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- actor: chris evans,
- actor: christian kane,
- actor: jared padalecki,
- actor: jeffrey dean morgan,
- actor: jensen ackles,
- crossover fic,
- crossover: supernatural/leverage,
- fanfic: glee,
- fanfic: highlander,
- fanfic: leverage,
- fanfic: supernatural,
- fanfic: the losers,
- fic,
- gen,
- movie fic,
- point of view: alec hardison,
- point of view: dave karofsky,
- point of view: jake jensen,
- point of view: methos,
- point of view: third person,
- rated pg,
- series: comment_fic,
- slash,
- title: b,
- title: h,
- title: o,
- title: p,
- title: t,
- tv fic,
- type: oneshot,
- type: past tense,
- type: present tense,
- wordcount: drabble,
- wordcount: drabble plus
comment_fic 561-565: Highlander, The Losers, Glee, Leverage/Supernatural
Title: Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Carol Ann Duffy
Warnings: angsty
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: author's choice, the errors of the past are the wisdom of the future
Duncan asks a thousand questions, not a single one he hasn't heard before.
why are we here? are the legends real? have you walked with gods? is there a purpose? what wisdom will you share, o ancient of a million lives?
He says what he's always said and does what he's always done, and the myth, as always, fades in light of reality.
Methos could share a thousand parables. Lessons he's learned over the eons, stories to warn today's children. Words for Joe to write, to record the wisdom of the ancient.
Duncan would listen. For awhile. Until what Methos has to say challenges what he's always known, and then Methos will be a liar.
Methos is ancient. He's done all this before. No one ever learns from the past except those who live to see it become the future, and so far, no one has managed that except Methos.
Maybe one day, Duncan will be old enough to listen and understand. Most days, Methos doubts it.
(He's lived long enough to know.)
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Title: Perhaps I was born kneeling
Fandom: The Losers movieverse
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Anne Sexton
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: pre-Cougar/Jensen
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 235
Point of view: third
Prompt: The Losers, Jensen, team. They don't have a name for what he is.
He's on his knees coughing up bullets, and Cougar is shooting all the fuckers surrounding him, and Clay is yelling somewhere to his left, and Pooch is gasping in pain. (Aisha is on the way, but she's too late, too late.)
(And Roque. Goddamned Roque, he's still gone.)
And Jensen. Jensen, he's laughing. Catches the bullets in his hands and stares up at the sky, and all his killers are dead. Pooch might be dying.
Clay is silent, and Aisha's running.
Cougar whispers into his com, "Jensen?"
Jensen closes his eyes, tells himself, you're Jake Jensen, get a grip, hold on tight, don't let go, and opens his eyes to reply, "Everything's fine."
He stands, lets the bullets fall, and hurries to Pooch.
(Jakob Jensen is not his name. Not the one he was born with, anyway. [Not that he was born.]
He asked his maker once, and his maker laughed.
"I'll call you what I like," his maker said, "and for now, that is slave.")
Clay has questions, and Aisha demands answers, and Pooch thanks him, and Cougar—Cougar simply touches him and nods.
(He'll have to tell Cougar later, when Cougar should die but doesn't. He'll have to explain when he lets Clay and Aisha die, when he gets his hands around Max's neck and Max disintegrates into dust.
But that's later. This is now.
And for now, he's Jakob Jensen, and he's a man.)
.Title: the crimson rags of war
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Shiloh
Warnings: AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 170
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, A fair fight is a sign of poor tactics
Duncan is an idealist. He knows there are people who won't fight fair, but he will meet them head-on anyway. It'll get him killed one day.
Methos will probably avenge him, unless he's the one to take the boy's head.
In all his long life, Methos has never fought a fair fight. When he pulls his sword, everything has already been planned out. He knows exactly how things will go. That was true when he first met MacLeod and was being hunted by Kalas, and was true when Kronos fell with the other Horsemen, and will be true in the challenge that kills Methos.
Methos has died before; no one hunts for a dead man. And the truest of survivors will never fight fair.
Duncan can't understand that. But Methos has outlived ideals and virtues and any belief in honor or mankind's better nature. Methos will kill anyone to see another sunrise. Even himself.
He thinks a few times that Joe gets it, but in the end he's wrong.
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Title: here lie the also-rans
Fandom: Glee
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; character death
Pairings: Karofsky/Puck, unrequited Karofsky/Kurt, mentions of Kurt/OMC
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 605
Point of view: third
Prompt: Glee, any, "Tall Tales"
The first year Dave Karofsky coaches football and teaches freshman math at McKinley, he hears about the most successful grad the school ever had: Kurt Hummel. Hummel's on Broadway and headlining record-breaking movies and writing music for all the biggest artists. He has his own fashion line and designs all sorts of shit, and Dave just shakes his head. None of it surprised him.
