Five Things Batch #4
It's nearly the end of the month so I'm scrapping in just in time. This is the biggest batch of things so far. Thanks to everyone that requested something and kept my writing muscles working. Yay May!
Five things Harry would never admit about Severus Snape (Snape/Harry)
Requested by randomlysane
1. That he really did know his stuff. He was the crappiest teacher Harry had ever had but the man was a walking encyclopedia of sneaky spells. Not that Harry would ever admit that to his face. Snape already had an ego the size of a Hippogriff.
2. That, even though he was usually the butt of Snape's well-aimed quips (and that didn't stop just because they were sleeping together), Snape had a wicked way with words and it was almost worth getting verbally flayed by his clever tongue. And that his clever tongue was good for other things too.
3. That in spite of appearances, once his word was freely given, Snape was loyal to a fault. Dumbledore had known it; Minerva had suspected it and Harry was beginning to believe it. Harry laughed that Snape had successfully hidden his Hufflepuff side for most of his life, but his secret was out now. Snape had growled and changed the subject.
4. That sometimes, when Harry wakes up in the middle of the night, Snape's face is twisted as though he were in pain, and the mumbled words that leak out of his thin mouth sound a lot like 'sorry'. Harry never refers to it in the morning - mostly because he'd have to talk about why he can't sleep the whole night through.
5. That he kisses like his life depends upon it; deep, earnest kisses with his eyes closed, with his arms wrapped tight around Harry's shoulders, with everything he's got in him. Harry wouldn't admit that to anyone because it's no one's business but theirs.
Five Things Dean Taught Sam How To Do (wee!chesters, i.e. Sam & Dean gen)
This requires a little explanation. Even though she didn't request it, this is for destina - because she keeps lists of what her friends like, because she has a busy weekend ahead, because she once said she likes wee!chesters, because I've never written Sam & Dean gen, but mainly just because I like her. Think of it as a very early birthday present ;-)
1. They were staying on a lake during the off-season. John had left before dawn and promised to be back before nightfall. Dean made sure both the front and back doors were locked so Sam couldn't wander down to the water.
Reception on the TV was sporadic at best - black and white afternoon movies showed fuzzy under a set of rabbit ears that were rusted and crooked beyond repair. Dean sat on the floor and played with the small collection of cars they'd managed not to lose.
A clatter from the kitchen had him jumping to his feet. Sam was trying to pick up an old broom that'd been leaning against the chipboard cupboards, a remnant left behind by some happy family that had holidayed together in the summer time and had a mother who was concerned about things like dust and sand in the short span of days they'd be away from the familial home.
"Here," Dean said, picking up the broom and bringing the handle down to Sam's level. "Push. Push it."
Sam grabbed the end with both hands, sticky fingers lying over Dean's one-handed grip. He toddled forward and Dean went with him, sweeping invisible piles of dirt into the corner. Dean controlled the direction while Sam provided the force.
"That's it, you're cleaning. Good boy."
Sam smiled up at him.
2. Dean used a black marker and the spine of one of John's books to draw a series of evenly spaced lines down the empty back page of one of Sam's coloring-in books.
"Okay, jump up."
Sam sat on his lap, bony ass digging into Dean's thighs.
"Pick a color," he said as he grabbed a blue crayon. Sam chose a red one and clutched it tight between chubby fingers.
"Here we go," Dean said and began to write. "Ess. Now you do it. No, the line underneath."
"Etttth," Sam lisped, copying Dean's sinuous example, although Sam's attempt looked more like a bolt of lightening.
"Aaaaay," Dean said, deliberately drawling. The state they'd been living in the past two months played nightly reruns of Happy Days and, although he wouldn't admit it, Dean thought the Fonz was way cool. When he grew up, he wanted a motorbike and a leather jacket just like him.
"Aaay," Sam repeated, this letter a full three inches away from the first one.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Like that. Like the top bit of a star but you put the line there instead of at the bottom. Okay, next one."
"Em," Sam said, opening his eyes comically wide. "Mmm. Mmmmm. Like the ad, Dean."
"That's right; mmm means yummy. Do another one."
Sam painstakingly created another 'M', drawing the outside lines first then filling in the middle with two short stabbing marks.
"Last one." Dean wrote the letter 'Y' and Sam copied it underneath.
"Finished?" Sam asked.
"Done," Dean replied. "See? Sammy. That's you. Sammy."
