Fic post [multiple fandoms]
Some short fics that I wrote for comment_fic
Prompt:
Eureka, Carter/Stark, www.hasthelhcdestroyedtheearth.com
“I don’t like it. Something that big? It’s bound to go wrong one day. And who’ll get stuck clearing up the mess afterwards? The… Swiss equivalent of me, that’s who.”
Nathan closed his eyes for a second, trying to find the patience not to just punch the Sheriff. “For the last time, Carter. It is fine. There is nothing wrong… nothing wrong… with the large hadron collider.” Using his best talking-to-non-geniuses voice, he added. “They sent years building that collider. I don’t know the specifics, but I’d say they’d probably prepared for anything over there, up to and including alien invasion. Are you happy now?”
“Not really, no.”
That was it. Nathan reached for his laptop, opened a browser window and typed an URL into the address bar. He waited a second for the page to load, then turned the computer around so that Carter could see the word NO in very big letters in the middle of the screen. He gave Carter a moment to take it in, then looked up and grinned at him.
Carter just rolled his eyes, turned, and left. Nathan just smiled to himself.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Being Human, Mitchell/Annie, left out
(post series 1)
Annie knocks once on the door of Mitchell’s room, and opens it without waiting for an answer. He’s about to protest when he sees her face. Instead he gets up and hugs her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nina’s here again.”
Oh.
Now Mitchell knows exactly what’s wrong. Ever since what happened with Owen, and since George and Nina’s relationship got Serious with a capital S, it had been hard for Annie to see people who were in a happy relationship. She kept remembering the days when she and Owen had first got together. Before… everything that happened.
Mitchell strokes her hair gently. “It’s all right. I’m here.”
She smiles against his tshirt. “I know. I just… being a ghost. I feel so left out sometimes.”
“You’re not being left out. How do you think me and George would manage without you around?”
That makes her laugh, and Mitchell knows that she’ll be all right. “You’d be hopeless.”
“Exactly.”
After that they go down to the kitchen, and Annie makes tea and they talk about silly things, TV and things she reads in the magazines she makes the boys buy her, and Annie starts to feel a little better.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Being Human, Mitchell/Annie, collection of memories
(post series 1)
She’s sitting on the doorstep of their house, enjoying the sunshine even though technically speaking, she can’t exactly feel the warmth any more. She’s been thinking about her existence recently… she’s starting to think that she doesn’t mind it so much. She has friends and a house and people to talk to. That’s more than lots of people have.
Then again, most people don’t have to wonder about what they are, whether or not they’re really here or really a person any more or if they’re just an echo that hasn’t faded yet, just a collection of memories…
She thinks about these things, on the doorstep where no-one else can see her. Mitchell opens the door and sits down next to her. He puts his sunglasses on, and sits there next to her, looking for all the world like a normal guy enjoying a sunny day.
Annie knows better, though, and she also knows what he’d doing, and she’s grateful. He’s giving her companionship, the comfortable silence of good friends, and helping her stay connected to the world. He does it without her saying anything, and she knows that he knows she’s grateful.
It’s just the kind of relationship they have.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Buffy, Buffy/Spike, why didn't you come see me? call? write? send a fucking post card?
(post-Chosen, post-Not Fade Away)
Warning for swearing, spoilers for the final episodes of bothe BtVS and AtS. AU for the comics.
When Xander told her that some people were arriving from L.A., she hadn’t really known what to expect. Part of her hopes that it’s Angel, but if it is she doesn’t know what she’ll say to him.
The moment comes, and she sees him walk in, accompanied by a teenaged boy, a woman with blue hair who’s wearing an awful lot of leather for one quite small person, and… Spike. Her mouth opens by itself and her eyes widen. She barely hears Angel when he introduces the boy as his son and the woman as Illyria, whoever that is. She shakes herself, then grabs Spike by his shirt and drags him into the next room, shutting the door after them before she turns to him.
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?”
He has the decency to look embarrassed.
“Uh…”
“I thought you were dead. I grieved. What happened? How did you get here?”
“That amulet thing. It found its way back to L.A. I got dragged along for the ride. Have you got any idea what it’s like being a ghost vampire haunting Wolfram and bloody Hart?”
She just looks at him. “You’re not a ghost now. You could have found me. Called me.”
“Didn’t want to hurt you any more.”
“So you thought it would be better to let me think you were dead? Why didn't you come see me? Write? Send a fucking postcard? Anything would have been better than thinking you dead.”
