Title: Alphabet Prompts - Master Post
Pairing: *deep breath* George/Alex (Grey's Anatomy), Mark/Derek (Grey's Anatomy), Jack/Ianto (Torchwood), Jack/Owen (Torchwood), Owen/Ianto (Torchwood), Spike/Angel (Angel), Spike/Wesley (Angel), Angel/Wesley (Angel), Gibbs/Tony (NCIS), Tim/Tony (NCIS), Gibbs/Tim (NCIS), Munch/Fin (Law & Order: SVU), Mark/Roger (RENT), Maureen/Joanne (RENT), and some general ones.
Word Count: 4,225
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete
Note: To all of you that are on multiple comms that I'm x-posting to, I am so sorry for spamming your flists!!
Summary: The master post. Take a look and see what you can find.


A is for affectionate, RENT, Mark/Roger
They were used to the insults, the slurs that people would send their way when they kissed on a sidewalk or when Roger would slide his hand into his back pocket. They couldn’t say it didn’t bother them sometimes, but they didn’t let it get to them.
Mark was fairly certain that Roger waited for those comments, just so he could kiss him hard, right in front of whoever had opened their mouth.
Back in Scarsdale he would have blushed and whispered something to his partner about keeping the shows of affection for home, but here and now, he didn’t. He wasn’t going to have forever with Roger, he might not even have next year.
He needed to fit in every kiss and caress he could.


B is for blanket, Torchwood, Ianto/Owen
He was bloody well freezing. Himalayas? Saxon couldn’t have sent them somewhere warm?
Shivering, he curled into a ball on his rickety village-provided bed, pulling the blanket closer around him, and groaned when all that did was put his knees into an uncomfortable position below his chin. He stretched out, glaring at his slumbering bunkmate. Stupid teaboy was sleeping like a baby.
He could almost feel the warmth of the light bulb going off above his head. Teaboy had another blanket. Two blankets and two bodies meant more warmth. Completely professional, nothing desirable about it. He was sure the girls were doing it over in their room. He was just cold. It had nothing do to with the street clothes Teaboy had taken to wearing in place of his suits and how his jeans were too damn tight to be comfortable when they were climbing up a mountain. Nope. Not at all.
Resolved, he rose from his bed, clutching his blankets to him and pushed Ianto to the side so he could climb in. He settled against the taller man’s sweater clad chest, already feeling warmer when he felt something poke into his thigh. He frowned, shoving his hand into the other man’s pants pocket, and pulled out...a rock.
A warm rock.
That bloody bastard! He brought the heating stone from the archives!
He scowled, shoving it into his own pocket as he settled back against Ianto’s chest. “Cheater.”


C is for corporate greed, Torchwood, Anyone
Jack was always in a foul mood when he had to go to a UNIT conference and in an even worse one when he came back. Three days of listening to officials he didn’t respect as they picked apart every action and charge to the budget.
Jack never understood why UNIT would never accept the charges for whatever sex toy he stumbled upon.
Ianto never seemed to mind them.
Though he did have a habit of mentioning he’d charged it to the Torchwood account when Ianto was otherwise occupied.
He was sure Ianto wouldn’t mind though, not if those moans meant anything.


D is for diamonds, Law & Order: SVU, Anyone
Fin looked up from his birthday gift, meeting John’s eyes as he pulled the necklace from the box. “John, you realize that diamonds are a girl’s best friend, right?”
John knew he meant it as a joke and scowled half-hearted at his partner. “Just shut up and say ‘thank you’, Fin.”
“Can’t shut up and thank you at the same time,” Fin said with a smirk, fingers playing with the diamond eyes of the onyx dragon pendant.
Cragen had to break up their paper wad fight five minutes later.


E is for enigmatic, Torchwood, Ianto/Owen
Owen didn’t know what Ianto was thinking half the time.
Honestly, sometimes he wasn’t sure if he wanted to.
He was a light sleeper, always had been. He always had to be there at the first ring at of a phone or pager, people to help, lives to save.
But he couldn’t do a God damn thing when quiet whimpers would wake him in the middle of the night.
Ianto didn’t thrash in his nightmares, didn’t shout at figures that were only in his head. He suffered in as much silence as his sleep-fogged mind could accomplish. And really, it scared Owen more than he liked.
He never asked what the nightmares were about and Ianto never offered answers. He’d wake up in the morning, blue eyes darker than they had been the night before and they seemed to keep getting darker as the nights went on. Part of Owen was sure one day they’d wake up and those blue eyes will have turned black.
He let Ianto keep that mystery about him for a while until the darkness of his eyes was finally too much.
He pulled the cleaner dampened cloth from Ianto’s hand as the younger man cleaned the kitchen one morning, dragged him into the living room and pulled him onto the couch. “The dreams. Tell me.”
Ianto talked for hours and Owen listened.
He still had a nightmare that night, but when he woke up, wrapped in Owen’s arms, his eyes didn’t look any darker.


