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Writing Meme seen a couple of places...
It's like a wee!remix. Feel free to either post in comments or post on your own journal but don't forget to link! Multifandom... !
Dean is fourteen and Sammy ten when he hears his little brother crying in the bathroom.
They’d been fighting for what felt like weeks.
The Jumper was in a flat spin and John, slumped sideways, was bleeding out.
Dean woke to a little boy curled into his stomach.
"I never thanked you.”
“Huh.”
He had watched the great steam powered Tantou slice through the sky and had thought, I wish to fly too.
Dean had stopped answering the phone four months after he left.
“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not doing your personnel spreadsheets for you,” Lorne said as a figure appeared in his office doorway
Her editor, Brutus, is looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
She calls him Soldier Boy and he says to stop it and she says she likes the sibilance of the SB sound and it’s either that or son of a bitch.
Sisters, Dean thinks. Fuckin’ typical.
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
The local movie cinema is a dive, but owned by a friend of Jensen’s named Buddy.
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”
I post the first lines to some of my stories and your mission, should you choose to accept, is to write drabbles or ficlets or, heck, haiku, whatever you like, using those first lines. You can change the names and fandom.
It's like a wee!remix. Feel free to either post in comments or post on your own journal but don't forget to link! Multifandom... !
Dean is fourteen and Sammy ten when he hears his little brother crying in the bathroom.
They’d been fighting for what felt like weeks.
The Jumper was in a flat spin and John, slumped sideways, was bleeding out.
Dean woke to a little boy curled into his stomach.
"I never thanked you.”
“Huh.”
He had watched the great steam powered Tantou slice through the sky and had thought, I wish to fly too.
Dean had stopped answering the phone four months after he left.
“How many times do I have to say it, I’m not doing your personnel spreadsheets for you,” Lorne said as a figure appeared in his office doorway
Her editor, Brutus, is looking at her with a raised eyebrow.
She calls him Soldier Boy and he says to stop it and she says she likes the sibilance of the SB sound and it’s either that or son of a bitch.
Sisters, Dean thinks. Fuckin’ typical.
Some people that live within the walls of the floating city, think of Atlantis as a living being.
Sam fumbles the phone off her nightstand when it shrills to life at two in the morning and puts it to her ear, rolling onto her back.
The local movie cinema is a dive, but owned by a friend of Jensen’s named Buddy.
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”
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She calls him Soldier Boy and he says to stop it and she says she likes the sibilance of the SB sound and it’s either that or son of a bitch.
In the end he relents, not that she'd give a shit whether he did or didn't. But he decides that he prefers Soldier Boy to being called The Boy King at any rate. He doesn't admit as much to Ruby of course. Doesn't want to share the way being referred to as a King makes him feel all at once unworthy (defective, fucked up, cursed) and yet, goaded by the prospect of immeasurable power (evil, demonic power). Power, that should he tap into, he's pretty confident, would flood through his body and swallow him up. Destroying him and those around him, well...those it would take out too.
The potential for such great power won't leave him alone, won't go away however badly he wants it too. It's like a constant migraine pounding behind his eyes. But he carries on ignoring it, until it eventually becomes a distant hum at the back of his mind. He carries on grinning at Dean's jokes, eating greasy meals in late-night diners, watching infomercials just to make fun of the sap trying to sell such crappy junk ("Dean, we don't need a fucking Thigh Master.") and showering in crummy bathrooms which are stained with blood from the previous night's hunt and smell strongly of Dean's aftershave and cheap motel soap.
When Dean is gone the title Ruby gave him rings in his ears again and the distant hum of power grows into an all out scream. It blocks out everything until he can't hear Bobby shouting at him to "stop, Sam goddamn it." Can't hear the roar of the Impala's engine, can't hear Dean's cassette tapes which he feeds into the car stereo one after another …he just hears "Soldier Boy"…and he can't outrun it and can't ignore it anymore, there's simply no diversion or determination strong enough without Dean.
So Sam stops running. He sets the power free and goes to war.
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Hehehee... this was from an SGA/Buffy fic - Lorne/Faith. :D