comment_fic 321-325: Supernatural, White Collar, NCIS

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Title: deathbed deep in sores
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: takes place in Hell
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Alastair, Carved your heart out myself

Souls can't die, not in Hell, and Alistair's already drained him dry. Thirty years(more like a million) and Dean has nothing left, no anger and no hope, not even despair, he's empty.

He has to say yes.

He doesn't.

He raises his head, chest gaping open and veins sliced clean through, and he looks Alistair in the eye, smartass smirk curving his lips, and he says, voice silky and strong, Give me that razor, dude, let me show you how it's done.

And Alistair wakes from his first dream since he sold his soul to Satan, and he goes to the workroom where Dean Winchester is spread wide, waiting for him.

And Dean raises his head, smirking, to meet Alistair's eyes.




 

Title: between longing and let go
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Betsy Sholl
Warnings: underage non-con, prison rape
Pairings: OMCs/Neal, Peter/Neal
Rating: R
Wordcount: 580
Point of view: third
Prompt: Peter/Neal, Someone makes a crack about Peter being Neal's father; which does not go down well seeing as Neal's father was an abusive ass and Neal is sleeping with Peter.

He still wakes up trembling sometimes. He'd buried it before prison, with Kate and Moz and the perfect facade of Neal Caffrey, but prison tore it wide open and made everything bleed again.

They called him Caffrey in prison, and called him hundreds of other things, and touched him and fucked him, and he bled so very much...

But he's out now, he's with Moz again, and trying to find Kate (he knows they're done, knows she got whatever she wanted, knows she was never what he thought), and Peter, Peter—

Peter put him in prison. Peter locked him there and never checked on him. Neal thought about escaping every day, but he deserved to be punished (for a million things, tiny crimes that didn't hurt anyone, all those people he's never seen who did get hurt by whatever he did, and for-for-no, no, not thinking about it) he deserved to be punished, so he stayed in prison until Kate left, and then Peter caught him again.

And he has Peter now, Peter who is gentle or rough depending on what Neal asks for, because he gives Neal a choice, and if it aches every time Peter calls him Neal orCaffrey, well. What else should Peter call him? Peter knows a dozen fake names and thinks Neal Caffrey is the true one.

He's not boy in Peter's bed, or anything else he got called in prison.

Best of all, he's not son.

But this guy, this guy, Peter's mentor, he doesn't know. He's a good guy, and Peter loves him, but he doesn't know. And he says, So, you adoptin' stray convicts now, Pete? and he's laughing, clapping Peter on the back, and he says, Gonna name him Neal Burke? and Peter's smiling at him, at this old man who doesn't know, and he says, Could do worse than Pete here for a new dad, Caffrey, and Neal…

Bolts. Out the office, down the stairs three at a time, through the doors to the emergency exit, and is gone.

He doesn't cut the anklet.

He's five years old and Daddy's angry, screaming about whores who spread their legs for anyone, and he's hungry and he's thirsty and Mama's not moving, and Daddy turns to him.

He's eight and Daddy's friend is back again. He doesn't even cry anymore.

He's twelve and the bastard's friend has a gun, and he's done with this, he's done with the pain and the blood and the fear, and he hasn't fought in so long no one expects it when he does.

He's fourteen and the streets aren't kind to boys as beautiful as he is, but this guy, this short and rambly guy, he's different. So he goes home with the guy, and the guy doesn't fuck him, and no one else fucks him without consent until he's tossed into prison.

He's thirty and he's Neal Caffrey, and he's wedged into a closet in Peter Burke's house. And Satchmo is whining at his feet, and Elizabeth is sitting out in the hall, just talking, and Peter's crouched in the doorway, hand in the air, waiting for Neal's move.

So Neal takes a deep breath, and he says, You're not my father.

Peter smiles at him and says, I'm not.

Neal nods. You're a good man, Neal says. Like Moz. You both saved me.

He doesn't mention prison. He closes his eyes, clutches Peter's hand, and shoves everything back into the box, locks it away tight, and breathes.




