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tigriswolfTitle: team spirit
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 45
Point of view: third
Prompt: Team, Snowball fight.
Alec calls dibs on Eliot and Parker. Nate plans his assault with Sophie whispering in his ear, and Parker makes snowangels while Eliot rolls two dozen snowballs.
Alec will spend the next week claiming his team won. Nate will call it a draw.
Title: family
Fandom: Charmed
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: changed future; fluff
Pairings: canon
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Piper, Chris, Wyatt, Phoebe, Paige & Pru (+ Phoebe and Paige's kids), The greatest Mother's Day gift they ever got from their kids was when they summoned Pru and she actually appeared.
It occurred to Chris first, when he and Mom were flipping through old photographs, looking for a couple new ones to put on the walls.
Patty overheard when he mentioned the idea to Wyatt, and then Paul barged in, deciding there needed to be a definite plan.
Penny got involved when she found the notebook, and then Mel demanded that she wanted a part to play, too.
Chris ended up writing the final spell, a twist on the usual summoning, but it was Wyatt's raw power that made it work.
And when Aunt Prue stepped out of the circle, smiling at her nieces and nephews, while her sisters still slept (they always came to the manor for Mother's Day), Chris knew they'd done a good thing.
"C'mon," Wyatt said, herding the kids downstairs. "Let's go start breakfast."
"Chris," Aunt Prue called, following them from the attic. "Thank you."
He threw a grin over his shoulder and said, "Go visit with your sisters."
None of the Charmed Ones came down for breakfast till lunchtime, but the kids didn't mind.
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Title: breathing mirrors
Fandom: Chuck/White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for up to season 2 of "Chuck"
Pairings: a smidge of could-be Peter/Neal and Bryce/Chuck
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 330
Point of view: third
Prompt: Bryce and Neal both get the gift of a second chance at life. They decide to use it as a second chance at being brothers as well.
Noah and Brendan Lafferty were born in September, but which day only they know. Those records (actually, any records before Neal Caffrey and Bryce Larkin) are lost. They'll never be found because they were destroyed utterly. No one remembers Noah and Brendan Lafferty.
Bryce Larkin is declared dead, all evidence of him erased, and his body reported as incinerated. It's not his first death, though, and it doesn't take any more than the others have. The only thing he regrets leaving behind is Chuck, but Chuck has Sarah now.
Neal Caffrey spends almost four years in jail before escaping twice. The second one takes and he's suddenly working for the man who imprisoned him. They actually get to be pretty good friends. Neal sometimes thinks he could fall in love Peter, and it'd be easy to do.
When Brendan shows up inside Noah's apartment, it's like seeing a ghost. They haven't stood face-to-face in almost fifteen years and a great deal has changed since then. Neither of them is who they were, that day Brendan became Bryce and Noah became Neal.
They smile at each other, talk about the world and where they've been, and sit at Noah's table. Noah pulls out the leftovers from dinner and asks what Brendan plans to do now.
Brendan shrugs. "Bryce Larkin is dead, for good this time."
Noah nods. "I'm not quite ready to move on yet," he says. "You can stay if you want." He pauses, meeting Brendan's eyes. "Or we can go somewhere. Do anything."
Brendan smiles. "I think Neal Caffrey has a brother," he muses, twirling spaghetti with his fork. "Isn't his name Brent?"
Neal chuckles. "You know, I believe you're right."
When Neal knocks on Peter's door the next morning, there's a breathing mirror standing next to him and Peter's got two of them to deal with.
Neal and Brent can't stop smiling because the world is new and bright, and they've both got second chances.
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Title: rider of the sky
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: takes place sometime season 2ish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: John + team, John has a special gift but the team doesn't know until one day that John has to use his gift to rescue the team. (gift - special powers, natural gift, etc - author's choice)
There's a reason he likes to fly so much. Almost all his dreams—the ones that aren't based on actual life—are about flying, either in a man-made machine, an ancient-made machine, or using his... gift. That might be the right word.
His dad said it came from his mom's family and they never spoke of it again. Dave didn't have it, or anything like it. Just John.
And Dad told him to never ever let anyone know. Ever.
For thirty-odd years, John hid it. Never used it. Ignored it.
But now, with Rodney and Teyla and Ronon hanging in the balance, he doesn't hesitate. He rips open the shield, lunges forward, and roars fire.
Those who run, survive. Those who try to fight, die.
Rodney's unconscious, Ronon's bleeding out, and Teyla says, "John, calm. We need you to carry us to the Gate." She bandages Ronon as best she can with a broken arm and then climbs onto his neck, where she won't hinder his wings. He gently grips Rodney and Ronon in his forefeet before taking to the sky.
He's larger than he remembers, easily the size of a puddlejumper. Probably bigger. But it feels so right, so simple.
There's a reason he loves to fly.
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Title: always an answer
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 5
Pairings: pre-Castiel/Dean
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dean/Castiel, Dean's never understood that all those years he'd prayed for love, for help, for something better than a life of hunting, God heard & had answered every one in Castiel.
Over the years, Dean never actually prayed, in the traditional sense. He never prefaced his demands or requests with 'God' or 'Father', he just... directed his thoughts to the sky, since he knew no one was out there listening.
But despite what Dean knew, every single time, someone heard. And eventually, when the time was right and all the planets had aligned and the moment was at hand for the extraordinary and the unexpected and the world-changing, someone answered what Dean had never thought to be prayers.
Dean was in Hell, razor in hand, and Castiel pulled him close, gripped him tight, and raised him from Perdition.
The boy would never understand, someone knew, but that didn't truly matter. Castiel wouldn't comprehend for a long time, and that didn't matter, either.
But someone heard and someone finally replied, and that answer saved the world.