Big Damn List has JLI-flavored fluff.
Originally sort of kind of intended for *Andrea's puppy pile meme, written waaaaaay back in November of last year.
Title: No Place Like Home
Characters: Guy Gardner, Dinah Lance, Ted Kord, Michael Carter, Scott Free, J'onn J'onzz
Prompt: 024 - Family
Word Count: 458
Rating: G
Summary: The JLI has moving day.
Author's Notes: Set around issue 7 or 8 of Justice League International (after the One Punch incident, well before the Lobo fight). Pure fluff.
Moving into the embassy was somehow more exhausting than fighting supervillains. Scott had done and redone the wiring, the shuttle had collapsed the roof, and nothing worked properly until it had been installed, reinstalled, kicked, and cursed. There were boxes, and more boxes, and finally the furniture. Dinah wouldn’t leave the furniture alone until it had been arranged to her liking, and then she had declared it unsatisfactory and started all over.
Scott escaped the furniture by claiming rewiring, but Dinah managed to somehow draft the rest of them, deaf to the rest of their excuses and complaints. Guy - currently naïve, helpful, and unfailingly polite, much to the consternation of the rest of the team - had worked harder than the rest of them, beaming when Dinah had thanked him sincerely for his efforts.
“Well, gosh, Dinah, we all live here,” he said, smile surprisingly warm for the late hour.
“Some of us live here,” Booster corrected from the couch, yawning. He’d flopped onto the couch and refused to move, even under Dinah’s glare of death. “It’s fine where it is, Canary.”
Beetle joined Booster, assisting in protest via immobility. “It’s fine,” he seconded, stretching. Booster shoved him aside goodnaturedly. Beetle shoved back, all but cuddling Booster and batting his eyelashes in mock seduction.
Picking up Beetle’s leg and dropping it on the floor, Dinah sat on the other end of the couch. “It’s not bad,” she conceded, looking around the room. Guy smiled brightly and wriggled into the empty space, somehow rearranging all four of them to fit on a couch that wasn’t quite big enough.
The couch was soft, and Guy’s arm around her shoulder was actually much less unpleasant than Dinah would have assumed. She leaned back, savoring a brief moment of quiet and warmth. Her male teammates’ no doubt temporary lack of lewd commentary was just one more thing to be grateful for. She glanced to the side, and Guy was looking at her and at the others with a surprisingly open smile.
“The League is my family,” he said, and Dinah saw a flash of the man he’d been before the accident, before the coma, before he’d been ripped apart and haphazardly pieced back together. Then he leaned on Beetle’s shoulder and promptly fell asleep, much as Dinah imagined a tired child might. Glancing over at the other two, she saw that they were dozing as well.
“Ah, hell, a couple minutes can’t hurt,” she muttered.
When, some time later, J’onn poked his head through the door to confirm the thought patterns he’d sensed, the four of them were curled around each other and sound asleep. J’onn regarded them for a moment before draping a blanket over them and turning out the lights.
FINIS
Title: No Place Like Home
Characters: Guy Gardner, Dinah Lance, Ted Kord, Michael Carter, Scott Free, J'onn J'onzz
Prompt: 024 - Family
Word Count: 458
Rating: G
Summary: The JLI has moving day.
Author's Notes: Set around issue 7 or 8 of Justice League International (after the One Punch incident, well before the Lobo fight). Pure fluff.
Moving into the embassy was somehow more exhausting than fighting supervillains. Scott had done and redone the wiring, the shuttle had collapsed the roof, and nothing worked properly until it had been installed, reinstalled, kicked, and cursed. There were boxes, and more boxes, and finally the furniture. Dinah wouldn’t leave the furniture alone until it had been arranged to her liking, and then she had declared it unsatisfactory and started all over.
Scott escaped the furniture by claiming rewiring, but Dinah managed to somehow draft the rest of them, deaf to the rest of their excuses and complaints. Guy - currently naïve, helpful, and unfailingly polite, much to the consternation of the rest of the team - had worked harder than the rest of them, beaming when Dinah had thanked him sincerely for his efforts.
“Well, gosh, Dinah, we all live here,” he said, smile surprisingly warm for the late hour.
“Some of us live here,” Booster corrected from the couch, yawning. He’d flopped onto the couch and refused to move, even under Dinah’s glare of death. “It’s fine where it is, Canary.”
Beetle joined Booster, assisting in protest via immobility. “It’s fine,” he seconded, stretching. Booster shoved him aside goodnaturedly. Beetle shoved back, all but cuddling Booster and batting his eyelashes in mock seduction.
Picking up Beetle’s leg and dropping it on the floor, Dinah sat on the other end of the couch. “It’s not bad,” she conceded, looking around the room. Guy smiled brightly and wriggled into the empty space, somehow rearranging all four of them to fit on a couch that wasn’t quite big enough.
The couch was soft, and Guy’s arm around her shoulder was actually much less unpleasant than Dinah would have assumed. She leaned back, savoring a brief moment of quiet and warmth. Her male teammates’ no doubt temporary lack of lewd commentary was just one more thing to be grateful for. She glanced to the side, and Guy was looking at her and at the others with a surprisingly open smile.
“The League is my family,” he said, and Dinah saw a flash of the man he’d been before the accident, before the coma, before he’d been ripped apart and haphazardly pieced back together. Then he leaned on Beetle’s shoulder and promptly fell asleep, much as Dinah imagined a tired child might. Glancing over at the other two, she saw that they were dozing as well.
“Ah, hell, a couple minutes can’t hurt,” she muttered.
When, some time later, J’onn poked his head through the door to confirm the thought patterns he’d sensed, the four of them were curled around each other and sound asleep. J’onn regarded them for a moment before draping a blanket over them and turning out the lights.
FINIS