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Happy Sunday guys. The weekend is almost closing... but we've got the quarterly contest to look forward to next week! Stay tuned for details, and in the meantime, have a special Free For All. That's right, you can actually leave prompts today! All fandoms, characters, and prompts will be accepted today.

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Leverage, Eliot/Parker/Hardison, our own kind of happiness

Losers/Supernatural, Jensen/Ash, the unhackable hack (eat it, dust cloud)

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Happy writing!


Oct. 17th, 2010 01:22 pm (UTC)
Supernatural/Firefly, Crowley as Badger, after Earth was no longer inhabitable, Crowley took a new identity and put his show on the road.
Oct. 17th, 2010 05:54 pm (UTC)
A Couple Years in the Lock-up, But Less than You Claim
"Figured me out then, have you, Shepherd?" the demon tilts the shotgun up and away from his face. "I must say, it's been awhile since I've had the pleasure."

"My great-great-great grandfather's journal says you once prized fine things and took great pride in your appearance," Book acknowledged, bringing the shotgun back down level with the irritating little man--no, demon's neck.

"Yeah, about that. Turned out to be a bit distinctive. I went for something a little less memorable."

"I don't think anyone could forget you, Crowley, no matter what name or face you go by."

"But I did slide past you for awhile, son. It was close. Thought you might have had me awhile back--always with that book out ready for an old-fashioned exorcism, are we?"

Book didn't acknowledge the remark.

"I suppose it was the girl who gave me away. Never did like the psychics. More Azazel's gig. The others took it as babble, but you--you knew better."

"It was a bit too specific to your real history, Crowley. One of my ancestors hunted with Bobby Singer. Now maybe he wasn't the smartest cookie in the box, but he put out a permanent Supernatural APB on your head. We've been tracking you down ever since."

"Five hundred years . . . you've even got the Winchester's beat for bull-headed determination, Shepherd. Shame you can't actually kill me."

"You've got your bones stashed somewhere safe. I know. In fact, I bet you never actually moved them. Everyone assumed you would, so you left them right there . . . even after you took to the stars."

"You light a spark on Earth-that-Was, and the whole planet goes up in flames," Crowley smirked. "Hazardous gas byproduct from the whole global warming bit. Good times."

Shepherd Book nodded once. "They thought you were responsible for that."

"What can I say? I'm a businessman."

"And if I found a way to convince Parliament to destroy the old planet?"

Crowley shook his head, making a tsking noise. "Someone wouldn't like that." The demon smiled. "I've got tea on. Good day and all that rubbish. I'll be seeing you again, I'm sure."

And like that, the Shepherd was back to square one.
Oct. 18th, 2010 12:05 am (UTC)
Re: A Couple Years in the Lock-up, But Less than You Claim
This? Is awesome on a stick. Book as a hunter was great, and their banter was so spot-on. I loved this so much! Thank you!


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