Commentfic Dump (Supernatural, BBC Sherlock, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Supernatural/Torchwood)
Title: Do Not Go Gently
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Cas, Dean
Spoilers: 7.02
Rating: PG
Prompt: any, any, "rage, rage, against the dying of the light"
Castiel will not go down without a fight.
He can feel the Leviathans oozing, creeping across his vision, blacking out the world. All he can see now is Dean -- Dean the human, his human, that's how he thinks of him. Dean, who looks so betrayed; Dean, who is watching him die.
He wants, needs, has to apologize. Has to beg for forgiveness first, even if he never receives it.
Castiel will fight to live until Dean knows he's sorry.
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Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters: John, Sherlock
Rating: PG
Prompt: sherlock (bbc), sherlock/watson, hospitals
John Watson has always liked hospitals.
Clean and white and important, always in motion, never sleeping. Nurses and doctors so serious and solemn (so very sorry nothing we can do) or professionally relieved (don't worry sir your son will be fine) or politely evasive (don't know enough to tell but you'll be first to know) or just busybusybusy. Families waiting, crying, pacing, sleeping; thousands of lives circling like vultures to see if the dam will hold or if everyone will drown.
Yes, John Watson has always liked hospitals. Sherlock only wishes he were awake to like this one.
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Title: He Made Horse From Water And Let Her Run
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gellert/Albus
Rating: PG
Prompt: Harry Potter, Any +/ Any, Happy Christmas (War is over)
Waves clash and roll on stone, the wind whipping the sea into an angry beast that charges at the prison walls again and again. Gellert has spent many months listening to the waves, imagining them sometimes as dragons come to break him free and others as giants out for his blood. Sometimes he is the walls, beaten numb by the freezing water, and sometimes the walls protect him, shelter him. He breathes to the rhythm of the tide; in his veins his blood pumps in time to it.
"Happy Christmas," says a voice, and Gellert concludes that he's finally lost it.
"Is it Christmas?" he asks, spindly arms and legs sprawled out on the floor.
"If it wasn't I wouldn't have wished you a happy one."
Gellert doesn't open his eyes, knowing that when he does this illusion will dispel like mist over the sea in morning light. It's been so long since he's talked to anyone but the tide. "Did you bring me a tree, édesem?"
Even without sight Gellert can hear the familiar half-smile in the illusion's voice. "I would offer you my broom to decorate, but you'd probably fall off when you escaped on it." This is an old joke, from when Gellert tried to learn to ride all those lifetimes ago. Somehow the knowledge that the illusion is using his memories to make him smile feels like betrayal. He didn't build this prison for smiles.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I came?" asks the illusion.
"I know why you came."
"I came to ask if you were sorry." There is a beat of silence and then, softer, the illusion says, "Because I am."
"I don't believe you," Gellert says. He covers his ears. "You're not real."
"Happy Christmas," says the illusion again, but doesn't sound very happy at all. After a long while Gellert opens his eyes, and there's no one there but the sea.
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Title: The Men and Women Merely Players
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Doctor
Rating: G
Prompt: any, any, time and time again I play the role of the fool
He's played this part a thousand thousand times, with a grin and a stumble and a rambling monologue. He projects it like a beacon: I don't know what I'm doing but I'll get you out in one piece, maybe two.
He acts the part because he learned the lines a long time ago for a play that never played, and he keeps acting it because all his other scripts have gone up in flames.
This is the play: THE UNIVERSE. Bold black print across the top of the script, 18.2 font. Times New Roman.
This is the cast: EVERYONE. It's an ensemble crew, and the house is always empty because there's no one to watch but the dead.
This is his role: THE FOOL. This is what he plays, not what he is, but the act doesn't stop even when the curtain falls, because the fool always skips his final bow.
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Title: Ground Rules And Other Things
Fandom: Supernatural/Torchwood(/Doctor Who)
Characters: Dean, Jack (Cas, Eleven, Amy)
Setting: post-s5 AU; post-CoE
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Supernatural/Torchwood, Dean/Jack, Domesticity (or lack thereof)
Sam is gone. Dean knows it, accepts it even, but he never lets himself forget it.
Still, though, eight-hour drives get lonely with only James Hetfield and Jimmy Page for company. So he finds himself a new partner, one who doesn't mind weird shit and knows his way around a gun. He lays down some ground rules (don't touch the car, don't mess with occult, don't get killed, and he swear the guy smirks at that last one) and gets a few himself (don't touch the coat, no more rock aliases, and if anyone's got to be needlessly reckless it won't be you).
