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Cabin Pressure Fic Prompt Post Three

Welcome everybody. How you got here I have no idea but thank you for coming and welcome again, nonetheless . As you may have gathered this is a Fic Prompting Meme dedicated solely to the hilarious and oh-so-addictive BBC Radio 4 sitcom - Cabin Pressure. I'm aiming for this to be pretty anything goes - but in order for everything to run smoothly, there are a few guidelines. Don't worry - they're not too restrictive.


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(Anonymous) 2012-02-22 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
In which Martin believes that he is Christopher Robin, only Everyone Else tells him he is really Piglet.

Don't care if this is done as a direct fusion-type-thing, or as an amusing debate in the flight deck.

Bonus Pots of Honey if Someone tells Piglet that he is their Favorite Friend.

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 09:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh my God...this. XD

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Martin has trouble asking people for help/advice, yeah? Well, one day, someone finally asks him why. Martin explains that it's because he's asked for help in the past--preferably emotional help (i.e., love life, depression, anxiety, what-have-you)--and was denied. The person who first asks the question tries to make it better by saying he/she will always be there for Martin.

(Because I've had a shit day and I had to be dragged along by my suite mate to ask an RA to open my door for me 'cause asking a person to do their job is just so fucking terrifying for me.)

Les Miserables

[identity profile] 2012-02-23 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Tonight I saw Les Miserables for the first time, and it was incredible.

I've also been listening to Roger Allam singing 'The Stars Sing' a ridiculous amount because my friend who adores both Les Mis and Cabin Pressure only made the connection t'other day (and RA's the reason she fell in love with Les Mis and, by extension, musicals).

So, long story short, I'd love something Les Miserables related. Singing competition in the flight deck? Douglas is part of an amateur dramatic group? IDK, whatever works :)

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Is this comm a hive mind? Seriously, my flatmate and I have been listening to Roger Allam singing that song constantly for the past week.

Congratulations on losing your Les Mis virginity. I've been eight times and still adore every moment!

Martin/Arthur Smutt

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Martin/Arthur porn please! I need more of this adorable ship in my life.

Anything, so long as they both make each-other happy. Martin doesn't think Arthur is an idiot, and Arthur thinks Martin is brilliant!

Siblings in Trouble

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
So we always get Martin being thrown out/having problems/being hurt and having to go to Douglas/Carolyn/Arthur/Simon/Caitlyn for help.

But what if it was the other way around? What if Simon or Caitlyn hit a bad patch and for some reason needed somewhere to stay? And Martin has to do the comfort/help for a change?

(Because Martin gets so much crap he deserves to be the one who sorts things out once in a while!)

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
This isn't exactly what you asked for, because it has Martin taking in Simon's wife rather than Simon, but it's similar to the general gist.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 12:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Arthur is sad.

This makes the rest of MJN feel... uneasy. (/concerned/vengeful/DOGS-AND-CATS-LIVING-TOGETHER-MASS-HYSTERIA)

Happy ending please?

(Gen or Martin/Arthur preferred, but really, do whatever you want :D)

(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Seconded purely for the Ghostbusters reference.

Okay, and for adorable!Arthur. My poor baby.

(Though what if Arthur's cheer-up movie was Ghostbusters?)

Possible trigger for minor character death / spousal abuse (albeit accidental)

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 01:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I've just been watching 'Death Is Now My Neighbour' in which Roger Allam plays a bloke who loves his wife very much but is accidentally partly responsible for her death after she has an affair, he gets angry and yells at her rather heatedly and she falls down the stairs and breaks her neck. He's distraught afterwards, obviously.

So, yes, something like that when Douglas finds out about Helena's affair please and the rest of MJN rallying around in the aftermath.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 11:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ooh, fascinating prompt!

