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callowyn: Not Such As I Was, a Supernatural/Inception...

moragmacpherson — Sun, 27 Jan 2013 19:41:45 -0600

Not Such As I Was, a Supernatural/Inception crossover verse by moragmacpherson

When Sam signs up for a sleep study during his first week at Stanford, he has no idea that his hyperrealistic subconscious is about to revolutionize the fledgeling study of dreamshare—though the fact that he falls hard for his snarky and impeccably-dressed recruiter, that he probably should have seen coming.

But Arthur leaves, and Dean comes back, and then Sam is back in the family business without ever properly saying goodbye. The two keep crossing paths, and the spark is still there, but Sam promised to keep Arthur safe and the last thing either of them need is the conversation about what exactly Sam’s family does. When Sam finds out about Eames, he can almost convince himself he’s happy for them.

Then Sam comes back from Hell with two centuries of nightmare fuel and a wall that won’t stay up, and he only knows one person he can turn to.

“Harris. Harris. Harris!” Zucker shook his head; his...

moragmacpherson — Fri, 07 Dec 2012 12:01:03 -0600

“Harris. Harris. Harris!” Zucker shook his head; his captain had said the asshole was coming out of the Funny Platoon but as far as he could tell this operator was out of the funny farm. He rolled his eyes and hissed, “You planning on joining your squad’s mission today, Arthur!”

The kid blinked awake. “Sir?” he said, eyes barely opening then drifting back shut.

Lieutenant Zucker sighed and leaned down. “All you fucking do is sleep, Private Harris.” He’d known the paperwork was bullshit but the damn Deltas were at least supposed to keep track of their own aliases. He looked the kid over, not quite able to believe this shithead effectively outranked him. “It can’t have been that long since basic, so I shouldn’t have to remind you that so long as you are attached to my platoon, you will do right by the uniform you’re wearing and stay awake during your mission briefing like every other soldier under my command.”

Arthur stood at attention, shouted, “Sir, yes sir,” then snapped off a perfect salute.

Zucker made a point of riding the boy’s ass all month. That didn’t stop Arthur whatever-his-real-name-was from falling asleep any time they stopped for more than two minutes. But that didn’t keep Zucker from noticing that while awake Arthur quietly reconnoitered twice as much ground as the rest of the squad and hisconfirmedkill count doubled that of his entire fire team.

What disturbed Zucker was the asshole’s freakish sense of timing. The weasel would wander off into the caves, plant signal beacons and phone over to the One-oh-Worst on his own, and by the time Zucker finished signing off on the immaculate paperwork authorizing the strikes, the Chickens would be overhead and Arthur’d be curled up and snoring through it on whatever flat surface happened to be available.

To be fair, Arthur was pretty damn useful. But there was something irritating about Harris, particularly for his Sergeant, currently sporting a broken nose. Yet somehow Arthur’s cuffed hands still made it look like the mujahideen were running nail salons down in the caves. “And your grounds for assaulting your squad leader were?”

“I did not assault Sergeant Mayes, the Sergeant injured himself while I prevented him from committing an act of treason, sir.”

Zucker slanted a glance at Mayes. “Sergeant?”

“I ordered Sleeping Beauty to tell me why his dreams take priority over morning PT, sir.”

Christ. But before Lieutenant Zucker could open his mouth, he was interrupted by a phone call. By the time it was over, Arthur had drifted off again and Mayes looked like he was ready to go for another round. “Better hold off, Larry, just go get that straightened out.”

“Why?”

“Because Harris’ dreams actually are classified,” said Zucker, still not quite believing the words. Mayes stormed off swearing, which Zucker allowed because Mayes was a good soldier who deserved better than this.

As soon as the door shut, Arthur tossed the cuffs onto Zucker’s desk; for once, he’d actually been faking it. “I told him not to ask, sir,” he said, and if he weren’t a weasel fucking Delta, Zucker might almost think he sounded apologetic.

