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tigriswolfTitle: every drop in the ocean
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: pre-movie
Pairings: Poseidon/Sally
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 400
Point of view: third
Prompt: Poseidon/Sally Jackson, A queen among mortals
What many of his mortal lovers hadn't understood was this: Poseidon is the ocean. He is the depths and the tempests, the salt and the roar, the shallows and all the creatures of the water.
What many of his mortal lovers hadn't been able to handle was this: he would never be fully theirs, never live on land, never attend functions or respond to any name but God of the Sea.
He saved Sally's life when her sailboat went down, but only out of boredom. And as soon as she awoke and realized she still lived, she was demanding answers. No mortal had spoken to him so since Odysseus.
He returned Sally to the land and stayed with her for almost a year. He tried to divide his attention equally, but he knew the ocean suffered.
The moment Sally told him that she carried his child, he knew the choice had been made. He loved her as he had never loved another, and offered her godhood—she said no. She did not want to live forever, or hold lives in her hand. She simply wanted to live, do her best to make a positive difference on the world, and then—when the time came—die and move on to whatever came next.
And Poseidon, for the first time in his existence, wanted the same.
He kissed her and prepared to cast aside all trappings of God of the Sea, and then Zeus reached down and pulled him away.
Poseidon did not speak to his brother for fifteen years. He watched Sally from afar, saw her fading by the day, tired and weary and so much older than when he'd last kissed her.
And Percy, his son, the youngest and most beloved of all his children...
Percy, he saw, had his father's temper, but he hoped the boy had his mother's heart. And though Zeus declared he could not talk to the child, Poseidon is the ocean, and water is everywhere.
Once the true lightning thief was caught, once the mess was cleared up, Poseidon would talk to Zeus, convince some of the others, have the ban lifted. He needed to hold Sally again, to kiss her at least once more. She was mortal, and mortals lived distressingly short lives. She wouldn't become a god and he wouldn't become human, but there were still a good number of years left in her life.
Title: looking back, everything is 20/20
Fandom: NCIS
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: implied Gibbs/Tony
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 70
Point of view: third
Prompt: Tony/Gibbs, McGee finding out about it
After the first few moments of what? no way. seriously? he realizes it's not that big of a shock.
Abby bounces in place, waiting for him to work through it, excited to finally have someone else to talk to, while Ducky is calm, sharp eyes assessing Tim's face.
Finally, Tim slaps the back of his own head and says, "It was so obvious." And in hindsight, it really is.
Title: the greatest game
Fandom: White Collar/Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for 6.2 of Supernatural
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Neal +or/ any, Neal is a shapeshifter
He drops the child off at one of his safe-houses, in care of his oldest daughter; she smiles as she takes the infant, assuring him that the others are all accounted for and sleeping.
He only stays a few minutes, and as he goes, he calls in a long-owed favor—his brother answers immediately, and his concerns of safety are alleviated as what the hunters would term the werewolf king sends his strongest pack to guard the property.
Dawn will come soon and he is four states away from New York. For a moment he ponders abandoning the identity, but so much effort has been put into it already, almost three decades worth.
It is an hour before he is in his apartment, and one of his oldest friends smiles as she passes him on the stairs; in silence he cancels the spell on his anklet, shifts his face to that of Neal Caffrey, and, as the sun rises, smiles at the mirror.
Title: villainy
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for both shows
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Lex +or/ any, Lex was one of the YED's special children and he and Sam are the last ones standing
He doesn't have the flashiest of powers, or the greatest strength. But he is patient, and he is rich, and he is determined—above all—to win.
And when all but one other of Azazel's chosen are dead, he finally steps out of the shadows for a face-to-face confrontation.
Lex has an army waiting for his word, people handpicked over the last few years, and he has an intuition for how to bend the strings of reality to coerce things to his will.
Sam Winchester has a determination to match Lex's own, a lifetime of training, and his big brother.
Title: so much more dangerous
Fandom: Chuck/Leverage
Warnings: pre-series for both
Pairings: pre-Bryce/Eliot
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 120
Point of view: third
Prompt: Bryce/Eliot, not his usual type
Eliot usually prefers them rougher around the edges, a man who looks like he could take Eliot apart if he wanted—which, of course, couldn't actually happen, but the illusion is nice enough.
This one, though, is almost too pretty, is slick and cool, his eyes just as blue as Eliot's, and just as much of a lie.
This one, he's dangerous, alright, but it isn't obvious to look at him. He looks nice, and sweet, a gentleman who'd help little old ladies cross the street.
Eliot smiles at him, and he smiles back, asks Eliot what he'd like to drink, and he's so not Eliot's usual type, but Eliot's pretty sure he's not this guy's usual type, either.