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lynzie914Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)
1. road-trip
2. forced to share a bed
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married/fake!dating
6. jealousy fic
7. amnesia
8. hurt/comfort
9. friends to lovers
10. truth or dare
11. forced proximity fic
12. fluff
13. apocalypse fic
14. curtain fic *
15. High School / College AU
Give me a character and I will tell you...
-How I feel about this character
-All the people I ship romantically with this character
-My non-romantic OTP for this character
-My unpopular opinion about this character
-One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
-Something about them I consider true, even though it's only my head
*I have no idea what curtain fic is, so...if you pick that, you either have to explain to me or IDK expect a literal curtain somehow involved.
(All my current fandoms should be listed on my profile, as well as characters and ships, but feel free to shout out anything you want. If I'm familiar with it, I'll attempt it.)
Also, I owe people comments like crazy (Sunny you especially, I still promise that someday your inbox will be full of comments from me. Enough to drive you crazy.) And I'm sorry. I'm working on it, life just sucks and its getting in the way, and I have issues that don't help. But I love you all. I do.
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Date: 2014-04-15 02:04 am (UTC)I'm sorry for whatever's happening to make you so upset. :( I hope it goes away soon. *hugs*
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Date: 2014-04-15 06:22 pm (UTC)Okay, so as much as I love them (SPN OTP BABY!) this might be my first time writing these two and its just a snippet/drabbley thing, so if it's horrible I'm sorry.
Bela/Dean Amnesia fic thingy
Dean was still eyeing her wearily from across the room and Bela couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
She had warned him, this was all his own damn fault. And it wasn’t as though Sam hadn’t been there when he had woken up, told him what had happened and who she was. Personally she thought he was just pissed that he had been stripped of his weapons (a great many of them hidden on his body), when she got to keep hers.
Bela was a lot of things, some of them unflattering and some she was quite proud of, but she certainly wasn’t stupid and no matter how nice he was to look at or how good he was in bed, she would happily shoot him if she thought it necessary. Her fingers had been practically itching for it since they had first met. Dean just brought out that side of her.
Deane glared at her again, shifting in his seat, his eyes darting for different escape roots. Bela stroked her gun lovingly with a smile, her own eyes never leaving his.
He sat up straighter.
“This is your own fault, you know,” She tells him, “I told you not to touch that talisman.”
Dean glared at her some more. Bela grinned wickedly back.
She had warned him after all.
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Date: 2014-04-15 10:25 am (UTC)How about Elena/Bonnie + apocalypse? Also, Veronica/Logan + drunk!fic.
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Date: 2014-04-15 07:43 pm (UTC)Dust in the Wind (Bonnie/Elena and a moment in the Apocolypse)
It wasn’t like this was their first apocalypse, not really. They had been living in one apocalypse after another for years now; they were all just more personal, more close to home, and at the end of a day of watching people getting their hearts torn out they had their own beds to climb into, to pull the covers over their heads and pretend none of it had happened.
Now they just had each other. Their homes piles of ashes (though Elena was responsible for her own home’s destruction herself), their whole town a pile of ashes, mixed with homes and business and the dust of the people they loved.
The cemetery was somehow still standing, cracks in the headstones and crumbling family mausoleums, but still standing. It made Elena laugh at the irony. When she shared the joke with Bonnie, she didn’t laugh, her gaze hardened instead. But Elena thinks someday, years from now when their walking down the street, she’ll laugh too and Elena will know why.
“So where are we going?” Elena asks, watching the scenery pass them by. Landmarks that were no longer standing went sailing by at rapid speeds.
(They were in Caroline’s car, which was probably a mistake because it would only make them remember the third person that was supposed to be there with them, but it had been left standing, perfectly intact, and it had been the most logical choice.)
“Drive until we find a hotel,” Bonnie says from the driver’s seat, her shoulders shrugging, “One that’s been abandoned but is still in good shape.”
“And then?”
“And then we hide underneath the covers until this whole things over.” Bonnie says.
“I thought you didn’t believe in that.” Elena says, memories of better times, simpler times that didn’t seem simple in those moments, coming to the surface.
Mostly she remembers floating feathers and Bonnie’s hand in hers.
“Things change.” Bonnie shrugs.
Elena leans over, takes one of Bonnie’s hands in her own and holds on tight.