Though, it's been a while since I watched DINMN, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't just an affair - wasn't she blackmailed into having sex by the incredibly creepy Richard Briers? Because that's rape in my book (and as I understood it, was at least partly the reason why she was distressed enough to be scared of her husband in a way she might not normally, including forgetting she was near the stairs). I take it you don't want that aspect of it bleeding through to the Helena/Douglas scenario, or do you?

Self-conscious Douglas

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
In retrospect, Douglas would've bounced back from Divorce Number Three had it not been for Helena's parting shot:

'Honestly, Dougie, I loved you. But you just put on so much weight.'

Can be gen or otherwise I'd just love to see the smug Sky God a little less smug.

Martin's Ridiculously Supportive Dad

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
What if Martin's Dad had never even slightly doubted him? How would Martin's life had been different?

Basically, I'd love to see a fic where, even after the 5th attempt his dad had pulled him into on of those special fatherly bear-hugs and told him to 'stop cryin' ya great pansy; you'll do it soon'.

Even when he'd got himself massively into debt his dad had just told him to move back into his childhood room, and waved away any offer of rent. ('You'll always be my little lad, ya plonker. Now, eat your dinner and if you mention money again I'll string you up by your future epaulettes, go that?')

And when it all pays off he sits there with tears in his eyes watching his son straighten his tie in the mirror and brushing off his epaulettes.
'You look like a right proper captain, Marty.'
'First Officer, Dad.'
'Captain, one day. You just watch. I've gone to the bookies with it 'n everything.'
'God...thanks, Dad.'

Tl;dr: Martin's dad never doubted him for a second and his life (and career) pans out completely differently with that little extra fatherly push.

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Man with a Van

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know what you could really do with this but, in the midst of a family crisis at the moment, I have discovered the other thing a 'Man with a Van' service will do:

House clearances.

After the charity-donation or second-hand-merchant clearance people have been round and stripped out anything with a re-sale value, whatever's left is picked up by a man with a van and taken to the tip.

Does Martin do them? Does he somehow manage to get a regular agreement with a second-hand merchant or lettings agency to clear the leftover unwanted junk from vacant houses? Does he like it because it's regular work or find it all rather maudlin, especially clearing out the unwanted remains of someone's posessions after they've died?
Does he decorate and furnish his attic with unwanted things that he spruces up and fixes?
Or does he unexpectedly find something very, very valuable that everyone else missed? Something that could, potentially, change his fortunes...
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Holy hell yes!

Douglas/Milo from Helsinki

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Douglas and Milo, the customs officer in Helsinki, actually do have something going on. Why else would Douglas bring him flowers? :)

Wing!fic prompt that must be prompted in every single one of my fandoms

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Martin has wings. They've always been tiny, small enough to fold away and hide under his shirt, but never big enough to fly on. Hence, you know, the plane thing.

Only, when he falls in love with Douglas/Arthur, they start to grow.


(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
It gets embarrassing sometimes.

A lot of people seem to forget that love does not equal sex, but that doesn’t stop them from associating growth with virginity. It does come as a shock sometimes when Martin spots children as young as five with full grown wings, but then has to remind himself children are just as capable of falling in love as any adult on the planet.

And can just as easily fall out of love.

It would make sense for a woman like Carolyn to have beautiful grown wings at her age. Hers have gotten grey over the years, but molted rather badly from heartbreak. With her newfound relationship with Hercules, her wings have grown new feathers, and were looking sharper with each new day.

Douglas has been married three times already, and despite the divorces, his wings were unnaturally huge. There has been recent damage to Douglas’ secondary feathers from his recent breakup with Helena, yet Douglas wears the scar with pride. “There are always more fish in the sea,” he said to Martin one day, shaking his feathers like a maraca.

Arthur was… an anomaly. It was understandable at his age, his growth would flux like the tides of the ocean, but it never did. His grown wings have stayed the same size, color, and condition since the very first day Martin had met him. He knew Arthur occasionally went on dates, had girlfriends, and broken up with them, but the young man’s wings have always stayed the same, no matter what.