F is for first kiss, Angel, Angel/Wesley
His heart would be pounding if he were alive, would be pounding and hammering, threatening to burst from his ribcage. But it was still, long stalled and doing nothing to portray the panic he was feeling as he pulled Wesley from the water.
“Wesley, come on,” he demanded, hair dripping wet, “You aren’t dying like this. Breathe.”
He didn’t and a second later, Angel’s lips were covering his. Angel tore away a second later, cursing as he realized that though his shoulders would move as if breathing, his lungs had stopped working a long time ago.
He closed his eyes, breathing deep and trying to remember just what it felt like to have air come into his lungs. Wesley wasn’t dying and no one else was here. He had to do this.
He covered Wesley’s lips again, practically shouting in relief when he felt air rush past his teeth and down Wesley’s airway. Pulling back, he applied the compressions before returning to add more air.
And then Wesley was coughing water into his mouth.
Thank God.


G is for gloating, Angel, Angel/Spike
“Don’t forget who beat you getting to that cup,” Spike singsonged as they patrolled the sewers below Los Angeles, “Should just let me lead.”
Angel grit his teeth as Spike went on. His fists clenched and he could swear he heard the wood of the stake groan against the force.
There had only been one vampire that night, most of them realizing the upcoming apocalypse and hightailing it from the city. It was a waste of time to be down here, but it needed to be done.
Angelus was angry inside him, growling at the cocky Childe. One fight, he’d lost one fight for a cup of Mountain Dew.
“Can’t handle being the leader, eh?”
And he snapped, throwing the stake to the side as he spun on Spike, throwing the smaller vampire against the wall of the tunnel and smashing his lips against Spike’s in a bruising kiss. He growled, breaking away from the kiss and shoving his hand into Spike’s pants as he bit into the blonde’s neck.
He’d show Spike who was boss.


H is for holding hands, NCIS, Tony/Tim
He was shaking, shaking and gasping as he lay in the hospital bed, bathed in blue lights. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even see straight. His head was pounding, his nose was running, and God damn it, if he could just get his airway clear, that would be great.
How much longer was he supposed to do this? The virus was dead, died long ago, but he wasn’t getting better. When his vision was clear enough, he could see the silent looks between Brad and Emma. They didn’t think he was going to make it and, to be honest, neither did he.
He almost couldn’t feel the hand suddenly surrounding his, squeezing with a strength he couldn’t even muster anymore. A Probie shaped blob smiled down at him, settling into the ugly, deformed chair beside his bed.
The doctors told him the next morning that he’d slept straight through the night.


I is for inconspicuous, Law & Order: SVU, Munch/Fin
Olivia looked up from her paperwork, lips twitching in a smile as she watched Fin and Munch across the bullpen. It was a slow day, thank God, and they’d really just been spending the day catching up on the mountains of paperwork that always seemed to pile up.
Munch and Fin were standing shoulder to shoulder by the window, staring out at the thunder storm as they spoke about something she couldn’t hear.
“Do they really think we can’t tell?” Elliot asked, pulling her attention away from her coworkers. His question made her smile and she laughed softly. “I thought Fin was supposed to be experienced in undercover.”
“Maybe his skills are only in Narcotics,” she joked.
Eliot snorted back a laugh, covering his chuckle when Munch laid a hand on Fin’s back that was just a bit too far down for friends. “I’m seeing why we never send Munch undercover.”
“You think Cragen knows?”
“Oh, he knows.”
Olivia and Elliot jumped as Cragen appeared behind them, both flushing a bit as they felt like two children caught telling a secret.
Olivia coughed, trying to clear the awkwardness. “Should we tell them we know?”
“Nah,” Cragen replied, “I think they’ve made a game out of it.”
Olivia snorted into her coffee as Elliot groaned, both of their minds going to the same exact place. Cragen groaned a second later as his mind caught up to his words.
They’d been working here entirely too long.


