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02 September 2011 @ 08:35 pm
Give to Receive Ficathon  



Give to Receive Ficathon - there's nothing more frustrating (in a ficathon) that wading through thousands of prompts only to discover hardly any are filled, amirite?? This ficathon (based on the wonderful DWP one hosted by [info]chainofclovers) aims to overcome that.  There's one simple difference:

YOU HAVE TO POST BEFORE YOU CAN PROMPT.


That means posting anything at all - a drabble, an excerpt, that story idea you weren't sure what to do with, or maybe a story
that you missed the deadline for.  It can be 100 words or 10,000 - anything goes.  Once you've posted something you have
written, you can then make prompts for other people to fill.
  Even as the prompts coming rolling in, you can still post any
story you want at any time.  Or you can write something to fill the prompts.

FORMATTING:

Prompts - please leave the subject line blank. One prompt per comment. Format: Fandom, Character/Pairing, prompt, e.g.:

                  Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, bitter
                  Harry Potter, Harry/Hermione, canvas                       

Fills/stories - please fill the subject line as follows: Fandom, TITLE, Character/Pairing, Rating, (any warnings)

RULES:

1. You have to post before you can prompt. If you ignore this, sorry, but your prompts will be deleted.
2. All fandoms and all pairings (including RPF) are permitted. No sex between minors though - that's the only restriction.
3. If your story is to long for a comment, complete the subject line and then provide a link in the body of the comment.
Make sure it is a link to a public entry.
4. No flaming, no hating, no bitching. Don't like something? Move past it.
5. Please put all questions in the questions thread provided.
6. PIMP! PIMP! PIMP! Ficathons work better when more people participate.
7. Ficathon open from now until 11.59pm BST, Tuesday 6th September.

 
 
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Lola: [damages] patty ellen dockdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 07:50 pm (UTC)
QUESTIONS
If anything isn't clear, please ask here :)
hear me roarmagisterequitum on September 2nd, 2011 09:01 pm (UTC)
Re: QUESTIONS
Not a question but this is AWESOME!!!!
Lola: [tww] amy joshdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 07:59 pm (UTC)
TGW/TWW, our mother has been absent (ever since we founded rome), Will and Amy Gardner, G
*the beginning of a story in which Will and Amy Gardner are brother and sister*

Amy is six and a half when Mom takes her to the doctor's office. Amy isn't really very happy about the unplanned outing, because Stacy's parents have finally taken the cover off the pool and it's just about hot enough to swim for the first time all year.

Maybe she's sulking, just a little bit, and doesn't notice that this isn't Dr. Edelstein's office until they're all the way inside. The toys in the waiting room are boring, just blocks of wood, but Amy does as she's told and plays with them anyway. She's just knocking down her fifth (or sixth) wobbling tower when Mom comes back out to get her. Mom has that smile on her face that Amy likes really the best of all: the one Amy sees after her dance recital, or when Daddy brings home surprise gifts.

But Amy isn't going to see the doctor, which is fine by her, because she doesn't really like this boring place with wood on the walls. It's the doctor, not a treehouse. Mom is fixing Amy's seatbelt when she leans in to whisper. Whispers are the best thing of all, because that means a secret between Amy and Mom that nobody else ever gets to hear, ever.

You're going to have a little brother. Or sister Mom whispers, and her breath tickles against Amy's ear.

Amy doesn't think she'll like that, but Mom looks so happy. She'll tell her after dinner, not to go and get a new baby. And that will be that.

*

By the time Christmas comes around, Mom is really round, like she put a basketball in her tummy. Daddy is home more, not so many trips, which means not so many little gifts for Amy. She doesn’t mind though, she likes when they sit on the sofa together and read books more than she likes postcards or dolls from other states.

On Christmas Eve, Amy is so excited she can’t sit still. Finally it’s time for Mass, and it’s the only night she’s allowed to stay up so late. She likes the trips to Holy Name, though she doesn’t know all the words to the prayers and hymns yet.

They’re driving home in the snow (Amy can’t wait to go out and make snow angels tomorrow. She makes the best snow angels on the whole block, her Mom always says so) when Mom suddenly cries out like Amy does when she falls down and hurts herself. Daddy just smiles and takes Mom’s hand, like this is a good thing.

Instead of going home, Amy finds herself being left with a sleepy Aunt Sarah, who still has curlers in her hair. Mom and Daddy drive away, promising her the best Christmas present ever in the morning.

Amy really hopes it’ll be a pony.

*

If a baby brother is supposed to be a Christmas present, then Amy doesn’t like Christmas as much as she thought. Nobody explains anything to her, just talking about ‘surprises’ and ‘being a good girl’ until eventually Aunt Sarah drives her to the hospital.

The hospital is kind of scary, but there’s a nice nurse who actually tells Amy things, like how Mom had the baby at breakfast time, and that Mom is really tired now. She asks Amy if she’ll be picking a name for her little brother, and suddenly Amy wonders if this might be fun after all.

Daddy scoops her up in a big hug when the nurse brings Amy to him. It’s a really good hug too, the kind where Amy can snuggle into his neck and he swings her legs around like there’s a big breeze.