Zucker sat down, trying to forget the entire incident as quickly as possible “Knowing Mayes, he was probably trying to get you to tell something else entirely.” Arthur’s face betrayed nothing “But I’m no fool, and I’m not asking you to tell me anything.” Still no reaction. “I just hope they’re worth it.”

No hesitation. “They are, sir.”

“Harris, I said I didn’t want to know.” He buried his head in mission reports and waved Arthur off. “Soldier, dismissed.”

Dean's Projection of Arthur

moragmacpherson — Wed, 05 Dec 2012 01:55:29 -0600

immortal-whispers:

… possibly a little light in the loafers, definitely a dick.

… As Arthur learns, time and time again.

moragmacpherson — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 14:44:20 -0600

… As Arthur learns, time and time again.

“Arthur, you know I love your hair, but the clients will never take you seriously like...

moragmacpherson — Sat, 10 Mar 2012 06:00:05 -0600

“Arthur, you know I love your hair, but the clients will never take you seriously like that.”
“What about yours?”
“I’m the builder, I’m supposed to look like a mad scientist in training.”

“Arthur, are you sure Sam’s not having jealousy...

moragmacpherson — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 20:58:55 -0600

“Arthur, are you sure Sam’s not having jealousy issues?”

“Yes, Eames, he and I had a long talk. It’s fine. Why do you ask?”

Eames scratches the back of his neck. “Well, it’s just, anytime he dreams up the outside of the salvage yard. I just get the feeling that he might still be a little sore.”

Everything’s out of order. First, Brody buys him the pink...

moragmacpherson — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 18:00:05 -0600

Everything’s out of order. First, Brody buys him the pink t-shirt and Sam laughs until Brady dares him to wear it. Sam knows exactly what Brady’s trying to announce and it’s sort of true but sort of isn’t, but the part that isn’t left, didn’t he?

“One hell of a two year bender,” says Sam as he pulls the shirt over his black t-shirt of mourning. Just covering things up. Not changing; not yet. Brody gives him five and a beer and he’s giving Sam a hopeful smile as the doorbell rings.

Then Sam gets drunk enough to ask Jess out on her birthday.

(via jennycockles, jeric-kripke)

Hot Chick at the door seems almost as surprised by Dean as he is...

moragmacpherson — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 12:00:05 -0600

Hot Chick at the door seems almost as surprised by Dean as he is by her. “Dean Winchester, I presume,” she says, revealing herself to be Hot Snooty French Chick.

“Yeah, that’s me.” says Dean, blocking the door. “Listen, we appreciate you coming by, but Sam’s not seeing—”

“Mal? Is that you?” Sam calls from the bed. When Dean lets the woman—Mal— push past him, Sam cracks the first smile Dean’s seen since before the fire.

Arthur doesn’t see a single basket all night.

moragmacpherson — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 06:00:05 -0600

Arthur doesn’t see a single basket all night.

September 14, 1995

moragmacpherson — Fri, 09 Mar 2012 02:11:00 -0600

So this is the shipping container that had been red-flagged and set aside.

Grimsby Port had to be completely evacuated. When the hazardous materials and bomb squads agreed they could open the door, this is what they found:

48,000 spools of four-ply waxed slate grey thread, to be exact. The cost of shutting down Grimsby Port for two days was estimated to be in the high seven-figures.

Meanwhile, in Lowestofte Port, an identical container with identical contents passed through customs without remark; so much so that the final destination and purchaser of the container were forever lost in the paperwork. The fate of the container, and its contents, remains a mystery.

Arthur braces for the shot even as he turns towards the projection. Not again, he thinks before the...

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 18:00:05 -0600

Arthur braces for the shot even as he turns towards the projection. Not again, he thinks before the bullet slams into his forehead.

If Sam’s brother ever makes the mistake of showing up in real life, Arthur’s going to kick Dean’s ass just on principle.

Arthur’s official orders are to ensure Sam’s security. His assignment is to protect a...

