Disclaimer: none of the characters in this fic are mine )

A/N: so these are for the 100prompt challenge over at LJ. I'll be posting these in several places :) it's the first time I've done something like this and I'm quite excited. Reviews would be lovely.

Prompt 001: Crash

She watched with her heart in her mouth. She wouldn't admit it to anyone – no she was still telling people that they were just friends. Good friends, perhaps, the best of friends. She loved him like a brother. Of course, she didn't think most people wanted to jump their brothers and kiss them senseless in the broom closet, but that's what Lily told people, and that was the story she was sticking to. So she sat in the stands with her friends, watching as James Potter and Sirius Black flew around the Quidditch Pitch, being (in her opinion) imbeciles. Judging by the awed "oohs" of the rest of the people watching, they were rather impressed by their antics and weren't in the least bit worried that they might both fall to their possible death or critical injury.

"What are – why are they – aren't they – how can they not – oh my goodness!" Lily buried her face in Marlene's shoulder, refusing to watch as James and Sirius sped towards the 3 goals at one end of the pitch.

"Oooh" Marlene exclaimed, "they just flew through the goal hoops Lily! That was absolutely brilliant."

"Brilliant!" Lily squeaked, face white with fear. "Brilliant! What if they hadn't made it! They would've fallen! Fallen to their deaths! Their deaths Marlene!"

Lily's friend chuckled and patted her head. "Don't worry about Lils. Those boys are in more danger in a Herbology classroom. Speaking of Herbology, have you done that essay yet? 4 feet on some plant or another –"

"Well honestly Marlene!" Lily snapped, "it's a herbology class, what did you expect? An essay on cars?"

"I have no idea what cars are, but I'm going to assume they have nothing to do with plants, " Marlene informed Lily, glaring at her, " and I'd also like to add that just because you're worried about your husband getting hurt –"

"He's not my husband!" Lily hissed, waving her hand in Marlene's direction, eyes fixed on James' distant figure.

Marlene rolled her eyes. "Say what you want Lily. But just because you're worried about James getting hurt doesn't mean you have to snap at me."

"I honestly don't understand where people get the idea James and I fancy each other when it's perfectly clear we're just good friends, " Lily continued, completely ignoring what Marlene had been saying. "I mean, yeah, he fancied me in 5th year but that was years ago, he must've gotten over it by now, And I never fancied him, so really, it makes no sense that the entire year is convinced we're secretly going out with each other and snogging during patrols – what is so funny Marlene?"

Lily turned to face her friend, who was giggling furiously. "Oh…nothing…" she gasped, refusing to look Lily in the eyes, "it's just…oh you wouldn't find it funny."

"I might!" Lily said indignantly, "I have a very fine sense of humour I'll have you know."

"Oh don't tell me you're still caught up on what that Slytherin said?" Marlene sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I swear Lily, you'll be the death of me one day. All this mumbling about James and how much you don't fancy him and your constant worrying about what other people think of you – "

"I don't care what people think of me!" Lily said, nose up in the air, "they can think what they want."

"So you tell me," Marlene said, grinning, "but what if I told you that Clarissa Carlingford in Ravenclaw told Mary that she thought you were a supremist bitch?"

Lily finally tore her gaze away from the two boys (now doing figure eights around each other) and gaped at her blonde friend, twin spots of red appearing on her cheeks. "A supremist what?" Lily demanded. "I'll kill her. How dare she say something like that about me! Where is she? Clarissa Carlingford!" Lily jumped to her feet and started scanning the crowd for the blonde 6th year.

"Lily," Marlene sighed, "Lily, sit down. You're not going to kill Clarissa. You wouldn't even jinx her. Why do you even care what she said? She's just some swotty 6th year who needs a good kick up the bum."

"But – "Lily protested, slapping away Marlenes hands as they tried to tug her back down, "but I would jinx her! I'd jinx her so badly she wouldn't know what hit her! And that'd teach her to call me a supremist – well – I just – MERLIN WHAT ARE THOSE BOYS DOING!"