Mom is sleeping, but she opens her eyes at Amy’s happy squealing. She kisses Amy on the head, once Daddy puts her down, and whispers to her again.

You’ll always be our special girl, Amelia.

Well, Mom must really mean it, because she never uses Amy’s proper name unless Grandma is in town (Amy is named after Grandma, but she lives on a farm and doesn’t like Chicago) or Amy has done something really naughty.

And from that day forward, nothing is ever quite the same.
well well wellahkna on September 2nd, 2011 08:21 pm (UTC)
Re: TGW/TWW, our mother has been absent (ever since we founded rome), Will and Amy Gardner, G
IT'S LIKE YOU KNOW ME AND WHAT I LIKE. *swoon*
Lola: [tv] castle beckett blindsdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 08:08 pm (UTC)
Castle, Castle/Beckett, what if Castle were the sniper's target?
lovely surprise: {Dana} BAMFgirlie_girl_23 on September 3rd, 2011 11:51 pm (UTC)
Castle, Falling Through The Ropes, Castle/Beckett, PG
If a boxer is knocked out of the ring through the ropes, he or she is given a 20 count to get back into the ring on their feet. They can't be assisted or it will be considered a knockout.

**

He sees the glint moments before she does. Her name tears from his lips, even as she shakes her head.

"KATE!"

No.

The gunshot echoes and people scatter, hitting the ground. He attempts to push her out of the way, but the bullet hits its mark and the world tilts on its axis.

"Kate."

No. It's a whisper as the blood covers her hands.

"Kate."

"Stay with me. Stay with me."

"Kate."

No.

Castle.


**

She can't look at anyone in the waiting room. Can't see the way Alexis and Martha are hunched over, clinging to each other as their whole world falls around them. And you can't charm your way out of a bullet. Can't see Ryan and Esposito finally allow their professional masks to slip. This is my partner, Ryan. And this is my other partner, Castle. Can't see the look of worry and pity she knows is on Lanie's face, even as she holds on to Esposito. Honey, just because you can't see what's going on doesn't mean everyone else doesn't see what's going on. Can't see the haunted look in her father's eyes, as he sits and watches her without really seeing. I had nightmares where it swallowed you whole.

None of them see. None of them realize what has happened. Because they all think that that bullet was meant for her, that Castle just jumped in front of her, took it for her.

But she knows the truth. The bullet was never meant for her.

It was always meant for Castle.

**

The surgery takes over six hours, and by the time Josh comes out, covered in blood, Kate feels like she's going insane. It was supposed to be her on that table, her with the bullet lodged in her chest, and Castle out here, being the strong one, keeping everyone together like he's always kept her together. Do you know why I chose you as my inspiration for Nikki Heat? Because you're tall.

Josh asks for Castle's family and everyone in the room moves forward except for her father. No one outside this immediate family ever needs to know about this. She takes one step before she stops herself. She is not his family and this is all her fault.

She hears the words, disjointed as they are to her ears, and allows it to finally register in her brain that he's still alive. Plucky sidekick always gets killed. He's her partner (Partner, then.) and partners aren't supposed to die, but a lot of things have been happening lately that aren't supposed to happen.

Everyone visibly relaxes at this pronouncement and soon Josh is leading Martha and Alexis to Castle's room. Ryan walks Jenny to her car, sending her home with a kiss and a promise that he'll be there as soon as he sees Castle for himself. Esposito and Lanie go for a coffee run, promising to be back quickly. She's left with only her father and she doesn't know what to say to him.

"Katie." He reaches out to her, but she can't do this, not today.

"You should go home, Dad. Everything's fine here, so…"

"No, it's not." Jim sighs and runs a hand over his face. "I asked him to stop you. I told him he was the only one who could. And now he's been shot…"

She can't handle this, can't hear this, so she shakes her head. "Go home, Daddy. Please."

He hugs her tight, even as she fights against the comfort, and kisses her forehead before he leaves. "I love you, Katie."

And when she's finally alone, she allows herself to cry.
Lola: [parks] leslie rooseveltdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 08:37 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Alicia/Kalinda (or Alicia/Peter), ways to apologise
hear me roar: CM --> JJmagisterequitum on September 2nd, 2011 09:02 pm (UTC)
Criminal Minds, JJ gen
This is for my FemGen prompt.


Secrets, secrets are no fun unless they’re shared with everyone.

This sing-song rhyme of children haunts her. It’s what she sees when she looks in the mirror in the morning, eyeing the distasteful dark circles that will need to be covered up - she never gets enough sleep. It follows her during the day, like a shadow that creeps along at her heels, silent steps that she cannot shake. It is with her when she eats, when she answers the phone, when she sits in on briefings at her new job with unfamiliar faces that she has no jokes or fond memories or feelings with, when she goes to bed at night after putting her son to bed and wrapping her arm around her husband.

