(SUPERNATURAL)
"Wait, sssh," Dean ordered, "Sam's coming."
Sam gingerly picked up a branch and placed it against the fence to see if it would burn up. It didn't so he went underneath a small flap and walked towards Dean and Cas who were already seated and halfway through finishing their meal.
"Did you get the pie?" Dean asked Sam.
Sam rolled his eyes, "Yea, here it is!" He pulled out a small pie from his satchel which Dean quickly grabbed from his hands.
"You're a good man, Sam!" he said before taking a bite. Sam gingerly watched Dean take a bite and saw Dean's face contort. He laughed as Dean started yelling at him.
"THIS AIN'T PIE! THIS IS CAKE! WHERE'S MY PIE, SAMMY?"
Sam who was rolling on the ground laughing could not muster a reply. Even Cas cracked a smile which Dean saw from the corner of his eyes.
"This isn't funny, Cas," Dean growled.
"Yes it is," Cas said simply.
Sam who had finally controlled his laughter sat right side up again and faced Dean, "Sorry, they had no more pie left," he chuckled, "so I figured a cake disguised in pie was good enough."
Dean rolled his eyes before smashing the pie into Castiel's face, "And that's what you get for laughing!"
Castiel dumbstruck by what Dean just did, stared at him wide eyed with his crystal clear, blue eyes, "I don't understand why you did that," Cas stated, "It's not very nice."
In a not so manly way, Dean giggled and wiped the cream off of Castiel's face.
"I'm sorry, Cas. Do you want a bite instead?"
Cas smiled at Dean's inclination towards friendship and helped himself.
"So Cas, any word from the reaping tomorrow?" Sam inquired.
An uneasiness draft fell upon them. Castiel couldn't muster the strength to look Sam in the face and tell him what was going to happen. So Dean piqued instead, "We're being reaped, Sammy."
"WHAT?!" Sam yelled, "Why isn't god saving us?"
"He got better things to worry about, I suppose," Dean stated simply, "I think we should start cleaning out the impala."
Sam nodded worriedly, "Yea, I'll start that now," and went under the fence without bothering to see if it was hot. With a new strain above their head, Sam was becoming reckless. Now with Sam out of earshot, Dean turned to Cas.
"Cas," Dean paused unsure of what to say, "can you promise me you'll look after Sammy. Don't worry about me just keep an eye for Sam. Can you do that for me, Cas?"
"But Dean…"
"No, Cas," Dean interrupted, "please, just save Sam. Please, Cas."
"Okay Dean," Cas said softly.
"Thanks," Dean whispered solemnly and laid there rested on his arms with his eyes closed. Castiel his angel guarded him as he rested.
(SHERLOCK)
"JOHN!" Sherlock screamed again, "how am I supposed to…"
John strolled in with a surprised smirk on his face. Without letting Sherlock finish his sentence, he tied Sherlock's tie for him before rolling his eyes.
"You're welcome," he said.
"Thanks," Sherlock mumbled.
Silence fell between them.
"So, should we go?" Sherlock asked casually like they were going out for dinner and not to meet their certain death.
"Yea, why not," John replied grabbing his coat, "we need to pick Sarah up first though."
Sherlock nodded before heading out the door and to his car. It would be a long day he thought. When John finally joined him, he reversed his car and took a left –within minutes, he was at Sarah's apartment.
"I'll get her," John said already getting out of the car.
Now Sherlock was left to ponder over his thoughts. How could he convince John to leave Sarah during the games? He already knew how he would make John survive but it would only work if Sarah was out of the picture. Hopefully, he could persuade Sarah to get items from the cornucopia and she would die there. But he had to make sure that she would die or else the plan wouldn't work. Maybe he could…
"So yea," John said as he opened the door, "Sher, hope you don't mind that Molly also catches a ride with us?"
"Oh yea, not at all," Sherlock said smiling at Molly, "Hurry up."
Molly blushed as she got in after Sarah.
"Thanks for the ride," Sarah said sweetly.
"Uh huh," Sherlock mumbled.
"Don't worry," John whispered, "he's always grumpy."
Sarah giggled as she kissed John. Sherlock looked away in jealousy at John's new focus. Before her, it was always him and John doing everything together. Over time, Sherlock developed a certain fondness over John that could never be overlooked except by Sherlock himself and John.
"Shit," Sarah said as she pulled away from John.
All four fell silence as they looked around the ceremony. It was the nicest the boulevard ever looked, decorated with the faces of previous, dead tributes.
"I wonder what trio will die this time," Molly said quietly.
The other three looked down, unsure whether or not they should tell Molly. After a quick debate within Sherlock's head he decided he would respond;
"Me too. Let's hope the odds are in our favor!"
(HARRY POTTER)
Hermione barged into the boy's dormitory, her brown, frizzy hair bouncing everywhere. She frantically went to Ron's bed who woke up in a start surprised to see Hermione's eyes filled with angry tears.
"THIS IS NOT FAIR!" she screamed, her tears starting to fall, "WE DON'T DESERVE ANY OF THIS!"
The three other boys, Harry, Seamus and Dean woke up with a start.
"Blimey, Hermione!" a bewildered Dean spoke, "What's the matter?"
Hermione turned to look at Ron and he shook his head. At this point, Harry decided to speak up:
"Mate," he paused, "you're looking at your future tributes."
There was a stunned silence and then Seamus spoke up, "you can't possibly know that! The tributes are always drawn up in random, aren't they?"
"Nah," Ron said quietly, "they are drawn according to the evil allegiance."
"That's against the rules!" Dean interjected.
"Yea, why don't you tell the allegiance that," Hermione huffed.
