comment_fic 581-585: HL/WC, DCU, SN, Inception, HL

[tigriswolf]

Title: may my heart's truth still be sung
Fandom: Highlander/White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Dylan Thomas
Warnings: AU
Pairings: pre-Neal/Peter
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 200
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander/White Collar, Neal, Methos, Peter, somehow regaining Peter's trust has been harder than it was with Methos


 

Neal sits on Peter's front-porch, leaning against the door. El told him it'd be awhile; Peter's still too furious to even look at him.

It wasn't like the bullet did much damage, and he played it off as it not having even hit him. There's no reason for Peter to be so angry.

Methos had never been this difficult. Methos had taught him to survive, at any price, and hadn't expected anything but a head's-up if he ever decided to go hunting. Not that Methos would be an option, if he did; he preferred easy prey. Methos knew all his tricks, and Neal was smart enough to realize the Old Man hadn't shared half of his.

Neal had loved Methos. He can own up to that now, decades after the fact. Methos knew it, too; said that all students hero-worship their teachers for a time. Just until the glow wears off.

But Neal loves Peter. Enough to stay. Enough to endanger his own safety. Enough to sit on the porch and wait for Peter to let him back in.

He sighs. Methos would have only one question: is he worth it, child?

And yeah. Peter really is. Neal can wait.
 

 

Title: the ninth life
Fandom: DCU
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: fluffy?
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 295
Point of view: third
Prompt: DCU, Jason Todd & any, Jason has a lot in common with the stray so he grudgingly lets it stay.


 

The cat is a tawny red, with a ripped ear and a kinked tail. He hisses at Jason and stays on the fire-escape, surveying Gotham like a king on a throne.

Jason leaves out some of the groundmeat he cooked for his spaghetti.

0o0

The cat is back the next evening. He still dismisses Jason, looking out over Gotham. This time, Jason gives him tuna and he's still there when Jason gets up in the morning.

0o0

Three weeks later, the cat slips through the open window and waits for Jason in the kitchen. He watches Jason open the can of cat food and rubs up against Jason's legs on his way to the dish.

Jason smiles.

0o0

The next week, Jason makes a vet appointment and the cat has spent four afternoons stretched out beside Jason on the couch. He's actually purred, too. Jason's shocked at much better it makes him feel, running his fingers through the cat's fur while he's purring.

The vet has good news: besides a few fleas, the cat is in good health. He doesn't have a chip and he's barely out of adolescence; the ear and tail are both relatively new and neither can be fixed.

Jason makes a follow-up appointment to have the cat neutered.

0o0

The next month, Jason decides it's time for the cat to have a name. During that night's job (another mob boss missing a few vital parts and Red Hood adding to his territory) he scrolls through anything that might work.

It's not till early in the morning, when the red cat is curled up next to him on the bed and he's stroking his finger down the cat's spine that he chooses Loki.

0o0

When he moves bases half a year later, Loki goes with him.

Title: let me see the light of the sun
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh
Warnings: AU
Pairings: pre-Dean/Castiel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 135
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Dean + Castiel, Dean tells Castiel he needs to pick a date for his birthday


 

Castiel considers carefully, pondering all the days he has existed. He was an angel for a large majority of his days; many of those days are important, in both his 'life' and Creation's history. He discards them all.

Then he thinks about the days and nights since he met Dean Winchester, since he was given the greatest task yet of his existence. All those days and all those nights, guiding Dean, guarding Dean, touching and being touched by Dean… changing and being changed by Dean.

Yes. Considering Dean, watching Dean laugh with Sam, a sound sorely missed, the choice is easy.

"My birthday," he says, catching their attention, smiling at Dean. "September 18, 2008."

Sam understands immediately, by the look on his face. And after Dean comprehends, his expression of wonder steals Castiel's still-new breath.
 

 

 

Title: I would name the stars for you
Fandom: Inception
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: fluffy
Pairings: Eames/Arthur
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 160
Point of view: third
Prompt: Inception, Eames/Arthur, Eames has no idea when Arthur's birthday is, but that doesn't stop him from getting him a gift anyway.


 

Eames has done the most thorough background check imaginable, and he knows many things about Arthur no one else in the world does, but he still lacks the date on which Arthur decided to grace the world with his presence.

("Ask all you like, Mr. Eames," Arthur said, smiling down into his coffee. "I'll never tell.")

So Eames thinks for a good bit, trying to choose between 365 days for which is the best.

He finally settles on the day they met, that very first time, the one nobody else in the world knows about, when Eames stole the best operative the Americans ever had, and Arthur saved the life of the most annoying man he'd ever meet.

Arthur smiles at him, laughing at his gift, so Eames pulls him closer for the second part, and whispers into his mouth, "Happy birthday, darling."

(It'll be three more years, celebrating the day they met, before Arthur tells him he actually guessed correctly.)

Title: another year gone
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: depressing
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 100
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, Any, He doesn't know when his birthday changed from a celebration of surviving another year into a reminder that he was still, unfortunately, alive.



 

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Another year older, he thinks, and drains down the whiskey.

Another year gone, he thinks, and looks around the bar, at all the young pups.

Another year, he thinks. Another goddamned, fucking year.

Another year surviving, five thousand and ten thousand and a hundred thousand and more. The oldest man in the world.

Today, he's tired. And weary. And wishes he'd just quit fighting.

Tomorrow, he'll wake up and he'll only be five thousand, and he'll be glad to be alive.

Today, right now, he thinks, Another year gone, and motions for a refill and regrets everything he's ever done.

 

Comments

[charis-kalos.livejournal.com]

The SPN one, with Castiel choosing his birthday, makes me feel all warm inside.

[tigriswolf]

Thanks for reading!

[maldeluxx.livejournal.com]

Now I really want another cat in my life *tissues* Not possible right now, but who knows... *cough* :)

[tigriswolf]

I have two. They can be so lovely.

Thanks for reading!

[jujuberry136.livejournal.com]

Loved the Castiel, the Methos, and the Inception ficlets. Eames accidentally guessing correctly must have thrown Arthur a bit ;)

[tigriswolf]

Thank you so much for reading!