It’s a hated thing, this nagging rhyme, and it refuses to leave, a most unwanted guest.
Lola: [fringe] peed gene pooldamelola on September 2nd, 2011 09:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Criminal Minds, JJ gen
Ooh, I'm massively behind on Criminal Minds, but since I'm spoiled as all hell I kind of know what this is about and *guh*. Nicely done, it really feels like someone's actual thought process.
Re: Criminal Minds, JJ gen - damelola on September 2nd, 2011 10:27 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Lola: [bway] 2ndary charactersdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 09:47 pm (UTC)
PIMPING BANNER


Edited at 2011-09-02 09:51 pm (UTC)
Lola: [dwp] miranda meeting jacqdamelola on September 2nd, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)
Devil Wears Prada, Miranda/Andy, pole-dancing
Lola: [got] catelyndamelola on September 2nd, 2011 10:29 pm (UTC)
Game of Thrones, Ned/Catelyn, it's not so hard to be married.
well well wellahkna on September 3rd, 2011 02:51 am (UTC)
The West Wing, Friendship Bracelet, Amy Gardner/Liz Bartlet, PG
3607 words, located here
Lola: [damages] patty B&wdamelola on September 3rd, 2011 03:37 am (UTC)
Re: The West Wing, Friendship Bracelet, Amy Gardner/Liz Bartlet, PG
And now you get to prompt! Yay!
Lola: [damages] patty ellen at workdamelola on September 3rd, 2011 03:38 am (UTC)
Damages, Patty/Ellen, protection
well well wellahkna on September 3rd, 2011 04:21 am (UTC)
The West Wing, Toby/Andy, paper
senseless things: [OTP] joint checking // warmbonessoaked_in_stars on September 5th, 2011 11:34 pm (UTC)
The West Wing, Folded In This Scrap of Paper, Andy/Toby, g
When the justice of the peace took them aside to sign their marriage license, Toby stood just behind Andrea, and off to the side, letting his bride scrawl her name first. They were on the porch of her parents’ house on the Chesapeake, and a breeze picked up as she leaned over to sign the paper under the watchful eye of her sister and his brother.

The breeze sent a loose strand of hair sweeping across her face as she signed, and she pushed it back behind her ear before straightening up and turning to him. She held the pen out, smile just barely on her lips but so clear in his eyes that he absolutely had to kiss her before he turned to official business.

*****

Andrea liked filling out forms, liked that feeling of thoroughness that came with making sure each and every box was filled out fully and properly. She had a small sheaf of papers eating away at her mind as she headed out of the office, handed back to her having been quadruple checked the day before by a longtime assistant just as diligent as she was.

Now, at home, a glass of Shiraz sitting on the large wood desk she and Toby shared in their one-step-up-from-cramped apartment, she saw an orange post-it stuck to the top of her papers, Toby’s round scribble in dark, dark pen.

Sign the papers, Andrea. We’ve got a campaign to run.

She did.

*****

The divorce papers came from her lawyer on a Tuesday, and she immediately rejected the attorney’s suggestion that Andrea sign them there before they sent them – cold and official – to Toby’s lawyer. Human layers and manila envelopes between them, the opposite of how they ever wanted to behave.

The office wasn’t right either, so she caught him at home late that night, and handed him a whisky bottle along with the envelope that would dissolve their marriage.

He looked down at both items in his hands – so similar to the old days, when she’d show up late, more often than not with a bottle, and the darkness would protect their secret fears. But now, he simply stepped back to open the door a little wider and let her in. They would do this together.

*****

He signed away his soul for the pretty white house, and as he was scrawling his name – dark strokes and slashes on so many pages of so many documents that he was starting to feel like Zorro – what came over him was peace rather than nervousness.

This was right. This was both unexpected and what she’d expected of him all along, what he’d never really realized. This would be where she’d finally say yes – maybe on the back porch, looking out at the yard she loved; or maybe upstairs, in the master bedroom with the window seat; she could sit there and he’d even maybe do the terrible one knee thing that he hadn’t ever done before, but maybe this would be it. He bought her a house, after all. This would be where their kids would grow up; the girl in the room with the sweet yellow walls, and the boy in the one across the hall that overlooked the street.

This would be where his family lived.

*****

Toby knew Andy was ecstatic that the kids were there and safe and currently ensconced in bassinets across the room where a nurse tended to them with murmured words he couldn’t hear. And yet, every time she looked at him for more than a second, really looked, there was just a truly exhaustive sadness in her eyes. They’d hurt each other plenty of times before, but he knew that it was haunting her that this, arguably their biggest blowup, came within an hour of their children’s birth.

So he distracted and cajoled in his subtle, quiet way, anything to lift it from hanging between them for another single moment. When they came in with the birth certificate forms, Toby pulled his chair up next to Andy’s bed as they wheeled over a rolling table to spread the papers on. Names – yet another thing they’d argued about incessantly and hadn’t really come to a conclusion about, but he knew what would make her happy.