They spent a short time admiring their handiwork; Dean's precise blue letters and Sam's larger ones that leaned precariously to one side.
"You now," Sam said. "Do Dean."
"Alright," Dean said as Sam pulled the book closer. "Choose another colour."
Dean picked up a green so light it was almost invisible on the page. Sam chose orange; bright and warm and friendly.
"Dee," Sam said and looked up at Dean expectantly.
"Dee," Dean agreed and began to write his name.
3. "Scalpel," Dean said, seriously, holding his hand out.
Sam, looking just as serious, placed the knife in his hand. Dean nodded approvingly; he'd taught Sam the proper way to handle knives and Sam had remembered to grasp the blade carefully between the thumb and first two fingers of his hand and slap the handle solidly into the waiting palm.
"Just needs a little incision…here."
Sam watched open-mouthed as Dean cut into Thomas The Teddy's leg. Sam had gone through a Thomas The Tank Engine phase and now everything was gifted with that name. At least the teddy bear made sense; not like the Thomas The Block Set.
"Steady, steady," Dean said, just like the doctors they watched on TV. He peeled away the material and they both leaned in, staring at the now exposed stuffing.
"Needle, and quickly. He's getting exposed to germs."
Sam handed over a big darning needle that had string threaded through its eye. "You need to suture it, Dean. Hurry!"
"I got it," Dean mumbled as he pushed through the base of the wound, stitching upwards in a mostly straight line. "Almost…there."
Both he and Sam leant back on their heels and sighed dramatically. "Good job, Doctor Dean. You saved his life."
"Thank you, Nurse Sam."
"Shut up, Dean! I don't wanna be the nurse!"
"Hey, if I'm the doctor, you're the nurse. Suck it up."
Sam's eyes cut to the side as he settled in for a good sulk.
Dean sighed. Being a big brother was hard sometimes. "I'm afraid the news isn't all good though."
"No?" Almost against his will, Sam looked interested.
"No. He's got a cancerous boil in his arm. Big one; could turn into gangrene. You need to get it out before it explodes."
Sam nodded seriously. "That means you'll have to assist me. It looks like a tricky case, Nurse Dean."
Dean's eyes narrowed.
"Scalpel," Sam said, huge smile on his face. He held out his palm.
"Sam? Dean? What're you boys doing back there?" John hollered from the lounge room.
"Shit!" Sam squealed.
4. "Dude, c'mon. Dad'll kick our asses if we don't get down to Pastor Jim's in time."
"I'm coming," Sam said as he stared at his frustrated expression in the mirror. His fingers fumbled again.
"What're you do - ?"
"I can't get it to sit right."
"Dickwad," Dean said, standing behind him and slapping his hands away. "Stand still."
Dean's chin poked into his shoulder as he undid the knot and pulled at the ends of the material until they were even.
"Look, it's easy. Pull this up and around, ya gotta tuck this under - "
Sam blew a piece of hair out of his eye and looked at their reflection, watched solemnly as his brother taught him how to properly do up a tie.
5. "Is that all you got? You're a pussy, man. A big, wet, dripp - "
"You're fucking disgusting, dude," Sam panted as he swung around fast and low, almost managing to sweep Dean's legs out from under him.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to your big bro. Better not let Dad here you," Dean grinned, dancing to the side and snapping out a solid punch from the shoulder.
It connected; Sam grimaced as a flare of pain flew through his ribs. "Dad's asleep and you still fight like a girl."
"Was Muhammad Ali a girl? 'Cause I got the moves, baby. I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee," Dean boasted as he shuffled his feet quickly through the dirt, sending up dust clouds that did nothing but make him sneeze.
Sam saw his chance and took it - a grab of Dean's forearm, a sudden pull, a little trip - and Dean was facedown and eating dirt.
"Nice," Dean wheezed from under him.
"Oh yeah, I got the moves," Sam huffed into the back of his neck.
Five things Jack won't admit to Daniel that he still fantasizes about even after they've been together for years (Jack/Daniel)
Requested by paian
1. That every time he sees a young family, or a guy around his age with a strong, healthy grown-up boy of his own, Jack wishes right down to the bottom of his heart that he could go back in time and have the same thing for himself. And that as much as he loves Daniel and as much as it would hurt, he'd give Daniel up in a split second if it meant he could have Charlie back.