“Some things don’t.” She promises.
(ALSO YOU MADE ME WRITE LOGAN/VERONICA FIC YOU WILL FIND IT BELOW. DO YOU KNOW HOW SCARY/INTIMIDATING THAT IS? DO YOU? DO YOU? So really if it sucks, you only have your self to blame because I've never even attempted these two before, as much as I love them, and did I mention the intimidation factor? But I hope you like it anyways cause I've read your L/V fic before and its always awesome.
ALSO IT TURNED OUT LESS SNIPPET AND MORE FICLET, SO YOU KNOW. I BLAME YOU FOR THAT TOO. I COULDN'T EVEN ADD THIS PART BECUASE IT MADE IT TOO BIG FOR THE COMMENT.)
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Date: 2014-04-15 07:49 pm (UTC)Sometimes she wonders how Logan talks her into these things. How easily he can convince her.
He spins words like Lilly, until it seems inevitable or almost like it was Veronica’s idea in the first place and he was just there cheering her on. He sounds nothing like Duncan who would never encourage this in the first place. Not without Logan and Lilly sitting on his shoulder, whispering in his ear what to do.
“A little alcohol won’t kill you.” He had said.
“You never pay any attention in health class do you?” She had asked and then she had took a swig of the bottle.
It had burned going down and she had coughed. (He hadn’t laughed, but he might as well have, with the expression on his face.)
“Only to the dirty parts,” He replied.
That was a bottle of tequila ago, when Veronica could still feel her cheeks and before she had stripped out of her pink sweater and down to her white tank top.
“Why aren’t you getting drunk with Lilly?” She asks. It had occurred to her before, but she hadn’t had enough liquid courage to actually say it.
Logan pauses, rummaging through his father’s liquor cabinet, and then turns back and smiles. “She’s going through a ‘I-hate-Logan’ phase.” He says.
“Uh-oh, someone’s in tro-u-ble.” Veronica sing songs.
Logan laughs and turns back to the alcohol. He grabs scotch this time and she knows this will not end well. She’s pretty sure she won’t make it home and she’ll end up leaving a babbling message on the machine talking about Lilly and her Logan problems and spending the night at the Kanes.
She’ll probably end up passed out on Logan’s bedroom floor instead.
“I’m always in trouble,” Logan says sitting down in front of her, “But that’s why I called you. You don’t hate anyone.”
“That’s not true.” Veronica says. It comes out very loud. She thinks she might be offended.
“Tell me one person you hate. Name one person.” He grins.
“I…”
Her mind is blank. She blames the alcohol. Stupid alcohol, she thinks, drinking some of the scotch Logan had offered her.
Logan laughs again and she wonders if she said that out loud.
“Deputy Lamb!” She says suddenly, almost falls off the guest house bed, when her arms flail as she tries to emphasize her meaning. Logan’s hands steady her and his eyes dance with amusement and something else she doesn’t know. Sadness maybe. (Deep down, Logan’s sad, she knows that.) Longing maybe, but she doesn’t know what for. Maybe lower alcohol tolerance so he could feel like her.
“Deputy Lamb,” She repeats, “He’s smug and smarmy and a total idiot. And really, a lot of other words I can’t remember right now. But none of them are good.”
“I’m sure they’re not.” Logan nods in a false solemn manner.
“See, I can hate people.” She says. She moves so she’s no longer at the foot of the bed, instead crawling up to the headboard next to him. She grabs one of the many pillows (jeez, how many pillows do rich people really need anyways?) and pulls it to her chest. “I’m not the Pope or anything.”
“You would look funny in the hat.” He says.
She had lowered herself down on the bed, curled up, and was comfortable, though she doesn’t remember doing any of that. She realizes several minutes later that Logan’s voice had come from across from her and he was lying down too.
He’s staring at the ceiling when she opens her eyes and she thought she saw something wrong with the color of his cheek when she looked too close. She almost reached out to touch it, but she stopped herself just in time.
“Why didn’t you call Duncan?” She asks quieter this time.
“I don’t know,” Logan says, “You just…seemed like a better choice.”
Veronica smiles, sinking deeper into the bed. It’s much more comfortable than Logan’s floor but her father was going to be really pissed tomorrow.
She feels Logan’s hand on her cheek, pushing back her long hair, before she drifts off to sleep.
