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Title: Looming Statue
Fandom/Rating: Stargate Atlantis, rated G
Summary: Ronon loomed
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Ronon stood out of the way, leaning against an empty spot of wall, becoming just a looming statue, immovable and resolute. His presence had become so standard, expected, that it was barely noticed as the doctors and nurses swarm about, each doing their job, without giving any notice to his steady perusals. The medical treatments available here were beyond his scope of understanding, but he could read people. He could tell that when they acted relaxed treatment was going well and when they became frantic it meant things were going poorly. And through it all Ronon watched warily and waited
Title: Attributes
Fandom/Rating: Magnificent Seven, rated G
Summary: Maude could make it work.
Author's Note: Written for afic_promptly fill.
It's a rush job, but all she needs is enough to get her to the next town and it couldn't go easier. It just takes a little costume adjustment and the result is her mark hasn't stopped staring at her chest long enough to notice that relieves him of both his wallet and pocket watch. She debates going for the tie clip too, but decides not to push her luck. Her attributes may be wonderful indeed, but being greedy is asking for trouble and the last thing she wants is to fall afoul of the law in her son's town.
Title: Atypical Trait
Fandom/Rating: Farscape, rated G
Summary: John Crichton was not like the others.
Author's Note: Written for afic_promptly fill.
Something Pilot noticed was that John Crichton talked to not only to him, but to Moya as well. And not merely the type of communication typical of their passengers, the kind relating to course, speed, destination and the like. No, Crichton conversed with them both, speaking to them as equals, treating them as the sentient beings that they were and he seemed oddly unconcerned that Moya was unable to reply to him. Sometimes Pilot wondered if all humans would act as he does, or if it were a trait unique to him alone. Either way, he was thankful for it.
Title: The Haunting
Fandom/Rating: Torchwood, rated G
Summary: Jack was haunted, not by an entity, but by what he had done.
Author's Note: Written for afic_promptly fill.
Jack thought leaving Earth would help, that he wouldn't see Stephen in every child if the children weren't human, but it was no good. In each set of juvenile's eyes, no matter the planet he was on or the species he was looking at, he saw reproach, betrayal and distain. All well deserved emotions considering what he did. What kind of man was capable of sacrificing his own grandson for the greater good? What sort of person could even consider such an action in the first place?
They were questions that would haunt him for a long time to come.
Title: Everyday a New Day
Fandom/Rating: White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, rated PG
Summary: Peter couldn't be happier.
Author's Note: Written for afic_promptly fill.
Peter was still sitting at the table, lingering over a second cup of coffee. It was the good stuff, although don't ask him anything specific about it; El might be able to rattle off country of origin, or its roast or grind, but all Peter could say on the matter was it tasted amazing. His suit was tailored, the tie vintage and the shoes handmade; if that wasn't enough his hat was waiting for him on the hat stand by the door.
His life certainly had changed since Neal had entered it, but you know what? He couldn't be happier.
Title: The Pragmatist
Fandom/Rating: Forever, rated G
Summary: Henry knew she wouldn't stay forever.
Author's Note: Written for afic_promptly fill.
Abigail was in her fifties when she finally left. To Henry she still was as beautiful as she was the day they'd met, but to her she was old; he could see it in her eyes - she would look at him and see him unchanged. His hair, other than its length, was the same while hers had gone mostly grey. His face remained mostly unlined while her own had begun to sag and wrinkle. She'd always said this day would never come, that their love would be strong enough to hold them together despite his immortality, but come it did.
Henry knew she had truly believed it each and every time she said it, but he was a pragmatist, more than a century of living had seen to that. He'd known that the years would pass and she would age. Time's inevitable progress would march along as it did for everyone but him and the path she was on would separate from his, it had to. People were already starting to give her looks, being with such a younger man, in another few years they'd start to turn heads. It was better she left now, before that happened. Truly.
Fandom/Rating: Stargate Atlantis, rated G
Summary: Ronon loomed
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.Ronon stood out of the way, leaning against an empty spot of wall, becoming just a looming statue, immovable and resolute. His presence had become so standard, expected, that it was barely noticed as the doctors and nurses swarm about, each doing their job, without giving any notice to his steady perusals. The medical treatments available here were beyond his scope of understanding, but he could read people. He could tell that when they acted relaxed treatment was going well and when they became frantic it meant things were going poorly. And through it all Ronon watched warily and waited
Title: Attributes
Fandom/Rating: Magnificent Seven, rated G
Summary: Maude could make it work.
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.It's a rush job, but all she needs is enough to get her to the next town and it couldn't go easier. It just takes a little costume adjustment and the result is her mark hasn't stopped staring at her chest long enough to notice that relieves him of both his wallet and pocket watch. She debates going for the tie clip too, but decides not to push her luck. Her attributes may be wonderful indeed, but being greedy is asking for trouble and the last thing she wants is to fall afoul of the law in her son's town.
Title: Atypical Trait
Fandom/Rating: Farscape, rated G
Summary: John Crichton was not like the others.
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.Something Pilot noticed was that John Crichton talked to not only to him, but to Moya as well. And not merely the type of communication typical of their passengers, the kind relating to course, speed, destination and the like. No, Crichton conversed with them both, speaking to them as equals, treating them as the sentient beings that they were and he seemed oddly unconcerned that Moya was unable to reply to him. Sometimes Pilot wondered if all humans would act as he does, or if it were a trait unique to him alone. Either way, he was thankful for it.
Title: The Haunting
Fandom/Rating: Torchwood, rated G
Summary: Jack was haunted, not by an entity, but by what he had done.
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.Jack thought leaving Earth would help, that he wouldn't see Stephen in every child if the children weren't human, but it was no good. In each set of juvenile's eyes, no matter the planet he was on or the species he was looking at, he saw reproach, betrayal and distain. All well deserved emotions considering what he did. What kind of man was capable of sacrificing his own grandson for the greater good? What sort of person could even consider such an action in the first place?
They were questions that would haunt him for a long time to come.
Title: Everyday a New Day
Fandom/Rating: White Collar, Peter/Neal/El, rated PG
Summary: Peter couldn't be happier.
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.Peter was still sitting at the table, lingering over a second cup of coffee. It was the good stuff, although don't ask him anything specific about it; El might be able to rattle off country of origin, or its roast or grind, but all Peter could say on the matter was it tasted amazing. His suit was tailored, the tie vintage and the shoes handmade; if that wasn't enough his hat was waiting for him on the hat stand by the door.
His life certainly had changed since Neal had entered it, but you know what? He couldn't be happier.
Title: The Pragmatist
Fandom/Rating: Forever, rated G
Summary: Henry knew she wouldn't stay forever.
Author's Note: Written for a
fic_promptly fill.Abigail was in her fifties when she finally left. To Henry she still was as beautiful as she was the day they'd met, but to her she was old; he could see it in her eyes - she would look at him and see him unchanged. His hair, other than its length, was the same while hers had gone mostly grey. His face remained mostly unlined while her own had begun to sag and wrinkle. She'd always said this day would never come, that their love would be strong enough to hold them together despite his immortality, but come it did.
Henry knew she had truly believed it each and every time she said it, but he was a pragmatist, more than a century of living had seen to that. He'd known that the years would pass and she would age. Time's inevitable progress would march along as it did for everyone but him and the path she was on would separate from his, it had to. People were already starting to give her looks, being with such a younger man, in another few years they'd start to turn heads. It was better she left now, before that happened. Truly.