comment_fic 541-545: Supernatural, Inception/White Collar, Highlander/Chuck, Heroes
Title: This is not farewell
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Denise Levertov
Warnings: AU during season 1
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean + Sam, He went numb 10 minutes ago but he still moans and bitches like it hurts so his brother doesn't realize how serious a wound it is this time.
They're limping back to his baby and he's still muttering about getting blood on the upholstery, still wincing at each step, still pretending like it hurts.
It doesn't hurt anymore. He can't feel his leg, or his side, the horrific rips in his skin or the sharp burn that should be there.
He's not gonna make it to the motel room, much less a hospital. Been back together for less than a year, and he's already dying on Sammy. Fucking sucks.
"Dean," Sam says. "We're almost there."
"I know," Dean murmurs. He should warn the kid. Let him know it doesn't matter. It's not his fault. (It isn't. Sam's the most important thing in the world. Dean would die for him a thousand times over.)
Dean's breath catches. His feet slip, and only Sam's grip keeps him from the ground. "Dean?" Sam says. "Dean!"
"Sa…"
There are so many things he wishes he'd said.
Title: my intent is but to play
Fandom: Supernatural/mythology
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Chaucer
Warnings: AU for both history and mythology
Pairings: Coyote/Gabriel
Rating: PG
Wordcount:385
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel, It all started with an introduction. "My name is Loki"
Gabriel is missing. Gabriel is dead.
o0o
He doesn't Fall, not exactly. He leaves Heaven fully intact, still bathed in pain and rage, and turns his back on everything he was and is and the family that won't stop fighting-but God lets him go.
God lets him go as an angel.
But he can't be known as an angel, because God won't strike him down. God won't protect him, either. He knew that when he left.
(God let Sammael go, too, and now only Lucifer remains. Only Satan. Once beloved, once the greatest, and now...)
He cannot be Gabriel anymore. He knew that when he left, too.
o0o
Humans are glorious. He does not worship them, and he does not love them, and they are not his superiors, but they are fascinating creatures. He was the first to ever speak to them, and after leaving, he does deliver one last message for God.
Humans look at him with so much wonder, when they know what he is. He likes that expression. And he is still the best at blending in.
o0o
There is a god that lives in an almost untouched land. Gabriel spends time with him, wandering from ocean to ocean. Their humor matches up, and they prank each other daily.
"I know what you are," Coyote tells him one night, curled up together beneath the moon.
Gabriel's wings twitch, just out of sight. He doesn't react beyond that, and, god or no, Coyote can't have felt them.
"You are a pretty bird," Coyote continues, "but we already have Raven. You'll need a different name." He nuzzles in, nosing against the junction between chin and neck. "You could be someone else's Raven," he says, nipping at Gabriel's skin. "Across the ocean, they have no sense of humor. You could teach them."
Gabriel breathes out, a noisy sigh. "What gave me away?" he asks, freeing his wings to wrap around them both.
Coyote laughs.
Three days later, Coyote's howl ringing in the air around him, Gabriel crosses an ocean and goes to a frozen land where they have need of a trickster.
o0o
Gabriel is missing. Gabriel is dead.
He smirks up at a god who is nowhere near as intimidating as Lucifer, thinks, Coyote, boy were you right, and says, "Call me Loki."
Title: I try to reach into your page and breathe it back
Fandom: White Collar/Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: post-movie; implied child abuse
Pairings: Arthur/Eames
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception, Arthur/Eames, that isn't his real name
part of a nightingale serenading the infinite
Back when he had a brother, Arthur had a different name. His mother told them once that his brother had been named for her father, and he'd been named for the love of her life.
(Dad wasn't home, that afternoon. It wasn't his name.)
No one in his current life knows about that name. He changed it for the army, and he's only thought about it once since he left his hometown.
He's thought about thinking about it recently. Since Eames. He wants someone to know. He shouldn't be the only one to remember his brother anymore.
The night he decides, he pulls out the sketch. Him and his brother, back when they were kids. Two dark haired little boys with a bright future-his twin had scribbled it out in ten minutes, one night at the dinner table. Dad broke his hand right after, angry about some bullshit, so later, in their room, he'd filled in their names: Aidan&Noah, future rulers of the world
He smiles down at his brother's face and says, "Eames'll meet you soon."
Title: I give you back your heart
Fandom: Highlander/Chuck
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: spoilers for season 2 Chuck
Pairings: Bryce/Chuck
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 295
Point of view: third
Prompt: Chuck/White Collar, Neal, Chuck/Bryce, "He's dead, Chuck. Let him go."
Notes: I misread the prompt and somehow totally forgot about the White Collar part. Oops.
Bryce comes back to life with a gasp. He feels the Old Man immediately, before he finishes the first breath.
"Fuck," he coughs.
"Eloquent as always," the man he first knew as Matthew says. "Your deaths have become even more dramatic, Borias." He sounds as American as Chuck. It's weird.
Bryce stares up at him. "I don't suppose you know if Chuck's okay?" he asks, sure the answer will be some variation of I don't know, and I care even less. Stupid boy.
"Considering the fact you've already come back from the dead once for him..." Matthew pauses, watching Bryce with the sharp eyes that have always seen straight through him. "I don't like the people you've been working for, Bryce," he says. "They don't take proper care of you."
Bryce rolls over, pushing himself to his feet. Matthew stands with him, coming close enough to touch. "It was kind of an accident," Bryce mutters, stretching.
"I'll deal with them," the Old Man says, anger simmering in the words. Bryce hasn't heard that tone in a long time.
Bryce freezes. "Sir?" he says quietly. "It's my mess. I'll clean it up." The last time he heard that tone, an entire village died in one afternoon. Bryce doesn't care about the CIA or Fulcrum or any of that crap, and he never actually did. But he does care about Chuck. And if the Old Man goes on a crusade...
"You'll go back to your mortal," Matthew commands, "and you'll convince him to keep his mouth shut. I'll handle everything else."
There is only one answer to that. Bryce lowers his head and says, "Thank you."
Matthew kisses his forehead. Bryce doesn't think he's meant to hear Matthew murmur, "I wish Kronos had been more like you."
Title: I thought of your body as one thinks of murder
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: very future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 90
Point of view: third
Prompt: Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar, "I don't need you anymore."
He asked for Mohinder's help, once. He sometimes wonders how much of what happened would've been avoided, if Mohinder had just given him that help.
The rest of the time, he doesn't care. In the end, he got what he wanted. In the end, he's a god and a king and the only special person left, and if Mohinder had helped him that day...
He wouldn't be here. He's almost sure of that.
Sometimes, he wishes Mohinder were still around to reward. The rest of the time... he doesn't care.