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Tuesday: Generations

Parents. Grandparents. Children. Or maybe a less literal legacy, and a more literal "next generation"?

That's right, today's theme is generations! Tell us something about the ones who came before, or the ones yet to come.

Just keep the rules in mind:
  • No more than three prompts for the same fandom.
  • No more than five prompts in a row.
  • If one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again.
  • No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.
  • Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

And don't forget to save our code monkeys some grief - follow the format!

For a single fandom:
Bleach, Isshin, from shinigami Captain to Dr. Dad
Supernatural, Dean/Lisa + Ben, the kid's everything he ever wanted

For a crossover:
Star Trek: TNG/Star Trek (2009), crew/crew, "Q, I know you're responsible for this!"

None of these prompts catch your eye? Don't forget about our Lonely Prompts!

tag = generations


Sep. 14th, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)
Torchwood, Gwen, Telling her child(ren) about what's really out there and the people who gave everything to save the world.
Nov. 18th, 2012 12:05 am (UTC)

Bedtime and Gwen found Anwyn and Gareth in their jim-jams, crouching under Anwyn's telescope aimed out the attic window, watching the sky above: out here in the country, they had the clearest views of the night sky, which made it easy for Anwyn to track the skies, using the telescope she'd begged Gwen and Rhys to give her for her tenth Christmas.

"Watching for spaceships?" Gwen asked, beaming on her kids.

"Nothing special, but I saw the rings of Saturn," Anwyn said.

"Anwyn says she saw a blue box go by," Gareth said.

"There's no spaceships that look like big blue boxes," Anwyn snipped. "How would it *fly*?"

"There could *something* shaped like a blue box," Gwen said, perching herself on a worn settee. "Come here," she said patting the cushions. Her daughter and son, born on either side of the Miracle, now old enough to start looking up at the sky and wondering what might be up there, came to sit on either side of her.

"There are...worlds out there, planets far away circling stars we haven't given names to, worlds with creatures and people you would think came right out of a sci-fi show," she said. "Some are harmless, some look scary but mean no harm, but some aren't above making trouble for everyone. And sometimes, they find their way to earth, accidentally or intentionally."

"Aliens? You mean there really are aliens?" Gareth blurted out, excited.

"Shush, Gareth, let Mum finish," Anwyn snipped.

"Yes, real aliens," Gwen said, with a sad smile. "And there used to be a group of people who made sure they found a way back to where came from, if they'd blundered in by accident and meant no harm. But sometimes, they had to fight to protect the earth, to neutralize the threat, so the people of earth didn't come to harm."

"Like soldiers fighting a war?" Anwyn asked.

Gwen felt her eyes grow a little damp. "I suppose we were: I used to be one of them," she admitted.

((The rest can be read Here.))


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