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tigriswolf) wrote2011-02-16 08:35 am
- actor: christian kane,
- actor: jared padalecki,
- actor: jeffrey dean morgan,
- actor: jensen ackles,
- actor: lucas grabeel,
- crossover fic,
- crossover: white collar/chuck,
- fanfic: chuck,
- fanfic: dark angel,
- fanfic: high school musical,
- fanfic: leverage,
- fanfic: supernatural,
- fanfic: white collar,
- fic,
- gen,
- het,
- movie fic,
- point of view: castiel,
- point of view: eliot spencer,
- point of view: neal caffrey,
- point of view: ryan evans,
- point of view: third person,
- rated pg,
- series: comment_fic,
- slash,
- title: b,
- title: i,
- title: k,
- title: l,
- title: y,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: past tense,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble
comment_fic 486-490: Leverage, HSM, SN, WC/Chuck, DA
Title: I didn't want any flowers
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: character death
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 250
Point of view: third
Prompt: Leverage, Eliot + Team, well-meaning lies
He doesn't say 'tis but a flesh wound even though he wants to. Wouldn't Hardison be shocked, that he's seen Monty Python? The dead parrot is his favorite.
He doesn't say it's just some bruises, and he doesn't say, just some cracked ribs. It's worse than that. Hell of a lot worse.
They told him to quit lying about how badly he's hurt, to stop hiding the blood and broken bones. Said it's their job to take care of him after he takes all the bullets and hits.
More than that, they said, they wanted to make sure he was as safe as he kept them.
They've scattered, supposed to meet up at Hardison's safe house for this town.
He wants to say goodbye. But if they know he's this badly hurt, they'll come after him instead of going to ground. And this way, they won't have a clue until it's too late. This way, he's keeping them safe to the last.
Besides, it's not just a flesh wound. He can feel it, the silence and darkness creeping up. Not even a hospital could save him now.
He's on a bridge, collapsed against the railing. He won't jump; he'll let Death walk right up to him, but he won't go meet the bastard ahead of time. Instead, he pulls out the com and lets it fall into the water.
His last words to his team—his family—were I'll see y'all on the other side. It wasn't a lie.
Title: duet
Fandom: High School Musical
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: post-HSM 3
Pairings: Chad/Ryan
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: High School Musical, Chad/Ryan, listening to him singing in the shower
The only place Chad sings is the shower. Sometimes he belts out the top ten or croons lullabies that Ryan barely hears over the water. Ryan listens and hums along, leaning against the bathroom door; whenever the water shuts off, he silently jumps up and heads to the kitchen or the den and makes himself busy with something.
Ever since their duet at the baseball game, Ryan's obsessed with getting Chad to sing, but he refuses. Just like he'll only dance with Ryan in the privacy of their home. He's convinced he sounds like a dying cat and has less rhythm than a zombie.
Ryan's sure he can change Chad's mind. It'll just take a long time and a few choice bribes, but Ryan doesn't mind that.
Eventually, he'll join Chad, singing in the shower.
Title: Your hand found mine
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic AU
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 110
Point of view: third
Prompt: Ben Braeden/Castiel, your father's son
The child has his father's temperament, his father's anger, and his father's eyes. He also has his father's lack of luck in all matters legal.
Castiel stands invisible before him, taking the hits from the other inmates, while Sam is conning his way into the prison. Once the records have been destroyed, Castiel will remove the child and it will be like he was never here.
The child looks at Castiel with eyes that should not see him. A smile—his father's—curves his lips, and he drawls out an insult that doubles the inmates' rage. He is so very like his father.
Castiel cannot wait to truly meet him.
Title: love is where our summer was
Fandom: White Collar/Chuck
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: child abuse; implied sexual abuse
Pairings: implied OMC/Neal
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 445
Point of view: third
Prompt: White Collar/Chuck, Neal + Bryce, James Bond and James Bonds
When they were young, Noah and Brendan Lafferty's favorite thing to do was watch old James Bond VHSs. Their father had most of the films; a box full was the only thing left behind when he didn't come back one day.
As new films were made, they would sneak into the theater, and Brendan talked about one day being James Bond. Noah promised to help him, and create any documents needed.
Dad came back their senior year. He could barely stand Noah, who was president of the art club and the lead in the play. He thought Brendan was awesome though, since Brendan had mastered all the martial arts taught in their town. Brendan had passed on the basics to Noah, but Dad didn't care about that.
Brendan wasn't there the afternoon their father finally lost his temper and grabbed Noah's arm, slamming him into a wall. Wasn't there when their father told him that he was a fag, a slut, and if he spread his legs for half the town, he'd goddamned better bring home some money for it.
Mom was upstairs, sleeping. Dad had alcohol on his breath. Brendan wasn't there.
Noah didn't fight back and hated himself for it.
When Brendan got home, Noah was in their room beneath the covers of Brendan's bed.
The next morning, their father was gone again. Noah wanted to ask; their mother did. Brendan smiled at Mom and shrugged, and sat down too close to Noah after serving them breakfast.
Dad never came back that time, and a few days later, Brendan took Noah to a desolate spot on the edge of town where the dirt was freshly turned. There, Brendan asked if Noah was ready to leave, make their dreams finally come true.
A week after that, Noah and Brendan Lafferty were dead; Neal Caffrey and Bryce Larkin were born.
Bryce went to Stanford, got recruited by the CIA, and became an American James Bond. He wrote Neal letters giving out the details that wouldn't get them both killed.
Neal went to New York and immersed himself in art like he never had at home. He created identities and painted his favorites and began making a name as the go-to guy for non-violent crime. He met Moz and wrote Bryce, telling him the funnier stories.
When he learned the name the FBI had given him, Neal called Bryce and they laughed for days. They met up at one of Neal's safe-houses and had a James Bond marathon.
(Neither of them had guessed, then, how things would go. It was so much like a movie and they'd never watched movies without a happy ending.)
Title: kill was tangled into her beginning
Fandom: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: post-series, character death
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: Dark Angel, Alec/Max, Public Enemies
They are the faces that the public sees, and they look human. Like people on the street, in the grocery store, the next-door-neighbors. They are beautiful, yes, but human.
Max is the little girl who overcame her beginnings to make something of herself and Alec is the home-town football hero, and they get the everyday normals rooting for them.
The transgenics who look less human, Joshua and Mole and all the rest, watch as Max and Alec pave the way for them. Soon enough, there is even an uneasy peace and the barricades come down.
And then White assassinates Max. Alec cradling her body is all the news shows for days. The look on his face is painfully, heartbreakingly human. And his reaction is understandable.
It's no longer a hidden war, the transgenics versus familiars. And when Alec reveals White as no more human than himself, the humans turn on White and his kind, just like they'd been against the transgenics at the beginning.
Max is eventually a legend, immortalized as their messiah. Joshua tells her story for as long as he lives.
Alec leaves after the war is won and eventually all anyone knows is that he once stood beside Max and held her as she died.
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the dark angel and the leverage and the crossover and the spn were all amazing.
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Oh my God. That line. So upsetting. So good.
I love your drabbles. I've been reading through the Leverage and White Collar ones for the past hour or so, and they're all wonderful.
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OH MY SAINTED JELLYBABY, my heart!
And Castiel and Ben are made of win.
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