It works out fine, more or less. They don't talk about their pasts and Dean pretends not to notice the blatant flirting going on from Jack's end. They don't mention that Jack avoids coffee and never seems to sleep, or that Dean ducks his head when they pass a store with security cameras and sometimes calls Jack Sam. They don't talk about the 46 missed calls from Bobby on Dean's phone, or the black strap Jack wears on his wrist.
They work well together and hardly ever argue. They salt and burn at least a couple dozen graves on routine jobs before Jack casually asks if Dean's ever seen an alien. Dean half chokes on his beer and laughs and asks just how much Jack's had to drink.
Once, Jack meets a guy called Castiel. Dean yells and then hugs him and then yells some more, and Jack backs out of the room before things can descend into fistfighting or guns or angry sex. To be honest he wants in on that last one.
Once, Dean meets a guy who calls himself the Doctor, and Jack grins and laughs at the bowtie and both of them shamelessly eye up the leggy redhead.
Once, Dean is there when Jack gets shot. When he gasps back to life and tries not to spill his breakfast over the floor, Dean says, "Well shit. Angel on your shoulder?" and Jack says, "Something like that."
Once, Dean gets arrested (again) and Jack has to break him out, which isn't easy but he's done harder (and yeah, that was on purpose). As they're speeding away in the Impala Jack winks and grins and says, "So is it true what they say about guys like us in prison?" and Dean rolls his eyes and says, "Pull over, man, I don't think I want you driving my car anymore."
So yeah, it's not perfect, and yeah, it's not like what either of them had before, but they're on the road and they're saving people, and that's all either of them really needed in the first place.
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Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Alaya, Rory, Tony, Ambrose
Spoilers: 5.08
Rating: PG
Summary: "I know which one of you will kill me. Do you?"
I know apes better than you know yourselves. I know which one of you will kill me. Do you?
Rory thinks: She’s bluffing. She’s trying to scare us. How can she know anything? No one is going to die. Amy was on that hill, with me. If we start a war here, how could Amy be there?
Tony thinks: It’s got to be this stranger, the man who’s hardly said a word. We don’t know anything about him. My little girl won’t kill anyone; I won’t kill anyone. His fiancée's down there. Who knows what he’ll stoop to?
Ambrose thinks: It won’t be me. I won’t let it be me.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Cas, Dean
Spoilers: 7.02
Rating: PG
Prompt: any, any, "rage, rage, against the dying of the light"
Castiel will not go down without a fight.
He can feel the Leviathans oozing, creeping across his vision, blacking out the world. All he can see now is Dean -- Dean the human, his human, that's how he thinks of him. Dean, who looks so betrayed; Dean, who is watching him die.
He wants, needs, has to apologize. Has to beg for forgiveness first, even if he never receives it.
Castiel will fight to live until Dean knows he's sorry.
*
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters: John, Sherlock
Rating: PG
Prompt: sherlock (bbc), sherlock/watson, hospitals
John Watson has always liked hospitals.
Clean and white and important, always in motion, never sleeping. Nurses and doctors so serious and solemn (so very sorry nothing we can do) or professionally relieved (don't worry sir your son will be fine) or politely evasive (don't know enough to tell but you'll be first to know) or just busybusybusy. Families waiting, crying, pacing, sleeping; thousands of lives circling like vultures to see if the dam will hold or if everyone will drown.
Yes, John Watson has always liked hospitals. Sherlock only wishes he were awake to like this one.
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Title: He Made Horse From Water And Let Her Run
Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Gellert/Albus
Rating: PG
Prompt: Harry Potter, Any +/ Any, Happy Christmas (War is over)
Waves clash and roll on stone, the wind whipping the sea into an angry beast that charges at the prison walls again and again. Gellert has spent many months listening to the waves, imagining them sometimes as dragons come to break him free and others as giants out for his blood. Sometimes he is the walls, beaten numb by the freezing water, and sometimes the walls protect him, shelter him. He breathes to the rhythm of the tide; in his veins his blood pumps in time to it.
"Happy Christmas," says a voice, and Gellert concludes that he's finally lost it.
"Is it Christmas?" he asks, spindly arms and legs sprawled out on the floor.
"If it wasn't I wouldn't have wished you a happy one."
Gellert doesn't open his eyes, knowing that when he does this illusion will dispel like mist over the sea in morning light. It's been so long since he's talked to anyone but the tide. "Did you bring me a tree, édesem?"