 

Title: watercooler
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for up to season 6
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: Tony/Gibbs, parent-child- and love-relationship

 

Everyone knows they're fucking. From the lowliest janitor to Vance, everyone knows they're knocking boots and sharing a bed and however else it's said. Hell, even the SecNav's made a crack or two and it's watercooler discussion at half a dozen letters of the alphabet.

Jackson Gibbs and Abby spent an entire hour talking about it, when they thought Tony's hero-worship and Gibbs' obsession of protection slipped over into necking, and McGee took a good twenty minutes out of his day to explain to Ziva the meaning of what she overheard in the ladies' room.

Fornell's had an ongoing discussion with Ducky for the past eight years, and every other team lead in the agency's told their various probies in no-uncertain terms to never say anything in the building, because Gibbs has goddamned sonar for things involving him or DiNozzo.

So, yeah. Everyone knows beyond all doubt that they've been lovers since a couple months after Gibbs poached DiNozzo from Baltimore.

Everyone's wrong. They're more than friends, yeah, but that's the wrong kind of love. It's not exactly father/son or brothers, but somewhere between the two.

Gibbs would still kill for Tony and Tony would still die for Gibbs, and Tony thinks all the wondering over the years is hilarious. Secretly, Gibbs does, too.

Title: trigger
Fandom: White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for the fact that Neal knows how to use a gun
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Peter/Neal, Peter's the only reason Neal would ever pick up a gun

Everyone who's anyone knows that Neal Caffrey doesn't like guns. Most people don't know, though, that he's really good with them. He wasn't always Neal Caffrey, and all those records? Burnt. No evidence anywhere before Neal Caffrey.

But that's not what's important right now. What's important is this:

Peter, barely conscious and demanding Neal leave him behind; the anklet, cut and left back at the meeting point; their witness who turned out to be the bad guy, wanting Neal to work for him and not caring who gets killed or hurt in the process.

And Peter's gun, on the floor at Neal's feet.

But Neal Caffrey doesn't like guns, and the bad guy hasn't even glanced at it since he knocked it from Peter's hand.

Peter knows Neal can use a gun. But Peter's about to black-out and the bad guy won't shut up, and Peter needs help. Right now.

Six goons, the head honcho, a downed FBI agent, and an ex-con consultant without a documented past.

And a gun, fully loaded, and no back-up on the way.

Yeah. Neal hates guns, but he's really goddamned good with them.

Everyone leaves that warehouse alive, but only two people are happy about it.



 

Title: all the souls in Heaven
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU after season 5
Pairings: pre-Lucifer/Jo
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Point of view: third
Prompt: Jo/Lucifer, the last two standing.

In the end, there is one soul left in Heaven. After the hordes, after the fire, after God's wingbeats are no longer heard, after the door is unlocked and Lucifer steps out again, there is one soul left in all of Heaven.

All the rest have gone, followed God's trail of feathers.

A single soul stayed behind. Even she doesn't yet know why.

But Lucifer steps out of his cage, again, fire and ice and blood and stubbornness, in the form he first wore, when God fashioned everything.

And he looks around, the last of all demons and angels, at the destruction wreaked while he was gone.

In all of Hell, there are no demons and no souls. Nothing but a lake of languishing fire. He is alone, the last angel. He doesn't know if he's still the lord of demons when there are no demons left to command.

Hell is empty. Earth is barren. And Heaven... he turns his gaze there, to see a single soul on the tarnished street.

In all of his existence, she is the most beautiful thing he's ever looked upon, in this place where they alone remain.

A thought and he stands before her, seeing her as she was in life, driven and stubborn and proud. Determined to succeed, to save lives, to destroy evil.

She did, he knows. He also knows that she died that same day he summoned Death, that she died so the Winchesters might destroy him.

"Hello," he says.

She stands, meeting his eyes, and says, "I guess you're why I stayed."

Lucifer smiles, holding out a hand.

Jo smiles, taking it.