He curved a hand over her forearm, ignoring the pang in his chest when she twitched, but he squeezed her arm gently. “You know I hate to be the one to concede, but…he looks like a Huck to me,” he said quietly, eyes lifting to hers. It took an extra minute, but her lips finally curved into a smile.
well well wellahkna on September 3rd, 2011 04:46 am (UTC)
Rookie Blue, Dov/Gail, pizza and beer
Lola: [tww] cj close upsetdamelola on September 3rd, 2011 05:04 pm (UTC)
West Wing, CJ/Toby, AU - Goodnight and Good Luck
Tall drink: cjpretty--nextjulyciachick711 on September 5th, 2011 02:41 pm (UTC)
hnnng.
West Wing, CJ/Toby, Goodnight and Good Luck, Pt 1 - ciachick711 on September 6th, 2011 07:22 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Re: West Wing, CJ/Toby, Goodnight and Good Luck, Pt 2 - damelola on September 7th, 2011 01:58 am (UTC) (Expand)
Alexander's terrible, no good, very bad day: [the good wife] A + K: awkwardthreeguesses on September 3rd, 2011 07:08 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Look But Don't, Alicia/Kalinda, R
[From the AU where Alicia is the cheating State's Attorney. (She doesn't sleep with hookers, though; just Kalinda.) There's some blackmail and intrigue and Blake being a douche. I don't even know.]

It happens exactly once.

There aren’t any of the normal excuses. Alicia isn’t drunk, isn’t angry or sad or maudlin. She isn’t much of anything. She’s tired. They lost the case, a long line of sleepless nights for nothing, and she is just so fucking tired.

Kalinda has a clever mouth and neat, quick teeth. Her kisses are sharp and shallow, all lip and tug and almost no tongue. Alicia is stunned by the smell of her perfume, by how light she is to hold. When she tries to speak Kalinda nudges her chin to the side, licks at her ear. Says, “if we stop now it’ll be just as awkward as if we saw it through.”

So they don’t stop. They don’t slow down, don’t even take off their clothes. Kalinda presses Alicia back against the wall and fingers her, so slowly and thoroughly Alicia whines about it, arches her back. When she comes she bites at Kalinda’s palm.

Afterwards, they tidy themselves in silence, tug their skirts straight. Alicia smooths her hair, her blouse, searching for something to say. Kalinda smiles her inscrutable half-smile, its edges smudged and swollen from their kissing. Her eyes are mirrors and Alicia can’t read her expression.

It happens exactly once—

More than enough.


Edited at 2011-09-03 07:09 pm (UTC)
Lola: [tgw] alicia press confdamelola on September 3rd, 2011 07:44 pm (UTC)
Re: The Good Wife, Look But Don't, Alicia/Kalinda, R
Consider me officially in LOVE with this particular AU. Oh, Alicia.
Alexander's terrible, no good, very bad daythreeguesses on September 3rd, 2011 07:27 pm (UTC)
TGW/World War Z, [Untitled], Everyone/Everyone, PG
[From the one with the zombie apocalypse. I don't even know, you guys.]

It’s Kalinda who finally says it.

The news reports are getting more and more confused, noticeable gaps and things that don’t add up. Alicia’s been throwing herself into work (and there’s a lot of work nowadays; a lot of crime), keeping her head down. Congress is in session; the El is still running. Yesterday was Grace’s fourteenth birthday. Her friends took her out to dinner at a cheap Mexican chain, loud and colourful, slow service – somewhere that doesn’t mind when teenagers split appetizers. There are pictures of her in a giant foam sombrero.

Alicia flips through them on her phone. Looks at Grace’s flushed face and hunched shoulders, staid clothes. Looks at the girl on the left with the nose ring; the wide, laughing mouth. She hopes Grace and that girl are friends.

She thinks: it can’t be serious. The night janitor still comes in on time, there is laughter and fourteenth birthdays. She thinks: the restaurant wouldn’t still be using that stupid hat if—

Kalinda knocks on the doorframe.

And Alicia knows.



“It isn’t rabies,” Kalinda says.

“It’s a cover up,” Kalinda says.

And worst, worst of all: “I have a contact in the FBI.”

Alicia stops trying to rationalize then.

Outside the glass, Courtney is taking lunch orders from the other assistants. It’s a Tuesday. They’ll argue over sandwiches or salad, the redhead whose name Alicia can never remember advocating for pizza. Probably they’ll settle on sushi.

“Alicia.”

Their best bet is to go north, Kalinda is telling her. Like it’s normal, like it’s a case; here is the offshore bank account, the hole in her alibi. This is where they buried the body. North, where it’s cold, because that does something to—

Alicia shakes her head. (She’s been shaking it this whole time, like she could make it stop; stop hearing, stop it from being true.) “Kalinda, it’s the middle of summer.”

Kalinda lifts her chin. Says, “It won’t be when we get there.”

Alicia finally notices she’s saying ‘we’.



(Later, she’ll ask: “What made you think of me?”

They hadn’t been talking, weren’t friends. Alicia has never been camping in her life, can’t drive stick, can’t shoot a gun. Has kids. Alicia knows why she went – Grace’s picture blurring on her phone, Kalinda’s steady hands and eyes and insider knowledge. It was their best chance.

It wasn’t Kalinda’s.

When she asks, Kalinda’s face will smooth out into the blank stare Alicia remembers from personal conversations, questions that cut too close. I plead the fifth on the grounds that it may incriminate me.

“Needed someone to drive the RV.”)



Right now, though, Alicia doesn’t really care about Kalinda’s motivations. She walks out of work, abandons her three o’clock hearing in appeals court (they’ll manage, she isn’t the first; empty offices and abandoned chairs in the bullpen). She gets in her car. It takes her three tries to make it start.