Even without sight Gellert can hear the familiar half-smile in the illusion's voice. "I would offer you my broom to decorate, but you'd probably fall off when you escaped on it." This is an old joke, from when Gellert tried to learn to ride all those lifetimes ago. Somehow the knowledge that the illusion is using his memories to make him smile feels like betrayal. He didn't build this prison for smiles.
"Aren't you going to ask me why I came?" asks the illusion.
"I know why you came."
"I came to ask if you were sorry." There is a beat of silence and then, softer, the illusion says, "Because I am."
"I don't believe you," Gellert says. He covers his ears. "You're not real."
"Happy Christmas," says the illusion again, but doesn't sound very happy at all. After a long while Gellert opens his eyes, and there's no one there but the sea.
*
Title: The Men and Women Merely Players
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: The Doctor
Rating: G
Prompt: any, any, time and time again I play the role of the fool
He's played this part a thousand thousand times, with a grin and a stumble and a rambling monologue. He projects it like a beacon: I don't know what I'm doing but I'll get you out in one piece, maybe two.
He acts the part because he learned the lines a long time ago for a play that never played, and he keeps acting it because all his other scripts have gone up in flames.
This is the play: THE UNIVERSE. Bold black print across the top of the script, 18.2 font. Times New Roman.
This is the cast: EVERYONE. It's an ensemble crew, and the house is always empty because there's no one to watch but the dead.
This is his role: THE FOOL. This is what he plays, not what he is, but the act doesn't stop even when the curtain falls, because the fool always skips his final bow.
*
Title: Ground Rules And Other Things
Fandom: Supernatural/Torchwood(/Doctor Who)
Characters: Dean, Jack (Cas, Eleven, Amy)
Setting: post-s5 AU; post-CoE
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Supernatural/Torchwood, Dean/Jack, Domesticity (or lack thereof)
Sam is gone. Dean knows it, accepts it even, but he never lets himself forget it.
Still, though, eight-hour drives get lonely with only James Hetfield and Jimmy Page for company. So he finds himself a new partner, one who doesn't mind weird shit and knows his way around a gun. He lays down some ground rules (don't touch the car, don't mess with occult, don't get killed, and he swear the guy smirks at that last one) and gets a few himself (don't touch the coat, no more rock aliases, and if anyone's got to be needlessly reckless it won't be you).
It works out fine, more or less. They don't talk about their pasts and Dean pretends not to notice the blatant flirting going on from Jack's end. They don't mention that Jack avoids coffee and never seems to sleep, or that Dean ducks his head when they pass a store with security cameras and sometimes calls Jack Sam. They don't talk about the 46 missed calls from Bobby on Dean's phone, or the black strap Jack wears on his wrist.
They work well together and hardly ever argue. They salt and burn at least a couple dozen graves on routine jobs before Jack casually asks if Dean's ever seen an alien. Dean half chokes on his beer and laughs and asks just how much Jack's had to drink.
Once, Jack meets a guy called Castiel. Dean yells and then hugs him and then yells some more, and Jack backs out of the room before things can descend into fistfighting or guns or angry sex. To be honest he wants in on that last one.
Once, Dean meets a guy who calls himself the Doctor, and Jack grins and laughs at the bowtie and both of them shamelessly eye up the leggy redhead.
Once, Dean is there when Jack gets shot. When he gasps back to life and tries not to spill his breakfast over the floor, Dean says, "Well shit. Angel on your shoulder?" and Jack says, "Something like that."
Once, Dean gets arrested (again) and Jack has to break him out, which isn't easy but he's done harder (and yeah, that was on purpose). As they're speeding away in the Impala Jack winks and grins and says, "So is it true what they say about guys like us in prison?" and Dean rolls his eyes and says, "Pull over, man, I don't think I want you driving my car anymore."
So yeah, it's not perfect, and yeah, it's not like what either of them had before, but they're on the road and they're saving people, and that's all either of them really needed in the first place.
*
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Alaya, Rory, Tony, Ambrose
Spoilers: 5.08
Rating: PG
Summary: "I know which one of you will kill me. Do you?"
I know apes better than you know yourselves. I know which one of you will kill me. Do you?
Rory thinks: She’s bluffing. She’s trying to scare us. How can she know anything? No one is going to die. Amy was on that hill, with me. If we start a war here, how could Amy be there?
Tony thinks: It’s got to be this stranger, the man who’s hardly said a word. We don’t know anything about him. My little girl won’t kill anyone; I won’t kill anyone. His fiancée's down there. Who knows what he’ll stoop to?
Ambrose thinks: It won’t be me. I won’t let it be me.