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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres
Characters: Ellie Bishop, Nick Torres, Jacqueline "Jack" Sloane (mentioned), Grace Confalone (mentioned)
Additional Tags: Fictober 2020, again short and late but still count, Poor ellie, Soft Nick Torres, Mention of 18x05
Series: Part 19 of Fictober 2020
Summary:
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: NCIS
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ellie Bishop/Nick Torres
Characters: Ellie Bishop, Nick Torres
Additional Tags: Fictober 2020, Yes it's 2023 i know, short and late but still count, Ellie being mischievous, Nick loves her regardless
Series: Part 18 of Fictober 2020
Summary:
Here's the bitch. Here's the prompt that got me blocked last year, the reason why I've published (and in some cases written) half last Fictober simultaneously with this year's.
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Prompt 9: Would you look at this
Fandom: The Man from UNCLE
Rating: Teen and up
Warning: most of the story happens during a psychological exam.
Napoleon Solo receives a letter telling he is required to undergo a routine psychological evaluation. Apparently.
IN last years Fictober challenge I did a piece called "Give me that!" and I said on A03 in the notes something along the lines of "We all know he went to see her right?"
So I wrote it it's kind of a chapter 2 to it, if you have the patience it was published on here, all you need to do is scroll down my profile to #27 of last years fictober20 stories. If not you can read both this and 'give me that' on A03
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34777771 (A link can be found to find "Give me that" in the notes on A03)
The Stargate started moving and the alarms started to blare. Sam moved slowly with her broken leg but still made it to the control room before the end of the sequence.
“We have an IDC coming through.” Rodney confirmed and was surprised at the name which popped up on the screen. “It’s General O’Neill’s personal code.” He confirmed.
Sam smiled widely and started moving towards the gate room. “Drop the shield!” She called behind her.
John was already standing in the gate room looking towards the open Stargate. “I wonder what prompted this visit.” He whispered smugly to Sam.
Sam could feel the blush rise but she teased tight back “I wonder.” She said seconds before Jack O’Neill stepped through the gate.
Both Sam and John snapped to full stance and Jack approached them “At ease both of you.” He told them.
“We weren’t expecting you sir.” John grinned.
“Yes well, I thought it would be a nice surprise.” He told them. “It’s a nice surprise right Carter?” He asked her without looking.
“Always a pleasure sir.” She said obediently.
“I thought you were meant to stay off that leg?” He finally said looking at her.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” She tried but could see the concern in his eyes, and wanted to melt into his arms right there and then.
“I want you to take a look at this General.” Rodney said walking into the room with a tablet in his hand.
“Rodney!” John growled.
“What? It’s just a proposal for him to look at.”
“Not now!” John tried.
“What? He’ll like it, it’s space guns.”
“Space guns you say?” Jack perked up.
“Yes,” Rodney replied to Jack then looked towards John “See he likes it!”
“He’s just came through the Stargate Rodney, let the man get out the gateroom first!” John exclaimed.
“Right!” Jack said then with a grin to Carter said “Colonel, can you show me where I’ll be staying?” He asked her.
“Sure.” She said trying to suppress her smile while John didn’t even bother suppressing the chuckle. “Right this way sir.”
----
Needless to say their make out session was a little trickier with a cast on her leg, but it didn’t stop them, it had been months since they had last touched so once inside Sam’s sizable quarters they were striping and giggling over their clumsiness because of the cast when they heard her doorbell ring.
“Ignore them, they’ll get the message when I don’t answer.” She said quietly to him, although she wasn’t sure why, the Ancients had made the bedroom walls all soundproof.
“I don’t think I could stop if I tried.” He growled, squeezing her naked breast again making her gasp in delight.
The doorbell rang again and Sam looked at the door in frustration.
“Come back to me.” Jack growled nibbling at her now exposed neck. He could almost feel the tension leave her shoulders as she closed her eyes enjoying the bliss he was bestowing on her, for a few seconds more.
“Oh my God!” They heard from the door.
“Oh God!” Jack exclaimed upon seeing Rodney at the door.
“Oh my God!” Sam exclaimed, grabbing her afghan blanket from the back of the sofa doing her best to cover herself. “Rodney what are you doing?” She asked him.
“I thought your door must be broken!” He exclaimed.
“We were ignoring you!” She exclaimed as Jack lifted off her, pulling a cushion over his middle and giving her room to sit up and adjust.
“You?!” He exclaimed looking at Jack “a-aand you?!” He said turning on his heel and going out into the corridor.
“Damn it.” Sam whispered, getting up.
“Sam, you shouldn’t be walking on that leg.” Jack admonished her gently when Sam started going after Rodney.
“I have to tell him to keep his mouth shut.” She finished just as she walked out into the corridor with not a stitch on except the Afghan blanket around her.
“Rodney!” She called to him.
“How long huh? How long have you been stringing me along?” Rodney’s words rushed out as they did when he was confused or upset.
“Excuse me?” Sam demanded.
“Are you in love with him?” Rodney asked him voice audibly going up in tone.