(Her friend needed her, she’ll tell her father tomorrow. I’m sorry, but it was important, she’ll say. I’d do it again, grounding and all, she’ll tell Logan.
None of it will be a lie.)
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Date: 2014-04-23 10:25 pm (UTC)Logan’s hands steady her and his eyes dance with amusement and something else she doesn’t know. Sadness maybe. (Deep down, Logan’s sad, she knows that.) Longing maybe, but she doesn’t know what for. Maybe lower alcohol tolerance so he could feel like her.
oh gods
Logan needing to experience through Veronica feelings and sensations he can't get to anymore - because even when she was innocent she was still full of fire and she must have been so beautiful to him then, so bright and happy and welcoming to the world.
(I now have headcanon that part of Logan's anger at Veronica in the early episodes were about losing her. The girl that was Lilly's best friend and wasn't fucked up like the rest of them and maybe - just maybe - represented some reprieve. Stood as a symbol of everything he lost before it was given to him. And then she went and made herself hard and strong and he couldn't hide from his own wounds when he looked at her anymore.)
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Date: 2014-04-15 11:34 am (UTC)For the character meme, Dawn Summers please :)
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Date: 2014-04-15 08:21 pm (UTC)And yay Dawn! I love it when I get to talk about characters I don't get to talk about a lot.
-How I feel about this character
I LOVE Dawn. I have so much love for her character and the idea of how they integrated her into the story, taking this over used and usually badly done trope and turning it on its head and making it into something so interesting to watch and then continuing to let us watch her grow and see how she fit into the story, how she made her own story on the sidelines. And I just have a lot of Dawn love in me. I’ve recently been searching out good Dawn fic. But yeah, basically it boils down to a lot of Dawn love. I have no idea who my favorite BtVS character is, but Dawn’s definitely on the list.
-All the people I ship romantically with this character
I’ve realized recently, that for all my Dawn love, I don’t have a lot of ships for her. I tend to go more platonic. But I do have a few. Dawn/Spike in a screwed up kind of way (and once she’s older), Dawn/Faith (it could totally be a thing), Dawn/Elena Gilbert crossover (all the parallels man, so many parallels), Dawn/Sam Winchester crossover (the early years for him more so though), and maybe a few more I just can’t think of this moment. I’m usually invested in possible ships for characters I love, but for Dawn, I struggle with finding people that I think fit her just right,
-My non-romantic OTP for this character
Um, Buffy and Dawn is probably my favorite relationship for her on the show in general. But IDK if that totally counts because their sisters, so it’s automatically non-romantic. I also really loved her relationship with Tara and her relationship with Spike which I’m quite happy as a platonic relationship as well.
-My unpopular opinion about this character
I think the fact that I love her character, might fit this just by itself. But other than that, I really kind of hate Dawn/Xander as a ship. It just, it squicks me out. The idea of her crush being something that the monks implanted into her memories and the power that gives him, if that makes sense. I prefer them in a big brother/little sister kind of a way. But I’ll admit to having Xander issues, so that might play into it. (I don’t hate him, I just feel like a lot of his flaws, especially in his treatment to the women around him, don’t always get addressed. All characters should have flaws, but they should be addressed.)
-One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.
I wish they had explored what her being the Key meant more after S5 and her role in ending the world was over. Because yes, that threat had ended, but she was still a bundle of energy made into the shape of a girl and there was just so much potential there. I would have loved to see something even as simple as Bad!Willow attempting to use her powers against her and the energy protecting her. It could have come up again when facing the First too, because Dawn for as young as she is on the outside, is ancient on the inside and I would have liked to have seen the two of them meet and how it would have gone down. Maybe the First promising her a way to let that power out without losing herself (Dawn), to become something more than just a girl again. And then the struggle of her wanting it but then knowing that nothing good could come from the First. IDK, those are just random ideas. All I know really is that I wish they had spent some more time on her key-ness.
-Something about them I consider true, even though it's only my head.
The summer after Buffy died, Dawn buried herself in books and research and trying to learn as much about the supernatural world as she could (hence her knowing things like Sumerian), in the hopes that the knowledge would keep her from losing anyone else she loved again.
Also, she still sometimes shoplifts and steals. It’s a habit that hasn’t completely disappeared.