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“Sorry’s not going to be enough, not this time. How do I know you’re not going to disappear again?”
“I’m not. Me ‘n Angel and the kid and Illyria… we’re here for good. Got nowhere else.”
She seems somewhat mollified by that. “Well. Maybe you can earn your forgiveness then.”
“I can do that.”
“Start by explaining how come Angel has a son Dawn’s age?”
He smiles weakly, and tries to remember what he’d been told.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Dresden Files (bookverse), Harry/Subconscious!Harry, 'I know everything about you - even the things you don't like to acknowledge.'
Spoiler for Blood Rites. Inspired by something I noticed in Turn Coat.
I fell into bed, exhausted after yet another long day (believe me, you don’t want to know), hoping for a few hours of restful, dreamless sleep to recharge the batteries.
No such luck.
No sooner was I asleep, but I found myself looking at my own subconscious. Did I tell you about him? He looks… well, like me. Only neater. Somehow he always manages to be better-dressed, too. And he’s kind of a jerk.
Anyway, there I was, looking at myself standing there, wondering what I wanted with me. Nothing could have prepared me for the punch.
“Ouch. Hell’s bells, what was that for?”
“Being an idiot.”
“Could you be any more specific?”
My subconscious glared at me. “I know all about you, you know. I know everything about you - even the things you don’t like to acknowledge. Try to remember that.”
“Look, it’s been a long day. What am I doing here?”
My subconscious stepped closer and said quietly, “I know about the thoughts. You know which ones. And, to be honest, I don’t see why you’re being so uptight about it. There are plenty of people who swing both ways, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Ah. Those thoughts.”
“Yeah. So… the reason you’re here, if you still want to know… if you think about someone that much, if you keep admiring their… physique… as much as you’ve been doing… then it means something. Stop kidding yourself.”
“He’s my brother.”
“Half-brother. Makes all the difference. It’s not like there’s any risk of either of you getting pregnant and having inbred babies.”
“He’s a vampire.”
“You could work something out if you tried.”
“I… are you serious?”
“Yeah. The unresolved sexual tension is killing me here. And actually, while we’re on the subject… about Murphy…”
At that point I woke up, hoping fervently that the whole thing was just a dream.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Eureka, Carter/Stark, www.hasthelhcdestroyedtheearth.com
“I don’t like it. Something that big? It’s bound to go wrong one day. And who’ll get stuck clearing up the mess afterwards? The… Swiss equivalent of me, that’s who.”
Nathan closed his eyes for a second, trying to find the patience not to just punch the Sheriff. “For the last time, Carter. It is fine. There is nothing wrong… nothing wrong… with the large hadron collider.” Using his best talking-to-non-geniuses voice, he added. “They sent years building that collider. I don’t know the specifics, but I’d say they’d probably prepared for anything over there, up to and including alien invasion. Are you happy now?”
“Not really, no.”
That was it. Nathan reached for his laptop, opened a browser window and typed an URL into the address bar. He waited a second for the page to load, then turned the computer around so that Carter could see the word NO in very big letters in the middle of the screen. He gave Carter a moment to take it in, then looked up and grinned at him.
Carter just rolled his eyes, turned, and left. Nathan just smiled to himself.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Being Human, Mitchell/Annie, left out
(post series 1)
Annie knocks once on the door of Mitchell’s room, and opens it without waiting for an answer. He’s about to protest when he sees her face. Instead he gets up and hugs her.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nina’s here again.”
Oh.
Now Mitchell knows exactly what’s wrong. Ever since what happened with Owen, and since George and Nina’s relationship got Serious with a capital S, it had been hard for Annie to see people who were in a happy relationship. She kept remembering the days when she and Owen had first got together. Before… everything that happened.
Mitchell strokes her hair gently. “It’s all right. I’m here.”
She smiles against his tshirt. “I know. I just… being a ghost. I feel so left out sometimes.”
“You’re not being left out. How do you think me and George would manage without you around?”
That makes her laugh, and Mitchell knows that she’ll be all right. “You’d be hopeless.”
“Exactly.”
After that they go down to the kitchen, and Annie makes tea and they talk about silly things, TV and things she reads in the magazines she makes the boys buy her, and Annie starts to feel a little better.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Being Human, Mitchell/Annie, collection of memories
(post series 1)
She’s sitting on the doorstep of their house, enjoying the sunshine even though technically speaking, she can’t exactly feel the warmth any more. She’s been thinking about her existence recently… she’s starting to think that she doesn’t mind it so much. She has friends and a house and people to talk to. That’s more than lots of people have.
