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Title: the children green and golden follow him out of grace
Fandom: White Collar/RED/Inception
Disclaimer: only one character is mine; title from Dylan Thomas
Warnings: mentions of violence and torture
Pairings: Eames/Arthur
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: 230
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, I/He/She/They knew I/He/She/They was/were going to die...
Note: in this verse




Louie knows he's going to die. If the CIA dad doesn't get him, that brother with the knives and damned FBI in his pocket sure will.

Except, no, looking past the gun to the guy holding it - Louie says, "But you don't even like the dude!"

"You should do better research, mate," Tattoos and Muscle snarls, before setting the gun on the railing and pulling out... oh, fuck. A fucking knife. "Now, I'm going to kill you, all the same, but because Arthur is alive, I'll simply draw it out a little less. How's that sound?"

Louie swallows, looking around for a way out. There's none.

"Also, because Arthur is alive - look at me when I talk to you," he says, voice sharp as that knife, and Louie looks at him. "Because Arthur is alive, Frank and Neal are letting me do what I like to you. You're lucky."

Gathering his courage and desire to live, Louie charges him.

The guy - Eames, isn't it? Eames, Arthur's rival, a guy who according to everything would willingly stand back and let Arthur die – steps to the side and shoves the knife hilt-deep into Louie's shoulder.

Fuck, but it hurts. He shrieks, trying to get away, but Eames' grip is iron on his arm, and he twists the knife.

"You're going to die, Louie Carter," Eames whispers, "and it's going to hurt."




Title: though a sword should take away my breath
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Ovid
Warnings: AU; darkish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 270
Pointofview: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos (+Any), That "Game" thing never caught on.




In the end, there will be only one.

0o0

Today, his name is Ben Adamson. He's a college student, majoring in mechanical engineering, and he is twenty-one.

Yesterday, he was Matt Bennison and a janitor at a middle school in Santé Fe.

Tomorrow, he'll be Adam Pierce and a serial killer who is never caught. He'll kill twenty-nine people in twenty-nine states, all men in their prime, with no connections between them.

But today, he is simply the top of his class and raising his hand to answer.

0o0

A thousand and a half years ago, the Watchers were massacred and all their records lost. Two thousand years ago, three men were killed, their bodies burnt, and their ashes scattered to the wind. Three thousand years ago, Methos gave Kronos a choice and Kronos chose to follow him. Four thousand years ago, a woman asked if there was any reason for the existence of the ones who could not die. A man shrugged and replied that he knew of none.

Five thousand years ago, a man walked out of the desert.

Six thousand years ago, seven, eight, ten, a hundred – of course, there is no man from so long ago alive.

That would be impossible.

0o0

In the end, there will be only one.

But only the one knows that. The rest do not know of the death that stalks them, the pale rider older than time, and just as merciless.

Today, he is a boy, all of twenty-one and excited to learn.

Yesterday he was a warrior. Tomorrow he will be a killer.

There isn't a soul alive who knows his true name.







Title: Your song echoes clear down the years whose sun has set
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: only one character is mine; title from Olga Levertoff
Warnings: future!fic; character death; AUish
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 260
Point of view: third
Prompt: Any, any, "No grave upon the earth shall clip in it a pair so famous."


.

No marker. No words. A quiet field, a stretch of sky. Ashes scattered - no body.

Ten years.

No marker. No words. Same quiet field, same stretch of sky. Dust to dust, no body in the dirt.

Two wingbeats and all is silence.

Just the field and just the sky.

.

When Deanna Braedon goes looking for her great-grandfather's grave (she knows exactly where Grandma Lisa is), she doesn't find anything.

She asks Dad, but he has no clue either.

Grandpa just says, "He was a Winchester, kiddo." He smiles and he shrugs.

Deanna huffs and delves back into research.

She never does find Dean Winchester's grave. And when she decides to see if she can locate any other Winchester... no dice there, either.

When she goes back to Grandpa, he smiles. He shrugs. He looks out the window, at the sky, and he says, "Wherever they are, they're at peace. Ain't no plot of ground that could keep them restful, so they were given to the wind."

Deanna tilts her head. "Cremated? Why didn't you just say so?"

Grandpa shrugs again. "Winchesters are always cremated. I figured your research would'a turned that up."

Sighing, Deanna shakes her head. "Thanks anyway, Grandpa."

.

Two wingbeats.

'As you requested, Dean. It is done.'

A silence louder than every chorus in Heaven.

'May you find peace, Dean. May you rest, Sam. I swear to you – as long as I exist, I shall protect all who come after you.'

A field, and the sky, and dust to dust –

Two wingbeats.

It is done.


.




Title: the waters of death are deep
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Gilgamesh
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 90
Point of view: third
Prompt: Highlander, Methos /& Duncan, to bring to maturity or a state fit for use




Given enough time, MacLeod could be a true friend, the kind Methos hasn't had since the Horsemen rode together.

Unfortunately, Methos really can't see MacLeod living that long. The truly old, after all, need to bend and compromise and run. And MacLeod… well. Maybe if Joe were immortal, he'd live that long.

But MacLeod is the kind to burn brightly and then burn out; he probably won't reach a thousand. And Methos will raise a glass in his honor, and take the head of whoever took his, and that'll be that.







Title: snapshot
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic; implied character death; AU
Pairings: none stated
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 140
Point of view: third
Prompt: Harry Potter, Any, It's more cruel when the pictures move.




He prefers muggle pictures, he decides, staring down at their laughing faces, as they hold hands and hug, as they kiss cheeks and foreheads and lips. A whole family, three generations' worth - the Weasleys, back before.

They'd be flat and still, in a muggle picture. That probably wouldn't hurt as much. But in this picture... if he looks up, they might be in the next room, laughter loud through the door, the twins tormenting Ron, Hermione telling her daughter to be nice to the younger cousins, Molly scolding Bill for yet another earring, Fleur sharing make-up tips with Ginny.

Potter (not Harry, never Harry) cuddles his infant son, in the picture.

He sets the picture down and turns away. He was raised to hate muggles and all their accoutrement, but this... give him a muggle picture any day.


Comments

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maldeluxx
Jan. 28th, 2012 11:51 am (UTC)
Yep, should've done more research about Eames... maybe Mr Carter would've not done what he did then *cough* :)

Methos stories show really well his wisdom and lonely weariness (but I think he does enjoy life sometimes - hey, maybe there should be something about what things he really really likes in his life *lol*)

Deanna is so much like Dean and Sam sometimes. Loved Castiel here, too.

I think it's Draco's POV in the last fic?

<3 :)
tigriswolf
Jan. 29th, 2012 07:22 pm (UTC)

Yup, tis Draco. Thanks for reading!
e313
Jan. 28th, 2012 09:11 pm (UTC)
1 huh, such a fool Mr Carter!
2 *shiver*
3 oh
4 yeah. em, yeah. it's kinda like what i've always thought, kinda sad but yeah.
5 ouch
tigriswolf
Jan. 29th, 2012 07:23 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading!
animesiren
Jan. 29th, 2012 09:18 pm (UTC)
I love the RED/Inception/White Collar 'verse! Great work!
tigriswolf
Jan. 30th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)

Thank you for reading!
starduchess
Jan. 29th, 2012 10:19 pm (UTC)
Great work on the HP one. This feels very much like Draco; his bitterness comes through really well.
tigriswolf
Jan. 30th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)

Thanks so much!
borgmama1of5
Jan. 29th, 2012 10:34 pm (UTC)
The Supernatural one gave me chills!
tigriswolf
Jan. 30th, 2012 02:07 pm (UTC)

Thanks for reading!
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