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Date: 2014-04-15 10:05 pm (UTC)Gifts From Those Departed (post The Gift) And Maybe Somewhere (Dawn/Tara)
(you might have to skip past the meta)
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Date: 2014-04-17 12:30 am (UTC)My body is ready. I need this to be a thing.
(putting a pin here because I want to say all the things but will have to come back tomorrow)
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Date: 2014-04-15 04:24 pm (UTC)Also get better and calmer and happier soon.
(and another also, whatever you answer to this I might just... borrow for my Buffy/Who AU thingy that is plaguing me brain, if that's okay??)
((and i too wish to know what in the sam heck a curtain fic is))
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Date: 2014-04-15 09:43 pm (UTC)(Totally, use any and all of it to your liking. I mean if you like anything about it, LOL. Also, I'm super intrigued by this Buffy/Who AU thing your talking about. Have you already posted some and I just missed it or is it still to come?)
((Apparently none of us do. If someone picks it, I'm just going to incorporate a curtain in it somehow. Maybe they'll have to talk through it or something. Or they'll all be on stage.))
Also, this turned into a thing, probably WAY longer than the meme would allow. I think I broke the rules. But if you look at the comments above, I did that before too. It's not really finished or anything its just like ficlet or fic-lite or maybe almost a fic, IDK. Its a thing, that hopefully you like. Either way, sorry. My muse is easily confused and I ramble a lot in life and that somehow translates over into my writing. Also, have I mentioned how much I love the idea of Dawn/Amy? I never would have though of it on my own, but OH THE PERFECTNESS.
And I had to do two comments, because like I said, I ramble and it was too much for one. Sorry about that.
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Date: 2014-04-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(and I forgot, but Caroline Forbes/Rose Tyler)
Dawn/Amy is important and everybody should love it and rambling is always permitted because HELLO? I am ramble queen.
I am excited. I am off to read *scurries off*
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Date: 2014-04-15 09:44 pm (UTC)They met in England, though Amy is always telling her how much better everything is in Scotland. Dawn was pouring over ancient texts, translating things that no one needed at the moment but would someday. (That was her life now.) Amy was picking at a muffin and nursing a cold cup of tea and staring off in her direction.
She wasn’t purposefully staring at Dawn, she always tells her, just staring. But there was something about Dawn she thinks, something that drew her in.
They kept coming back to the same café, doing the same things, over and over again. Dawn would notice the girl with the hair like fire and Amy would notice the girl with blue eyes, that when the light hit them just right, turned green.
--
One day the red head plopped down across from girl with chestnut hair, a cup of coffee she crinkled her nose at in one hand, and her own tea in her other. “I’m Amy.”
“Dawn.” She says slowly.
Amy extends the cup of coffee. It’s just like Dawn likes it and she raises an eyebrow.
“I asked the people inside,” Amy shrugs, “So, what exactly are you doing?”
She looks around at all the old, huge, dusty books, and Dawn sighs. “Translating dead languages.”
“You’re an odd one.” Amy laughs, “I like you.”
Dawn doesn’t know when their relationship began or even why, but she remembers that moment always.
--
Amy drags her to Scotland to see the sights and her driving skills make Dawn scream.
(Dawn who has seen the end of the world too many times. Dawn who had seen so many many things, but screams at Amy’s driving.
Wasn’t it enough they were already on the wrong side of the road?)
Amy laughs, but slows down anyways.
She’s nice that way. Most of the time.
--
Amy doesn’t take her to her home town.
“Bad memories,” Is all she says and Dawn doesn’t ask questions.
“At least you have a home to go home to if you ever decide you want to.” Dawn says instead.
“What and you don’t?”
“It’s kind of a…crater.” Dawn says. It rolls of the tongue easily, it’s not the first time she said it before. It’s the people’s reactions that take the adjusting too.
Amy laughs (she’s always laughing, like she feels like someone needs to be), “I knew there was a reason I liked you.”
--
She takes Dawn to all the sights. Landmarks mixed in with pubs and hills that don’t have any meaning to anyone, even Amy herself. They lay in the grass and their hands meet like they do under the covers in their hotel rooms at night.
“There’s something special about you, isn’t there?” Amy asks.
“Isn’t there supposed to be something special about everyone?” Dawn deflects.
“Yes. But there isn’t.” Amy says, “That’s just what your parents say. You know when you have them.”