Zack’s at a pool party. She interrupts, refusing Mrs. Such-and-such’s nervous offer of lemonade. Says that no, actually, Zach has to go right now. (She wonders how many other kids have been pulled out of swimming pools like this over the past few weeks, how many Mrs. Such-and-suches have been rebuffed.) There is a tiny boy with Grace’s childhood curls riding a blow-up dolphin. Alicia squints through the sun as he waves.

Zach is furious with her, sullen and silent the whole way home. She lectures him on autopilot about sunscreen, the flush across his shoulders. Halfway through the bit about skin cancer (well-worn now, the same every time: “your grandmother had it, it runs in the family, so don’t even think about—”), Alicia starts to cry. Zack – tucked away in the back, dripping onto his towel – doesn’t notice.

Grace is at home waiting for them, still in pyjamas. She gets up, surprised, when Alicia hustles Zack through the door. A popsicle drips down her arm.

Alicia corrals them like that, side by side on the couch and half-dressed. Zach shakes his wet head and Grace squeals, shoves at him with bare feet. They grow quiet and solemn when Alicia pulls up the ottoman. Takes their hands.

“It’s a divorce,” Grace says, and Alicia feels a moment of perverse relief in telling her no.
Lola: [tgw] kalicia phonedamelola on September 3rd, 2011 07:46 pm (UTC)
Re: TGW/World War Z, [Untitled], Everyone/Everyone, PG
This is already better than any zombie thing I've ever watched. And trust Kalinda to be in the loop. Wonderful.
Re: TGW/World War Z, [Untitled], Everyone/Everyone, PG - ahkna on September 6th, 2011 12:55 am (UTC) (Expand)
Alexander's terrible, no good, very bad day: [stock] gay citythreeguesses on September 3rd, 2011 07:33 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Alicia/Nancy Crozier, manipulation
Lola: [m.streep] DWP globedamelola on September 3rd, 2011 08:04 pm (UTC)
"It's just... you're such a role model, you know?"

Alicia almost spits out her wine at that. (It's not a bad bottle, 26 year old associates from Michigan must get paid a lot more than Alicia thought).

"Ms. Crozier--"

"Please. Call me Nancy."

*

"I thought," Alicia gasps, "that you wanted to talk about a settlement."

Nancy doesn't answer right away, probably because her mouth is still busy between Alicia's thighs. With one more long lick, she pulls away and stares up at Alicia, incredulous.

"Didn't you know? I'm off the case. Otherwise this sure wouldn't be ethical, now, would it?"

Alicia tries to say that she's beginning to forget what ethical looks like these days, or hey, try keeping the lines from blurring when you're a lawyer and a politician's wife. She thinks about saying that she used to try harder, at telling right from wrong.

But Nancy, with her suspicious enthusiasm and entirely too-talented tongue, is not so easily distracted from her task. She leans back in, over Alicia's hastily pulled-down panties and resumes her attentions to Alicia's clit. She licks harder now, faster, and Alicia knows she hasn't a hope in hell of holding out.

She comes, biting down on the sleeve of her Donna Karan jacket, and Nancy actually chuckles at her handiwork.

"I was right," Nancy says, getting up off her knees with an ease that Alicia envies, just a little.

"Right about what?" Alicia tries to snap, but her heart isn't in it. She sounds lazy, post-coital. She wonders if her knees are going to hold her for much longer. It becomes academic when Nancy wraps her arms around Alicia's waist, holding her up as she claims a kiss.

Alicia doesn't want to think about why she likes tasting herself on Nancy's mouth, when she's never let Peter do it. She likes it, tonight, and that's enough.

Nancy's eyes are bright and dancing as she ends the kiss, and Alicia finds herself unbuttoning Nancy's pants without any need for an invitation. This is a private bathroom, after all, so why waste it?

"I thought you'd be really hot, if you just learned to let go," Nancy explains at last, hissing a little as Alicia trails tongue and then teeth against Nancy's elegant neck.

"Oh, shut up," Alicia mutters.

By the time she's done, Nancy can't form words at all, and that feels a hell of a lot like winning. Alicia fixes her clothes and washes her still-shaking hands while Nancy slides down the tiled wall, still trying to catch her breath.

As she leaves, Alicia pauses in the open doorway.

"Goodbye, Ms. Crozier."
(no subject) - threeguesses on September 3rd, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Alexander's terrible, no good, very bad day: [the good wife] Alicia + Owenthreeguesses on September 3rd, 2011 07:38 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Owen/David Lee, other people are boring
Lola: [tgw] kalinda badassdamelola on September 3rd, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Alicia/Kalinda, bail
lovely surprise: {Dana} BAMFgirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)
Castle, Any Other Name, Castle/Jordan, PG, 1/2
This is the crazy AU world in my head where the woman Castle fell in love with in college, Allison, is actually Jordan Shaw.

**

"Jordan Shaw?" It's the first time he's managed to catch her alone since she climbed out of the black SVU and threw him for a loop.

She turns with that Mona Lisa smile of hers, coffee cup in hand and looks him up and down. "Richard Castle?" It's as much an accusation as his was.

