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tigriswolfTitle: I see your loving look wherever I go
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Mona Van Duyn
Warnings: post-war
Pairings: unrequited Marco/Rachel; Rachel/Tobias
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 210
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, one-sided Marco/Rachel, once upon a time she crossed the lunchroom and wordlessly handed him her packet of gummy bears the first day he returned to school after his mom's boating accident- the first time he sees them in the candy aisle after their Warrior Princess dies, he almost breaks down in the store
Seven months and he still turns at every flash of blonde from the corner of his eye. Seven months and he changes the channel whenever gymnastics comes on. Seven months and he can't even set foot in the mall.
Tobias is out in the wild, Cassie's buried herself in her animals, Ax is back among his own kind, and Jake... Jake had a mini-breakdown and hasn't spoken to any of them since.
And Marco had a sugar craving, so he disguised himself with shades and ballcap, sauntered into Wal-Mart like he owned the place, and looked for the Reese's.
It was a punch to the gut when he saw them, those goddamned rainbow-colored bears. The same bears his gorgeous Warrior Princess gave him that first day back at school when he thought his mom had died in the water. He stared at the bags and bags, all those colors and little bears, and he couldn't breathe.
He bought a single bag and caught a plane. He saw a hawk flying away as he approached the memorial, and all he said as he set the bag down is, "I hope you're kickin' ass up there, Rachel." He looked at the sky, at the bird circling, and then he went back home.
Title: the death which one day will deprive you of me
Fandom: Highlander/White Collar
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Lord Byron
Warnings: character death; future!fic
Pairings: Peter/Elizabeth
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 240
Pointofview: third
Prompt: White Collar, Neal[/any], five years in the wrong, I am assured, my name to you is just another word
From the balcony, Neal watches the sun cross the sky and sink below the horizon. He hasn't moved all day. No one is looking for him; they have bigger fish to fry.
Not that they'll find what they're looking for. It's in pieces, scattered far and wide.
Neal's phone is dangling from his fingers. Hughes called earlier. Jones, Diana. Moz is still in hiding, and June is with Elizabeth at the hospital. The doctor said El should wake up soon. But she'll wake up to a world gone mad, a world without Peter.
No world should be without Peter.
The sun sets. Neal dials a number only three people in the world have.
"What do you need?" his teacher, his master asks.
"I need to rest," he answers, eyes squeezed shut to keep in the grief trying to swallow him.
"Come home, child," his brother, his father says. "I'll meet you at the station."
"Thank you," he breathes, dropping the phone.
0o0
In the morning, when Clinton goes to Neal's loft because Elizabeth is asking for him, the apartment is empty. Clinton has no idea if anything is missing. Neal's tracker is left on the coffee table.
Not much energy is spent looking for Neal.
The men who attacked Peter and Elizabeth are found, eventually. Not all of them, though; a skull here, a thigh there, assorted ribs somewhere else.
Diana and Clinton have their suspicions, but the case is never solved.
Title: His grave is thick with voices
Fandom: Under the Red Hood
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Warnings: post-Under the Red Hood; torture
Pairings: none
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 65
Pointofview: third
Prompt: DCU, Jason, Jay had accepted that Bruce will never kill the Joker. But it's still all going to end.
Jason gives Bruce a month. When the Joker is still alive on the thirty-second day, Jason snatches him from Arkham again.
He breaks every bone below the knee and elbow, so Joker can't run. Then, with Joker screaming, Jason takes his time.
Please, please, Joker gasps, and then Jason skins his throat.
Batman is out patrolling, so Jason leaves what's left in the Cave.
Title: die not, poor Death
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Donne
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 125
Pointofview: third
Prompt: Highlander, Duncan/Methos, the last one standing. . .There can be only one. . .
He had been Death on a Horse. Before that, he was a monster, and before that a god. He is the oldest thing yet living... and he will continue to live.
He hadn't intended to get so close to Duncan, but he does not hesitate. He has always known how relationships between immortals go, the only way it can end.
"Have you lived, MacLeod?" he asks. "Have you grown stronger? It is another day."
"Methos," Duncan says. "Quit stalling."
"As you wish," Methos murmurs. The plethora of quickenings have gone to Duncan's head. There is little left of one of the greatest men in the world.
MacLeod never once saw Methos' true skill with the blade. "Farewell, old friend," Methos says.
There can be only one.
Title: let him never die
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; AUish
Pairings: implied past-Methos/Duncan
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 95
Pointofview: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos, changing identities
When it's time it's time, and he always knows. The slant of sunlight on the floor, being cut off at a stop sign, too many people angry at him, or simple boredom.
Something different, each and every time, across millennia.
Adam Pierson dies on a balmy spring day, after Duncan MacLeod looks at him and sees only Death swinging a blade astride a pale horse.
Matt Benson is born at 1:23 in the afternoon during a spring rainstorm. One day, he'll die and someone new will rise from his ashes.
For now, Matt Benson walks.