(Two girls, with memories rewritten in their heads. Changed and altered to someone else’s liking. A crack where the light gets in, leaking into Amy’s body and bleeding out of Dawn’s.
Is it any wonder they found each other?)
“I think you’re special.” Dawn says, her hand clinging tighter.
“Well of course I am.” Amy says, “I’m the girl who—I’m a girl capable of things you can’t even imagine. That no one can. I can bring a person, a man, back to life just by wanting it enough.”
Most people wouldn’t believe her. Dawn does.
“But you’re special too.” Amy turns to look at her, “You’re something…You’re something new and old all in one, aren’t you?”
“Does it matter?” Dawn asks.
“Only if it matters to you.”
--
After Scotland they go to California.
Dawn shows her the crater where she used to live (“It didn’t always look like that. We had a mall.”), shows her the beach and the winery she used to drive by and no one would ever let her set foot in because she was Dawnie and she was too young. Always too young and too old in one.
She doesn’t know yet how Amy can see that. She’s not sure she cares.
“I think I like it here.” Amy says, the two of them laying in the sand, their hands still entwined.
“Only think?” Dawn laughs, “I thought you knew everything.”
“Well, I do.” Amy says with a grin, “But no one likes a show off.”
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Date: 2014-04-15 09:58 pm (UTC)Two girls, with memories rewritten in their heads. Changed and altered to someone else’s liking. A crack where the light gets in, leaking into Amy’s body and bleeding out of Dawn’s.
Is it any wonder they found each other?
THIS IS PERFECT AND PAINFUL AND EVERYTHING - YOU UNDERSTAND!
(I died a little bit at that line)
You are a Goddess, let no one convince you otherwise
((perhaps more coherence later))
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Date: 2014-04-21 04:01 pm (UTC)(Two girls, with memories rewritten in their heads. Changed and altered to someone else’s liking. A crack where the light gets in, leaking into Amy’s body and bleeding out of Dawn’s.
Is it any wonder they found each other?)
But especially this. I cannot.
I am so pleased that people ship this. This is an important ship. Please carry on.
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Date: 2014-04-15 09:42 pm (UTC)And I like the first meme, and the first one is just screaming for my otp of all otps, but I will resist!
So, I will go with forced proximity with Chloe/Lex. :D
And just because I find your suggestion funny and would love to see what you would do with it I would like a fic involving a literal curtain with a Chloe pairing of your choosing.
Oh, and just because I'm curious about how long your list for that one point is, the character meme for Chloe Sullivan. :D
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Date: 2014-04-20 03:17 am (UTC)I love all your choices, even the curtain one, and I'll get to them. But I need time to ruminate on ideas. So instead, you get the ficlet that you didn't technically ask for, but we both know you wanted. XD
Chloe/Dean, road trip (though it's not an AU really, because there whole life is a road trip basically.)
“I still don’t know why we couldn’t have just taken my car.” Dean grumbled from the passenger feet. His knees were shoved up, even with the seat all the way back, and when they hit a bump, he sometimes hit his head on the ceiling.
Chloe could only imagine what would have happened if it had been Sam forced into the car with her.
“Because,” Chloe emphasized, “You’re kind of a mass murderer at the moment. Sam too.”
“I am not a mass murderer.” Dean said shoving a finger in her direction.
“Well, I know that and you now that, but you and your face and your car are all over the news. And no matter how many times you change your license plates, eventually someone is going to realize who it is living in the hotel room next to them and call 911.”
Chloe swore she had explained this to him plenty of times before, enough to get through his thick skull. Eternal optimism, who knew she had it?
“Still.” Dean said, “You need more room in this thing.”
“All extra space is used up hiding weapons and electronics,” Chloe rolled her eyes, “And they were all here before you. So get over it, princess.”
“Fine,” He huffed, such a little boy. She hoped Bobby wasn’t getting this kind of behavior from Sam, as it was, Dean was already possibly going to end up shot. They didn’t need both Winchesters out of commission when they finally got to the hunt.
They stopped at a red light and Dean’s hand reached out to fiddle with the radio, find some classic rock station she was sure.
She put her hand over his and smiled sweetly, “Driver picks the music; shotgun shuts his cake hole.”
His mouth dropped and she turned back to the road, grinning.