J is for jealousy, Torchwood, Jack/Owen
He slept with Ianto when Jack was gone. Just once, rushed and hard down in the vaults and they didn’t talk about it after it happened.
Jack had figured it out within a week of being back, came up to him, grinning from ear to ear as he leaned into him and quipped, “Making your way around the place, huh? Gwen, Ianto, me by association.”
He probably would have said more, but his mouth was covered a second later. They were alone as he shoved Jack against the autopsy table and his mind was anywhere but the CCTV footage when Jack lifted him up and climbed on top of him.
If he was going to have Jack down on his list of People Screwed, he wasn’t going to have it in some pansy way of ‘by association’.


K is for kinky, Angel, Spike/Wesley
Wesley was fairly certain he hadn’t been like this before he came to the States. He’d never had any desire to even contemplate what it would feel like. But things seemed to have changed.
He gasped, head thrown back as Spike slid sharp teeth down his chest. His back arched and he moaned, loud, when he felt a fang pierce his skin. He shuddered as Spike chuckled low in his throat and licked the tiny spot of blood away.
The teeth were back in a second and he could feel the bumps of Spike’s game face against his skin as fangs sunk into the inside of his thigh.
“Oh, God!”
“No God here,” Spike grunted against his thigh.
Oh, but it was the sweetest hell.


L is for late, Grey's Anatomy, Derek/Mark
“Derek, I’m late.”
“You can’t get pregnant, Mark,” Derek slurred, still half asleep as he watched Mark rush through the room with one squinted eye.
Mark glared at him, pulling his head through his shirt. “Work, Derek. I’m late for work. You know, that big place with patients and smells like antiseptic.”
Derek nodded. “Good.”
“Good?”
“You’d look funny pregnant,” Derek said, sinking into the pillows.
Mark stopped in his mad dash around the room, blinking slowly. “Derek, you realize that you’re late, too?”
Derek was up in a second. “Shit!”


M is for music, NCIS, Tony/Tim
Three hours.
They’d been stuck in this stupid elevator for three hours with that God awful elevator music playing. Really, give them a reason for it.
Gibbs, probably. This hell hadn’t been added until Vance noticed how much Gibbs used the elevator for conferences.
“I’m going to go insane,” Tony groaned, banging his head back against the wall as the song looped for the thirty-eighth time.
“Could be worse,” Tim shrugged, sliding down to sit beside Tony.
“How could it be worse, Probie?” Tony snapped.
“You could be stuck in here with Ziva.”
Tony froze, and then shivered. “She’d kill me.”
Tim laughed, patting Tony’s knee. “They’ll have it fixed soon.”
“And until then?” Tony asked before pausing and smirking, “Actually…scratch that. I have the perfect idea.”
“Wh—oof!”
Well, that works.


N is for neighbors, RENT, Maureen/Joanne
Maureen was a screamer.
She wasn’t like the quiet lovers Joanne had had in the past. She didn’t make quiet moans and whimpers. There weren’t whispered words.
Not with Maureen.
Maureen vocalized her pleasure for all to hear, moans and curses echoing off the walls of their apartment when the performer would wake her up for sex at two in the morning. She didn’t hold back, wasn’t shy about telling Joanne just how good she made her feel.
Their neighbors probably didn’t appreciate it.
Joanne loved them, though, could still hear those echoes bouncing off the ceiling afterward as they drifted back to sleep.


O is for overwhelmed, Tony/Gibbs
Tony was gasping under him, body shuddering under Gibbs’ touch. His eyes clenched closed, hand flailing as it searched for something to hold. It found Gibbs’ and held on tight, squeezing and loosening before squeezing again.
Gibbs kissed his forehead before he lifted off of Tony, keeping hold of the smaller man’s hand as he settled himself in a sitting position beside him. He waited for Tony turn onto his stomach and bury his face in his lap as his fingers threaded through brown hair and he closed his eyes.
He listened as the gasps turned into heart wrenching sobs, listened as the sounds echoed off the walls.
The anniversary of Kate’s death was hard on all of them.


P is for penguins, NCIS, Anyone
Abby and Ziva couldn’t help the snorted giggles as they entered the hall and saw Gibbs, Tony, and McGee in their tuxes. Gibbs had a hand in a pocket, well used to the wear of the outfit from his marriages. Tony didn’t look too phased, probably mentally comparing himself to James Bond and using his Sean Connery voice.
But poor McGee. He looked so uncomfortable, fingers pulling at the bowtie, legs in a constant dance from foot to foot as he fidgeted. Gibbs fixed him with a glare, probably not the first of the night and he froze. The dance began again after Gibbs looked away.
Abby stifled her giggles, gliding up to McGee and pulled him onto the dance floor. At least there the dancing wouldn’t look quite as awkward.
Ziva shook her head, joining Gibbs and Tony as they stood to the side. She caught the tail end of their conversation, something about Tony needing a landlord that would actually fix things, before she reached them. Gibbs nodded at her, eyes catching Ducky across the room before he left.
Tony smiled at her, leaning back against the wall.
She smiled back, eyeing him a little closer.
“Like what you see, Zee-vah?”
“You look like a penguin.”
Tony grinned. “A sexy penguin.”