“It’s because he never fell out of love,” Carolyn finally explained to Martin after many months of employment. He felt rather secure in his position to ask this slightly personal question and hoped it didn’t sound like prying.

“But he’s not dating anyone.”

Carolyn leveled him with a, you-are-stupid look. “You don’t have to fall out of love to date, Martin.”

“Then why isn’t he with her?” Martin said, looking at Arthur through the glass windows of MJN’s office. The young man was currently playing Connect Four with Douglas and losing every round. Martin then flinched, realizing the insensitivity of his question. “I-I mean… unless it wasn’t reciprocated.”

Another flinch. He may as well have asked if Arthur was a crazy person for loving someone who didn’t want him.

“No,” said Carolyn, sighing deeply. Her wings fluttered softly as she glanced over to Arthur. She smiled sadly. “It was reciprocated. Cassie was Arthur’s true mate since he met her at sixteen.”

“I-I don’t understand… then why…?”

“Arthur still loves her to this day. It doesn’t matter breast cancer took her away at the tender age of eighteen.” Carolyn doesn’t break, though her tone does. “Arthur’s wings, I believe, will always look like that. No matter what.”

There are many theories of how growth actually occurs. Some believe only true love can cause growth. Others believe it can be as simple as feeling your heart pound when that special someone smiles at you. And on the rarest of occasions, like Arthur, you may actually find your true mate, and spend the rest of your life with unblemished wings.

The truth though, no one really knows. No one knows why a child can have full grown wings while those twice the age do not. No one knows if it was possible to move past a true mate, or if it was truly possible to recognize it for what it was.

Just as Martin doesn’t know why, at the age of thirty-two, his wings haven’t grown not one. Damn. Inch.

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[personal profile] anon_e_moss 2012-02-23 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
On standby in a freezing airport, character A has a cold and is freezing, so character B wraps them up in their coat...that's how it starts. How does it end?

(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Might have a shot at this one. Any favourite pairings? Would you prefer comedy, angst, h/c...?

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5+1 fic

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 08:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Five things Douglas made fun of Martin for.
+1 one thing Douglas helped feel better about.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
eep! Typo.. +1 thing Douglas helped Martin feel better about!

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Diego is one of the few people to have first met Martin when he was doing well at something and had at least a little bit of confidence in himself.

When everything goes wrong at the end of Johannesburg, Diego sees the other side of Martin - frazzled and tongue-tied and generally resigned to everything being chalked up as his fault.

Diego doesn't like this. He fixes the BMW, free of charge, so that MJN can leave in time.

On one condition: he and Martin exchange phone numbers.

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I absolutely love Martin&Diego! This prompt sounds great. Please someone fill it!

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So, I had a dream that was practically a fic in itself

(Anonymous) 2012-02-23 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
It involved genderswapped!Martin but that's not the important part or neccesary in this fill...

Basically I request a fic of Martin on his hands and knees, shirt hiked up, nothing on below the waist with Arthur gleefully slapping away at his arse with a riding crop.
Also he's saying stuff like "Oh this is brilliant! Come on, what else did you do wrong? Please Skip, give me a reason!" So he can get an excuse to "punnish" him further.

So basically take the idea of punnishment spanking kink and apply it to Arthur who I think wouldn't be cappable of being really dominant to his captain even if he tried but really loves giving Martin a spanking and Martin enjoys recieving it so they muddle through somehow!

Martin/OFC, shibari

(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
I just have this vision of Martin, beautifully tied with ropes in some shade of blue that looks great against his pale skin and even better against his blushes, he's blindfolded and has a plug in his ass that's attached to the ropes, and his cock nicely tied up. His domme is tormenting him while showering him with praise, telling him how beautiful he looks, how much the sounds he's making turn her on, how he's a wonderful submissive, etc.

But I don't know how it ends, except Martin's having a wonderful time and there's never enough femme domme stories for my taste.

if you want to use a character from a crossover fandom, go ahead.


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...Now there is a crossover I did not expect to see proposed.