Silence stretches between them as he writes and rewrites what he wants to say in his mind before finally settling on what seems to be at the forefront of his mind. "I searched for you for over a year."

"You mean you searched for Allison for over a year." She corrects easily.

"Which is apparently why I couldn't find her. Because she didn't exist!"

She takes pity on him then. "She did exist. For 20 years. She disappeared the next day."

"And Jordan Shaw was born?"

"Shortly thereafter." She drinks the coffee and studies him for a second. "So, now that you know what happened to Alison, care to tell me what happened to Rick Rodgers?"

"He became a bestselling author and changed his name so people wouldn't get him confused with a dead composer." He smiles at her, the same smile he'd used all those years ago, the smile she had fallen in love with.

"Rick, I –"

Esposito and Ryan choose that moment to come into the break room, effectively stopping any conversation about the past. Jordan excuses herself and Castle watches as she walks away.

**

"So, Shaw like Robert Shaw?"

"Picked up on that, huh?" She's smiling again and he can see her lying with her head in his lap, laughing at his observations about the party around them.

"Where did Jordan come from then?"

"Well, Mr. Castle, I'd think you'd know that."

He's puzzling over it when Beckett comes back into the War Room, followed by Jordan's people.

"This isn't over." He whispers to her. She just smiles that secret smile and turns her attention to the case.

**

"So, married huh?"

"Yes." She says it softly, as if cushioning the blow.

"I hope he makes you very happy." It's sincere, in the way she remembers that he was that night, and it's like a kick in the gut, to think that she had to have hurt him badly when she disappeared.

"He does. So does my daughter."

"You've got a daughter, too? Picture swap!" His eyes light up as he pulls out his wallet, and even though they don't have time for this, hers is out too.

"She's beautiful." He tells her as he looks at the little girl with the red curls smiling back from the photo.

"So is she." She nods, the older red headed beauty catching her attention. "Thing for redheads there Rick?"

He laughs, but it's hollow. "Got my heart broken by a redhead and a brunette in college. Had better memories of the redhead, so I tried to recapture that. It didn't work out so well, but at least I got Alexis out of the deal."

Her hand reaches out and touches his face before she's aware of it. "Maybe someday you'll forgive me."

His hand catches hers, squeezes softly. "I do."

There's a commotion in the bullpen and the moment is gone as they both tuck the pictures away and head back out to see what's happening.
lovely surprise: {Dana} Glassesgirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 04:08 am (UTC)
Castle, Any Other Name, Castle/Jordan, PG, 2/2
**

After they collar Dunn, Castle insists on Jordan getting checked out and much to her chagrin, everyone agrees. He offers to take her to the hospital, and everyone is so preoccupied with closing the case, they agree with little suspicion.

"You okay?" He asks when they're settled in the car.

"I'm fine, Rick."

He lets out a puff of air. "When Beckett told me that you hadn't made it home… Having you disappear once without saying goodbye was plenty, alright?"

"Alright." She reaches out and squeezes his hand. "Thank you for saving me, even after everything. I know it was you who figured out where Dunn had me."

"I already told you, I forgive you. There is nothing you could do that would stop me from protecting you. Besides, Beckett was the one who listened and who went in."

"You two make a great team."

He nods and focuses on parking the car. "Come on, let's get you checked out." He takes her hand when they get out of the car, and for the few moments it takes to walk into the hospital, she allows it.

**

She gets a clean bill of health and a few stitches on the cut on her cheek. When they reach the car, he hands her a wrapped gift.

"Rick?"

He smiles. "Just open it."

She pulls off the paper to reveal a copy of 'In A Hail Of Bullets'. She runs her fingers over the cover and then smiles up at him. "Thank you, but I already have a copy. At the risk of inflating your ego, I have copies of all your books."

He looks like a kid in a candy shop when she tells him that. "I thought as much. But, you don't have this particular copy. Open it."

She opens the book to find that he has signed it.

To the real Allison Jordan. I have been privileged to know both sides of you. Allison, I will always cherish the memories of you, the girl that made me fall in love with her in six hours. Jordan, keep slaying those dragons as only you can. With utmost love and respect to both of you, Richard Castle/Rick Rodgers.

"You just had to kill me off, didn't you?" She laughs after reading the dedication, indicating the character of Allison Jordan, the murdered Broadway actress. The character Rick had named after her and that she, in turn, had used to name herself.

"Maybe I was working through some issues I had with your leaving at the time I wrote the book," he tells her with a grin, "but you took the character's last name so…"

"I guess we both wanted to hang on to the past in some way."

"I guess so."

"Although I'm also concerned about the mommy issues raised by the fact that you made your murder victim a Broadway actress."

"So was my mother."

They laugh together and for the few remaining moments, it's like the years have melted away and they are once again Rick and Allison, laughing and talking and falling in love.

**

"I'm gonna miss you." He tells her, hugging her tight, ignoring the looks from Beckett and everyone else.

"I'll be back." She whispers against his ear. "I promise."

"Bye, Allison." He says, because he needs the chance to say it this time.

She pulls back and looks into his eyes. "Goodbye, Rick."

