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Bonus Round 6: Remixes
This round is CLOSED as of 7PM on August 18 EDT. Late fills may be posted, but they will not receive points.
RULES
- Choose a fanwork created by other participants in a previous main or bonus round of SASO and create a new piece based on it. You could create a fanart of another work, an FST inspired by a piece’s style, retell another person’s fanfic from another point of view, create a new fanfic inspired by a great piece of art... go wild!
- You cannot remix your teammates' works.
- You must have permission from the original creator. There's a blanket permissions post here (feel free to add yourself to it!), or you can leave a comment on their original post asking for permission.
- You must include the dreamwidth link to the original work in your post.
- Since all fills are based on previous works, there will be no prompts for this round. Simply post your fill as a comment in response to this post.
- Remember to follow the general bonus round rules, outlined here.
FORMAT
Bonus round shenanigans all happen in the comments below. Brand-new works only, please.Required Work Minimums:
- 400 words (prose)
- 400px by 400px (art)
- 14 lines (poetry)
Remember, this is a NO-PROMPT round. Format your comment in one of the following ways:
| If FILLING: | If FILLING as a TEAM GRANDSTAND participant: |
FILL: TEAM [YOUR SHIP], [RATING]
| FILL: TEAM GRANDSTAND, [RATING]
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Posts not using this format will be understood to be unofficial discussion posts, regardless of what they contain. They, like all comments in this community, are subject to the code of conduct.
SCORING
These numbers apply to your team as a whole, not each individual teammate. Make as many fills as you want!For fills:
First 3 fills by any member of your team: 20 points each
Fills 4-10: 10 points each
Fills 11-20: 5 points each
Fills 21+: 2 points each
All scored content must be created new for this round.
Etc.
If you're hunting through the prompts looking for what to fill, a good trick is to view top-level comments only.Have a question? Check The FAQ first. If you still need help, feel free to contact the mods. Happy fanworking!
Re: FILL: Team oikawa tooru/sugawara koushi, T part 2
He opened the door and stepped inside. The lights and TV were off, uncharacteristic even though it was past 2am. Suga closed the door behind him, heart thudding in his chest as he made his way to the bedroom.
The lights were off but there was a person-shaped lump underneath the blanket. Oikawa had fallen asleep. Maybe he’d finally reached his limit of being able to stay up late waiting. Suga stripped down to his boxers and climbed into bed.
He nearly jumped out again when he made contact with Oikawa’s sweaty, burning hot skin. “Tooru,” he breathed.
Oikawa groaned and threw his arm over his face. “Five more minutes, Koushi.”
Suga moved Oikawa’s arm and brushed his hand against Oikawa’s forehead, pushing his sweat-soaked hair back.
“How long?” he asked.
“Wha-” Oikawa turned his head away.
“How. Long.”
“Dinner time,” Oikawa croaked. He turned and opened his eyes, glassy with fever, and stared at Suga. “I’m screwed, right?”
“No,” Suga said, scrambling out of bed. “You’re not.” He pulled on his clothes, flicked on the light, and turned as he buttoned up his shirt to see Oikawa lying there, pale and wide-eyed staring back at him. Scared.
“You’re not,” Suga repeated. “We’re going to the hospital.”
*
“You need to sleep.”
Oikawa had been in the hospital for two days, steadily getting worse. A mask over his face delivered oxygen but didn’t stop him from coughing up blood. That blood, they used in their samples. Anything that came out of Oikawa was being used as a sample. Suga shook as he prepared yet another slide.
“I’m fine, Daichi,” he said through gritted teeth. He hadn’t slept since they brought Oikawa in. Sleep was time wasted. Sleep was not useful. Sleep wouldn’t help Oikawa survive this.
“Suga.” Daichi stopped what he was doing to place his hand on Suga’s arm. “Look at me.”
Suga didn’t want to look at him, but he forced his eyes away from the slide to Daichi’s face. Daichi had warm brown eyes. They were so familiar, so comforting normally. They’d known each other since childhood and not once did Suga refuse Daichi’s comfort.
But now he wanted to.
“Not sleeping won’t help him,” Daichi said. “He worries about you. I’m worried about you. You look like crap. You’re going to start making mistakes. You need to rest so you can do your job.”
Suga felt like his jaw was stuck. He swallowed. Daichi was right.
“I’ll wake you up if I need you,” Daichi continued, “so why don’t you-”
“What if he dies while I’m asleep?” Suga blurted out.
