For once I did all of them instead of being a slack-ass.

Here are the ficlets by request for the latest round:

SG-1 - Five times Cameron couldn't/wouldn't believe what Daniel was telling him

1.

"I'm not wearing that."

Jackson has his innocent face on which Cameron has learned he always wears when he's up to something truly evil. Right now, Jackson is holding aloft what looks like a skirt made of leaves and old condoms and he's enthusing about how traditional it is and how the village elders simply insist Cameron wears it during negotiations.

It, and nothing else.

"Do you really want to risk civil unrest just because you don't like people to see your knees?" Daniel asks, injecting I can't believe you're so selfish into his tone which is an accomplishment.

"I can hear Teal'c and Sam snickering outside," Cameron points out.

"Oh, well, um, they're laughing at a joke I told them... before."

"What joke?"

Jackson furrows his brow for a moment before he says, "What's the last thing to go through a bug's brain when it hits your windshield?" When Cameron just stares at Jackson blankly he says, "Its ass."

Cameron snorts but smacks a hand over his mouth quickly. "Okay, yes, funny, but I'm still not falling for it."

Later, when they are tumbling through the Event Horizon onto the ramp in the SGC, arrows and crude spears following them, Daniel has the good grace not to say I told you so.

But he does look smug.

2.

"Never?"

"No."

"Never, ever?"

"No."

"You mean... ever?"

"No Cameron, I have never eaten cotton candy. There weren't too many fairs when I went from dig to dig with my parents."

Cameron sits back for a moment, rubbing his chin. Finally he huffs a sigh and says, "No, but really? Never?"

Daniel drops his head onto his desk.

3.

"How did you get this number?"

"I just want to make sure it's really true."

"Yes Mitchell, Daniel has never had cotton candy."

"It's just... that's so wrong."

"He's probably never had a hotdog either. I made him eat his first burger."

"Now you're just pulling my leg."

"How about I just order you to believe me and to go to sleep. It's two in the morning here so I'm assuming it's some godforsaken time wherever you are too."

"Sure, thanks General."

4.

Cameron looks over Daniel's bruised face, taped-up ribs and the way he winces when he puts any weight on his right foot. "And you weren't tortured?" he asks again.

"Seriously, they were just confused and scared."

"They were confused and scared for six days?" Cameron prods because Daniel had been missing for that long, taken by a group of underfed, desperate freedom fighters from PG6-909 who were unhappy with how their government just kept getting richer and their people starved. Cameron understands the sentiment but he still wants to cut through them because he doesn't know what else to do with the anger he's feeling every time he sees Daniel's face.

Daniel levels his gaze at Cameron and says, "Yes."

5.

"Ever since I saw you."

Cameron blinks. "Really? Because I thought you had something with..." He doesn't really want to finish the sentence but Daniel's a translator by nature, picks up naunce and gesture like spoken language.

"Jack?"

"Yeah," Cameron says, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"I love Jack, always will. I want you."

"Oh," Cameron says intelligently and then grins. "Okay."
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SPN - Wing!fic - 5 things Dean had to use to repair Sam's wings

1.

It fascinates him that there's blood, like he knew they were a part of Sam but never really fathomed that they were a part of Sam. He gets cut on them, just like if he skinned his knee or bumped his elbow. He'd caught one of his wings on a sharp bit of wood poking out from the unfinished barn door and now there was blood and Sam whining about it hurting but at the same time ducking Dean's attempts to take a look.

"Just... hold still for a sec, geez!" Dean grunts, finally pinning Sam with arms to the sides and the unhurt wing whacking him in the back of the head. He's got a determined look and a Hello Kitty bandaid in hand.

No squirming little brother is going to get out of being healed dammit.

2.

Dean's trying not to find it funny, but Sam has a snapped-off broom handle fashioned into a splint and he was taken out by a low-flying remote controlled toy helicopter.

Little Danny Spinken was mortified that he'd broken Sanctuary's resident celebrity and very own Big Bird and his insistence that he hold Sam's hand all the way back to town was only adding to the fact that this was the most hilarious thing in the history of ever.

3.

Stripped off pieces of Dean's shirt seemed like a good idea at the time.

4.

"No."

Dean lowers his hand, feather-pillow in it that he'd held triumphantly up for Sam's inspection. He frowns. "Why not?"

