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free-for-all Friday

 

I'm going to have a very busy day and won't get another chance at the computer, so I hope it's okay if I go ahead and make this post.

Y'all all know the rules, of course:

Only three posts per fandom, and only five total. If one of your prompts is answered, you may go ahead and post another.
No spoilers for new shows/seasons until a week after airing.
If your fill is spoilery, WARN accordingly and leave enough space for people to pass on by


Please also honor and respect our codemonkeys by following the formula for posting:


SG-1/Inception, Jack/Daniel, the Dream Team is hired to go after Dr. Daniel Jackson

Burn Notice, Michael/Victor, Victor lives 


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tigriswolf
Dec. 10th, 2010 01:56 pm (UTC)
A-Team film, Hannibal/Face, Hannibal never expected to outlive Face

tigerist
Dec. 10th, 2010 06:23 pm (UTC)
oh, you leave the best prompts *is thinking how to fill this*
tigriswolf
Dec. 11th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
*waites in anticipation*
tigerist
Dec. 13th, 2010 11:05 am (UTC)
a fill :)

this is a first take at this - I kind of have another one somewhere in my mind. this one had somehow just run away from me. hope you like it!
_____________________

It wasn’t supposed to happen.

Even more so - not in such a way.

It was an airtight plan, one of his best, and it was executed perfectly. The mission wasn’t their favorite kind of impossible, but it was challenging enough to keep things interesting, and at the same time simple enough to give them a little slack after their previous one, letting them to catch a breath.

It shouldn’t – ever – end like this.

They were supposed to be outside the city already, driving towards the client to let them know the mission was successful, to get their money and leave to take care of another job he had lined up for them.

None of this was important now.

What mattered was Face’s body, still in his arms, blood on his face and hair, and no goddamn pulse underneath Hannibal’s fingers. What mattered was the beat-up pick-up truck that hit them on the side – the side Face had insisted to sit on, saying no one could make him to sit in the back with Murdock – and the fact that Face didn’t have his seatbelt on. What mattered was that Face had no chance to survive this crash, and the fact that there was no way Hannibal could have predicted a drunken driver would appear out of nowhere and hit them before Baracus could even try to get them out of it.

What mattered was that the only thing Hannibal could think of was that he had let Face down, because he wouldn’t get the funeral he deserved; there’d be no guards of honor, no firing of volley shots, no flag draping over the coffin. What mattered was that Hannibal knew how petty it was, thinking that the volley shots or flag over the coffin would make any difference.

What mattered was that the one thing Hannibal was so sure of, the one thing he’d never expected to take place - happened. That the most important plan of all did not come together.

He hadn’t kept his promise to Face.
He hadn’t restored his honor.
He hadn’t died first.
He had to find a way to live without him.

He didn’t even notice Murdock pulling him off Face’s body; didn’t notice Baracus getting in front of the wheel again and driving off, getting them off the crossroad as soon as Murdock made sure the pick-up driver was alright. He didn’t notice the strength with which Murdock clenched his arm, or how hard was Baracus face. All he was able to see, to think of, was Face.

And how he would never smile at him again.
tigriswolf
Dec. 14th, 2010 01:32 am (UTC)
Re: a fill :)
Oh, thank you so much! It's so perfectly sad.

(Also, that icon is gorgeous. May I steal it?)
tigerist
Dec. 14th, 2010 06:18 am (UTC)
Re: a fill :)
glad you liked it! :)

and yes, you can! it was made by padabee she might have more icons that you'd like :)

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