And once again she slips out of his life. Only this time, she said goodbye.
lovely surprise: {FNL} Clear Eyes Full Heartgirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 01:11 pm (UTC)
Friday Night Lights, any, future - and he wouldn't trade a day for all those Friday nights
lovely surprise: {TGW} Dianegirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 01:16 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, Diane/any female, not exactly closeted
Lola: [fringe] olivia bang bangdamelola on September 4th, 2011 04:05 pm (UTC)
Fringe/V/X-Files, Resistance, Olivia/Erica/Scully, G (fragment)
Olivia pulls the SUV over just before the crumbling fence that even in its heyday couldn't have been described as white-picket. There's hardly any noise when she steps down onto the gravel path, beyond the slamming of the passenger door when Erica steps out.


Not that Erica has been forthcoming since Olivia met her in the arrivals terminal. Olivia tries not to be a snob about the Fringe Division, but she's also tired of explaining it to outsiders who don't believe a word she says until the deformed bodies and impossible feats start piling up in front of their eyes.


They'd made small-talk about their journeys, but the mention of the private plane that gave Olivia a couple of hours' head-start appears to have offended Erica in some way. Still, she punched the details into the SatNav and hadn't argued about which radio station to have humming in the background; Olivia has had worse temporary partners.


Olivia checks the address on her phone again, wondering if Astrid could somehow have made a mistake. It can't be easy to concentrate in a room with Walter alternating between singing arias and blowing things up. Not to mention the cow.


She looks across the hood of the car and sees the same skepticism on Erica's face, evident even with the stylish aviators that obscure her eyes. She doesn't invite Agent Evans to follow, but there's only a momentary pause before a second set of footsteps join hers on the loose gravel.


There's a hum in the air, probably some kind of electrical supply, and Olivia thinks that she can hear the faint sounds of fresh running water. Not a bad piece of land, though most of it seems either unplanted or overgrown.


Erica reaches the door first, overtaking Olivia with a few determined strides when they reach the porch. Her knock is loud and unmistakable, practically regulation Fed.


Erica lifts her hand to knock again, the other resting on the catch of her holster; it's only then that the door opens a crack. There's a sliver of a man visible in the gap: tall, bearded and wearing something gray. Olivia is about to withdraw her own weapon when the chain slips back and the door opens to a more welcoming angle. The face is familiar, though she could swear she's never met the man. He gives the two women a lopsided smile before leaning back into the house to yell.


"Scully! The Feds are here."


He gestures for them both to enter, giving their offered IDs no more than a cursory glance. Once they step in from the hallway to a comfortable sitting room, Olivia realizes that the dilapidation outside is a carefully cultivated disguise. Her memory spins through thousands of files stored away like snapshots until she alights on his name.


Mulder. Fox Mulder.


In a way, he's her career ancestor, the guy that new cadets will still hear stories about at Quantico: 'Spooky'. Back when the X designation had been active, paranormal events and Fringe science had been regarded as a joke. Now, there were spaceships lodged over the major cities of the world and at least a handful of people had flitted into other universes. Progress, Olivia supposed, with a wry smile.



Once seated, Erica Evans comes to life. Her blue eyes somehow transforms from glacial to sparkling, and her smile is irritatingly infectious. Olivia has only met the woman once before, but already she can feel their alliance forming, feel the fledgling stages of a partnership. It stings a little, this familiar but painful sensation. It brings to mind Charlie, and John, and the other men who betrayed her or got taken from her. Maybe it'll be different with a woman; maybe this case won't end in a fresh wave of heartbreak.


Erica is making small talk with Mulder, who offers them drinks but makes no move towards the kitchen. They're talking about the Knicks, of all things, but Olivia hates all New York teams and can't help feeling there are more pressing matters. It's only when Mulder mentions emails that Olivia realizes that Erica has the jump on her here: they've already been in contact. It makes sense, Olivia is forced to concede: if you're forming a resistance to invading aliens, it's not the worst idea to consult with the guy who was almost destroyed for trying to warn the government about them.
senseless things: [V] fibbies // laurenzorzsoaked_in_stars on September 4th, 2011 08:56 pm (UTC)
Re: Fringe/V/X-Files, Resistance, Olivia/Erica/Scully, G (fragment)
Love.this.for.ever.
Lola: [tgw] kalinda eye rolldamelola on September 4th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, History Repeating 1/2 , Alicia/Kalinda, PG
*AU in which Kalinda didn't sleep with Peter. But someone else did*

This time, the girl's name is Candy.

Alicia would bet her year’s salary on that not being the name on the girl’s birth certificate, but it turns out she doesn't care enough to keep reading and find out. She shoves the Trib in the recycling pile and deletes the site from her computer favorites, at least for now.

Peter has the sense not to tell her in person. He calls her, from the hotel room that Jackie is no doubt footing the bill for, and Alicia hangs up halfway through the apology that she doesn't need to hear.

The kids are off at camp, and she's so glad she persuaded Zach to go for one last summer. Grace insisted on Bible Camp, and in the face of yet another public humiliation, Alicia thinks a little morality in her life may not be the worst thing after all. Let Jesus pick up the slack for a while, because Alicia can't think what else she could have done to shield her children; the blame lies squarely at Peter's feet now.

