Zen and the Art of Moving On

Prompt: 314 – Write about a memorable family meal.
Muse: Jean-Luc Picard
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Word Count: 657


Fifteen years when viewed in retrospect could seem a lengthy amount of time to a human. And yet for Jean-Luc it felt as if the fifteen-year span had occurred in what seemed to him a mere blink of an eye. The day had been strangely quiet, routine posts as the Enterprise was in transition to the Neutral Zone to intercept a Klingon vessel for a transport of surviving Federation archeologists found at Verius 4, a star that had unexpectedly imploded and claimed the lives of researchers from several different species. And yet there had been survivors, four from the Federation.

Jean-Luc had never been a man who held a fondness for pomp and circumstance. The quiet of the day had been welcome and well-used. He had read quite a bit, practiced the Ressikan flute and caught up on the latest archeological studies undertaken by the Federation. All in all the day had been lovely by all accounts and purposes, ‘all’ being his.

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Crop circles in the sand. The universe always starts with riddles. They’re her downfall, the mysteries. She’s like an object caught in their orbit, endlessly looping them in messy circles, inspecting, taking the pieces of the puzzles in her hands and searching for the shape of how they’re put together.

Sometimes the pieces are made of glass, and they cut her hands. Sometimes– sometimes. But she can’t put them down, because she has to know, and that’s the paradox of her mind, endlessly drawn to that which will hurt her.

This is old. This is ancient, written in hieroglyphs only men with ghosts in their minds and dust on their hands can translate.

( something blue. )


Muse: The Doctor (Eleventh)
Misc Fandom/Doctor Who OC
Word Count: 360
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Blaise Zabini
Harry Potter

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Thank you, Daniel, for your loyalty and your faith in me. There were times in my life when I preferred working alone, not wanting to entrust my studies to anyone else. You were the one who made me change my mind. Now you are my assistant and confidant, and I’m grateful to you for being here for me. Together, we shall defeat death.

Thank you, Megan, for giving Daniel a few hours of comfort and happiness. I couldn’t deny that you were everything to him – until he found his true destiny. Now you’d better leave him alone, Meg. As the true scientist that he is, he should concentrate on his research work instead of wasting his time on passionate love affairs. I may sound cynical enough, but that’s me. Too straightforward at times.

And thank you, Dr. Hill, for making my life so exciting. Obviously, you’ve already appreciated all the advantages of your new existence. As you can see, my methods work (and how!)-- but goddammit, stop misusing my reagents!



Words: 170
Fandom: Re-Animator
Muse: Herbert West

Tanis was a strange planet; filled with life, lush and green but at the same time so barren and dead that it was near impossible for her - a scientist - to see the way that life could be, the way life could flourish.

( New Beginnings )


Muse: Nadia
Fandom: Pandorum
Word Count: 306

Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.

( Borrowing another man's skin )

Muse: Corporal Bower
Fandom: Pandorum
Word Count: 430

Mikaela often things about the three ‘somethings’. The something old, the something new, the something borrowed - and the something blue.

( The Tricky Topic of Marriage )


Muse: Mikaela Banes
Fandom: Transformers the Movie (1&2)
Word Count: 273

Write about something old, something new, or something borrowed.

( It’ll be all my dad’s fault when that happens and I die, it will, totally. )

Muse: Sam Witwicky
Fandom: Transformers The Movie (1 & 2)
Word Count: 248

Right before mom and dad died, we had a really big family dinner with my aunts and uncles and extended family. I remember how happy Jeremy was, showing off one of the things that he drew and mom kissed his forehead and told him how good he was. How far he'd get and he'd be famous someday.

We spent the entire night just talking, laughing and playing board games in the living room. Everyone was happy and we all acted like there wasn't a care in the world. That nothing bad could ever happen to us.

That was the last dinner we ever had together before the big empty void came. When our world was turned upside down and we had no sense of which way was forward. We became lost.'

I still try to go back to that night when things get bad or I need to smile, It was one of the happiest memories I have and one of the best dinners I think we've ever had, unless you count the Easter dinner when I was ten and Jeremy put a rotten egg in someone's basket at the Easter Egg Hunt.

Elena Gilbert/Vampire Diaries/193 words
written from the show POV

"You are kidding right? That vamp wouldn't have gotten close enough to bite me."

"Gabby, that thing was only a few inches from you and you didn't have anything up to kill it. It was going to get you."

"I had a plan."

"Right, of course you did."

Sam was looking between the two, perking a brow at the both of them before shaking his head and going back to eating his cheeseburger. "Can't you two stop bickering for ten minutes while we eat?"

