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ENTRY #8
Title: You Gotta Play Nice
Author:goatgodschild
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (Yes)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Sam Winchester/O.C. / Sam Winchester; David Haller; Howard Hazard (OC) / Supernatural; Legion; Original Fiction
Challenge/Prompts used: Bird’s Nest
Summary: Daid teaches Sam and HOward a valuable lesson abouet psychic abilities.
Rating/Warnings: G (p sure)
Word count: 1618
Author's Notes (if any):
Howard was fidgeting, per usual. Sam looked relaxed, his hair long and tied back in the behind his neck. They were outside today, which Howard thought set Sam at an advantage. Howard was at a disantvanatge, with gow uncomfortable he was in sun…or shadow. In the sunshine, you could see the shadows all the clevarer, and his shadows were so dark and dfrightening…
He wanted to be back in his room, sinking into his dreams, in the controlled environment of his room, with his beloved kitty. And he was so excited to give his best friend the little harness and try to get [them] something nice. Why couldn’t they do this somewhere he could bring Brownie?
Sam was cute. Or pretty or handsome or sphere was a word, but Howard didn’t have it. He didn’t want this feeling, not exactly, at least. He’d rather have been back thinking he could never be in love with anyone ever, instead of this. And Sma had interesting abilities, not like Howard. Howard just wanted to be left alone to dream, to draw, to write. Howard was sweating so much that he could feel it pooling in his small of his back and behind his news. The morning was hot and humid, or at least warm, and here Howard was dressed in a full suit and tie. With his dress shows on top of it, he looked as though he had been rtandformed from a dinner party decades before, and wasn’t happy about being here.
Sam was feressed in his usual shirt and jeans, although it was up to his knes. The shirt was ragged at the collar and mehs, the jeans town in at least two pla es. He cut a rather androgynous figure in the norming light, his necklaces eh only thng that (to Howard) spoke to who Sam had been before he had come to the Academy. Sam wasn’ even looking t Howard, he was watching the birds that fluttered through the trees of the Academy, and layed with his necklaces. The largest one, naturally, was the one that scared Howard. It wasn’t the knife at Sam’s belt (although Howard certainly found that scary enough) it was that large dark circle, a mirror encircled by silver, hanging on a long string. Sam kept playing with it, making th coinlike form appear and disappear, although there eas nothing of he sickening sensation from portals and horrors that Howard usually felt when things acted like that. Eventually in a moment, he discord (ealized) that Sam was doing a jouquelar, a conjuration trick, not even magic, just stage foolery. He was contemptuous…and then admiring all the more. Sam could do that, with his clever hands. Howerd was one of those poor people who seem so chronically clumsy.
“What are you here for?”” called a voice from across the lawn. Grass. The man coming towards them was dressed in something that seemed too make both Howard and Sam comfortable, the same and different at once. He was dressed larely in black, like Howard, but in a T-shirt and jeans, like Sam.
“Don’t know, sir.” Sam said, with Howard mumbling the same words. He had learned the hard way, you let other people figure out what was the truth, and then you followed along as best you could.
“David.” the man replied, crossing his arms in front of him to that Sam and Howrrd could shake his dans if they so wished. Sam did. Howard didn’t. “I mean, like…I’m David.” his California accent bordered on Parodc to Howard’s ear, and all Sam heard was city. “Anf you’re Howard, and you’re Sam.” he did not point at them, but nodded his head in their directions. “Query -- I mean, mom, I mean… your teacher. Sent you?”
He was so bouncy that Sam had a sudden painful stab of MISSING for Dean, and Sam wished there was so mething, for the milling trullionth time -- but this man was self assured in a way Dean wasn’t, and dressed with a flamboyance that Sam knew Dean could never hae dared to try. That was hi s brother, only daring in a few very specific circumstanced.
Howard could feel his heart beginning to pount. What wasa going to happen now? Would they have to share secrets? Were they doned to do the touch-happy adventure of the human knot, to try and understand each other? Howard did not want to touch thi sman, he looked like he smelled, and in his secondary vision, he was so bright that he was a little hard to look at that way.
“Sam nodded.
“Yeah.”