Seconding. The idea of Martin all trussed and tied up is hot.

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Anon needs some Arthur angst.

I don't care how/why/when, I just need Arthur crying and being comforted by someone (preferably Martin, Douglas, Carolyn, or a combination of the three).

(RTYIs welcome, but I've already read and loved "Not a Long Walk, After All")
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Little Arthur

[personal profile] anon_e_moss 2012-03-05 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)

* * *

When Snoopadoop managed to “make friends” with the neighbours yorkshire terrier, no one thought much of it until nine weeks later, when the puppies arrived.
Four healthy and happy cockayorkpoo (They were still working on the name). Two boys, and two girls. He called them Douglas, and Martin, and Carolyn and Snoopadoop the Second.

And then there was the fifth. And this one he called Little Arthur.

He was smaller than the others, and a slightly different shape with eyes that were too big for his head. He walked funny, his bark was more a squeak, and he wouldn’t feed unless he was held on a lap and a bottle was held to his mouth. So Arthur set up next to the puppy box with an alarm clock and a book and as often as the book said so he would feed Little Arthur, and hold him in a warm towel between feeds and rub his belly.

And he held the puppy in the towel as he got into the front seat of Douglas’s car, and drove to the vets. And they didn’t play yellow car, and the puppy squeaked and slept.

And he laid the puppy on the table and pretended that he understood what the vet was saying to him and Douglas. And it was Douglas who told him that it was the right decision.

And he held the empty towel on his lap in reception, and Arthur cried for the first time in his adult life. Because he was Arthur and he was always happy and things were brilliant. But now the most beautiful thing in the world was not brilliant and had not even seen the sun rise or walked on grass or played with a ball or sat in the rain and it hurt Arthur too much to be happy now until Douglas put an arm around his shoulder and pulled him close and let him cry into his shoulder while he held the empty towel in shaking hands.

When Arthur had stopped crying and the world was quieter, Douglas cradled the Steward’s head with a large hand and said that as short a life as it had been at least he had felt throughout what it was like to be loved and cared for, and that was a brilliant thing wasn’t it.

And Arthur looked down at the empty towel, and he agreed that it was.


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'Some Like It Hot' except with Douglas and Martin

(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
or Arthur, whoever you think can pull off drag

it's not hard to imagine the MJN Air boys getting into a spot of bother and needing to disguise themselves as women to get out of it.

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YEEEESS! Someone fill this, /please/!

Fill: No Light, No Light

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A/N: This doesn't exactly cover everything in the prompt, but it is about Douglas having a breakdown and Carolyn picking up the pieces. Hope you enjoy it anyway. Stole the title from Florence + The Machine.

It was well after working hours when Douglas let himself in to the airfield’s not-quite-legal-but-always-well-stocked bar. The lock wasn’t much of a deterrent, not when he had the key. When he wanted something, he got it. And what he wanted right now was to drink himself blind.

Years of sobriety hadn’t dulled his propensity for alcohol, especially not now when his life was conspiring to implode all around him. Experience had taught him long ago that railing against circumstances did nothing but wear you down, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to. He wanted to rage and scream and break everything he touched. But he didn’t. (He could still hear Laura telling him how much he was like his father, how his mother may have catered to a drunk but she would be damned if she did. “If you’re better than him, Douglas, then act it! I will do whatever you need me to, God help me, but I can’t save you.”)

Splintered fragments of his parent’s horrific rows echoed in the back of his mind. Once you heard the sickening sound of flesh hitting flesh you never forgot it. Somehow after that, it was always easier to spot the pain in others, the weakness. It was all there if you knew where to look, written in the hollowed-out eyes and the stiffened shoulders, in the clenched hands and tightened jaw in anticipation of a blow. It was in the hard-pressed way someone’s voice changed just before the tears broke.