2. That he wishes he and Daniel could have kids together - not through some sort of freaky alien technology or cloning mistake (he's not weird like that) but just like a miracle or a gift from God. Because when he and Daniel finally go, he wants to leave a little something behind. A little something of the best of them combined.
3. That one day Daniel will turn around and say, completely without sarcasm, "Wow, Jack, I never knew that! Tell me more."
4. He's never told Daniel that one thing that really gets him off in the fantasy department is the idea of them fucking in the gateroom while the entire staff of the mountain look on. He's pretty sure Daniel sort of knows; he didn't even flinch when Jack yelled out, "Incoming wormhole" this one time.
5. That he'd had known Daniel back when he was at college. The hair would've been the same, as would the glasses, as would the crappy early academic clothes, but Jack bets Daniel would still have a certain spark that hadn't yet been kicked out of him by years of being laughed at. He would've bought Daniel a coffee in one of the off-campus bars and listened to him talk for hours about the mystical past and the beauty of words and the way the desert sounds at night. The funny (and best) thing is that Jack gets to do that now.
Five things Daniel won't admit to Jack that he still fantasizes about even after they've been together for years (Jack/Daniel)
Also requested by paian
1. That someday, hopefully while he's still alive to see it, the archaeological community will find out how very wrong they were and how very right he was, and that they'll welcome him back with open arms.
2. That he'd managed to get his hands on a machine gun the first time they took Sha're away from him. He would have mowed everyone down; man, woman, child, himself and her too, if it'd stopped her from going through what she did.
3. That Sam had walked in on them fucking, just once. He knows it's petty and vindictive and probably a lot bitchy, but he's never been as sweet as the world painted him.
4. That maybe, one day, they could go back to Ernest's planet. He thinks he and Jack could happily live out the rest of their lives there. Well, Daniel could. And he'd do his best to make Jack not regret it.
5. That he'd have met Jack back when he was in training. The hair would've been darker, the eyes a bit harder, but Daniel bets that Jack would still have had a playful streak a mile wide under those stiff Air Force blues. He would've bought Jack a beer in one of those off-base bars and listened to him talk for hours about loyalty and flying and fishing and how quiet it gets beside a lake at night. The best (and funniest) thing is that Daniel gets to do it now.
Five things Harry would never admit about Severus Snape (Snape/Harry)
Requested by randomlysane
1. That he really did know his stuff. He was the crappiest teacher Harry had ever had but the man was a walking encyclopedia of sneaky spells. Not that Harry would ever admit that to his face. Snape already had an ego the size of a Hippogriff.
2. That, even though he was usually the butt of Snape's well-aimed quips (and that didn't stop just because they were sleeping together), Snape had a wicked way with words and it was almost worth getting verbally flayed by his clever tongue. And that his clever tongue was good for other things too.
3. That in spite of appearances, once his word was freely given, Snape was loyal to a fault. Dumbledore had known it; Minerva had suspected it and Harry was beginning to believe it. Harry laughed that Snape had successfully hidden his Hufflepuff side for most of his life, but his secret was out now. Snape had growled and changed the subject.
4. That sometimes, when Harry wakes up in the middle of the night, Snape's face is twisted as though he were in pain, and the mumbled words that leak out of his thin mouth sound a lot like 'sorry'. Harry never refers to it in the morning - mostly because he'd have to talk about why he can't sleep the whole night through.
5. That he kisses like his life depends upon it; deep, earnest kisses with his eyes closed, with his arms wrapped tight around Harry's shoulders, with everything he's got in him. Harry wouldn't admit that to anyone because it's no one's business but theirs.
Five Things Dean Taught Sam How To Do (wee!chesters, i.e. Sam & Dean gen)
This requires a little explanation. Even though she didn't request it, this is for destina - because she keeps lists of what her friends like, because she has a busy weekend ahead, because she once said she likes wee!chesters, because I've never written Sam & Dean gen, but mainly just because I like her. Think of it as a very early birthday present ;-)
1. They were staying on a lake during the off-season. John had left before dawn and promised to be back before nightfall. Dean made sure both the front and back doors were locked so Sam couldn't wander down to the water.
Reception on the TV was sporadic at best - black and white afternoon movies showed fuzzy under a set of rabbit ears that were rusted and crooked beyond repair. Dean sat on the floor and played with the small collection of cars they'd managed not to lose.