Q is for quiz, Angel, Spike/Angel
“Pop quiz,” Angel said, rolling on top of Spike and rousing him from his sleep.
“Wh’ th’ fuck?” Spike mumbled, eyes snapping open when he felt Angel’s lips on the skin behind his ear. He groaned as Angel blew softly on the wet skin.
“Pop quiz,” he repeated, “Name That Bone.”
“Thought you were waking me up for sex,” Spike complained, trying to roll onto his side, but unable to push off Angel’s weight.
Angel shook his head, kissing the bone just beside the hollow of Spike’s throat. “Name?”
“Not playing,” Spike murmured, moaning low in his throat when Angel nipped the skin.
“Playing now?”
“Mm, clavicle.”
“Very good.” Angel kissed down Spike’s arm. “Bone?”
“Ulna.”
He kissed down Spike’s chest. “Bone?” he asked, slipping his hand between Spike’s legs.
“Dick,” Spike cursed, thrusting against him.
“Not there yet,” he chuckled, “Bone?”
Spike almost whimpered.


R is for recession, RENT, Anyone
Money was tight, always was with them, but as the prices continued to skyrocket and their supply of money began to dwindle, things got hard. The ATMs Collins had wired were of no use to them anymore now that they’d all been replaced with newer ones. Benny turned off their heat again.
Mark shivered against the cold, watching as Roger curled up on the duck taped couch, looking even thinner than he had yesterday. He looked paler, too.
They needed money. Roger hadn’t been able to book a gig with anyone in over a month. Bars and clubs wanted bands, not a one man show. He hadn’t sold a film since No Day But Today and even that hadn’t sold for much.
He sighed, fingers tightening around the chipped coffee cup as Roger sneezed once and made his decision. He’d go back to Buzzline, beg for his job, grovel if he had to.
They needed the money, even if it meant selling his soul.
Roger needed heat and food if he was going to stay healthy and Mark wasn’t going to let the sleaziness of Buzzline keep him from making sure Roger lived another day.


S is for success, NCIS, Tony/Gibbs
He got Gibbs out safe.
That was all that mattered as he pressed against Gibbs’ bare chest that night. He’d gotten Gibbs out safe and no one had had to die. So he’d had to use a movie to give him the idea of looping the video feed while they got the kids to safety and got to the bad guys.
Gibbs was safe.
He was here and he was in one piece.
Tony closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of wood and coffee as he felt Gibbs’ arm tighten in its grip around his waist. He rested his chin atop Gibbs’ heart, eyes blinking open to meet his lover’s.
Gibbs kissed him, pushing him down as he moved to straddle his waist.
He knew Gibbs wouldn’t lay there singing his praises. He’d done his job and got everyone out alive, he took control as Senior Field Agent when Gibbs let himself become a hostage.
But Gibbs was safe now, he was home and Tony was in his bed, lashes fluttering as lips trailed down his body.
Good day.


T is for talented, Law & Order: SVU, Munch/Fin
It was always amusing for John to watch Fin when he went undercover. This whole other side of Fin would come out, a glint in his eyes that wasn’t normally there. He had fun with it. And he was good.
But even though he’d have his fun being someone else, the end was always the hardest. He was quiet after coming back, always was. He’d barely speak and it was impossible to get him to crack a joke or a smile of any kind.
So they’d just lie in John’s bed—always John’s since it was bigger—while he kept one arm secure around Fin, grounding him until he could ground himself.


U is for us, Grey's Anatomy, George/Alex
“What are we, Alex?”
It was a valid question. They’d been having sex for four months and, sure, having sex didn’t mean everything, especially not at Seattle Grace, it had to mean something that they weren’t screwing then leaving, right? Right? They’d taken each other home, his more than Alex’s so the girls wouldn’t ask questions, and they actually spent the nights together.
He could feel Alex’s fingers tangled in his hair, unmoving now that he’d drifted off to sleep. He didn’t want to wake Alex, but he needed to know.
“Hm?” came Alex’s sleepy reply as he shifted below George.
“What are we?”
“You woke me up to ask me that?” Alex grunted, pulling George in for a kiss when he saw the other man’s blush, “We’re us, George.”
“So there’s an us?” George asked, trying to hide his smile.
“Go to sleep, George.”