The second year, Hummel apparently donates enough money to McKinley to keep the arts program running for two decades. Sylvester's successor nearly has an aneurism. Dave laughs.
The third year, Hummel publishes a guide for gay kids on how to survive high-school. The world's a better place, but there are still pockets of small-minded fuckers everywhere; Dave reads the book and tries not to cringe when he gets to the parts that obliquely mention him.
The fourth year, it's been a decade since they all graduated high-school. Dave goes to the reunion. Hummel doesn't.
The fifth year, Hummel wins about a dozen different awards and does a world tour and nearly dies in a plane crash. About a billion people send well-wishes and flowers, and sales of his stuff skyrocket. Dave gives his players a talk about following their dreams instead of their parents', and four players join a club: one drama, one reading, and two glee.
The sixth year, Hummel comes home for seven months. He assures his fans he'll be back; he's just resting. Needs to reconnect with his family. He writes and designs some of his greatest works during those months, and he wanders around Lima ignoring the stares and paparazzi (who, thankfully, lose interest quickly when nothing happens). Dave thinks about approaching him, apologizing again. Maybe asking Hummel for a date. By the time he works up the courage, Hummel's on the way to New York.
The seventh year, Hummel marries a sci-fi writer no one's ever paid attention to and the last state holding-out against gay marriage gives in. Dave reads about the wedding and beats the ever-loving shit out of his punching bag. He nearly breaks his right hand.
The eighth year, Dave dates three different men and ignores Hummel the best he can.
The ninth year, Noah Puckerman is hired by McKinley as an English teacher. They sit together at lunch and pretend to have never met before. His second week, Dave asks him out for coffee. Noah says yes.
The tenth year, Hummel has a messy divorce and Dave moves in with Noah.
The eleventh year, Noah takes Dave to the coffee shop where they had their first date and says, "Marry me." Dave smiles and says yes.
The twelfth year, Dave's team wins the state championship and Noah's glee club comes in second at nationals. They celebrate by backpacking across Europe for a month.
The thirteenth year, it's been two decades since graduation. Dave and Noah go to the reunion; so does Hummel. They bump into each other at the punch bowl. Hummel is still the most successful grad McKinley's ever had, and his success just keeps growing. He doesn't look happy, though. They make small-talk and Dave remembers a desperate kiss in a locker-room, and all the fucked up months that followed. He squeezes Noah's hand and gives him a gentle kiss. Hummel smiles sadly, says it was good talking to them, and wanders away.
There is no fourteenth year. Noah buries Dave in the fall and quits McKinley. He heads south, searching for a warmth he never really finds. Meanwhile, in New York, Hummel eats a bullet and achieves immortality.
(Hummel will always be the most successful grad McKinley ever had.)
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Title: beckoning a rage within
Fandom: Leverage/Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Adrienne Rich
Warnings: slightly AUish for Supernatural
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 165
Point of view: third
Prompt: Leverage/Supernatural; Hardison /or& any; Alec was one of Azazel's special kids, and sometimes... sometimes it shows.
The things Alec does with a computer are impossible. Thankfully, his team doesn't know. They're each experts in their areas—and sometimes he wonders what deals they made to get so good—but they really have no idea what he's doing, and what he shouldn't be able to do.
Azazel is dead. Alec never had to fight things out in Cold Oak. He's from the last generation, and he's the only one left.
He doesn't think about it anymore. Azazel is dead and Lucifer defeated and the world continues on. He sweet talks his baby and impossible things happen, and his team doesn't realize how lucky they are.
(There's a reason the marks never come after them. Nate shows off, reveals himself and the team, time after time after time. And nobody ever chases them for revenge. They think it must be Eliot's reputation, if they ever think about it at all.
Alec would have won in Cold Oak, if Azazel hadn't died.)
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Also, Alec. ♥
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Thank you for reading!
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re: Losers..."more, please?"
Wonderful job as always!
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And the Glee AU futurefic was so sad. I'm glad that Dave and Noah found a little peace, but man that did not end happily for anyone :(
Alec as one of Azazel's chosen is a scary scary idea.
Do you mind if I friend you? I love your stuff and want to be kept up to date.
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Methos is a hoot to write.
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"Most days, Methos doubts it."
The inside of Methos's head is... not a place I like to linger. I appreciate how you convey that discomfort.
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