A clatter from the kitchen had him jumping to his feet. Sam was trying to pick up an old broom that'd been leaning against the chipboard cupboards, a remnant left behind by some happy family that had holidayed together in the summer time and had a mother who was concerned about things like dust and sand in the short span of days they'd be away from the familial home.
"Here," Dean said, picking up the broom and bringing the handle down to Sam's level. "Push. Push it."
Sam grabbed the end with both hands, sticky fingers lying over Dean's one-handed grip. He toddled forward and Dean went with him, sweeping invisible piles of dirt into the corner. Dean controlled the direction while Sam provided the force.
"That's it, you're cleaning. Good boy."
Sam smiled up at him.
2. Dean used a black marker and the spine of one of John's books to draw a series of evenly spaced lines down the empty back page of one of Sam's coloring-in books.
"Okay, jump up."
Sam sat on his lap, bony ass digging into Dean's thighs.
"Pick a color," he said as he grabbed a blue crayon. Sam chose a red one and clutched it tight between chubby fingers.
"Here we go," Dean said and began to write. "Ess. Now you do it. No, the line underneath."
"Etttth," Sam lisped, copying Dean's sinuous example, although Sam's attempt looked more like a bolt of lightening.
"Aaaaay," Dean said, deliberately drawling. The state they'd been living in the past two months played nightly reruns of Happy Days and, although he wouldn't admit it, Dean thought the Fonz was way cool. When he grew up, he wanted a motorbike and a leather jacket just like him.
"Aaay," Sam repeated, this letter a full three inches away from the first one.
"Yeah," Dean said. "Like that. Like the top bit of a star but you put the line there instead of at the bottom. Okay, next one."
"Em," Sam said, opening his eyes comically wide. "Mmm. Mmmmm. Like the ad, Dean."
"That's right; mmm means yummy. Do another one."
Sam painstakingly created another 'M', drawing the outside lines first then filling in the middle with two short stabbing marks.
"Last one." Dean wrote the letter 'Y' and Sam copied it underneath.
"Finished?" Sam asked.
"Done," Dean replied. "See? Sammy. That's you. Sammy."
They spent a short time admiring their handiwork; Dean's precise blue letters and Sam's larger ones that leaned precariously to one side.
"You now," Sam said. "Do Dean."
"Alright," Dean said as Sam pulled the book closer. "Choose another colour."
Dean picked up a green so light it was almost invisible on the page. Sam chose orange; bright and warm and friendly.
"Dee," Sam said and looked up at Dean expectantly.
"Dee," Dean agreed and began to write his name.
3. "Scalpel," Dean said, seriously, holding his hand out.
Sam, looking just as serious, placed the knife in his hand. Dean nodded approvingly; he'd taught Sam the proper way to handle knives and Sam had remembered to grasp the blade carefully between the thumb and first two fingers of his hand and slap the handle solidly into the waiting palm.
"Just needs a little incision…here."
Sam watched open-mouthed as Dean cut into Thomas The Teddy's leg. Sam had gone through a Thomas The Tank Engine phase and now everything was gifted with that name. At least the teddy bear made sense; not like the Thomas The Block Set.
"Steady, steady," Dean said, just like the doctors they watched on TV. He peeled away the material and they both leaned in, staring at the now exposed stuffing.
"Needle, and quickly. He's getting exposed to germs."
Sam handed over a big darning needle that had string threaded through its eye. "You need to suture it, Dean. Hurry!"
"I got it," Dean mumbled as he pushed through the base of the wound, stitching upwards in a mostly straight line. "Almost…there."
Both he and Sam leant back on their heels and sighed dramatically. "Good job, Doctor Dean. You saved his life."
"Thank you, Nurse Sam."
"Shut up, Dean! I don't wanna be the nurse!"
"Hey, if I'm the doctor, you're the nurse. Suck it up."
Sam's eyes cut to the side as he settled in for a good sulk.
Dean sighed. Being a big brother was hard sometimes. "I'm afraid the news isn't all good though."
"No?" Almost against his will, Sam looked interested.
"No. He's got a cancerous boil in his arm. Big one; could turn into gangrene. You need to get it out before it explodes."
Sam nodded seriously. "That means you'll have to assist me. It looks like a tricky case, Nurse Dean."
Dean's eyes narrowed.
"Scalpel," Sam said, huge smile on his face. He held out his palm.