All other prompts are on their way, I promise. This one just came easier. (It made my Chloe/Lex muse jealous and is mad at me now I think.
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Date: 2014-04-21 11:21 am (UTC)And of course I will NEVER say no to some Chlean! And I love this! Poor Dean cramped up in a car that's two sizes too small for him, though of course Chloe is right, better him than Sam in Chloe's later seasons cars, I always found it kinda sad that they got rid off her mustang, 'cuz I can totally picture Chloe as a character-car gal. And since you incorporated Dean's taste in music I would like to know for the character meme if you maybe have a headcanon for Chloe's taste in music, I mean we know that back in season one of her favorite songs was 'Perfect memory', alternative rock, but personally I'm not inclined to give it too much weight since 1) it's her favorite from her teen years and at least my taste in music changed since my teenage years, and 2) the fact that it's a Remy Zero song and it having being chosen more for the show than the character, imo. Anyway, now thinking about it I guess I probably would consider Chloe a mood listener, you know someone who listens to all kinds of music, and what to at any given time depends on the mood she's in or what she's doing. But I also once again really like her reasoning for the various songs she listens to in Special Projects.
And hah! I know that feeling that's how my Chloe/Dean muse feels when I get ideas for other pairings, or fanarts for other pairings come out better than the Chloe/Dean stuff. :/ Muses are such emotional beings.
Also, I can't wait for the rest. :D
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Date: 2014-04-23 09:22 pm (UTC)you could have been number one (if you only found the time) // AU of the S4 finale/S5 opener // things that could have led to other things basically
There’s a flash of light and then sudden darkness that burns brighter than the light and pressure all around her.
That’s the last thing she remembers before she hits the cave walls and passes out.
The next thing she is aware of is the sound of Lex’s voice. It’s distant at first, like he was calling out to her from miles away, but then it came closer and closer until she could tell even with her eyes closed, he was right in front of her.
His hand was gently pressed against her face, she realized a few minutes later, warm almost hot, and that eased her out of the fog she had been lost in more than anything else.
“Lex?” She asks, her eyes blinking open.
She was right; he was hovering over her, his hand still on her cheek as he tried to wake her up completely.
“Chloe, what happened?”
She groaned taking in the sights of fallen rocks around them and the memories of how they had gotten there coming back to her.
“There was a meteor shower.” Chloe tells him.
“Yes, I know that—what happened after that?”
Well, he had dragged her caveman style into actual caves and started demanding answers from her. But she didn’t think that was the answer he was looking for.
“I think I hit my head.” She says, her arm slowly going up to the back of her head. Her limbs were still moving a little slowly but for the most part she seemed alright. Nothing broken, none of the normal signs of concussion.
(There was a slight gash on Lex’s head, smearing blood across his forehead, and maybe she should feel bad.
She didn’t.)
There was no blood when she looks at her hands and Lex looked her over again as well. “You seem fine.” He tells her.
Glancing over at had once been the opening of the caves, Chloe laughs. “I don’t think either of us are fine.”
--
The rocks had come tumbling in. And down. And maybe from underneath for all Chloe knew. All she knew for sure was that the entrance to the caves was now a wall of rocks.
She distantly wondered if there were any meteor rocks mixed in there, new or old, if this would give her and Lex some kind of weird combined power. She almost giggled at the thought and started to wonder about her conclusion about not having a concussion.
She watched silently as Lex tried to clear out some of the rocks, leaving her alone for the time being. He had a slight opening that let in air and sunlight but whenever he moved too many rocks more always seemed to keep tumbling in to take their place. But they still had the opening, if anyone came looking for them.
(Chloe had faith in Lois.
Lex didn’t.)
--
Eventually Lex got too tired and came to rest beside her. Chloe had actually encouraged it, despite everything, because she really didn’t want him to die. She had attempted to get up in the beginning, to help, because God knows she didn’t want to be stuck in their either, but she still felt too drained. Like the light that had hit her had taken part of her with it.
“You have to rest,” Chloe tells Lex as he settles beside her, “Your hit your head, you shouldn’t be moving around this much anyways. And if you pass out, I won’t be any help.”
“Hit my head?” Lex asks turning to look at her, “That’s not how I remember it. I remember you pushing me into one of these walls.”