"I would, he just doesn't know when to shut up."

Dean shot her a look, flinging a fry in her direction, which got a few fries thrown back at him. What happened next was a food fight that got Sam pelted with a milkshake, leaving Dean and Gabby laughing.

"Great, thanks. Merry Christmas to you too."

Gabby smirked a little. "Right back atcha Sammy."

"You're so much like Dean it's scary."

"Hey, she's nothing like me."

Yes, this was a typical Winchester family Christmas dinner.

Gabriella Winchester/Supernatural (OC)/170 words

( fake cut due to length and spoilers )

Character: Gene Hunt
Fandom: Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes
Words: 1257
Spoilers: Up to A2A S2 finale.

Dear God (if you're there; Heaven if you're not),

We haven't exactly had a lot of opportunity to talk, have we? I mean, the first time I got a headache followed by dreams of character back story - that was when, 03? 04? And I've never actually heard from You. There's a lot of things I'd like to ask You ('why me?' for starters), but that can wait. I have something to say.

Thank You.

I bet You weren't expecting that, huh? Well, You probably were, but that's not the point. The point is - who would expect me to be grateful? I used to write short stories for a scifi magazine, before Supernatural. It didn't pay great, but I got by. Once I started having visions, life as I knew it fell apart. The drinking destroyed my social life, the books isolated me from my family. The only people who wanted to talk to me were my publisher and my fans. But I was still making a living. Writers can be hermits, so it kind of worked.

And then my publisher went bankrupt, and Supernatural wouldn't stop coming to me, and then Dean and Sam found me, your angels alternately protected and threatened me, an angel's vessel exploded all over my carpet, and all the while Supernatural kept coming to me, and it was getting worse. And the story keeps coming to me, and it's still getting worse--

But I'm glad that the story keeps coming to me. You know what kind of guy I am - I'd rather know what's going on and be useless than be ignorant and able to help. And these days I am everything, anything but ignorant. So thank you, God, for that. For this.

Your Prophet,
Chuck

Chuck Shurley
Supernatural
287 words

( Cut for Season 8 spoilers )

Lucas North
Spooks
Word Count: 304

( Lauren Reed is dead. )

Lauren Reed
Alias
251 Words

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Grave Robber
Repo! The Genetic Opera
476

The cloth passed over the smooth blade with reverential care, erasing the few ugly fingerprints that marred the beautiful swirling pattern of the folded metal. For something capable of such violence, the gentle swirls were amazingly peaceful. Snake Eyes felt the tension in his shoulders fade as he ran the cloth along the blade in a long, repetitive motion.

Drowning out the other noises in the enclosed bay of the Howler, he focused on the dull shine of the steel. Like many of the katanas forged and folded in the ancient ways, the same methods that gave it the beautiful swirled pattern made it incredibly strong. The old blade didn't need the attention, but it was his ritual after every fight. Given to him the day he left the clan house, the sword was the closest thing he had to an old friend and with proper care it would last longer than he would.

At last he put down the cloth and scrutinized the blade one last time. He blew away an almost invisible hair. It was spotless. Gently, he slid it back into its sheath and leaned back. Closing his eyes, he focused on the vivid image of the intricate blade, and drifted into a calming meditation.

Snake Eyes - GI Joe - 206 words

"You nicked this?" Mereel stares up at the imposing landing craft, mouth agape.

I can't help laughing; he's supposed to be the one with the reckless streak a parsec wide, but it's obvious he's impressed. "Borrowed it. Doubt the Trade Fed boys'll miss it."

The gears are working, probably trying to decide what question to ask next. He shakes his head and settles for walking around the massive base. I wait. We've commandeered vessels of all sorts before, but a landing craft's a big piece of army all on its own. I've outdone myself this time.

"And it's all intact?" my brother asks, returning from his inspection.

"Except for the IFF and a few other little tracking beacons. All the tinnies need is an activation signal - which I also disabled, of course. Far as anyone knows it had a nasty accident coming out of hyperspace and was vaporized."

He nods in appreciation. Last thing we need is a landing craft worth of droids waking up without warning. "So, ner vod, what're you planning to do with all the artillery here?"

Really, I didn't think that far ahead while I was stealing it. It was more to prove I could than any specific purposed. I shrug. "Park it on a quiet little planet and let Jaing and Prudii play with it." If anything my brothers will enjoy fiddling with it, and might sabotage a lot of tinnies along the way.

Mereel grins and claps me on the shoulder. "Kandosii, vod'ika. Kandosii."

A'den - Star Wars - 251 words