Five Things Meme

[zan]

In honor of my betters (technosage, just_katarin, and meinterrupted), I present you with the Five Things meme.

You post a topic, list, category, whatever, in my comments section. (examples: "Five songs that make Dean think of Sam", or "Five times Sam wanted to kiss Dean but didn't" or "Dick's five favorite memories of Bruce"). Then, in a separate post, I'll post the answers to your Top 5 ideas, according to me. Serious or fun!

Topics open: SPN, NCIS, SG-1, Atlantis, Heroes, BtVS, Anita Blake, Merry Gentry, Harry Dresden.

If there's something else you want that you think I might write in, let me know and I'll consider it.

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[genaschuyler.livejournal.com]

Park Two - Dean/Merry (Merry Gentry)

“I hate leaving beautiful women sitting alone looking so sad,” Dean said, sitting down. “Dean.”

“Merry,” she said, giving a slight smile. “And I’m not alone.”

“No?” he replied, obviously not bothered. He looked around. “I don’t see anyone.”

Merry hid a smile and looked out at the dance floor. Galen was making a fool of himself, but that wasn’t new and Rhys looked like he was having the time of his life. She didn’t know where the rest of her men were, but that wasn’t new. She knew they were keeping an eye on her. Keeping her safe.

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked, nodding at the floor. She just shook her head, her eyes catching the lack of substance that was probably Doyle. He was the only one that she knew that seemed to suck color and light in and leave a hole where he should be.

“I can’t. I’m on a—“ She stopped herself, but he didn’t act as if anything was wrong with the statement.

“It’s fine. I’ve had the same thing happen to me. Far too often.” At this, she looked at him again and followed his gaze. He’s looking at the dance floor, too. Looking at something. Someone. Lover? Best friend?

“My brother,” he said in response to her unasked question. There was more – and less – in that word than Merry wanted to read into. He snorted at himself and looked back at her. “So. Let’s go for something cheesy. What’s a girl like you doing in a club like this?”

“Leaving.” It was only because she’d gotten used to the unexpected, booming voice that she didn’t jump. Oddly enough, neither did Dean.

“Doyle,” she said, looking up at him. “Time?”

“Yes, Princess.” She saw Dean’s eyes widen, but she ignored him, looking for everyone else.

“I hope this…gentleman…isn’t bothering you,” Frost said from behind Dean. There was a threat in that voice and, as she turned back to the steadily growing crowd of her men, she saw Dean’s spine stiffen.

“No of course not, Frost. He’s just been telling me about his brother.”

“Telling stories about me, again, Dean?” With those words, from a voice somewhere behind Rhys and Galen, Dean relaxed.

“Of course I am, Sammie. The only way I can get a girl is to ride on your coattails.”

There was a sudden menace in the air, but Dean just ignored it and reached for her hand. She gave it to him and grinned as his lips brushed her knuckles. He slid off the bench and gave her a bow. “Princess,” he said, laughter in his eyes. “I seem to be delaying your departure. Allow me to depart so that your…guards…can take better care of you than I could.”

It forced a laugh from her, but she composed her face quickly and gave him a regal nod. “I’m sure you’d do a fine job. Therefore, I put your brother in your charge.”

His eyes hardened and he gave a short nod just as a hand managed to worm its way through Galen and Nicca and grab Dean. She heard muttered exclamations coming from the pair of them as Sammie dragged Dean away. Something about fey and princesses and the Queen’s Darkness.

The last thing she saw before her attention turned back to the task at hand was Dean’s grin, just before he was pulled out of the club.

[technosage.livejournal.com]

This is very well done. I like your emo!Merry and growly Doyle and everyone threatening to give Dean the beatdown and Sammy to the rescue.

I *love* Sammy to the rescue. *grin*