She drinks a glass or three of a decidedly average Shiraz and showers off the day under almost a half-hour of scalding water. When she looks in the bathroom mirror, it's hard to tell that she's been crying.

The next morning, she drives to work just a little earlier. The paparazzi lie in wait, but she's been practicing her blank expression and toneless 'no comment' for longer than she cares to think about.

*

Kalinda is the only person to act like nothing has changed. She might be just a little more readily available than normal, but Alicia rationalizes that it's a big case, and the firm is buzzing with rumors of a pay bump. By the end of the week, their client is pleading down from murder one to manslaughter, and it's hard to remember the last time Alicia felt so tired.

Will avoids her, whether to spare her further gossip or because he has no idea what to say, and Alicia is glad of the respite. Diane risks the occasional sympathetic glance, and only those who don't know better try to engage Alicia on the subject she's avoiding. Assistants whose names she doesn't know try to elicit responses from her in the hallways, in the elevator, but she ignores them all as consistently as she does the photographers.

She has to hope another story breaks soon. Thank god this is Chicago, and the next political scandal can only ever be days away.

*

It's that evening, with the sun already setting, when Kalinda takes Alicia by the arm as they both walk into the parking lot. Surprised at the sudden contact, Alicia tries to form a protest. They're standing by Kalinda's car, that black behemoth which is just another way of telling the world, "don't fuck with me", and Kalinda quirks her eyebrow in an unspoken question.

"Take me somewhere... different," Alicia pleads. She's in the passenger seat and buckling her seatbelt before she can reconsider.

They drive almost all the way to O'Hare, and Alicia supposes she should know the neighborhoods of Cook County a little better after all these years, but in Franklin Park Kalinda pulls off the expressway. It's barely more than a village, Alicia remembers, but there's a suggestion of bars and restaurants, places that Alicia has never visited.

Temptations is emblazoned in red above the door, but Kalinda is leading the way inside before Alicia can ask any questions. Inside, the bar is already beginning to get crowded, a post-work rush from people who work shorter days than Alicia with her billable hours. There's a dance floor, which reminds Alicia of a church hall, of all things, but nobody is swaying to the still subdued music.

When they take up a table in the corner, Alicia surmises that Kalinda must be a regular, since her drink appears on the table without her having to ask. The waitress shoots Alicia a glare as she takes her order, and there's an awkward silence during which Alicia considers asking if that woman is another in the string of unhappy exes.
Lola: [tgw] alicia you what?damelola on September 4th, 2011 06:12 pm (UTC)
The Good Wife, History Repeating 2/2 , Alicia/Kalinda, PG
Alicia's martini isn't long in coming, and Kalinda orders the tequila shots in anticipation. That's something, Alicia thinks, that there's still someone in the world who can anticipate her needs. Peter used to be capable of that, when they were first married-- surprising her with thoughtful gifts and wonderful evenings as a break from the kids. Still, the kids are grown up and she and Peter have grown apart; Alicia can't see the point in nostalgia, but she intends to drown it in Patrón just in case.

It’s refreshing not to have to make small talk, because Kalinda won’t engage anyway. Kalinda probably knew before the papers broke the story, but Alicia can’t get mad at her for not telling; she wouldn’t have wanted to hear it anyway.

“So, you thought that the best way to avoid scandal was to bring me to a lesbian bar?” She asks, with a smile to show that she’s teasing. It’s not as hard as the other smiles she’s been faking all week.

“Homophobe,” Kalinda shoots back before finishing her drink.

“Well, I did say ‘different’, I suppose.”

Replacement drinks arrive at Kalinda’s half-hearted wave, and Alicia downs her shot without hesitation. It warms her throat without burning, makes her chest feel like she’s being hugged without even being touched. This is better. This is what she needs, tonight.

“You wanna dance?” Kalinda asks, not looking at Alicia.

Alicia laughs so hard that it comes out in a snort. That just makes her laugh even more, and she’s relieved to hear Kalinda joining in.

“Maybe you should call the papers first. Let’s really give them something to write about.”

“I would--” Kalinda starts, but she’s fidgeting as she says it. “I would never do that. Not to you.”

Which, Alicia wants to say, begs the question of who exactly Kalinda has done that to before--but she decides in that moment that she doesn’t want to know. She lays her hand on Kalinda’s forearm, more pleased than she should be when Kalinda doesn’t shrug off the contact.

“I know.”

“So,” Kalinda says, able to look at Alicia again now that nothing approaching human emotion is involved. “You really want to dance?”

“I want to have fun, for one night,” Alicia answers as honestly as she can.

“Then let’s dance,” Kalinda says, standing up to lead the way. Alicia follows gratefully, her hips already caught by the louder beats of the music.

Thank God she still has a friend.
lovely surprise: {DH} Marcia & Danagirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 07:48 pm (UTC)
Desperate Housewives, Bree/Katherine (or Bree/Lynette or Bree/Gabi or any combination as long as it doesn't involve Susan), love thy neighbor
lovely surprise: {R&I} Badassgirlie_girl_23 on September 4th, 2011 07:50 pm (UTC)
Rizzoli & Isles, Jane/Maura, Angela decides to play matchmaker for her daughter once again, only this time she sets her up with the lovely Dr. Isles