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Thursday - AUs

Today is AU day. You can change a canonical event or make your characters completely different people.

No more than 5 prompts in a row and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. (Of course, if one of your prompts is answered, you can prompt again.)
No spoiler prompts for a week after it has aired - and, if your ficlet contains spoilers, put a warning in bold and leave three spaces. This is especially important since we've hit premiere season with tv shows.

Please remember our code monkeys and use the correct formatting of prompts, i.e.

CSI, Warrick/author's choice, Warrick survived the Undersherrif's attempt to kill him
Kane RPS, Chris/Steve, college roommates

Leverage/Supernatural, Dean/Eliot, Eliot is the hunter and Dean is the hitter

If nothing catches your eye today, don't forget to check out the Lonely Prompts.



Nov. 12th, 2009 12:53 pm (UTC)
SG1/SGA, Cam/John, After the plane crash, Cam ends up leaving the Air Force. John, meanwhile, was dishonorably discharged after going against orders in Afghanistan.
Jan. 5th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
Contrails, John/Cam
Cam wakes up, sudden and startled, and for a second, he thinks the planes overhead are his imagination, tail end of a dream. Except that’s not an engine he knows or flew, and then he wakes up the rest of the way, enough to register the bright, clear light of late morning.

Pain killer hangover. It’s probably why he was dreaming about planes, because he doesn’t, hasn’t since he decided he wanted to keep walking more than he wanted to keep flying. It’s just when the pain’s bad that he dreams about why he had to choose.

The planes roar past again, and they’re nowhere near an Air Force base, somewhere that it would make sense. When he gets awkwardly to his feet, they’ve disappeared over the other side of the building, nothing but contrails.

Mystery for later, if he can mainline enough coffee to wake his brain up properly.

“Hey,” John’s voice says quietly as Cam steps into the den. He starts, nearly loses his sometimes precarious balance, because it’s Friday and John should be at work.

He shouldn’t be curled into an arm chair, bare feet, jeans and one of Cam’s old shirts, looking down at the floor.

“What’s wrong?” Cam asks. He’s already imagining the worst: accident, illness, his family or John’s.

“John?” he prompts again. John doesn’t turn to him, and Cam can’t get in his eye-line when he’s looking down. He leans against the arm of the chair instead, hoping John will look up.

“Everything’s fine,” John says, talking to the floor. “Didn’t feel like going in today.”

It’s an obvious lie, so obvious that Cam knows John wants to tell, except the planes pass over their building again, and Cam doesn’t have to ask, John’s eyes flickering to the window for a split second before he hunches even further into himself.

“Air show tomorrow,” John says, his voice flat. “Practice run. Couple more hours.”

Perils of being a homebody, because it’s the first Cam’s heard of the damn thing. “John,” he says softly, touching John’s shoulder.

John twitches away, half-turning away from Cam to press his shoulder against his drawn up knee. “My own stupid fault,” he says. Cam knows John’s trying to sound angry, at himself, at the Air Force, at the words, but he just sounds like he’s in pain. He wants to touch, but this is still too new for him to know how far he can push, nothing like how they were the first time around, years ago.

“It’s fine,” John says. “I’m fine. You want some coffee? Or breakfast? I’d offer to take you out, but I’m supposed to be too sick to work so –“

“John,” Cam says, risking the tips of his fingers against the bare skin above John’s collar, because he does know John well enough to know that the babbling is never a sign that anything’s about to get better. “Sweetheart…”

John shudders under his hand, and when he looks over to Cam, his eyes are very bright. “It’s worth it,” he says, wrapping one hand around Cam’s wrist like he’s not sure Cam will get it. “And Holland’s parents got to bury him, not an empty coffin…” He looks down, then ducks his head to rest his forehead against the back of his own wrist, the back of Cam’s hand. Cam shifts his weight enough to bring his other hand up to run through John’s hair, and tries not to think about John, crashed and lost and grieving, dragged back to safety only to be thrown out for disobeying orders.

“I didn’t want to leave,” John says, very quietly. “I want to be up there.”

“I know,” Cam says. The planes go by again, and this time John hunches into Cam instead of himself. It’s a little better, but it’s still more miserable than Cam can stand for John to be. “Let’s go away for the weekend,” he offers. “Road trip. The beach.”

John shakes his head without lifting it. “You don’t have to.”

“You don’t have to stay here and be heart-broken,” Cam says. “It doesn’t have to be difficult all the time.”

John makes a neutral sound. It probably won’t be any easier, really – Cam does know that the planes are a trigger, not the real problem – but maybe it won’t be worse.

“I’m not heart-broken,” John says. “Mended, mostly.” He looks up, meets Cam’s eyes with a weak smile. “But okay. Yeah. I’d rather not be here right now.”

“I’m glad you’re here the rest of the time,” Cam says, turning his hand to squeeze John’s, and John sighs, touches Cam’s damaged leg, and says, “Me too.”
Jan. 5th, 2010 10:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
I think you're the only person who could write Cam saying "Sweetheart" to John and have it just...work.

This was amazing though. So much information and emotion packed into such a short fic. I love that Cam understands John, that John is willing to open up, and that we see just how much flying means to John, but it isn't overdone and tacky. Loved this!
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!

I think you're the only person who could write Cam saying "Sweetheart" to John and have it just...work.

I've definitely read someone else use it as well, and it's driving me up the wall that I can't remember who it was, but thank you for the compliment :o)
Jan. 5th, 2010 11:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
God, this is perfect, the mood of the story, sad and full of grief and longing, but tempered by Cam's love and empathy. I feel so bad for both of them, having lost so much. I have to really agree with the comment above: I edited out Cam saying "sweetheart" to John in my unfinished cm_tropefic because the scene was already too angsty. You have such a light touch here, it totally works. *sighs in envy*
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!

sad and full of grief and longing

I read this and went back to figure out the last time I wrote something with this pairing that wasn't at least partly sad - September! And they weren't even the focus of the story.
Jan. 5th, 2010 11:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Oh, poor damaged boys... and yes, this is about the only time I've ever seen "Sweetheart..." work in fic!
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!

this is about the only time I've ever seen "Sweetheart..." work in fic!

Cam's totally the kind of person to call people by an endearment when they matter... I'd swear it's canon that he's called Sam 'baby' once, but I may just have internalised fanon to a disturbing degree.
Jan. 6th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Cam is so damn sweet. And John. Oh, John. These fellas press all my comfort buttons.

Perfectly lovely. :)
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!

Cam is so damn sweet

Yeah-makes him lovely to write about :o)
Jan. 6th, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Loved it.

Bittersweet and just *contented sigh* lovely....

I really adored it.

Thank you!
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:53 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!
Jan. 6th, 2010 10:06 am (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
This was lovely. I love how you can make such a short snippet say so much about John and Cam and what they've both been through. And you're one of very few writers who can make "sweetheart" fall naturally out of a character's mouth. That is pretty damn impressive in itself.
Jan. 6th, 2010 02:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you!

And you're one of very few writers who can make "sweetheart" fall naturally out of a character's mouth

Really only Cam's - I can't imagine John saying it. Though possibly Vala...
Jan. 29th, 2010 03:54 am (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Oh, boys!

Great work with John's body language here.
Jan. 29th, 2010 09:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Thank you-weirdly for me, I could see this whole thing in my head while I was writing it, which made the body language easy.
Nov. 21st, 2012 11:16 pm (UTC)
Re: Contrails, John/Cam
Oh, that's heartbreaking


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