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Title: Meanwhile, I keep dancing
Fandom: Animorphs
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Hillel
Warnings: future!fic; AUish, according to the wiki
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 280
Point of view: third
Prompt: Animorphs, Rachel, sometimes it's okay not to be brave.

"Do you think she'd be disappointed with me?" Sarah asks Jordan on the tenth anniversary of Rachel's death. There are commemorative services happening all over the world, and Cassie is supposed to be speaking at the one back home, but Sarah had fled to the coast, leaving school without calling anybody, and Jordan had used her phone's GPS to track her.

"Why would she be disappointed?" Jordan says, settling beside her on the sand.

Sarah barely remembers their sister. By the time she was old enough to formulate memories, Rachel was always busy, away. Saving the world. She's always bombarded with questions whenever people realize who she is, and that's usually only because people see her with Jordan. Jordan looks so much like Rachel. Her school years were horrible, after. But she's almost finished with law school, now. She's going into environmental law.

"I want to be a dancer," Sarah confesses, looking out over the water. "That's not important, or courageous. I just want to dance." She'll be graduating next spring with a degree in social work, and she wants to help people, she truly does, but having responsibility over others— "I'm just so scared all the time," she admits now, leaning into Jordan. "I know Mom wants me to do something important, and Dad thinks I should do something with all my notebooks."

She has thousands of pages of adventures written down, and has been meaning to type them up for years. But those are for her, no one else.

"Rachel could never be disappointed in other of us," Jordan says, wrapping an arm around Sarah's shoulders. She kisses Sarah's temple and rests their heads together, as they watch the ocean.




Title: first meeting
Fandom: Supernatural
Disclaimer: Sam, Jessica, and ‘Brady’ aren’t mine
Warnings: spoilers through season 5
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 155
Prompt: Supernatural, Sam/Jessica, first meeting


"Sam, my man," Brady calls while they're all in a study session in the quad, and Jessica follows his gaze to a tall boy with shaggy dark hair, who looks wide-eyed. Brady laughs. "C'mon, dude, get over here!"

The boy shuffles over, dropping a backpack brimming with books. "Yeah?" he asks. He's adorably nervous, eyes darting around the circle: Brady, Cameron, Jessica, Mel, and Dave. She's surprised Brady seems so friendly with someone this shy.

"Scoot over," she orders Cameron, shoving at him so that there's room by her.

When Sam smiles, it reveals dimples. Those have always been her weakness. But then he's brilliant, and patient with Mel's dyslexia, and so kind.

"You can thank me later," Brady tells her as they're all leaving for the evening, and Sam and Dave wander in the same direction together, discussing the reading.

She chuckles, shouldering her bag. "Night, loser," she says, and his laughter trails after her.



Title: Uncomfortable
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: references to violence
Pairings: Buffy/Angel
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 170
Point of view: third
Prompt: BtVS, Xander and Buffy, his lie erected a bridge between them that neither could cross and only he knew about.


It's uncomfortable, when Buffy comes back. They've worked out a routine without her, and the Hellmouth is manageable, barely. Xander wears his anger at her abandonment like armor, and it's made easier with Willow's pain and Cordelia's anger, with Oz's steadfastness.

It's uncomfortable, when everyone finally begins moving on, and Xander has to cling to his anger or else the words he cannot say will tumble out and ruin everything.

It's uncomfortable, when Angel somehow claws his way out of Hell, but the anger is so easy to hold because Buffy hides the feral vampire from them all.

It's uncomfortable, when Xander is the only one who never fully embraces Buffy again, even though he loves her so much. It shadows everything else, the words he will never say, the words he needs to say. Months and years, and the words are never said, and there's a distance he doesn't dare cross, a distance she can't understand.

It's uncomfortable, but he learned to live with uncomfortable when he was young.



Title: historical figures
Fandom: Highlander
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: none
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 195
Point of view: third
Prompt: any, any/any, meeting your favourite historical figure isn't all it's cracked up to be



"I just wish I could meet them," the children all say, reading their history texts, their historical fiction, watching their movies and television shows, scrolling through wikipedias and top ten lists. "They must have been amazing/wonderful/the best there ever was."

Methos listens as he wanders through the library, as he sits in the back of the theater, as he sups at the bar with a dozen TVs blaring. He's stood on stage with both Julius Caesar and the Rolling Stones; he's counseled kings and masterminded rebellions. He's met people who didn't know they were changing the world, and the people that are forgotten who did.

What he never tells anyone, even the few who discover his greatest secret, is that, "You wouldn't like them if you met them." Whoever they were, whatever they did, whyever they're remembered— "Trust me," Methos never says, "times change. People too. You wouldn't like them, or understand them, and they surely wouldn't understand you."

"C'mon," Joe says, eyes bright with wonder. "Tell me about them."

Methos doesn't mention so many things. He paints a portrait echoed in various books, and is it a lie if no one else knows?


Title: untitled
Fandom: Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters
Warnings: future!fic
Pairings: Nate/Sophie
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 175
Prompt: Any, Any, funeral


She's attended her own funeral multiple times over the years, always as part of a con. She likes hearing what people have to say, even if they're not talking about her. She's attended the funerals of friends, and once a cousin—sometimes part of a con, but sometimes truly.

She attended Sam's funeral, not that she'll ever tell Nate.

"You've gotta stop doin' this," Nate says, stepping up beside her on the hill.

It's a double funeral this time, and Hardison is sobbing while Eliot reads the eulogy. Parker's face is tucked into Hardison's chest. Maggie, Sterling, Tara, so many colleagues—some, she knows, have come purely to make sure Nate is actually dead.

"I wish it weren't necessary," she murmurs, resting her head on Nate's shoulder.

This will be the last of her funerals she attends.

"It's for the best," Nate says, and if she didn't believe that, she wouldn't have let him do this to their children.

She blows them a kiss, Eliot and Parker and Hardison, and then she lets Nate pull her away.

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maldeluxx
Apr. 15th, 2016 01:09 pm (UTC)
That first meeting between Jessica and Sam made me laugh, it's kind of sweet :)

Xander, you should find a way to let it go - write it down even, even if you'd have to burn the paper afterwards :P

How sad was that funeral, even if they are alive? But I guess it was necessary :-/
tigriswolf
Apr. 15th, 2016 06:22 pm (UTC)

*hee* I tried to put a bit of foreboding in there, because of what Brady is.

Thanks for reading!
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