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 16:49:59 -0600

Arthur’s official orders are to ensure Sam’s security. His assignment is to protect a vital government asset: the kid whose dreams feel real. What’s more— if Sam ever tries to run, to sell his talents elsewhere— Arthur’s supposed to be the one who brings him to ground. Arthur’s not supposed to take advantage of the teen-aged civilian in his charge.

He watches Sam pour himself a bowl of cereal the morning after their first fuck and Arthur regrets nothing.

These rules can be followed

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 16:40:00 -0600

First: thank you. You’re interested and therefore awesome.

Second: If it’s Sam Winchester/Arthur, it’s encouraged. If it fits Eames into the love triangle, it is pounced upon. If you have any idea what Saito’s Limbo-strained mind is going to think of Dick Roman — send it in!

Bonus but not required: If you’re at a loss or just curious about how to get these two crazy kids together, you can check out existing “Not Such As I Was” stories or the timeline first.

Next: submissions illustrating, elaborating, or adding new ideas about any thing (character, objects, locations, feelings, events) in the existing Not Such time line will be accepted*, and tagged as ‘Not Such’ or ‘AU’ as appropriate. While we’re on the subject: all other tags — characters, pairings, time frame, extra foot-note-like-danglers — should be included with the submission.

*With one exception: The Thing That Eames Did That Landed Him in the Service. You may allude to things rumored to be included in The Thing, but NO ONE will ever be able to Explain The Whole Thing. Not even Balthazar. No, Balthazar hasn’t a clue what went on there.

Were we numbering? - Ply your craft, whatever it may be. If you like captioning, go forth; if you like fic-let-ing, have at it; if you do art, please help us; if you’re ambitious, we’re damned glad to have you.

Memes sometimes happen. If you submit a great thing that gets resubmitted with new material, be flattered. Along that line: give credit; reblog rather than repost when possible.

Please, don’t ship/character/person/canon/fanon bash, all of which falls under the greatest law of all…Wheaton’s Law: Don’t be a dick. Let’s all have fun. And the BB dimple faces will multiply.

So, now that you’ve got all sorts of ideas to contribute: members select “post to: Project Lavoisier Has…” in the upper right corner of the entry editing page; non-members can submit here. And remember, the ask box is always open for new members, questions, comments, and occasional breakdowns into incoherent keysmash.

Last: thank you again, everyone, but especially the girls at Novakcest, whose guidelines I pretty much lifted whole cloth.

A few months after he stops using Somnacin, Sam starts dreaming again. He isn’t surprised...

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 11:05:05 -0600

A few months after he stops using Somnacin, Sam starts dreaming again. He isn’t surprised that his first dreams are about Arthur. But, pulling Jess closer, Sam does feel just a little guilty.

The Reaper at Cold Oak knew that Winchesters were often difficult jobs, so it took a form it knew...

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 07:42:00 -0600

The Reaper at Cold Oak knew that Winchesters were often difficult jobs, so it took a form it knew Sam would trust to lead him into the afterlife.

Arthur looks up and sees the health center referral, who’s...

moragmacpherson — Thu, 08 Mar 2012 05:00:00 -0600

Arthur looks up and sees the health center referral, who’s elected to slouch against the wall outside his office door rather than knock. It’s then that Arthur realizes that after three mostly painless years, DADT has shown up to kick him in the teeth.

After the whole Croatoan virus-thing, after Dean’s...

moragmacpherson — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 18:02:00 -0600

After the whole Croatoan virus-thing, after Dean’s confession, Sam can’t even remember getting back to the motel. He unpacks his duffel, grabs the moleskine, and walks into the decrepit kitchen, and keeps his ears open for Dean. Sam has to check every possible change, but no matter how hard he studies Arthur’s old notebook, it still tells him this is reality.

Sam thinks he’s sneaky, thinks he can hide behind a...

moragmacpherson — Wed, 07 Mar 2012 17:53:00 -0600

Sam thinks he’s sneaky, thinks he can hide behind a slouch, around a corner, in a dream, but Arthur always, always finds him.