He knew exactly where to look and he was tired of seeing that defeat staring back at him in the mirror every morning. Ignorance was bliss. Alcohol brought on ignorance. Thought was the enemy now. There was too much pressure building in him—too much visceral rage, too much despair… The dam was going to break soon enough. He just needed to tamp it all down. Drown out the world and he would be fine. Everything would be fine.

He scoured the shelves—no Talisker, more the pity, he’d sold it off last month—but there was still a bottle of Stolichnaya and that would do nicely. He grabbed the bottle and a glass—he wasn’t so far gone yet that he’d swing straight from the bottle. That would come later when he didn’t remember he had any dignity left.

He hadn’t even topped off his drink when the door banged open and Carolyn blustered in. She took two steps into the room before she realized the lights were on, two more before she realized that the someone who had left them on was still in attendance.

“Douglas,” she said, just short of incredulous. “What on earth are you doing here? You were supposed to have left hours ago.”

Hours he had spent behind the wheel of his Lexus in the deserted car park behind the portacabin, staring blankly at the documented dissolution of his entire life and warring with the overwhelming silence that had taken up residence in his skull.

But there was no need to answer, of course. Carolyn was clever and it was so obvious he doubted even Arthur could have missed the signs. Still, the denial sprang to his tongue immediately, well-practiced and so comfortingly familiar. His stomach lurched at the realization and he said nothing. He didn’t have to. Carolyn knew how to read the pain in people too.

She let out a long breath and tossed her coat over and empty barstool. “I take it this is about those papers you were served this afternoon? Then you might as well pour another. Misery loves company, and at this moment you are misery personified.”

Indignation bubbled up just as readily as the denial, sudden, sharp and white-hot. He didn’t need an audience for this, certainly not one who understood. That was a sharing of pain, mitigating it to lessen the blow. He didn’t want it diminished. He wanted it gone. Carolyn might have been comfortable displaying her scars, but he refused to lick his wounds in from of his employer of all people. His pride wouldn’t allow it.

Carolyn, reader that she was, chose to ignore all the signs (signs he knew clearly telegraphed that he didn’t want her company, didn’t want to talk, didn’t want to do anything but drink until he forgot his own name). Instead, she plucked up his glass for herself and knocked it back.

“You’ll pay for what you drink,” she said as she poured herself another.

Indignation smoldered into quiet fury and he snapped. “I haven’t had any!”

“All the better, seeing as how recovering alcoholics shouldn’t imbibe.”

There were very few times in Douglas’s life that had ever rendered him speechless, but there simply weren’t any words. The silence in his head was too deep for that. But there was feeling, instantaneous and finely honed, rattling down his spine and all the way down to his fingertips until it pricked like needles under his skin. Too much, too tight… He curled his hands round the edge of the bar and squeezed until his knuckles ached. After a moment, the pressure eased enough for him to breathe without gritting his teeth.

When he spoke he was careful to keep his voice deceptively level. “What do you want, Carolyn?”

She only arched a brow at him. “A stiff drink. I would have thought that was obvious. What isn’t as clear is why you’re here.”

The reason was currently sitting on the passenger seat of the Lexus where he’d left it because he hadn’t had anything on hand to burn it with.

“Spit it out, Douglas. Your ‘misery’ is only entertaining for so long. Then it’s just self-flagellation. Never a flattering trait, especially coming from someone as admittedly egotistic as you.”

He reached for the vodka with a wordless snarl, but Carolyn slid the bottle to the far side of the bar.

“Keep away, Carolyn? Honestly.” He didn’t bother to hide his derision. If she wanted to prod him, then he’d damn well bite back. He wasn’t above rising to bait, even when he saw the trap. “As if that will stop me from drinking myself into a coma. This isn’t the only place to find alcohol in all of Fitton.”

Carolyn just shrugged. “And yet here you are.”

The implication hung in the air, insidious and razor-edged. Don’t. Don’t don’t don’t…

(“If you ever loved me—No. Not me. If you love Miranda, even a fraction, just stop, Douglas. If you won’t do it for yourself, at least try for her. She deserves that much, don’t you think?”)

