Hiccup, casting him aside after the disaster in the ring. Hiccup risking his life for that dragon, and the battle with that monster. Hiccup falling, with nothing Stoick can do to help him.
He knows he hasn’t been what Hiccup needed for so long, but when Hiccup wakes, he intends to try and correct those mistakes.
~*~
Title: Shattered Homes
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Characters: Unnamed Apollo camper, 1st person.
Timeframe: Battle of the Labyrinth
Theme: Courtyard Apocalypse - Deathly Hallows pt 2 soundtrack
~*~
At camp, we train for battle.
For some, the skills learned here are a matter of life and death on a frequent basis in the rest of the world. For others, the need is less dire.
Some of us are lucky enough that the monsters largely leave us alone outside of the Camp’s borders. We figured our training would be enough to overcome what came our way, no problem.
I remember Chiron saying that true battle is an orgy of chaos and destruction. I didn’t really understand it until tonight.
That another demigod is leading the monsters to their homes cuts to the bone, and most campers are torn between pity and betrayal when they look to Cabin Twelve. It’s not their fault, but it hurts still.
The monsters are everywhere, and I recognise that I will run out of arrows long before the battle is over. There is no time for me to even see if my arrows have hit their mark before reloading.
Please let my arrows fly true, Father, Aunt Artemis.
Draw. Aim. Fire. Repeat.
One of Mr D’s twin sons is down, and a scream to my left reveals a fellow archer has been picked off by the Titan forces.
The camp is tainted with blood, and our safe haven is never going to be the same again.
~*~
Title: Missing Broken Things
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Characters: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme/Mystique
Timeframe: Post movie.
Theme: Believe - Skillet
~*~
I'm still trying to figure out
How to tell you I was wrong
I can't fill the emptiness inside
Since you've been gone
~*~
He still half expects to see her when he enters the kitchen each morning.
Logically, Charles knows she’s gone. He saw her leave with Erik that day, admitted that he no longer had much to offer her. But Raven had been a part of his life for over fifteen years.
Her place in his life was not so easily overlooked.
Simple things like her puzzles scattered around the library, her favoured breakfast cereal still in the cupboards.
He hasn’t mustered up the heart to deal with her room yet. He knows he’ll have to at some point, especially with the plans for converting this place into a school moving forward. But not yet.
He missed the vague awareness of her mind lurking around too. She’d always been a soothing cool presence in his mind. It had evened his own chaotic mind somewhat. He hadn’t realised how much until now.
Did he do the right thing telling her to go? Charles no longer knows. He spent so long trying to protect her, without letting her have her own say. He would have been selfish to ask her to stay. With him a cripple, and her own philosophy falling more in line with Erik’s.
Regret still taints his thoughts though, and he desperately wishes things had gone differently.
~*~
Title: Family
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva David, Team Gibbs
Timeframe: Early season 7.
Theme: Crash and Burn - Savage Garden
~*~
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like
the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief
and people can be so cold
~*~
The first months back in D.C. after Somalia are harsh.
Ziva finds herself jumping slightly and little things when she is alone. She does her best to pretend that things haven’t changed when she’d with the teams. She knows that they don’t believe her for a minute, but none of them have called her on it, which she is grateful of.
The therapist she had been to assigned to was better than she had expected, and slowly, she was making some progress past the backlog of hurt and trauma.
Nevertheless, there was still an emptiness that lingered on the periphery of Ziva’s mind. She’d never had many people close to her. Her family, who should have been closest, was a mess. Her mother and sister long dead, a traitorous brother whose blood was on her hands, and a father that only seemed to remember he had a daughter when it was convenient for him to use her for the job. She was sick of his manipulations, but now in cutting herself free of the never-ending games, she had isolated herself from the last family she had.
A soft knock at the door interrupts her thoughts, and a quick check through the peephole reveals Tony, Abby and McGee standing at her door. Putting on a smile, Ziva lets them inside.
Abby immediately hugs her, and Ziva’s question for the reason of the visit is muffled somewhat by the scientist’s embrace.
“Movie night,” Tony answers simply. “It’s been ages since we’ve had one.”
He’s holding up a small stack of DVDs. A warm light starts to fill Ziva as the team falls into a familiar routine: bickering over the movie selection and who gets to sit where, rummaging for snacks, and eventually the running commentary of snark through the movie.
This was her real home now. This was the family she chose.
~*~
Title: Infinitis
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Jack Hodgins, Angela Montenegro, Michael Hodgins
Timeframe: Inbetween Series 6&7.
Theme: 100 years - Five for Fighting
~*~
Fifteen there's still time for you
Time to buy, time to lose yourself
Within a morning star
Fifteen I'm all right with you
Fifteen, there's never a wish better than this
When you only got hundred years to live
~*~
Jack Hodgins looks around him and realises that this is one of those perfect moments that he wants to freeze and hold in his memory forever.
He and Ange had decided to bask in the glorious weather that this weekend had bestowed upon them by having a picnic in the nearby park. So, they’d packed up lunch, bickering good-naturedly about what foods they were packing in the process, slathered Michael in infant sunscreen, and headed out into the sunshine. At two months, Michael couldn’t really appreciate the outdoors yet, but the new parents could definitely do with a break from the house. Besides, the outing was made perfectly worthwhile, in Jack’s eyes at least, by the proud smile on his wife’s face (and no doubt echoed on his own) every time someone stopped to admire their young son.
After all the worry and anguish they had shared before Michael’s birth about his eyesight, and the sleepless nights that followed the birth of their bouncing baby boy, these carefree moments were so precious.
Angela looks over their son’s head at him, a bright smile lighting her face, and the familiar wicked twinkle in her eye.
Jack Hodgins is convinced he is the luckiest man on earth.