"I'll just put up with it till it's grown back in," Sam grumbles, tucking his wings tighter around himself. On the underside of his wing, courtesy of Sam actually tripping as he made a landing on the road behind the Impala and therefore sliding a few metres, is an impressive bald patch.

Sam's acting like this is as bad as the time with the Nair.

"Why not? Little super glue and some of these and no one will ever know."

Sam just scowls.

5.

He's not sure what else to do so he holds Sam's wing together with his hands and prayer. His brother is going ashy with blood loss and Dean screams for Bobby.
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SPN - Five times Dean played dumb to make Sam feel better

1.

Sam likes to have a place carved out for himself in the world. He likes to have everything defined and structured and in its place. He has boxes and categories and alphabetises like an obsessed person.

He even does it when it comes to his family.

John is easy, slotting into overbearing and misunderstanding father like he was made for it. Sam has a little more trouble when it comes to splitting him and Dean so Dean just shrugs and says, I'm the pretty one and you're the smart one.

Sam looks relieved when it's all resolved like that and when Sam's happy, Dean's happy.

2.

Sam likes homework because he's a giant dork-freak.

He likes helping Dean with his because then he feels special and accelerated.

Dean's gotten very good at pretending he's stuggling, mostly because he likes it when they're pressed shoulder to shoulder in the too-dim light from the single lamp, Sam not bitching about everything under the sun for once. He likes Sam's fingers tracing pages, pointing out how Dean got it wrong or what he missed.

He likes his brother and these days, it's the only time he feels like his brother likes him back.

3.

When he says I understand Sam just rolls his eyes and laughs, an ugly sound.

How could you, Sam demands, because right now he's the only one that's known loss. So Dean just nods, doesn't try to explain that every time Sam gets so much as a hang nail, the terror that rips through him means he knows.

He knows.

4.

Strangely enough, Sam likes to be the one to point out to Dean when he's being checked out. Sam is oblivious for himself but seems to get some kind of satisfaction from being able to tell just which chick will be receptive to Dean's advances.

Dean knows which ones about three seconds after walking into a place, but he never tells Sam that.

5.

Dean's terrified. He can imagine all the ways this will end badly but when Sam asks, you think we'll be okay, Dean just nods, shrugs and says, Sure, why wouldn't we be?

Every time.
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Five times Bobby [sorta] said I love you to Sam and/or Dean

1.

"You're an idjit."

2.

"Hey, I never said thanks for going to get the Impala when I was... otherwise engaged," Dean says, sipping at his beer on Bobby's porch. It's late in the day, they're both beat and Sam's snoring inside. It's a rare time where Dean knows where everyone he loves is and that they're safe.

"Wasn't any trouble. I didn't want some stranger stripping her for parts. Anyway, I knew you were gonna be needin' her when you got... better."

Dean looks up at the sky and then back at Bobby. "Yeah, anyway. Thanks."

3.

He knew it was a mistake, but Bobby had never chosen the easy way to do anything. When the fair lumbered its way into town and set up in the clearing only ten minutes down from his place, he said screw it to keeping the boys inside and quiet and took them on down.

He regrets it of course, both kids being stuffed full of sugar and excitement and therefore going missing every three point two seconds, but it's kinda worth it too.

At least, it feels like it is now, as the sun sets and he tows a blinking Dean behind him and has Sam draped over his shoulder like a sack of unconscious potatoes. Their father's in the hospital and the least he could do was make two small boys forget about that for a few hours.

He wishes he could do more but for now, this has to be enough.

4.

It's lucky they're in some podunk town with a spotty internet connection or they'd be sunk. Least, that's what Bobby's thinking as he glares at Sam and Dean through the bars of their jail cell.

He gets a finger under his tie which always feels like a noose around his neck and swallows thickly. The deputy in front of him is taking his time reading very carefully the paperwork Bobby has forged.

He's not worried. Kid's not even old enough to have hair on his balls and he's mostly giving the paperwork the old once-over for looks. He confirms it when he says, "So, everything looks in order here. I'll just get the keys. It'll just be a sec, Sir."

When the kid goes, Bobby looks back at Sam and Dean who are both bitin' on their lips, trying not to laugh. It always kills them when he's in a monkey suit.

Damn near kills him too.

"One word," he warns. "Just one word and I'll let them use my iPhone to look up that you two are on the Most Wanted list."

"You have a iPhone?" Sam manages to get out and then they're both off, laughing up a storm.

It shows how much Bobby cares that he doesn't leave them there to rot.

5.

"You're both idjits."
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