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tigriswolfTitle: need-to-know
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for season 2
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount:165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Eliot/Anyone, talking about the past
Eliot never mentions any time in his life before his twentieth birthday. He once told Sophie about the farm he was living at then, and the bay mare he'd loved. He only left when she died.
Nate and Hardison have both researched him, Nate when he was chasing a ghost and Hardison when he learned who his new teammates were. There are files upon files for Eliot Spencer, but none of them say anything real, anything beyond speculation.
But Eliot never talks about his life, beyond little tidbits that might relate to a case. And even then, with consideration, those tidbits are from after his twentieth birthday.
After the job in the boxing ring, Sophie thinks she's learned something important about Eliot Spencer. After Eliot gently coaches Hardison in self-defense, so does he. Eliot talks Parker through a nightmare and Nate off a bender, and they're all so sure they know him.
They don't, but that's need-to-know information and his past is his.
Title: away to the never never land
Fandom: Peter Pan
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU? Future!fic?
Pairings: Peter/Wendy
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100ish
Point of view: third
Prompt: Peter, He grew up. He went to the war
Death is forever. In Neverland, things were different.
He didn't know. He didn't understand.
He wanted the Wendybird. He loved her, and she needed him to become a man before she'd be his.
He left Neverland for London, and flying for guns. Instead of the leader, he was the follower, and in this war, everyone died.
He never got his Wendybird and she left a daisy-chain on an empty grave. .
Title: God will grow no talons at his heels
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Wilfred Owen
Warnings: pre-series
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount:180
Point of view: first
Prompt: John/either young Winchester, Arms and the Boy - Wilfred Owen
Dean as a toddler had this laugh, fuck, but it was beautiful. Like the sound of sunshine after a long storm, when the clouds pass and the rain's gone. He'd grin and all the world'd light up.
I took that laugh away, you know. Me and my crusade, my guns and my training, how often I told him to focus, quit playing, look after your brother, Dean, grow up, boy.
I told him to grow up. I stole that laughter, and his sunshine-grin.
He still smiles. He still laughs. But never so loud, never so long, never enough to paint the world with his joy.
That smile, that laughter, it was just like his mother's, and now she's even more out of my reach, just like that toddler he used to be, always so happy to see me.
I gave my boy a gun and told him to shoot. Only his brother gets the full glow of his grin and the total abandon of his laughter anymore.
I turned my child into a warrior and losing his laughter is only my due.
Title: iron and steel
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: non-supernatural AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sam, Dean & Henricksen, caught
The brothers are tried separately. Convicted apart. Sent to prisons on opposite sides of the country, just in case.
Victor attends both trials and escorts both men to their new homes, what should be their final resting places.
Dean gets the death penalty. Sam gets life in solitary.
As Victor watches the guards lead the brothers down the halls, Dean smirks over his shoulder and Sam doesn't look back.
A month later—a goddamned month—both brothers somehow escape.
Victor sleeps with a gun under his pillow and stashes a weapon in every room, but he knows it won't matter. Before, when he hunted them, the Winchesters underestimated him. They won't make that mistake again, and he'll be dead soon, since he's the only man who ever caught them.
All the greatest predators hate being caged.
Title: two of a kind
Fandom: White Collar/Psych
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 105
Point of view: third
Prompt: White Collar/Psych, Peter/Neal & Shawn/Lassiter, similar boyfriends
"Peter seems like a lot of fun," Shawn says to Neal, while handing over some of Neal's money for their pineapple smoothies.
Neal grins, snatching some cash from Shawn's pocket to replace the funds. "About as much fun as your guard-dog over there, Shawnie."
Peter keeps his eyes on Shawn and Neal; Lassiter's gaze rotates between all entrances and exits.
And Gus just sighs, knowing that no matter how careful the good lawmen were, Neal and Shawn will wreak some havoc and he—like always—will have to clean up the mess.
He really hates it when any buddy from Shawn's travels shows up.
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Date: 2010-11-21 10:18 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:41 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading!
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Date: 2010-11-22 01:15 am (UTC)Also liked the other SPN one, and loved that Shawn and Neal were buying pineapple smoothies. Fun!
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-22 01:39 am (UTC)But never so loud, never so long, never enough to paint the world with his joy.
Loved that bit.
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Date: 2010-11-22 02:41 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-11-22 07:00 am (UTC)♥♥♥
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