~*~
Title: Regrets, Mistakes and Healing
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Characters: Stoick, Hiccup
Timeframe: Post final battle.
Theme: Father and Son - Tron Legacy Soundtrack
~*~
Hiccup is far too still.
Stoick keeps his vigil next to his son, reassuring himself by watching the boy’s chest rise and fall with each breath. He studiously tries to ignore the flat space beneath the blanket where the lower part of his left leg should be. Far too young to be losing limbs. The village Healing Woman had removed the damaged remnants of the lower leg, dosing the unconscious boy with hemlock before she went to work.
Stoick hadn’t been able to watch.
She has assured Stoick that the leg was healing well, and that Hiccup would wake up ‘When he was ready’.
He wouldn’t be happy until he saw the boy up and talking again.
Hiccup had never been a still child. Quiet, yes, but not still. Always getting into something new, and even when sitting, he was always fidgeting, drawing, asking questions. As a baby, he would squirm in his sleep all night long, and watch everything intently through the day.
It unnerved the Chief to see his son lying so still and quiet after two weeks.
He wonders if Hiccup will be able to forgive him when he wakes.
Every time Stoick dozes, he is greeted by memories. Yelling at Hiccup, casting him aside after the disaster in the ring. Hiccup risking his life for that dragon, and the battle with that monster. Hiccup falling, with nothing Stoick can do to help him.
He knows he hasn’t been what Hiccup needed for so long, but when Hiccup wakes, he intends to try and correct those mistakes.
~*~
Title: Shattered Homes
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Characters: Unnamed Apollo camper, 1st person.
Timeframe: Battle of the Labyrinth
Theme: Courtyard Apocalypse - Deathly Hallows pt 2 soundtrack
~*~
At camp, we train for battle.
For some, the skills learned here are a matter of life and death on a frequent basis in the rest of the world. For others, the need is less dire.
Some of us are lucky enough that the monsters largely leave us alone outside of the Camp’s borders. We figured our training would be enough to overcome what came our way, no problem.
I remember Chiron saying that true battle is an orgy of chaos and destruction. I didn’t really understand it until tonight.
That another demigod is leading the monsters to their homes cuts to the bone, and most campers are torn between pity and betrayal when they look to Cabin Twelve. It’s not their fault, but it hurts still.
The monsters are everywhere, and I recognise that I will run out of arrows long before the battle is over. There is no time for me to even see if my arrows have hit their mark before reloading.
Please let my arrows fly true, Father, Aunt Artemis.
Draw. Aim. Fire. Repeat.
One of Mr D’s twin sons is down, and a scream to my left reveals a fellow archer has been picked off by the Titan forces.
The camp is tainted with blood, and our safe haven is never going to be the same again.
~*~
Title: Missing Broken Things
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Characters: Charles Xavier, Raven Darkholme/Mystique
Timeframe: Post movie.
Theme: Believe - Skillet
~*~
I'm still trying to figure out
How to tell you I was wrong
I can't fill the emptiness inside
Since you've been gone
~*~
He still half expects to see her when he enters the kitchen each morning.
Logically, Charles knows she’s gone. He saw her leave with Erik that day, admitted that he no longer had much to offer her. But Raven had been a part of his life for over fifteen years.
Her place in his life was not so easily overlooked.
Simple things like her puzzles scattered around the library, her favoured breakfast cereal still in the cupboards.
He hasn’t mustered up the heart to deal with her room yet. He knows he’ll have to at some point, especially with the plans for converting this place into a school moving forward. But not yet.
He missed the vague awareness of her mind lurking around too. She’d always been a soothing cool presence in his mind. It had evened his own chaotic mind somewhat. He hadn’t realised how much until now.
Did he do the right thing telling her to go? Charles no longer knows. He spent so long trying to protect her, without letting her have her own say. He would have been selfish to ask her to stay. With him a cripple, and her own philosophy falling more in line with Erik’s.
Regret still taints his thoughts though, and he desperately wishes things had gone differently.
~*~
Title: Family
Fandom: NCIS
Characters: Ziva David, Team Gibbs
Timeframe: Early season 7.
Theme: Crash and Burn - Savage Garden
~*~
When you feel all alone
And the world has turned its back on you
Give me a moment please
to tame your wild wild heart
I know you feel like
the walls are closing in on you
It's hard to find relief
and people can be so cold
~*~
The first months back in D.C. after Somalia are harsh.
Ziva finds herself jumping slightly and little things when she is alone. She does her best to pretend that things haven’t changed when she’d with the teams. She knows that they don’t believe her for a minute, but none of them have called her on it, which she is grateful of.
The therapist she had been to assigned to was better than she had expected, and slowly, she was making some progress past the backlog of hurt and trauma.
Nevertheless, there was still an emptiness that lingered on the periphery of Ziva’s mind. She’d never had many people close to her. Her family, who should have been closest, was a mess. Her mother and sister long dead, a traitorous brother whose blood was on her hands, and a father that only seemed to remember he had a daughter when it was convenient for him to use her for the job. She was sick of his manipulations, but now in cutting herself free of the never-ending games, she had isolated herself from the last family she had.
A soft knock at the door interrupts her thoughts, and a quick check through the peephole reveals Tony, Abby and McGee standing at her door. Putting on a smile, Ziva lets them inside.
Abby immediately hugs her, and Ziva’s question for the reason of the visit is muffled somewhat by the scientist’s embrace.
“Movie night,” Tony answers simply. “It’s been ages since we’ve had one.”
He’s holding up a small stack of DVDs. A warm light starts to fill Ziva as the team falls into a familiar routine: bickering over the movie selection and who gets to sit where, rummaging for snacks, and eventually the running commentary of snark through the movie.
This was her real home now. This was the family she chose.
~*~