comment_fic 66-70: Heroes, Supernatural, X-Men, Leverage
Title: vengeance
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 3
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
Prompt: Bennet/author's choice, plan
When Sylar breaks out of his cage of memories and lies, the first person he goes to is Bennet. Next will be Angela, then Parkman, but Bennet is special.
He's already taken Claire, and it's not like she could die for long, anyway. The wife and son aren't important enough for this, and their deaths would only hurt for a time.
Back when he was trapped in that cell in Texas, he'd had plans upon plans. He made minute changes in them hourly, but the basics stayed the same: escape, harvest Claire, make them all pay.
Sylar waits in Bennet's hotel room and knows the plan is still the same. Two parts are already completed and the third will start just as soon as Bennet gets home.
He grins, shifting into Claire's form. "It's going to hurt," he murmurs in her voice and settles the too-small body onto the couch.
Title: wish you were here
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Castiel/Dean, Road Trip just the two of them
Dean lets Castiel drive and just stares out the window, at the world that still exists, happy and healthy, because of the man who should be sitting shotgun.
It'd be quicker if they took a plane. Or Castiel flew them with his non-fluffy cherub wings.
But it wouldn't be right. Dean remembers when they were kids, how much Sammy liked the stupid touristy stuff they so rarely ever got to do. Dad had always had a mission, an objective. The tourist-trap crap never fell into that. And then when it was just him and Sam, they had no time.
So he and Castiel will stop at every damned thing until they reach Jessica's grave, and then Dean will bury Sam's bracelet with her.
And then... Dean stares out the window. He doesn't know what he'll do then.
In his periphery, Dean sees Castiel stretch out a hand, reaching to touch him. He jerks away.
Castiel drops his hand and turns up the music.
Title: Clytemnestra’s Children
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: pre-Dean/Sam
Rating: R
Point of view: third
Wordcount: 305
Prompt: Sam/Dean, if it'll make you stay
Notes: title is a reference to Greek mythology
More notes: companion to " Sons of Atreus"
Dean knows it's wrong. Sam doesn't seem to understand, too excited and curious, but Dean knows. He could stop it-he knows that, too.
But he's not entirely sure Sam would choose him, so he never makes that demand.
He's in this too deep now, anyway. He's spent his whole life watching out for his little brother, keeping Sam safe. He had his chance when he was thirteen, when he made his first kill.
"Dean!" Sam calls from the den. "Come see this."
He looks the woman right in the eye, bringing the knife up to her shoulder. "I realize this is frightening," he tells her gently. "But running or screaming won't help you." He flicks a glance to her kids, both daughters, somewhere between twenty and fifteen. "Or them."
He’s learned that when you’re calm enough, cold enough, threats work just as well as actual violence. He’s so experienced now he rarely has to restrain anyone; they do it themselves because they believe him.
There are tears in her eyes. He smiles and goes to the den.
Once, he'd have been horrified. He remembers the first time Sam showed him a body, what his anger had wrought and his curiosity ensured kept happening.
He doesn’t enjoy the kill, not like Sam. He doesn’t enjoy taking people apart just to see how they work or making them bleed out to see how they die.
But he needs Sam. And if Sam needs him to kill, then he’ll do it.
“Look at him,” Sam says, grinning up at Dean. “He’s not even afraid.”
Dean crouches down beside his brother.
He could have stopped this. He knows that. It’s sick and wrong, and something must not be wired right in either of their heads.
But if Sam will just keep smiling like that, Dean doesn’t care.
Title: where to go
Fandom: X-Men movies
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-X2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 80
Point of view: third
Prompt: Pyro/Iceman, running away together
"C'mon, man, you tellin' me you wanna be a lapdog for the rest of your life?"
Bobby doesn't look up from his book. "John," he says calmly, turning the page. "I'm happy here."
John scoffs and throws himself on his bed. "It's boring."
Gently setting the book aside, Bobby looks over, at John spread out on the bed, one arm across his face. It is boring. And Bobby owes him for that prank on Logan.
"Where'd you wanna go?" he asks.
Title: The Alphabet Game
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairing: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 70
Point of view: third
Prompt: Team, Long car trip + I-Spy (or some other exceedingly annoying game, but not punch buggy, Eliot would win too easy)
"There are really words that start with X?" Parker asks.
"Yup," Hardison answers, eyes peeled.
"You can use a license plate, Parker," Nate tells her. "An X anywhere in the sequence counts."
"Ooh, there's one!" Sophie announces, sitting up straight.
"And there's Y!" Hardison cheers. "On to Z."
Eliot sighs, head in his hands, and wonders why he decided being part of a team was a good idea.