Sam didn’t owe him an explanation about who she was with or not with, not even a little, and she thought it would mean even less to him as she thought he was seeing (she was never 100% sure with Rodney) someone else. “I don’t have to explain myself.”
“You do!” Rodney told her “After everything we meant to each other, did none of it mean anything to you?”
“Rodney—”
“No, you see because this is the part you tell me the whole thing was in my head.”
“It was.” Sam stated calmly.
“And that you weren’t right there stripping off trying to distract me from fixing the ship a couple of years ago.”
“Huh?” Sam questioned.
“Or or or there wasn’t explosive chemistry between us, that time I came to the SGC.”
“Rodney!” She started annoyed but checked herself and took a deep breath in. “The only place there has ever been anything more, then friendship between us, has been in your head. When we met in the SGC I thought I had never met anyone so arrogant, petty or bad with people in my life! Ever! And I was a Major in the Airforce! My whole life was dealing with people like that. Take a long hard look at the man I am with and you’ll know he’s not like that, at all!”
Rodney’s face dropped in disappointment, if Jack O’Neill really was who she loved the question remained “You really don’t like me?” He asked.
She sighed and studied him for a moment “You’ve made incredible strides forward in a lot of areas Rodney.” She told him honestly. “It’s made it easier for people to approach you, it’s made you easier to work with, and I have to admit an ease to our relationship which I never saw coming.” She told him. Rodney perked a little still looking hopeful “But I’ve never been in love with you.”
“Do you love him? In there?” Rodney asked, waving his finger towards her room. “General Underpants?”
Sam almost lost her composure over his inadvertent use of Vala’s nickname she’d given Jack, but soldiered on with a straight face “Yeah. For a long time.”
“How long have you been a thing?”
“Nearly 3 years.” Sam told him.
“Three years! And no one bothered to tell me?”
“It’s not any of your business Rodney!” She reminded him. “And very few of the personnel here know, we have an exception letter from the president that doesn’t matter because I’m not in his chain of command anyway but we don’t like to set the appearance of a bad example so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t say anything to anyone.”
“Does John know?”
“Rodney!”
“Right, um well, fine… fine.”
“You know it’s for the best, we would make a horrible couple.”
“I’m sure.”
“And don’t you have something going with—”
“Yeah, so it’s maybe for the best. Of course, your secret is safe with me. My last act of adoration.” He cut her off and started walking down the corridor away from her.
She closed her eyes, sighing in relief and slightly bemused.
“Oh and just one more thing.” He added, as she opened her eyes. “Just so you know my imagination did not do you justice.”
“Erh, thanks?” She questioned but the intonation was lost on him as he walked away.
Sam shook her head and went back into her quarters.
She looked across the room to see her lover there, waiting for her. “Where were we?” she asked, locking the door again behind her.
I've hit a bump because I forgot about a doctors appointment when I was planning my writing schedule, and the commute there was ridiculous. In other words, I don't have yesterday's, today's or tomorrow's prompts ready yet, but I hope to get up to date during the weekend.
In the meantime, take this little, dumb K-scientist for your troubles, from Fictober'20, prompt 20: 'Did I ask?'
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So, this is awkard. No, actually it's not, it happens to the best of us. Thing is: after a very pleasant experience with Fictober 2019 I told myself I'd make a tradition of following this wonderful dialog prompt fest. And then I didn't.
Last year I joined in and managed to keep track for about 12 days. Problem number one was L I F E and M E N T A L I L L N E S S combined. Problem number two was prompt 9 ("Would you look at that"). I had so many ideas for it, I wanted it to be a long, thought-out character study and I wrote about half of it in three different versions.
I hated that I didn't finish it and that I didn't get to finish all the prompts on the list so, this year, I decided I'd be double publishing from where I that is, prompt 14. That's right, you get two fics based on two different prompts in the same post!
What's that? No prompt 9? Of course there would be prompt 9. I wrote that motherfucker a long time ago and it's going to be the culmination to this madness. Stay tuned!
And now...
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fictober 2020
Prompt 14: 'You better leave now'
Fandom: Stranger Things, Harringrove
Rating: Mature for language, internalised homophobia and serious angst.
Warnings: homophobic slurs, swearing, underage recreational drinking and smoking.
Billy and Steve are the two misfits in a group of outcasts, so they naturally end up spending a lot of time together, and they will call it anything but friendship. Until Deff Lepard does them apart.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Fictober 2021
Prompt 14: 'Your information was wrong'
Fandom: Genghis Khan - Miike Snow music video (pleasantly surprised to not be the first one publishing this kind of content in Ao3)
Rating: Mature for language and homophobia.
Warnings: homophobic slurs, swearing.
Good afternoon Cold War American Families! Here's your favourite TV Spy in a new adventure... wait, is his wrist LIMP?!
Kael’s gaze was intense. Even more than usual. He stared at Magina, as if searching in his features for the truth behind the words. Only when he was satisfied, did he focus back on what he was about to do.