“I was scared,” Chloe says looking away from him, “You dragged me here in a freaking meteor shower, you were shouting—If you’re looking for an apology, you’re not going to get one.”
“You don’t get scared, Chloe.” Lex says, “You get even; there’s a big difference.”
There was silence after it, but it seemed louder than anything that came before.
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Date: 2014-04-23 09:37 pm (UTC)“No, if you do it like that, the light will get in.”
“Their curtains, Chloe. That’s exactly what they prevent from happening.” Clark sighs.
“That’s what they’re supposed to do if you hang them up correctly, but you have gaps, Clark. Big gaps.”
“Remind me again why Oliver isn’t the one doing this?” Clark asks.
“Because he’s at work and also, I’ve spent the last ten years of my life giving you advice on anything from your relationships, with my cousin of all people, to finding you all kinds of information on weird things for you even before I knew you had super powers. And I never asked questions. So this is one of many things you will do in return to make it up to me.”
Clark sighed deeply, still hovering above the floor, and removing the curtain rod to fix his mistakes.
“Tell me again what I’m supposed to do.”
Chloe grins at him from her place on the sofa, taking a satisfied sip of her coffee.
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Date: 2014-04-17 12:27 am (UTC)Dawn/Elena + #5
(also I hope you are okay and whatever is going on gets a swift kick in the proverbially in the butt. ilu *squish*)
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Date: 2014-05-11 01:50 am (UTC)Seems I’m Always Thinking of You // pre-Dawn/Elena // AU for TVD and post Chosen for BtVs
Dawn doesn’t know why they ended up in Cleveland of all places. Well she does, but really, they had already ended one Hellmouth, it seemed like they should get a free pass from this one. In her opinion they had stopped plenty of apocalypses already, they deserved more of a break.
(It’s not like they ever really got one, with Slayer training and searching and Dawn and her future Watcher training. They weren’t allowed breaks, it didn’t come with the Slayer gig, even if you weren’t actually a Slayer.)
But Buffy said and here they were.
Elena knew why she was in Cleveland. She was running away; from vampires and magic and the supernatural and evil doppelgangers and anything else that had ever hurt her. Cleveland wasn’t as far away as she would have liked, but she didn’t have the grades or the money to get her into another school, and she couldn’t compel or magic her way in to anywhere she liked. Not that Bonnie or Caroline had done either.
(Bonnie had gone to Whitmore, not straying too far from the town she felt it was her duty to protect. Caroline was sulking in Southern France, because they were all supposed to go to college together, and she was mad at them both.)
They still talked sometimes, the only two left that mattered, but it wasn’t the same. She felt like she was running from them too.
Dawn and Elena are assigned as roommates and they smile and keep to their own sides of the dorm room.
Dawn keeps her bag of weapons under her bed and her tomes of ancient texts in a plain unremarkable bag in the closet.
Elena keeps her vervain plant in the window and a stake in her bedside table.
They smile and talk about what classes they share.
They find out they both know about vampires the hard way.
Two weeks in to classes and a dead body is found, two holes in the neck. Dawn plans to handle it on her own (with help of the sister variety only if necessary) and Elena decides to pretend she doesn’t know what it means. But she takes to sleeping with the curtains open and the stake is moved to underneath her pillow.
Their walking home together after a party, when the vampire attacks.
It happens in a blur of frat boy, two brunettes, vervain water and a stake that is suddenly in Dawn’s hand and then disappearing in a pile of dust.
“I didn’t know they did that,” Is all Elena says.
(She had never seen a vampire turn to dust before. All the ones she had seen had turned grey but never to ash.
And Elena had seen plenty of vampires die, just not always the right ones.)
“Sorry about your stake.” Dawn says. It sounds stupid once it’s out of her mouth.
“It’s okay,” Elena shrugs, “I have more.”
(They have the conversation of course.
“So, vampires huh?”
They tell each other parts of their lives stories and hold other parts back. And they know it, but by the end of it their closer. They’re friends. Real friends.
They had both forgotten what it was like to make a new friend.)
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Date: 2014-05-11 02:05 am (UTC)But still, hope you like it, even if it is split up oddly.
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Date: 2014-04-17 05:28 am (UTC)This can be a road trip but I want them stuck together for long enough to get some sort of honesty.
(I always thought they would be great together because they are both excellent about seeing through bullshit - unless it's their own)