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tigriswolfTitle: think of tomorrow
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: somewhat sad
Pairings: Peter/Neal-ish
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Prompt: Neal/Peter, close your eyes
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Close your eyes, he whispers, clutching Neal's hand tight in his. Think about... one of those stores you always want to drag me to. You're there and you found the perfect hat, perfect jacket, perfect pants. June's waiting back at home with the perfect pot of coffee and El's said I can go with you.
Sou-sounds wonderful, Neal gasps. Is... He coughs, and Peter gently wipes away the blood that trickles over his lips. Is the outfit for you? he forces out, opening his brilliant blue eyes.
Yeah, Peter tells him, and finally he hears the siren. You're making me over. He laughs, a bit desperately, and Neal's gaze is knowing, through the pain. You stupid boy, he mutters, leaning down to kiss Neal’s forehead. Why would you do that?
Neal smiles up at him and says, You gotta go home to El, Peter. He coughs again and Peter looks around wildly for the ambulance. Seriously, where the fuck is it?
Close your eyes, Peter, Neal whispers. Looking back at Neal, hunching over him, he does.
It isn’t a surprise when Neal kisses him. And it isn’t a surprise when Neal’s hand goes slack in his a moment later. It’s still a punch in the gut and he presses down harder on the wound, screaming for the medics, howling for God.
God, the fucker, doesn’t answer. But the EMTs do and Peter steps back uneasily, wanting to stay by Neal’s side. He rides with Neal to the hospital.
When he finally calls El, he can’t do more than sob into the phone.
She understands, and she sobs, too.
Title: time’s ending
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: unchanged future
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Piper, being pushed beyond the limits of her powers
Her baby boy is dead. She knows—Daddy told her—that today is the day she died, in that horrific future Chris came from, but instead she's holding her baby boy as he bleeds out, and she's screaming for Leo, for Wyatt, for anyone at all who can heal, but no one comes.
Is this what it was like for him, first time around?
She tries freezing him, tries to staunching the flow with towels and her shirt, and his eyes stay closed for longer and longer as he mutters something about Mama and cold.
He dies in her arms and no one answers her calls and she can't—she can't live in a world without her baby boy, who already died once before.
She couldn't freeze him long enough to save his life. She couldn't freeze him at all because he's—he was her son, a witch, one of her own. Her baby boy.
So holding his body, covered in his blood, she screams and freezes the world. Let time end since no one came for him.
She's never experienced her own power before and she hopes it means she'll feel nothing.
(It does, and the tears freeze on her face.)
Title: giving thanks
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount :235
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Sam, "The only thing I'm thankful for is you"
The first and last actual Thanksgiving meals Sam had were at Stanford. Dean did his best most of those years they were kids, but the meager offerings were something even Sam as a boy knew weren't good enough.
Not that he didn't enjoy those times, and not that he intentionally let on to Dean his disappointment, but—well, despite what they both say, Dean's not an idiot. Not by a longshot.
He and Jess had plans to visit her family for Thanksgiving that last year. The year before that, all the kids left in the dorms had banded together. After the fire, Sam wasn’t feeling very thankful and Dean let the date slip by without mentioning. Each consecutive year, the world seemed to be conspiring against them and holidays grew steadily more painful.
And now, after they’ve both died, after Bobby’s been crippled, after Ellen and Jo and so many others… after Dean broke the first Seal and Sam blasted open the last—what do they have to be thankful for?
Sam wakes up on Thanksgiving morning prepared to ignore the day and Dean’s watching Macy’s Parade, mocking or praising the floats and the performances.
“Sammy!” he calls, throwing a pillow at Sam’s head. “Dude, you gotta see this one. It’s Shrek!”
Smiling without even thinking about it, Sam crawls down the bed to lie beside his brother.
Maybe there is something to be thankful for.
Title: first steps
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for aired season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount:120
Point of view: third
Prompt:Gabriel, leaving home
He doesn't make a big production of it like Sammael, or vanish in the quiet time like Michael. He says goodbye to Anachel and he wishes Castiel a happy day, and he lingers with a wistful glance to the spire of God's house, but that's it.
There's no point in staying here, where everyone is proper and quiet and no one mentions the war except to say how horrible Samm—Lucifer was and they’re glad he’s gone.
Gabriel is not glad. Gabriel misses his brother, both of them. He misses Sammael's wit and Michael's strength, and he cannot be where they are not, where even the sky reminds him of watching them play tag among the clouds.
So he leaves.
Title: wherever I may roam
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 77
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam and Dean, aftermath
"Sammy," he says quietly, "you don't have to do this."
"No, Dean," Sam replies just as quietly, "I really do." He doesn't look up or over, just continues, "You don't understand. I... this is just something that I..." He shakes his head.
"Well," Dean says. "Be safe."
Sam nods. He doesn't look back, just shoulders his booksack and grabs his duffel, and walks into the bus station.
Dean closes his eyes and sends up a solitary prayer.
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Date: 2010-02-13 06:55 pm (UTC)Angels do this. It's undeniable fact :D
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Date: 2010-02-14 05:44 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-02-14 12:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-02-18 08:24 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-18 05:18 pm (UTC)Oh. That hurt :( Beautiful piece.
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Date: 2010-02-18 08:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-18 08:35 pm (UTC)Also:
he cannot be where they are not
Wonderful perspective.
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Date: 2010-02-18 10:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-18 11:11 pm (UTC)I love the Thanksgiving one too and the wc
*is very happy you are writing wc*
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Date: 2010-02-19 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-18 11:22 pm (UTC)Looking forward to more!
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Date: 2010-02-19 02:44 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-02-19 06:37 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-02-19 02:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-04-15 03:32 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-04-15 01:53 pm (UTC)tigris is mean
Date: 2011-05-20 09:38 pm (UTC)YOU KILLED CHRIS! ~sobs more
...iz traumatized
However, they were both very well done. Not that that's any consolation. ~sniffles
Re: tigris is mean
Date: 2011-05-21 12:45 am (UTC)Re: tigris is mean
Date: 2011-05-21 01:00 am (UTC)