Howard glazed for the door behind David, hoping that he could reach the door and from there his room, even if he couldn’t really RUN or anything, but he could HOPE…
“Howard?” David asked, quizzical.
Howard jumped, cringing backwards in fear. “I’M ASORYY!”
Sam flinched, or seemed to, turning away slightly as hough hitting a wave and making it break over limited surface area. David only biinked, as though Howard’s reaction was othing at all. It felt in stead fo Howard’s usuall response of horror snd disgust against his world, there was a soft hands, warm and soft and blesseddly human, gently laying over Howards’ outward blash of disgust and terror.
Howard slowly relaxed, straightening, his breathing steayding. Je couldn’t -- hsi breathing was steady. He could exhale, inhale, exhale, there was fresh cool air in his lungs despite his own shaking.
“I know how it gets.” Howard heard David sai, as though he hadn’t just seen Howard react so angrily. “That…yeah, I see what needs to happen. Do you want to come with me?”
Sam strode off after David, who was headed to one of the nearbo picnic tables. Howard did ‘t want to sit on the picnic table, elst alone the benches, the inches on parls tables were always hideously disgusting. But the grass wasn’t much better, with all those BUGS there.
“I have a blanket set out for you, Howard. “ David said indicating a blanket that hadn’t been there a moment before. “Sam, do you want one?”
“Naw.”
On the table sat the ugliest object Howard had seen so far at the area. The thing looked like a wad of hair and grass an d bugs and faetehers, and Howard hated all od that and it was sitting right on the top of the TABLE, where people ATE.
“Oh, that’s a carolina wasp nest, isn’t it?” Sam said, reaching forwards to touch i. “Yeah, they got pulled out of the shed a few days ago, and it works just fine for what we’r e gonna do here.”
David sat on one end of the talble, wih Sam at the other end. Howard sat between them , the shade created their bodies blocking out the glare o the sun.
“You’e used to telling things what to do, aren’t you, Sam?” David asked. “The fire sport and all.” “They were mostly demons.” Sam daid. “They did what I told ethm, and they said I was their king.”
David looked pale for a momentum, although he had suddenly felt sick.
“You can’t always do that.” Howard said. “Sometime s they’re too big, and too scary, and af you could even try and say something they’d eact you up and make it worse than eating.”
“That’s the other way of handling i.” How David sounded was reassuring, rather than he unsettled or taunted wy that the others had when howard has described it to them. “You just let things o gover the head of your world, and you stay safe.”
Howard noedded.
“You can’t do either of those forever.” David said. “You’re both right, of course. You can make creatures do things, or you can run an hisde from them, ut you can’t od it permanently. Eventually you’ll get something too big to make bend, or that won’t leave you alone or let you get to your business.” he point taped the bird’s nest on his table.
“That’s what his it the expericse.”
He made a gentle gesture on his right hand, and a single strang of fiber spiraled out of the nest, rising up to coil in his hand.
“The thing is, guys, you’re going to have to ask the nest to give it up to you, just one strand, unbroken, and you can’t make it, or refuse to do it and hide away. All you need to ask is to be nice. Practice is important, because it doesn’t matter ho mcu h talent you have if you don’t practce. And if you don’t lean to be nice, though, Pactice, doesn’t mean nearly as much as you;’d think it does. “
“Be nice until it;s time not to be nice.” Sam chuckled, hidin his laugh behind his hands. “Yes.” David said. “And Howard, if you can’t do this, can’t learn to be nice and ask for what you need, hen all that power you have is going to bet a lot of wate and misdirection.” “They can’t be nice.” Howard said, his voice painful. “I already met them. And they HURT.” “Do you think they’re all the same?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sam, you can try first, if you’d like.”
Sam leaned forwards, balanced awkwardly on his crossed knees.
“Would you mind if I could get one of your strands?” he asked the nest. “I can take it if you want ti give. If you don;t want to--”
“Okat, try and call itup. “ David said.
“Alright.”
Sam made the same gesture with David, and the thing band of golden gair rose upwards from the nest. Howard eld back a dry heave.
“Thanks.” he told the nest, twisting the hair around his fingers.
