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tigriswolfTitle: feline admissions
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place in season 1
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 180
Point of view: third
Prompt: LSU
Notes: see this for an explanation and this for fun
Sam applied to every college he could think of, in all fifty states. He got accepted at all of them, too. Finally, the choice came down to Stanford in California or LSU in Louisiana. Stanford definitely had the better reputation, but Dean always cheered for LSU if they ever caught a game on TV.
In the end, Sam chose Stanford because he remembered summers in Louisiana . even the winters were sometimes too damn hot.
After Jessica, on the road again with Dean, Sam doesn’t really think of LSU until the first time they pass within a hundred miles of Baton Rouge and Dean says, “Hey, we gotta go see Mike.”
“Mike?” Sam asks, but Dean just grins.
Soon enough, they’re on the LSU campus and Dean’s bouncing. He parks and hurries to a massive enclosure. “Mike,” Sam mutters. “Duh.”
Dean’s always been a fan of tigers.
Sam checks both ways before crossing the street to join his brother. Mike is crouched down, lapping water from his pool, and Dean is smiling so wide he looks all of four years old.
Title: well then, game over
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken.
Warnings: spoilers for both seasons
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 445
Point of view: third
Prompt: perish
Whenever he imagined this moment, he thought it’d be… more. Just more. Spectacular or awesome, or something. Not like this.
He can hear them, Parker and Sophie and Eliot and Nate. Their first true job as a team again, after Nate got out and Sophie came back. Their family, whole again.
He coughs, spitting out blood. Not good. Not good at all, and “Y’alright?” Eliot asks through the com. Clearing the way home. Sophie’s distracting the mark, Nate’s securing another exit, and Parker’s in the vault. He’s their eye in the sky, their safety net.
“Fine,” he says. “Just… keep doin’ what you’re doin’.”
“Hardison?” Parker says. “You sound—”
“’m’fine,” he interrupts her. “Just get out.”
He’s really cold now. They think he’s in the van—no, no, they don’t. He killed Lucille for Nate. He should make sure Nate knows he’s not angry about that anymore, because he’s not. Lucille stayed with him for years, ever since Nana gave her to him after graduation, but Lucille wasn’t—she was a van. And he has the team now.
“Nate,” he says, carefully enunciating so they don’t realize how much trouble he’s having with words. “Nate, I’d kill Lucille for you again, if I had to.”
Nate doesn’t respond because he’s conning a guard, but Eliot says, “Hardison, what?!”
Hardison’s not in their new van, the nameless and soulless hunk of metal that’ll never replace Lucille. The van is in the right place for the team, but Hardison had to distract the bad guy’s goons, and he’s so cold. And his mouth keeps bleeding for some reason, but he can’t find the wound with his tongue, and his whole body hurts, but only his mouth is bleeding, which makes no sense at all.
“Hardison!” Eliot shouts. “We’re at the van—where the fuck’re you?!”
“It’s… it’s been an honor…” he slurs, and even he can hear how little control he has over the words. “Y’all’re the be-best team a thief… could ever work with.”
“Find him!” he hears over the headset he took from goon numero uno. “He has to be here somewhere!”
Smiling, knowing his family is searching around the van and’ll be safe, he flips the switch and lights the villain’s headquarters on fire.
He won’t be cold for long, and maybe this death isn’t how he always imagined dying—but Parker and Eliot and Sophie and Nate are safe, and that’s what’s important.
“It’s been an honor,” he says again, unsure if they can even hear him. “I love all y’all. Take care’a each other, ‘kay? I love y’all.”
He takes out his com and notices he’s not cold anymore.
Title: the Judas lullaby
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU
Pairings: mentions of Kate/Neal, implied Peter/Neal
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 170
Point of view: third
Notes: part of a longer ‘verse that may never be completed, but stands alone fairly well
After the disastrous meeting with Peter, she runs. She flees the States and sheds that identity, becoming someone else far away.
Yes, Neal is sitting pretty on a pot of gold, but the payoff isn’t worth the hassle. He may have loved her, but he sure didn’t trust her and Peter’s staked his claim, anyway. New York and Neal are both his. She effectively ceded any claim when she left, and she knew it then—four months before he got out, and he would have shared his millions with her had she but waited.
And now none of it is for her. Peter is a dangerous enemy and she can’t beat him. Won’t even try. She brought him into this with a tip about Neal—always a game, and Neal always won, until he didn’t—and now she’s been warned.
A single warning. That’s how the masters play. A single warning—if unheeded, next a single strike.
She’s had the warning, so she runs. America’s gotten boring, anyway.