No one said anything for a while until Harry decided to break the silence:
"We might as well get dressed and make a good impression he said,"
"We could…" Hermione faltered.
"What?" Harry piqued.
"Escape. Like apparate to some forest and just live off in our own. It wouldn't be that hard," she said.
"I can't," Ron said softly, "I can't just leave my family like that. Not Ginny, I couldn't do that to her."
Harry silently thanked Ron for saying that. Even if he died, he couldn't possibly let Ginny deal with it alone and he certainly couldn't make her come to avoid his own fate!
"Then we better get dressed," Hermione sighed.
Ron ushered Hermione out and the rest began to change slowly into their robes.
"Harry," Dean began, "thanks for saving the wizardly world, mate."
Harry nodded not knowing what to say. He never did end up saving the world –through a fluke of luck, the elder wand had decided that Voldemort was its true master and it had defeated Harry. Luckily, Voldemort had let Harry live knowing it would kill him more to watch his friends suffer at his failure. Knowing that they were both staring at him, Harry quickly left the room where he saw Rona and Hermione snogging. They broke apart when they saw him.
"Uhm, so yea, bye," Hermione stammered as she fled to her dorm.
Harry grinned at Ron as he watched his face turn red, almost matching the roots of his hair.
"So," he smiled slyly, "how was it?"
"Shut up," he grumbled.
Harry chuckled as he watched Ron make his way into the dormitory. Then a sudden realization came to him –only one of them could make it out alive.
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(DOCTOR WHO)
"Oooooh food!" Amy exclaimed as she saw the platters stacked upon one another, "do you think it's okay for our digestive system?"
"Considering we're the only humans here, no, I don't think it is meant for us," Rory answered.
"AH YES! DROOBLES!" the doctor beamed as he picked up a round, brown ball. He bit into it and yellow custard leaked out.
"Eugh," he coughed, "I HATE custard!"
Amy rolled her eyes and she took both boys by the arm and took them on a stroll through the planet. They looked around noticing all forms of living forms –even the weeping angels were here but they were obviously being constantly regulated by the peacekeepers. Rory tapped her shoulder and he pointed in the far off distance at a shorty, stumpy robot. It was a dalek on the stage!
"Ah, the previous winner," the doctor presumed darkly.
"Previous winner?" Amy inquired.
"3 years ago, he won the games but only because the head dalek practically eliminated every other contestant to help him win."
"So, what does he do now since he won?" Rory asked.
"He trains the other tributes," the doctor stated simply, "don't expect too much help from him. I suppose that the head dalek has instructed him to not give us help throughout the tournament."
They watched as the dalek rolled towards the middle of the stage. With its robotic hands, the dalek adjusted the microphone before speaking:
"Hell-o," it said, "to-day, we are here. To pick new. Contestants for our game. Yes, we have the doctor. Amy ponds. And. Rory. Wi-lli-ams. Please come up."
Amy Ponds proudly stormed up there with a mean glint in her eye. Rory followed rather shakily and the doctor after him, a bemused look upon his face.
"ell-o," the doctor mocked the to the dalek, "the name is do-c-tor."
The dalek stared at him before saying, "fol-low me."
The 3 followed not knowing what was going to happen behind the stage.
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(MERLIN)
"Why are you in such a dreary mood?" Arthur asked.
"If you didn't know Arthur, today happens to be reaping day," Merlin replied drily.
"Yes, but that has never bothered you before, has it?" Arthur remarked.
"Yes, but this time we're going to be in the damn game" Merlin thought to himself. However he was spared an answer as Gwen came running towards them. She kissed Arthur thoroughly before giving a courteous hello to Merlin.
"So boys," she spoke, "how are we planning this celebratory event today?"
In the old folk, those who were rich or within the higher power were usually spared from the reapings. Of course that wasn't in the rules but it was well known that the royal families were never affected as they supplied many riches to the allegiance. So without knowing the terrors, they innocently thought the games were great fun and were to be enjoyed and celebrated. Gwen, who would not suspect to be a part of the 56th games would receive a not so pleasant surprise that she'd be a part of this years "celebratory" event.
"A great feast like always," Arthur beamed, "and much events like last time."
He strolled away with Gwen without realizing Arthur's worry. Like a puppy, Merlin decided to follow him while he continually worried about what would happen. The reaping would happen in T-minus 10 minutes and he still had no idea how he could change the outcomes. With 3 minutes left, Gaius appeared on the stage –their future mentor. He had won the games a decade ago and was now forced to train the new tributes. It was a sad job –having to meet children and then watch them die but it was either doing that job or dying yourself. Merlin watched Arthur's father, the king of old folk, walk up to the podium to do his annual speech. The reaping would begin.
"Welcome," he started, "we are here again to honor the fallen and diminish the days of chaos. 56 years ago, the war ended and the great allegiance won. Now as sacrifice, we invite 3 heroes to help us glorify these events."
The annual music began to play. As it came to a stop, Gaius drew a name from the bowl and shouted:
"Guinevere Pendragon, Arthur Pendragon & Merlin Ambrosius! Please make your way up the stage."
The trio made their way up to the stage, peached, the blood drawn from their face. Gwen locked her hands between the two boys and Merlin caught Arthur staring at him –his gaze penetrated in worry.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Gaius yelled as they reached the center of the stage, "here are our brave tributes for the 56th games! Let them commence!"
Merlin knew the cameras were focused on them so he sucked in his breath and was determined not to cry. Gwen however, did not care and was sobbing. Her face turned red quickly and Arthur was trying his best to comfort her. Thankfully, the guards took them by the arm and dragged them backstage where they stood in front of a wooden door. It opened on its own accord and the guards shoved them in. The last thing the audience could hear was Gwen's gasp.
