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Title: a thousand miles
original drabble, maybe a hundred words
Prompt: any, any/any, every ending is a new beginning

The door swings shut, but there's a path leading into eternity, and the windows are open to either side, and maybe that's a message, or an answer, he's not sure, even though he's almost certain that doesn't matter.

"You comin' or not?" his little sister asks from the other side of the horizon. "We've been waitin' forever, dude. Make up your mind."

It's longer than a thousand miles, he knows that much, but it's time to start either way.

He steps onto the path.

Title: scary meet and scary part, and scary meet again
Fandom: Heroes
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU after season 3
Pairings: pre-Sylar/Luke
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Point of view: third
Prompt: Sylar/Luke, the only gift Sylar ever gave him


Ten years after Luke left home and Mom and any chance at being normal, he meets up with Sylar again. Sylar looks exactly the same, but Luke's about an inch taller and filled out a little bit. He's slightly more tan, too.

"Luke," Sylar says, eyes flicking around at the bodies. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Yeah," Luke replies, frying another man as he tries to escape. "Shocking, I'm sure."

Behind them, the White House is burning. Peter Petrelli is screaming at his brother as Claire Bennet tries to explain that it had to be done. Luke doesn't know where the doctor went, or the scary blonde chick. He wonders what side Sylar is on tonight.

"By the way," Luke says, meeting Sylar's dark eyes, "thanks."

Sylar asks, "For what?"

"You gave me the best gift of my life, takin' me outta that hellhole," Luke tells him, glancing at the destruction. "I wouldn't be here now if you hadn't."

"Well," Sylar says, smirking. "Why don't you show me what you've learned since then."

Luke grins.

Title: storm-child
Fandom: Disney's Little Mermaid
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: the prequel and sequel don't exist
Pairings: Eric/Ariel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Point of view: third
Prompt: Ariel/Eric, shortly post-honeymoon, Ariel is homesick


There's a storm to the east, churning the water and lashing rain against the windows. Eric is asleep, dreaming of drowning, and Ariel stands in the tallest tower, eyes closed, listening to the roar.

Her father's voice reverberates in the thunder and her sisters' song is woven along the lightning, and she can feel the deep call of the ocean in her bones.

Eric doesn't understand. None of these landbound folk do. She is a daughter of tempests and waves, the most beloved child of Triton. She is as wild and dangerous as the sea, no matter what Eric's shining courtiers think, with their lying eyes and painted smiles.

She has wed a man because she loves him. She lives on land because he cannot survive at her home, and she is happy. Truly she is.

But she stands in the highest tower and watches the storm and knows that her family misses her, too.

: cloning and kids
Fandom: Supernatural/Dark Angel
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: AU for Dark Angel; future!fic for Supernatural with vague spoilers for season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 145
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural-Dark Angel crossover. Because you can never have too much Dean and Alec interaction! Plus, bonus - add Ben for triple your fun. *g*


The kid is slick, working the room like a pro. His brother is perched in the corner, sharp eyes wary for any hint of danger, of the mood turning south.

Dean smirks into his beer while Sam rolls his eyes. "Why are so many copies of you runnin' around?" he asks.

Shrugging, Dean says, "I guess I'm just too pretty."

The brother's eyes flick over and Dean catches his slight reaction. The kid playing pool glances his way; his response is slightly more obvious.

Dean waves at the brother, then the kid. Sam rolls his eyes again.

The kid saunters over first, his brother slinking in his wake, and they settle across from Dean and Sam.

Dean straightens in his seat as Sam lowers his bottle. Dean studies the two kids wearing his face and wonders if Hell or Heaven is involved this time.

Title: not a daydream
Fandom: My Bloody Valentine/Devour
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: spoilers for both movies
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 225
Point of view: third
Prompt: MBV/Devour, Tom/Jake, kindred spirits


At first, Jake thinks it's just another twist of his waking nightmares. Another facet of his madness. He's almost sure he made Marisol up, that he killed all those people—Mom, Connie—out of some twisted monster inside him.

And then he starts seeing Tom, and Harry, and bodies and blood.

Tom looks just like him. Tom's just as messed up as him. Gotta be another fabrication.

Then the mirror starts talking to him. Telling him to stop taking the pills. To start hiding knives.

Jake's been a good patient for over half a decade. Hasn't killed anyone since his parents, since Marisol.

He created Marisol, to kill all those people. That's what the doctors say.

But he's been a good boy. No one's watching him anymore. He's such a good boy.

But now Tom is in his mirror—no, Harry is in the mirror, and Harry says to do horrible things.

Once, Jake could've gone anywhere, done anything. And now that he's quit taking the pills, all he sees are targets.

In the mirror, Tom whimpers for him to stop. But Harry, Harry demands he keep going.

When Jake hesitates, Harry pulls him into the mirror and shoves him out of the way, and Marisol laughs while Harry kicks down the door.

"I'm sorry," Tom says. Jake just waits to wake up.


Oct. 24th, 2010 03:11 pm (UTC)
I haven't had a chance to because I've been frantically trying to get several things done before the weekend's up (although I did leave a prompt).

It's a pan fandom meme, and many of the prompts are definitely in your areas of interest. ;-)


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