He did try—God, he did. And it had worked. It hadn’t been easy—probably one of the most difficult things he’d ever done in his life, because denying his impulses had never been his strong suit. But the dog-eared photo he always kept tucked in his wallet served as a constant reminder and made the temptation bearable. He had a reason to stay sober.

Except now.

(“I can’t do this anymore, Douglas. I… I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

“You think I’ll fail.”

“I hope you don’t and I don’t want you to, you know that. …But you need more right now. More than I can give. You need to concentrate and put yourself first, Douglas. I know you won’t do that as long as Miranda and I are here. We’re only getting in the way. That’s not fair to you.”

“But you’re not—”

“And it’s not fair for you to use us as a crutch.”

“Laura… I… I love you.”

“I know you do.”

“Then stay. Please. We’ll make it work. I’ll be better, I swear. Whatever you want—”

“I don’t want anything, Douglas. You have to want this or it’s not going to work.”

“I do want this. I want to… Anything, Laura. I’ll do it. Just… Please.”)

Please, God, don’t leave me. I can’t do this alone.

His vision blurred at the edges, hot and tight. He didn’t need a mirror to see the fault lines in his defenses. He could feel every break give way under the pressure inside him. The walls were too old, too brittle and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do to stop them from failing. The more he forced down the pain, the wider the fissures gaped. The breaking was inevitable.

“Laura’s asking for a divorce,” he said thickly, dropping heavily onto a bar stool.

“Ah. And this news is worth throwing away your sobriety, is it?”

“I was doing this for Miranda. How am I supposed to…? ” He dropped his elbows onto the bar and dragged his fingers through his hair, tugging at the roots. His breath hitched and exhaled into mournful laughter. “Amazing, how one little life changes your entire world. For years, the only person I was ever concerned with was me. What I wanted, what I didn’t. Money came and went, so did the women. I had it all and I never gave a damn. But then Miranda was born and… she’s everything. She. Is. Everything.” The grief writhed in his chest, trapped achingly behind his ribcage where he intended it to stay. He pressed his head down between his elbows, clutching desperately at the nape of his neck. “God,” he sobbed. “I can’t do this…”

“That’s right,” Carolyn said sharply. “You can’t.”

The condemnation cut deeper than he ever thought it would.

“You can’t,” she continued, “dissolve into some sniveling shell of a man who’s thrown in the towel because your daughter needs her father. You love her, don’t you?”

More than anything. She was his world. Before Miranda he had never understood when he had heard parents utter the same about their own children. Now, there was no other truth than that. Words had abandoned him, but he nodded weakly within the cage of his arms.

“Then keep it together. You’ll still see her. Don’t you dare give in when you still have that. You don’t have that right.”

Silence dragged between them, long and deep, broken only by the clink of glass, Carolyn’s furious mutterings, and Douglas’s shuddering breaths.

When Carolyn spoke again a long while later, it was with a breath of absolute disbelief. “Why are men such colossal idiots?”

The pain had run its course and eased into a deep, exhausting ache, leaving Douglas hollowed out and empty. He collected himself enough to shrug. “Genetic disposition?” he mumbled into the bar-top.

Carolyn made a derisive noise in the back of her throat. “Why you even thought this was an option…” She sighed. “It would have jeopardized any chance you have of seeing your daughter. Despite your… eccentricities, Douglas, I have no doubt you’re a good father. The courts would have no grounds to terminate your parental rights now, but drown yourself in the bottom of a bottle and they might reconsider, and you’d only prove your wife was right.”

There was nothing for him to dispute. It was all true, every bit of it.

“I don’t hate Laura for this,” he said after a long minute. Hate was beyond him at this point. Hate involved too much invested energy. All he had left was bone-weary resignation.

“It would be easier if you did, though.”

“I don’t think it would.”