Author:
goatgodschildI am of legal drinking age in my region: (Yes)
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Sam Winchester/O.C. / Sam Winchester; David Haller; Howard Hazard (OC) / Supernatural; Legion; Original Fiction
Challenge/Prompts used: Bird’s Nest
Summary: Daid teaches Sam and HOward a valuable lesson abouet psychic abilities.
Rating/Warnings: G (p sure)
Word count: 1618
Author's Notes (if any):
Howard was fidgeting, per usual. Sam looked relaxed, his hair long and tied back in the behind his neck. They were outside today, which Howard thought set Sam at an advantage. Howard was at a disantvanatge, with gow uncomfortable he was in sun…or shadow. In the sunshine, you could see the shadows all the clevarer, and his shadows were so dark and dfrightening…
He wanted to be back in his room, sinking into his dreams, in the controlled environment of his room, with his beloved kitty. And he was so excited to give his best friend the little harness and try to get [them] something nice. Why couldn’t they do this somewhere he could bring Brownie?
Sam was cute. Or pretty or handsome or sphere was a word, but Howard didn’t have it. He didn’t want this feeling, not exactly, at least. He’d rather have been back thinking he could never be in love with anyone ever, instead of this. And Sma had interesting abilities, not like Howard. Howard just wanted to be left alone to dream, to draw, to write. Howard was sweating so much that he could feel it pooling in his small of his back and behind his news. The morning was hot and humid, or at least warm, and here Howard was dressed in a full suit and tie. With his dress shows on top of it, he looked as though he had been rtandformed from a dinner party decades before, and wasn’t happy about being here.
Sam was feressed in his usual shirt and jeans, although it was up to his knes. The shirt was ragged at the collar and mehs, the jeans town in at least two pla es. He cut a rather androgynous figure in the norming light, his necklaces eh only thng that (to Howard) spoke to who Sam had been before he had come to the Academy. Sam wasn’ even looking t Howard, he was watching the birds that fluttered through the trees of the Academy, and layed with his necklaces. The largest one, naturally, was the one that scared Howard. It wasn’t the knife at Sam’s belt (although Howard certainly found that scary enough) it was that large dark circle, a mirror encircled by silver, hanging on a long string. Sam kept playing with it, making th coinlike form appear and disappear, although there eas nothing of he sickening sensation from portals and horrors that Howard usually felt when things acted like that. Eventually in a moment, he discord (ealized) that Sam was doing a jouquelar, a conjuration trick, not even magic, just stage foolery. He was contemptuous…and then admiring all the more. Sam could do that, with his clever hands. Howerd was one of those poor people who seem so chronically clumsy.
“What are you here for?”” called a voice from across the lawn. Grass. The man coming towards them was dressed in something that seemed too make both Howard and Sam comfortable, the same and different at once. He was dressed larely in black, like Howard, but in a T-shirt and jeans, like Sam.
“Don’t know, sir.” Sam said, with Howard mumbling the same words. He had learned the hard way, you let other people figure out what was the truth, and then you followed along as best you could.
“David.” the man replied, crossing his arms in front of him to that Sam and Howrrd could shake his dans if they so wished. Sam did. Howard didn’t. “I mean, like…I’m David.” his California accent bordered on Parodc to Howard’s ear, and all Sam heard was city. “Anf you’re Howard, and you’re Sam.” he did not point at them, but nodded his head in their directions. “Query -- I mean, mom, I mean… your teacher. Sent you?”
He was so bouncy that Sam had a sudden painful stab of MISSING for Dean, and Sam wished there was so mething, for the milling trullionth time -- but this man was self assured in a way Dean wasn’t, and dressed with a flamboyance that Sam knew Dean could never hae dared to try. That was hi s brother, only daring in a few very specific circumstanced.
Howard could feel his heart beginning to pount. What wasa going to happen now? Would they have to share secrets? Were they doned to do the touch-happy adventure of the human knot, to try and understand each other? Howard did not want to touch thi sman, he looked like he smelled, and in his secondary vision, he was so bright that he was a little hard to look at that way.
“Sam nodded.
“Yeah.”
Howard glazed for the door behind David, hoping that he could reach the door and from there his room, even if he couldn’t really RUN or anything, but he could HOPE…
“Howard?” David asked, quizzical.