The Anti-Mage lay with his upper body naked on the couch. The Invoker leaned over him, his hands close to Magina’s chest, barely touching. A purple tattoo ended right where Kael’s fingers almost brushed against his skin. Magina had wanted to continue the tattoo, but he hadn’t had time for it, or opportunity. Now he did something he’d never have considered before he had met Kael: he’d let a mage ink him, using magic.
It was a huge step, because the mark would be forever on his skin and it would always remind the Anti-Mage who had done it, and with what means. Even should he and Kael one day part ways, this would stay with him, forever. Magic on his body.
That had been the reason for Kael’s hesitation. He had been afraid that Magina would hate the tattoo, that he’d be repelled by it because of the way it would have been created. But Magina trusted Kael, he trusted him and the magic he wielded. He knew that no matter what, he’d never see magic the way he used to. Not all magic was bad, and this, it was something the Anti-Mage wanted and the Invoker did with the utmost care. He stroked over the place the tattoo should be put on with his fingers, then he checked on Magina again.
But the Anti-Mage smiled. He was ready for this. So the Invoker started. It hurt just like any other tattoo would, and Magina gripped the backrest of the couch with a tight grip. It helped him to focus on the pain. He could meditate to turn the feeling off, but he wanted to be present for this.
He watched Kael, who had his hair pulled back into a tight ponytail so it wouldn’t get in his way. He was utterly motionless, except for the hand that ‘drew’ the tattoo. His brows were furrowed as he concentrated on his work. He was so beautiful, Magina had the urge to reach out for him to see if he was real. He didn’t want to disturb his concentration, and of course he knew how it would feel to touch Kael. Instead he watched the mage, smiling all the time through the pain. Until the tattoo was done. There were advantages over doing this the traditional way, but that hadn't been the reason for Magina to ask Kael. It had been because he trusted him and because he wanted to have something that was utterly and completely Kael. Something that would last for as long as the Anti-Mage would live. A reminder, of the beautiful elf but also of the way he had changed Magina's perspective on magic. He had made him see how magic could be something beautiful as well, beautiful as the ink on his skin.
The colour was the same, but the lines were not as straight, there was a flourish about it, as if Kael had wanted to remind him about just that, the beauty magic could create.
“Just say it.” There were no tears in Gondar's eyes, but then he'd never show such weakness. He'd probably cry later, when he was alone, if at all.
Still, Riki hesitated.
“Get it over with and say it, damn it!” The Bounty Hunter bared his teeth at the Stealth Assassin. Anger, probably to mask the sadness. Riki wasn't sure.
“I...” It was strange, to see Gondar this composed while he felt on the brink of crumbling. He wanted to cry and scream and hit something, preferably his family. But this whole thing wasn't their fault. It was simply the way it was. “We can't do this anymore. My wife, she threatened me and I am the heir to the throne, I can't simply ignore her and keep going.” Riki wanted to reach out and touch Gondar, to feel his soft fur against his fingers. But he didn't dare.
The Stealth Assassin took a deep breath to steady his voice. “I'm sorry, but I have no other choice.” There was so much more to it, but he didn't say it. This decision hadn't been easy and it wasn't only about Riki and the throne. It was also about Gondar, and the way Riki's wife had threatened to get him executed. If Riki told Gondar that, the Hunter would probably shrug and say something like 'they'd never find me' or 'I'd endure everything for you'. But to tell the truth: Riki was afraid she'd do it and that he'd have to watch Gondar die.
He wanted the Bounty Hunter to be happy and this affair between them, it would always be that: an affair. They could never be truly together and no matter how good it was between them and how much they enjoyed their time together, they were both miserable afterwards. Because it was never enough and it would never be enough.
There was nothing to do about it, no other way than what Riki did now: he'd leave the person he loved most. There was no future for them, as sad as it was.
Gondar sighed. “I suspected you wanted to see me for this.” He shook his head, the anger gone, but there was no other emotion visible instead. His face was blank. He was a master in blocking all emotions off, he'd probably be fine. At least in the long run.
Not so much Riki, though. It hurt like fuck, to stand there and look at the Hunter, to know it would be the last time. “I don't want to be without you.” It was barely more than a whisper.
Gondar's features softened. “I know, I don't want to be without you, either. But you are right, we both have responsibilities we have ignored for too long.” He hesitated for a moment, then he stepped closer and hugged Riki. No kiss, which was probably a good choice. A soft hug, both lingering, both too aware that this was the last time they'd touch each other.
“I'm not mad at you. And I'll never forget you.”
Riki wanted to answer, to say something in return, but before he could, Gondar was gone. Gone invisible and probably skipped behind the nearest tree. Just empty air where he had been standing. “I love you.” The words were from his heart, from this place that longed to be with Gondar until there was nothing left except this love, nothing except the two of them. The need to be with him, to touch him and to talk with him. “I'll write you.” He didn’t get an answer.
On the way back home, Riki took his time. He cried, but only a little. Then he used the remaining way to get Gondar out of his head. For now. This wasn't about himself. It never was. He was a prince. His own happiness was never of importance. He was used to it, so it would be relatively easy to get used to having been denied happiness again. It simply was like always.