V is for Valentine's Day, RENT, Mark/Roger
They weren’t like other couples. They didn’t spend their Valentine’s Day sitting in front of a cozy fire, sharing chocolate covered strawberries.
They had a metal garbage can, burning old scripts that Mark had long since abandoned and they each had their own bowls of Captain Crunch. And though they shared a blanket, it was more for warmth than romance.
Mark rested comfortably against Roger’s chest, his head fallen back against a leather clad shoulder as he felt the thu-thump of Roger’s heart against his back.
They didn’t make promises for next year, because they didn’t know if they’d have it. They’d already lost Angel and Mimi. Life was too unpredictable to make plans for next year, not in a life like theirs.
Roger began to hum what Mark immediately recognized as the tune for “Musetta's Waltz” and he smiled, fingers trailing along his camera.


W is for weathered, NCIS, Gibbs/Tim
He was crying in a stairwell when Gibbs found him, his suit wrinkled and damp from the tears that dripped off his chin. He looked up at Gibbs, wiping his eyes as he tried to erase any evidence of the tears. He could feel his cheeks burning.
Gibbs wouldn’t cry.
Tim scowled at himself, telling himself that he got off easy. He was only being moved to Cyber Crimes. Tony and Ziva were leaving, Gibbs was getting a new team.
Gibbs sat beside him, looking older than Tim had ever seen. His eyes were dull, tired, and he could see wrinkles that he knew hadn’t been there before…before the Director died.
He clenched his eyes shut to fend off the next wave that he knew wanted to come rushing out. His eyes popped open as he felt a hand rest on the back of his neck, giving a soft squeeze. Wide eyes landed on Gibbs, staring at the man who kept his own eyes straight.
“Boss?”
“Never be ashamed of tears, Tim,” Gibbs said. His own voice sounded rough.
He could have sworn he saw Gibbs’ lashes start to glisten.


X is for Xander, Angel, Spike/Angel
There weren’t heart monitors beeping that reassuring beep. In fact, had they been on, they would have been giving that long shriek.
Spike’s heart hadn’t beaten in over a century.
That beeping would have perfected the scene, though, would have perfected image of his Childe, small and frail in the hospital bed while he sat in the chair, clutching a limp hand.
Spike would wake up in his own time, his body needed time to heal from the damage.
Angel closed his eyes against the memories of finding Spike lying unconscious almost in the light of the rising sun. He’d dashed for the smaller vampire that had been missing for over two months, grabbed him and pulled him into the safety of the shadows.
He almost jumped as Spike’s fingers tightened around his.
“Wh’ happen’d?” Spike slurred, eyes barely open a sliver. “How’d y’find me?”
“Xander,” he said, knowing Spike was too far gone to be able to listen to the explanation of how Xander had found him.
Spike made a grunt of acknowledgement, eyes slipping closed again. “One tha’ sees.”
“Sleep, William.”
He kissed Spike’s forehead, listening as the needless breathes evened out.


Y is for yoyo, NCIS, Tony/Anyone
Gibbs didn’t really get why Tony would stare at that damn yoyo like that. It was nothing more than cheap blue plastic and weak string. Nothing special, but DiNozzo carried it with him every day, would stroke the deformed plastic like it was a block of gold.
He didn’t get it.
“Do you remember where it came from?” Tony asked when he finally asked just what was so special about that damn toy.
“Yeah,” he replied, remembering Tony’s first birthday with him. Abby had dragged them and Ducky to the movies, followed with a trip to the arcade. He’d won it in a twenty-five cent claw game and tossed it to Tony for no reason at all.
Tony smiled, leaning into his chest as his fingers continued to stroke the yoyo. “It was the first thing you gave me.”


Z is for zoo, Grey's Anatomy, anyone
Amelia squealed, pointing and laughing as George’s head was assaulted by an ostrich. “Papa! Look at Daddy!”
Alex laughed, hefting Amelia a bit higher on his hip as George darted away from the bird, rubbing his head. “Daddy got pecked.”
Amelia giggled.
“Who are you giggling at?” George asked, smiling as he took the four year old from Alex.
“You, Daddy!”
“Me?”
“Uh-huh!”
Alex shook his head, already knowing that George was never going to want to go to the zoo again, but also knowing if Amelia asked neither of them would be able to say no.
George put Amelia down, letting her run the three feet to the balloon man, two dollars in hand. “I got pecked by a bird.”
“I saw.”
“I’d rather be pecked by my husband.”
Alex smiled. “I think I can do that.”