The sound of empty glass rattled despondently against the bar and the edge dulled from her words. “No… That kind of resentment only ever makes things worse. But the booze doesn’t help, I know that.” Carolyn paused for a moment, then sucked in a breath and plowed on before she could regret it. “I know this probably won’t mean a thing to you right now—especially with it coming from the other side—but it does get better. Paltry the words may be but…”

“You have Arthur.” It wasn’t an accusation or a slight, just simple fact.

Carolyn nodded. “Because Gordon would have killed him otherwise. Accidentally. Intentionally...” She shrugged. “You are not Gordon, Douglas. And Miranda isn’t Arthur.”

Douglas choked back a sharp, sudden laugh. “Thank God for that.”

“You love her,” she told him, her tone gentler than her had ever heard it before. “She knows. Your job is to make sure she never has reason to doubt it.”

He spared her a sidelong look from under his arms. “Keep up this kind of motivation and I might just start to believe you care.”

As quickly as it had appeared the glimpse of Carolyn’s maternal side vanished back under layers of carefully crafted scorn. “Of course I care, you idiot. If I let your monumental stupidity overcome you I’d be down one pilot, and while losing you might not be the worst thing to ever happen to MJN, I still need two pilots to meet CAA regulations. Besides,” she added. “Without you, it would just be Nigel. Captain he may be, but he leaves much to be desired.”

“Careful,” he warned, straightening up. “That’s deceptively close to flattery.”

“Oh, your narcissism is still intact. You’ll be fine.”

The dam was broken, but slowly bit by bit Douglas could feel the walls lining up again. It was a start. He snorted out a laugh and scrubbed his hands over his face. “Of course I will. You managed, after all.”

Rolling her eyes, Carolyn scooped up the Stolichnaya and her empty glass and deposited them back behind the bar.

For the first time since Douglas had been hired, he saw Carolyn’s scars as healing rather than the open wounds of a woman wronged. Maybe, just maybe, if he gave it enough time, his own scars would have a chance to heal too.

Re: Fill: No Light, No Light

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Ooookay, I have no idea why this posted here. Sorry, sorry. Feel free to take it down.

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Reprompt: MTF Martin

(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
Original Prompt:

"We've had some FTM trans-Martin, right?

Well... What about MTF?"

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Oh, I love this idea! :3

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(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
It's Friday, hurray! Here is art.

I like this one, though the hands may be a bit too big, but somehow I think it still works. I (of course) think the other man is Douglas, but you're free to imagine whomever you like.
Oh, and it's naughty. I bet I blushed while drawing it, but that sure didn't stop me.


(Anonymous) 2012-02-24 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
Nnngh. I had a quick peek, even though I'm at work, and I can't wait to get home now. It's barely noon. How will I surviiiive without seeing Martin's happy flush and the hands desperately clutching at his hair? Nnngh.


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The wonders of having a mobile phone (but no common sense)

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The morning after Ottery St Mary, Carolyn lines everyone up in a row and lectures them about how they're all clots! Because what sort of idiots do they have to be to head all the way back to Fitton to collect the address themselves, when they could have just stopped at the next services and phoned Carolyn to ask if she could go get the address from Martin's cubbyhole and text it to them. Cue embarrassed facepalming from all of the men.

And then she tells them how she expects them to pay her back for Gertie's fuel and landing fees (think that scene in Johannesburg, where she's so thrilled to watch Douglas washing the car *g*)!

Wanking for Cash

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When he is absolutely, desperately, completely-at-the-end-of-his-rope broke, Martin will go to a sperm bank and masturbate into a plastic cup for money.

Does someone find out? Does he have a handful of kids wandering around somewhere? Or is the embarrassment of it just driving him mad? (Banks often contract for several months at a time, so it would probably be ongoing.)

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Favorite Childhood Movies

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The topic on GERTI turns to movies and everyone's favorites from their childhoods. What is everyone's answer?

(Martin could have a soft and sympathetic spot for Dumbo.)
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Re: Favorite Childhood Movies

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Seconded, because this would be so sweet.