"Sam? Dean? What're you boys doing back there?" John hollered from the lounge room.
"Shit!" Sam squealed.
4. "Dude, c'mon. Dad'll kick our asses if we don't get down to Pastor Jim's in time."
"I'm coming," Sam said as he stared at his frustrated expression in the mirror. His fingers fumbled again.
"What're you do - ?"
"I can't get it to sit right."
"Dickwad," Dean said, standing behind him and slapping his hands away. "Stand still."
Dean's chin poked into his shoulder as he undid the knot and pulled at the ends of the material until they were even.
"Look, it's easy. Pull this up and around, ya gotta tuck this under - "
Sam blew a piece of hair out of his eye and looked at their reflection, watched solemnly as his brother taught him how to properly do up a tie.
5. "Is that all you got? You're a pussy, man. A big, wet, dripp - "
"You're fucking disgusting, dude," Sam panted as he swung around fast and low, almost managing to sweep Dean's legs out from under him.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to your big bro. Better not let Dad here you," Dean grinned, dancing to the side and snapping out a solid punch from the shoulder.
It connected; Sam grimaced as a flare of pain flew through his ribs. "Dad's asleep and you still fight like a girl."
"Was Muhammad Ali a girl? 'Cause I got the moves, baby. I float like a butterfly and sting like a bee," Dean boasted as he shuffled his feet quickly through the dirt, sending up dust clouds that did nothing but make him sneeze.
Sam saw his chance and took it - a grab of Dean's forearm, a sudden pull, a little trip - and Dean was facedown and eating dirt.
"Nice," Dean wheezed from under him.
"Oh yeah, I got the moves," Sam huffed into the back of his neck.
Five things Jack won't admit to Daniel that he still fantasizes about even after they've been together for years (Jack/Daniel)
Requested by paian
1. That every time he sees a young family, or a guy around his age with a strong, healthy grown-up boy of his own, Jack wishes right down to the bottom of his heart that he could go back in time and have the same thing for himself. And that as much as he loves Daniel and as much as it would hurt, he'd give Daniel up in a split second if it meant he could have Charlie back.
2. That he wishes he and Daniel could have kids together - not through some sort of freaky alien technology or cloning mistake (he's not weird like that) but just like a miracle or a gift from God. Because when he and Daniel finally go, he wants to leave a little something behind. A little something of the best of them combined.
3. That one day Daniel will turn around and say, completely without sarcasm, "Wow, Jack, I never knew that! Tell me more."
4. He's never told Daniel that one thing that really gets him off in the fantasy department is the idea of them fucking in the gateroom while the entire staff of the mountain look on. He's pretty sure Daniel sort of knows; he didn't even flinch when Jack yelled out, "Incoming wormhole" this one time.
5. That he'd had known Daniel back when he was at college. The hair would've been the same, as would the glasses, as would the crappy early academic clothes, but Jack bets Daniel would still have a certain spark that hadn't yet been kicked out of him by years of being laughed at. He would've bought Daniel a coffee in one of the off-campus bars and listened to him talk for hours about the mystical past and the beauty of words and the way the desert sounds at night. The funny (and best) thing is that Jack gets to do that now.
Five things Daniel won't admit to Jack that he still fantasizes about even after they've been together for years (Jack/Daniel)
Also requested by paian
1. That someday, hopefully while he's still alive to see it, the archaeological community will find out how very wrong they were and how very right he was, and that they'll welcome him back with open arms.
2. That he'd managed to get his hands on a machine gun the first time they took Sha're away from him. He would have mowed everyone down; man, woman, child, himself and her too, if it'd stopped her from going through what she did.
3. That Sam had walked in on them fucking, just once. He knows it's petty and vindictive and probably a lot bitchy, but he's never been as sweet as the world painted him.
4. That maybe, one day, they could go back to Ernest's planet. He thinks he and Jack could happily live out the rest of their lives there. Well, Daniel could. And he'd do his best to make Jack not regret it.
5. That he'd have met Jack back when he was in training. The hair would've been darker, the eyes a bit harder, but Daniel bets that Jack would still have had a playful streak a mile wide under those stiff Air Force blues. He would've bought Jack a beer in one of those off-base bars and listened to him talk for hours about loyalty and flying and fishing and how quiet it gets beside a lake at night. The best (and funniest) thing is that Daniel gets to do it now.