Fandom: nbc's Revolution
Characters: Miles, Bass, Charlie, Rachel, Aaron and Gene
Prompt: From nbc_revolution 's Community Prompt Table: 25 prompts in 25 days, prompt Snowman.
Summary: It's suddenly snowing in Willoughby and the gang discover that Miles was turned into a snowman and he's not happy about it.
It was snowing in Willoughby, which wasn't impossible, but considering the clear weather they had the previous evening, it was damn improbable and odd. The gang ventured out of the house, letting the snowflakes fall on their uncovered heads, like cold, chaste kisses.
"Has anyone seen Miles?" Rachel asked, trying not to sound alarmed.
"Not since last night," Charlie answered, frowning. "Do you think he's-?"
"Umm… Guys?" Bass called them from behind the house. "You need to come see this." Rachel, Charlie and Aaron stomped through the piling snow, as they made their way towards him. Bass motioned with his head towards a large snowman that was as tall as he was.
"You wanted to show us a snowman?" Aaron asked.
'I'm not a freaking snowman!', they heard the indignant exclamation in their heads.
"Did you guys hear that?" Charlie asked, her blue eyes widening. "I heard it, in my head- it sounds-"
"Like Miles," Rachel agreed, scrutinizing the snowman.
"Oh good, so I'm not going crazy," Bass said relieved.
'This is all Aaron's fault!'
"My fault?" Aaron squeaked. "How is this my fault? I didn't do anything!"
'You're Lord of the Fireflies, you must have done something,' snowman Miles "said". 'Suddenly we get snow out of nowhere and next thing you know, I'm a snowman!'
"I thought you said you weren't a snowman?" Bass grinned.
'Not funny Bass!'
"It's a little bit funny," Bass countered cheekily.
'You need to fix this!' Miles yelled in their heads. 'Now!'
"How?" Aaron asked. "I have no idea how you turned into a snowman in the first place!"
"Healing wounds, bringing people back from the dead is one thing," Rachel said contemplatively. "But turning a person into an inanimate object that's still sentient… That's kind of a metaphysical change-"
'I don't care about your X-Files mumbo jumbo,' Miles snapped.
"Right, well clearly we need to go figure this out," Rachel said, grabbing Aaron's arm and walking away, muttering about grouchy voices in her head not being helpful.
Charlie and Bass stared at one another and at the snowman.
"You know," Bass said with a dangerous twinkle in his eye. "If people just see a snowman, they might destroy it; but if they see a cute snowman with like, buttons for eyes and shit, they might think twice about it."
"I think you're right," Charlie grinned at him.
'Don't you dare!'
"Sorry, man, but it's for your own good," Bass said, as the two headed back inside, leaving snowman Miles alone to quietly fume. They returned shortly with full arms and wide grins; they stuck on him black buttons for eyes, a scarf around the neck and started making a smile out of beads, before changing their minds and turning it into a scowl. Bass approached Miles with a carrot in his hand.
'Don't you dare stick that carrot on my face!' Miles warned.
"Where do you want me to stick it?" Bass asked innocently, getting a giggle out of Charlie. Rachel and Aaron returned and stared at snowman Miles, trying not to grin.
'This isn't a joke! What if I never turn back? You guys should be figuring out how to turn me back, instead of decorating me!'
"We've never encountered anything like this, it's against all the laws of physics- how exactly do you expect us to figure this out? According to you, this… Transformation happened unprovoked," Rachel reasoned. "And Aaron swears he didn't do anything, so hopefully the situation will resolve itself on its own."
Aaron edged away from the group and picked up a twig. "He's missing arms and maybe we can make a sword out of tinfoil."
'Come near me with that stick and I'll poke you with it.'
'Not an innuendo, Bass!'
"God, I wish I had a camera," Bass smiled at him wistfully. "You look so cute."
'I'm going to kick your ass.'
"That might be hard, without any legs," Bass countered.
'I'll find a way! And when I'm back in my own body, I'll make sure you all pay for this!'
"What's going on here?" Gene asked in confusion, taking in the scene. "You guys built a snowman?"
"Miles somehow got turned into a snowman, he can talk to us in our heads and we have no idea how to change him back," Charlie explained to him in one breath. "We just… Added some stuff, for his own safety."
"Oh, I see," Gene said nonplussed, before turning his back and walking back inside, muttering about Mathesons and their crazy, headache-inducing shenanigans.
Title: The Nativity Play (also on AO3)
Fandom: nbc's Revolution
Characters: Miles, Bass and Ben
Prompt: From nbc_revolution 's Community Prompt Table: 25 prompts in 25 days, prompt School Play.
Summary: Bass' youngest sister Angela is in the Nativity Play at school; Ben is the designated driver, Bass is a terrible backseat driver and Miles doesn't get what the big deal is.
A/N: I'm Jewish and the only Christmas I know is from tv and movies.
"You're driving too slowly," Bass complained from the backseat, drumming his hand on his knee.
"I'm driving responsibly," Ben countered, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. "It's raining, you can't be too careful."
"Hey, do you want to drive?"
"Well, tough, it's my car," Ben said with a sigh. "Why am I doing this again?"
"Because you're a sucker for Bass' puppy dog eyes," Miles shrugged from the passenger's seat. "And it was your idea to pick us up."
"An idea I'm starting to regret," Ben muttered to himself. "I agreed to pick you up, not chauffeur you two around town."
"We're going to be late," Bass complained.
"We won't be late," Miles rolled his eyes. "Seriously, what's the big deal? It's a stupid Elementary School Nativity Play, this isn't a premiere on Broadway."
"Obviously you're just a spoiled little brother and not an awesome older brother," Bass said, texting his mom and updating her on their progress.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you're self centered and think everything revolves around you," Ben explained helpfully.
"Yeah? I went to your games- did you ever go to any of my science fairs, unless mom dragged you to it?"
"In my defense, science fairs are boring," Miles said with a shit-eating grin.
"We're here," Ben said, pulling into the school's parking lot. The minute the car stopped, Bass jumped out of it and ran towards the building. Miles and Ben joined him a few minutes later and they snuck in, quietly making their way over to Bass' parents, who saved them seats.
Bass grabbed his phone and took pictures of Angela, the most adorable sheep in the manger. She glanced at the audience and her eyes locked onto Bass; she broke character and smiled widely at him, before she caught herself and returned to her serious sheep mentality. Bass smiled toothily at his baby sister and continued to take pictures. Miles and Ben exchanged amused looks.
"Thanks for taking us, otherwise Bass would never have shut up about this," Miles whispered to him.
"Putting up with annoying younger brothers, that's what older brothers are for," Ben said, elbowing him gently. Miles huffed indignantly, but his mouth quirked into a grin, as he turned back to the stage and Angela's breakout performance.