Amy (
such_heights) wrote2011-02-14 01:38 pm
give me genfic relationship prompts!
So sometimes on Valentine's Day I have a gen story ready to post, but sadly I do not this year. However, I would be up for writing some commentfic this evening!
Leave a comment with a fandom, two or more characters, and a prompt of some kind, and I'll see what I can do! Friendships, rivalries, coworkers, families, all non-romantic kinds of relationships are a go.
Fandoms: New Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Torchwood (pre-CoE), Merlin, SGA, A:TLA, Firefly, Legend of the Seeker, Star Trek Reboot, Fringe (note: am an episode behind), White Collar. Crossovers allowed!
eta: pausing here for tonight, I'll see if I can pick up some more tomorrow!
Leave a comment with a fandom, two or more characters, and a prompt of some kind, and I'll see what I can do! Friendships, rivalries, coworkers, families, all non-romantic kinds of relationships are a go.
Fandoms: New Doctor Who, Harry Potter, Torchwood (pre-CoE), Merlin, SGA, A:TLA, Firefly, Legend of the Seeker, Star Trek Reboot, Fringe (note: am an episode behind), White Collar. Crossovers allowed!
eta: pausing here for tonight, I'll see if I can pick up some more tomorrow!

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ETA: This is an awesome idea! *throws confetti*
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"Twice as many as you, Sheppard. You gotta pick up the pace."
"I was rescuing children."
"So? I still win."
"Asshole."
Ronon grins.
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Ronon plays dirty because he mostly refuses to actually play the things John's good at, like golf and video games, but John gets better at keeping up with Ronon's ludicrous marathon speeds and even develops some vague skills at grab the flag. John is still pretty sure that game is just Satedan foreplay and that Ronon finds the whole thing hilarious, but when he wins one time out of time he's crowing about it for three days.
They set each other ridiculous challenges. Last one back to the jumper gets the beer, first to yell with a boiling hot teaspoon on their hand has to have Teyla kick their ass for a week in Advanced Training, that sort of thing. Rodney always rolls his eyes and mutters darkly about fratboys, but it's not like he can talk; he's just as much of a jerk as they are whenever John's on his home turf.
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They're camping one night when Ronon gets a gleam in his eye. John groans.
"Sheppard, I'll do your paperwork for a week if you can bring back more firewood than me in five minutes."
"Motherfucker." It's too good to pass up, so John runs for it.
He ends up completely overdoing it and probably does his back in - man, Beckett and Keller are going to tag-team him later and give him so much shit for this - but when he ends up dragging practically half a tree back to camp Ronon looks impressed, then doubles over laughing.
"All right," he says. "You win."
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Spock doesn't say much during the trip, contenting himself instead with flipping rapidly through files and photos that Sarek uploaded for him before they left. When the captain announces that they'll be in orbit shortly, she kneels down in front of him, gently taking his PADD away and putting it on the side.
"Spock," she says. "I want you to feel that Earth is a part of your heritage too. Vulcan may be your home, but this is part of who you are too, just like I am. Humans live quite differently from Vulcans, and neither way is wrong, or inferior. Do you understand?"
Spock nods. "Yes, mother."
"Good." She sits up, and kisses his forehead. "Now come on, we want to get in line for the transporter in good time to see the Ashmolean, one of Earth's finest and oldest museums."
"Oxford," Spock supplies. "Part of the former United Kingdom. It sounds quite fascinating."
Amanda laughs, and hugs her son tight.
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"That's more or less the size of it," Ianto agrees. "I, ah, may have forgotten to replace the spare tire after we had a puncture last week."
Gwen unscrewed her flask. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were looking for an excuse to skive off."
"Me?" Ianto looks hurt. "That's an outrageous accusation." He digs around in the boot a little more, then pulls out a packet of hobnobs.
Gwen turns the radio on, switching to Radio 2 and taking a proffered biscuit. "Well, I'll suppose we'll just have to make the best of it until Tosh can pick us up, then."
"I suppose we will," Ianto says with a grin.
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Iroh comes out to join after a while, a hot pot of tea in hand. She tells him about how the ground feels, and he tells her about how the blossom looks with its bright colours. They both enjoy the taste of the tea and the smell of spring.
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*
He finds the body just before the FBI does. A few quick scans and he realises it's a shapeshifter, one of the soldiers from a parallel universe that came over to Earth at this period in history. He kneels down, fascinated by the quicksilver pouring from the gunshot wound.
"Sir, please step away, this is a crime scene." And ah, there she is, Agent Olivia Dunham.
The Doctor stands up quickly. "Yes, of course. You should probably know that he's been shot with a model of gun that won't be available in either universe for at least fifty years, which suggests that this investigation may extend beyond even your jurisdiction. But no need to worry, I'm here to help."
Two agents stand threateningly either side of him while Olivia stares at him.
The Doctor sighs. "Dr. Bishop!" he calls out. "You're about to find traces of an unidentifiable metal in the wound, not to mention traces of temporal energy when you go back to your lab."
Bishop stares at him, curiosity evident. Olivia continues to stare impassively at him. When Bishop confirms his story, Olivia nods shortly. "Right, Doctor, whoever you are. You're coming with us."
The Doctor beams.
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