Howard jumped, cringing backwards in fear. “I’M ASORYY!”
Sam flinched, or seemed to, turning away slightly as hough hitting a wave and making it break over limited surface area. David only biinked, as though Howard’s reaction was othing at all. It felt in stead fo Howard’s usuall response of horror snd disgust against his world, there was a soft hands, warm and soft and blesseddly human, gently laying over Howards’ outward blash of disgust and terror.
Howard slowly relaxed, straightening, his breathing steayding. Je couldn’t -- hsi breathing was steady. He could exhale, inhale, exhale, there was fresh cool air in his lungs despite his own shaking.
“I know how it gets.” Howard heard David sai, as though he hadn’t just seen Howard react so angrily. “That…yeah, I see what needs to happen. Do you want to come with me?”
Sam strode off after David, who was headed to one of the nearbo picnic tables. Howard did ‘t want to sit on the picnic table, elst alone the benches, the inches on parls tables were always hideously disgusting. But the grass wasn’t much better, with all those BUGS there.
“I have a blanket set out for you, Howard. “ David said indicating a blanket that hadn’t been there a moment before. “Sam, do you want one?”
“Naw.”
On the table sat the ugliest object Howard had seen so far at the area. The thing looked like a wad of hair and grass an d bugs and faetehers, and Howard hated all od that and it was sitting right on the top of the TABLE, where people ATE.
“Oh, that’s a carolina wasp nest, isn’t it?” Sam said, reaching forwards to touch i. “Yeah, they got pulled out of the shed a few days ago, and it works just fine for what we’r e gonna do here.”
David sat on one end of the talble, wih Sam at the other end. Howard sat between them , the shade created their bodies blocking out the glare o the sun.
“You’e used to telling things what to do, aren’t you, Sam?” David asked. “The fire sport and all.” “They were mostly demons.” Sam daid. “They did what I told ethm, and they said I was their king.”
David looked pale for a momentum, although he had suddenly felt sick.
“You can’t always do that.” Howard said. “Sometime s they’re too big, and too scary, and af you could even try and say something they’d eact you up and make it worse than eating.”
“That’s the other way of handling i.” How David sounded was reassuring, rather than he unsettled or taunted wy that the others had when howard has described it to them. “You just let things o gover the head of your world, and you stay safe.”
Howard noedded.
“You can’t do either of those forever.” David said. “You’re both right, of course. You can make creatures do things, or you can run an hisde from them, ut you can’t od it permanently. Eventually you’ll get something too big to make bend, or that won’t leave you alone or let you get to your business.” he point taped the bird’s nest on his table.
“That’s what his it the expericse.”
He made a gentle gesture on his right hand, and a single strang of fiber spiraled out of the nest, rising up to coil in his hand.
“The thing is, guys, you’re going to have to ask the nest to give it up to you, just one strand, unbroken, and you can’t make it, or refuse to do it and hide away. All you need to ask is to be nice. Practice is important, because it doesn’t matter ho mcu h talent you have if you don’t practce. And if you don’t lean to be nice, though, Pactice, doesn’t mean nearly as much as you;’d think it does. “
“Be nice until it;s time not to be nice.” Sam chuckled, hidin his laugh behind his hands. “Yes.” David said. “And Howard, if you can’t do this, can’t learn to be nice and ask for what you need, hen all that power you have is going to bet a lot of wate and misdirection.” “They can’t be nice.” Howard said, his voice painful. “I already met them. And they HURT.” “Do you think they’re all the same?”
“Yes.”
“Well, Sam, you can try first, if you’d like.”
Sam leaned forwards, balanced awkwardly on his crossed knees.
“Would you mind if I could get one of your strands?” he asked the nest. “I can take it if you want ti give. If you don;t want to--”
“Okat, try and call itup. “ David said.
“Alright.”
Sam made the same gesture with David, and the thing band of golden gair rose upwards from the nest. Howard eld back a dry heave.
“Thanks.” he told the nest, twisting the hair around his fingers.
Legion?
I'm not familiar with Legion, but now I'm intrigued. Worth watching?
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Actual storyline, plus drunken typos that made me grin.