Then again, most people don’t have to wonder about what they are, whether or not they’re really here or really a person any more or if they’re just an echo that hasn’t faded yet, just a collection of memories…
She thinks about these things, on the doorstep where no-one else can see her. Mitchell opens the door and sits down next to her. He puts his sunglasses on, and sits there next to her, looking for all the world like a normal guy enjoying a sunny day.
Annie knows better, though, and she also knows what he’d doing, and she’s grateful. He’s giving her companionship, the comfortable silence of good friends, and helping her stay connected to the world. He does it without her saying anything, and she knows that he knows she’s grateful.
It’s just the kind of relationship they have.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Buffy, Buffy/Spike, why didn't you come see me? call? write? send a fucking post card?
(post-Chosen, post-Not Fade Away)
Warning for swearing, spoilers for the final episodes of bothe BtVS and AtS. AU for the comics.
When Xander told her that some people were arriving from L.A., she hadn’t really known what to expect. Part of her hopes that it’s Angel, but if it is she doesn’t know what she’ll say to him.
The moment comes, and she sees him walk in, accompanied by a teenaged boy, a woman with blue hair who’s wearing an awful lot of leather for one quite small person, and… Spike. Her mouth opens by itself and her eyes widen. She barely hears Angel when he introduces the boy as his son and the woman as Illyria, whoever that is. She shakes herself, then grabs Spike by his shirt and drags him into the next room, shutting the door after them before she turns to him.
“What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here?”
He has the decency to look embarrassed.
“Uh…”
“I thought you were dead. I grieved. What happened? How did you get here?”
“That amulet thing. It found its way back to L.A. I got dragged along for the ride. Have you got any idea what it’s like being a ghost vampire haunting Wolfram and bloody Hart?”
She just looks at him. “You’re not a ghost now. You could have found me. Called me.”
“Didn’t want to hurt you any more.”
“So you thought it would be better to let me think you were dead? Why didn't you come see me? Write? Send a fucking postcard? Anything would have been better than thinking you dead.”
“Would it help if I said I was sorry?”
“Sorry’s not going to be enough, not this time. How do I know you’re not going to disappear again?”
“I’m not. Me ‘n Angel and the kid and Illyria… we’re here for good. Got nowhere else.”
She seems somewhat mollified by that. “Well. Maybe you can earn your forgiveness then.”
“I can do that.”
“Start by explaining how come Angel has a son Dawn’s age?”
He smiles weakly, and tries to remember what he’d been told.
~~~~~
Prompt:
Dresden Files (bookverse), Harry/Subconscious!Harry, 'I know everything about you - even the things you don't like to acknowledge.'
Spoiler for Blood Rites. Inspired by something I noticed in Turn Coat.
I fell into bed, exhausted after yet another long day (believe me, you don’t want to know), hoping for a few hours of restful, dreamless sleep to recharge the batteries.
No such luck.
No sooner was I asleep, but I found myself looking at my own subconscious. Did I tell you about him? He looks… well, like me. Only neater. Somehow he always manages to be better-dressed, too. And he’s kind of a jerk.
Anyway, there I was, looking at myself standing there, wondering what I wanted with me. Nothing could have prepared me for the punch.
“Ouch. Hell’s bells, what was that for?”
“Being an idiot.”
“Could you be any more specific?”
My subconscious glared at me. “I know all about you, you know. I know everything about you - even the things you don’t like to acknowledge. Try to remember that.”
“Look, it’s been a long day. What am I doing here?”
My subconscious stepped closer and said quietly, “I know about the thoughts. You know which ones. And, to be honest, I don’t see why you’re being so uptight about it. There are plenty of people who swing both ways, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Ah. Those thoughts.”
“Yeah. So… the reason you’re here, if you still want to know… if you think about someone that much, if you keep admiring their… physique… as much as you’ve been doing… then it means something. Stop kidding yourself.”
“He’s my brother.”
“Half-brother. Makes all the difference. It’s not like there’s any risk of either of you getting pregnant and having inbred babies.”
“He’s a vampire.”
“You could work something out if you tried.”
“I… are you serious?”
“Yeah. The unresolved sexual tension is killing me here. And actually, while we’re on the subject… about Murphy…”
At that point I woke up, hoping fervently that the whole thing was just a dream.
~~~~~