'Those boys' appeared to flying at each other from opposite sides of the Quidditch pitch. Lily couldn't see from this distance, but there was no doubt in her mind that they were both grinning like maniacs. The rest of the crowd was cheering the boys on, shouting and clapping, waiting eagerly to see who would win.

"Are they – are they playing CHICKEN?!" Lily exclaimed, outraged. "Are the honestly playing chicken on brooms? 20 feet in the air? On brooms? With nothing to stop them if they fell? Marlene!" Lily turned to the girl, who was trying her hardest not to laugh, "Marlene, please tell me that I'm delusional and I'm not watching James and Sirius fly towards each other on two broomsticks?"

Marlene, however, had lost all control and was now laughing so hard that tears were coming down her cheeks. Lily was confused – she honestly didn't see how their two friends flying towards their imminent death was hilarious in the slightest bit – what if James died before she got a chance to kiss him! Or hug him! Or run her hands though his hair and tug on it and let him know that he was hers!

Lily started to run down the stands, robes flying out behind her. "Lily! Lily, where are going?" she heard Marlene call, voice distant, "Lily, I'm sorry, don't be mad, Lily!"

"James!" Lily shouted, jumping up and down and waving her hands as she ran, "James! I have to tell you something!" Students began to notice Lily – really, how could you miss a small red headed girl running down the stands jumping around wildly and screaming – and stared, some scared, but most amused. "James Edward Potter!"

Somehow James heard Lily's frantic screams – by this time she had reached the Quidditch Pitch and was running across the grass towards him. "Lily!" James looked at Sirius, horrified, "Lily! Get off the pitch!"

"Prongs!" Sirius was rapidly coming closer, black hair streaming out behind him, "Prongs, it's too late to stop, she's going to get caught in it."

"James! James you have to stop, I have something to tell you!" Lily was unaware of the boys panic and kept on racing towards them, neck craned upwards. "James, please, come down from there!" she thought she heard him say 'God you're fit'…but that made absolutely no sense whatever, she was actually starting to run out of breath and he was a wizard! Why would he be saying God –

- the next thing Lily Evans knew was she was waking up in the hospital wing. She blinked, confused. What was she doing here? How had she gotten here? And why did her whole body ache like this? She really hoped she hadn't passed out from the strain of running across the pitch because that would just be embarrassing. She wasn't the fittest girl in the school, but she was quite sure she could manage a five minute sprint without passing out.

"Lily!" Something warm and heavy landed on her bed and smothered her. "Lily, you're ok!"

The something warm and heavy smelt absolutely delicious. "James," Lily mumbled, trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling in her tummy, "James, get off me, I can't breathe."

James threw himself off the bed immediately and fell into the nearest chair. He looked, Lily decided, adorable, with his black hair messy and his glasses lopsided. "Are you ok?" he asked anxiously, running his hands through his hair, "Pomfrey said you'd be fine, but you can't trust that old bat. She didn't know what had been done to you till Sirius and I told her. Do you wanna know?"

Lily shook her head, "No." she said firmly, "No I do not want to know what happened. I'm sure you and Sirius had something to do with it and I'm just glad I don't have any lasting effects." She narrowed her eyes at James. "Right? Nothing permanent?"

James coughed and flushed a bit. "Well no, nothing permanent. She managed to get rid of it all a few hours ago." Lily nodded and closed her eyes happily. She really was very tired. "Lily." She opened her eyes as James began hesitantly, "Lily, what were you running onto to the pitch for anyway?"

"Come here." Lily commanded, smiling. A small smile flickered across the boys face and he stood obediently, going to her bedside. Lily reached up her hands and ran them through James' hair, tugging on it a bit before she let go. "You're mine" she whispered softly.

yah, by the end of this I had no idea how I was going to end this. so yes...that's it! haha. whoops...oh wells. the next one sounds fun! so I want to get started on that.

Not all the prompts will be with James/Lily at Hogwarts...just waiting for the right one before I move on. and look for some angsty ones too...not all fun and games in the world of Jily (my new name for them. it was either that for Lames)