Title: just a game of telephone (but I’ll tell you the truth, and I’ll tell you true)
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: if you recognize them, they’re not mine
Warnings: distant future!fic
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 725
Point of view: first
Prompt: hallowed
Hey, kid, what’re you doin’? No, no, come away from there. We don’t go there—it’s haunted. Hallowed. Why, no one’s set foot there since… hmm. My grandpa’s day, at least. Even then, it was rundown, old. No, don’t go there.
C’mon in. I just baked some cookies, got a full jug of milk. If you need proof for your friends, I got some old collectibles I’ll loan you.
Don’t worry—all’a ‘em took somethin’ of mine to prove they went. It’s part of the tradition; you new here? Thought so. All the kids born and raised ‘round here know from the cradle to not go past the fence. I’ll have a stern talkin’-to with those’ns. They should be more careful with newcomers. Y’all’re all so fragile.
Don’t be ashamed, boyo. Come now, show me a smile. I’ll tell you why we don’t go there, and you make sure any siblings ya got know the story too, yeah?
Well, it goes something like this:
In the days before the War, the days of ipods and computers, two brothers opened a door they shouldn’t’ve and unleashed an evil so great it started to eat the world. When the brothers, Dan and Saul, realized what they’d done, they tried to fix it. Saul had one of the Winged Messengers as an ally and had escaped from the Torment, and Dan was gifted with abilities the likes of which none of us folk have anymore. He could read secret thoughts and call down lighting and a dozen other things.
Other people tried to help the brothers, but all died because Dan and Saul were chosen, y’see. That’s why they could open the door in the first place: their blood was the key. And the evil wanted Dan. It chased him while he and his brother chased it, and ‘round and ‘round they went. All the time they fought, the evil burned the world, until finally Dan said, “Enough, monster. We’ll fight face to face."
And they did, right up there in that house. For days they tangled. At the end of the battle, Dan and the evil were both gone, and most of the block with ‘em. Saul, barely alive, crawled for miles ‘til someone helped him. His ally, the last of the Winged Messengers, died to save him during Dan’s battle, so Saul’s the only one to ever know what really happened in that house.
Anyway, after Saul healed up, he came back and rebuilt the house, and there he lived alone for a long time. But eventually, people started moving in and set up Town, and the one day, a man showed up at Saul’s house, claiming to be his son.
Saul looked him right in the eye and said, “That you are.”
When Saul died, decades after Dan, his son Blake stayed in the house. He had kids of his own, but his sweetheart never set foot in the house. His kids moved away after he himself died, all but one, a daughter who built another house at the foot of the hill, this one, kiddo, and lived there.
Something haunts that house, you see. It is hallowed ground, and only blood-kin of those brothers can set foot there. Everyone else—yes, even loved ones—suffers and bleeds and dies. That’s why Blake’s girl never went there. No one can tear that house down because no one can get close enough.
They say a door is locked up there. Maybe Dan didn’t destroy the evil, just hid it away again. Maybe Dan and Saul are guarding the door they once opened.
Alls I can tell you is this: stay away from that fence. The house has killed people before, and so long as no one goes near, it won’t kill again.
Now, take this jar and tell those kids you heard a scream. It’s tradition.
Well, if you want to come back, a’course you’re welcome. I like visitin’. Yeah, I know lots of stories about Dan and Saul. They had hundreds of adventures. Come back tomorrow, if you want, and I’ll tell you about the time they fought the Demon King with only a single knife. Well, it was a special knife, you see, and—
Tomorrow, kiddo. Bring the kids who dared you. I’ll make more cookies.
Tomorrow. I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.
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Date: 2010-03-25 09:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-26 03:32 am (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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Date: 2010-03-26 03:33 am (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2010-04-03 10:57 pm (UTC)Also, I am standing next to Hardison jumping up and down and going GUYS! GUYS! OVER HERE, DAMN IT!!!
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Date: 2010-04-04 03:48 am (UTC)If it helps, I think the narrator of "telephone" is the ghost of the last Winchester descendant.
As to Hardison... however loud you yell, it doesn't matter. He's dead. *cackles*
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Date: 2010-03-26 01:57 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-26 02:17 am (UTC)I was sooooo excited to see you writing for White Collar!!
I Loved the LSU fic! Was too cute!!
I can really see Kate doing that!!
The last one was my fave! I love the fact that their names got melded and switched around! You don't know who is whom at first! It makes sense though because their stories are so intertwined and both equally important!
Thanks so much for sharing love!!!
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Date: 2010-03-26 08:10 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!
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