This started out as a "100 prompts" claim and devolved to "10 prompts" which are actually little snippets that go into a story. And a shamelessly pointless piece of H/C fluff it is, too. Jeremiah/Kurdy, but really pre-slash, set sometime during season 1. If you click on #1, there are links to each new bit at the end of the one you're reading. I ( Read more... )

The clock reads 6:03 a.m. Somewhere above, through miles of earth and miles of air, the sun is shining over a brand new day ( Read more... )

The fever had started sometime after Kurdy fell asleep. He awoke to Jeremiah struggling, delirious and burning. Nothing Kurdy said would calm him. A few times he seemed to listen, like he knew Kurdy was at least there and trying, but then he'd slip away again ( Read more... )

The fire crept closer and closer. Jeremiah had pushed back as far as he could go, but the wall behind his back was solid. He was trapped. He had been looking frantically around for a way to escape for several minutes, but there was just nothing. He was encircled on all sides by the tall flames. They were so high, so hot, that he felt as if the ( Read more... )

The road could be lonely, particularly in the long miles between towns. Jeremiah was comfortable with quiet, comfortable with himself, but sometimes he wished for another voice, a presence by his side as he walked the miles ( Read more... )

When Jeremiah was very small, before Michael was even born, there had been a terrible storm one night. The lights had flickered and gone out. Outside, thunder crashed and lightning shattered the sky; the tree outside his bedroom window thrashed against the glass. He had been so terrified that he couldn't even scream. Somehow, his mom and dad ( Read more... )

The infirmiry at Thunder Mountain was so quiet it was almost creepy. Aside from the faint hum of the central air system, Kurdy couldn't hear anything but his own breathing and Jeremiah's. The absense of sound somehow left him feeling more alone than he had during the desperate drive to get here. Beyond the silence, people were going about the ( Read more... )

Kurdy was driving one-handed. The other was still entangled in Jeremiah's, both holding him away from the bandages and providing comfort. Or maybe not, since Jeremiah hadn't woken up in over an hour. Kurdy tried to believe that his unconciousness was for the best. Less pain, less discomfort. Less fear, although neither Kurdy nor Jeremiah would ( Read more... )

There was a knife twisting in his side as someone bore down on it with all their weight. Jeremiah reached for it, wanting to pull it out and maybe stick it into whoever was hurting him. But nothing was there. Just a heavy lump of fabric, then a hand grabbing his ( Read more... )

At first, Kurdy just thought Jeremiah had tripped. It was too dark to see, the loud report of gunfire was drowning out any other sound, and if he hadn't been running practically neck-and-neck with Jeremiah, he wouldn't have even known that Jeremiah had gone down. So all he did was reach down to help Jeremiah to his feet. There wasn't time to ( Read more... )