Daichi gave him a sad smile. “He won’t. If something happens, I’ll let you know.”
He placed his hand against Suga’s back and pushed him into an adjacent room that they’d started using for sleep. Suga sat down on one of the sofas. Daichi tossed a blanket onto his lap.
“We’re close,” he said. “I’m not letting this get away from us. We’re not going to lose.”
Suga nodded and watched Daichi retreat back into the lab. He lay down, curling in on himself and closing his eyes.
It shouldn’t have been easy to fall asleep, but it was.
*
“Wake up.”
Suga groaned. Someone was shaking his shoulder. “Knock it out, Tooru,” he murmured without any bite.
“Suga.”
Suga’s eyes snapped open. Daichi knelt in front of him.
“What happened?” he asked, sitting up too fast. The room spun. He didn’t care. He focused on Daichi’s face, clutching the blankets in his hands as he prepared for the worst. “How long was I out? Why didn’t you wake me up sooner? What’s going on?”
“Calm down,” Daichi said, his voice sharp. “Everything is fine. Everything is the same, actually, except I thought you’d want to wake up by now. And I have some markers that I’ve isolated in the blood from the virus, but I don’t know quite how to attack them and break them. That’s what I need you for.”
“Oh.” Suga took a deep breath. Daichi didn’t know as much about blood and medicine as Suga did, because Daichi had been a general physician. He hadn’t even been working in a hospital until recently.
“Oh,” Daichi teased, smiling. “Come on. Get some breakfast and we’ll get started.”
Suga felt dazed as he went into the shared staff restroom and washed his face, brushed his teeth, and made himself look like he hadn’t slept on a couch. He didn’t feel hungry, so he opted for coffee, and then for a visit to Oikawa’s room.
All of their virus patients had been put in isolation, although shortly before the quarantine any other patients had been moved to a different hospital. Still, precautions had to be taken. He had to cover his entire body to see Oikawa. The only bits of him Oikawa would be able to see were his hair and eyes.
Oikawa was awake, a breathing mask fitted over his nose and mouth. He blinked up at Suga, dazed.
“Koushi?”
“How are you feeling?” Suga asked, his hands twitching with the urge to just touch Oikawa.
“Like crap.” Oikawa laughed, and then coughed. His expression pinched with pain. “How’s the lab?”
“We’re making progress,” Suga said. “We’re working as fast as we can.”
Oikawa nodded. He took a shuddering breath and then asked, “How are you?”
“I’m fine,” Suga said, even though the words felt wrong. How could he be fine when Oikawa was dying? His stomach twisted. “I’m just trying to find a cure faster so that we can get back to our lives.”
“I wonder if the others got sick,” Oikawa murmured. He sounded breathless. “Iwa-chan. Bokuto. Matt-sun...” He started coughing again and it took all of Suga’s willpower not to grab his hand.
“Don’t strain yourself,” he pleaded. “I can find all of that out soon enough. Don’t worry. Once we get this cure, everything will be fine.”
Oikawa tilted his head and frowned at him. “You’re putting too much on yourself.”
“This is my job.”
“No, I mean,” Oikawa coughed, then continued, “There’s other hospitals in the country and around the world looking for this cure, right?”
Suga nodded, even as he thought, but they’re not working fast enough.
“So, you know, it’s not just you,” Oikawa took another shuddering breath. “You’re doing your best but...be careful. Promise?”
Suga nodded. “I promise.”
“Good.”
He’d spent too long there. He was shaking. Oikawa’s breaths were too uneven now. Suga muttered a quick, “I love you,” and turned around, rushing out of the room.
He barely made it to the bathroom before he was throwing up, harsh retches tearing through his body. The retches became sobs, and he collapsed in front of the toilet, shaking and gripping the porcelain as hard as he would have gripped Oikawa’s hand if he could.
How long had he been asleep? How much time was he wasting here in the bathroom? How much time did Oikawa have left?
Another wave of nausea had him heaving over the toilet again. When he was done, he opened his eyes, one hand reaching to flush the mess away. But he stopped.
There was blood.
Re: FILL: Team oikawa tooru/sugawara koushi, T part 3
A note slipped under the door, joining a pile of other slips of paper. On the other side, Daichi had long since given up on begging.
Suga knew that he had the virus. The symptoms checked out. He started using his own blood to test things, just so he wouldn’t have to expose Daichi. He knew that if he stepped out of the lab, he would be taken into isolation. He wouldn’t be able to do anything. He wouldn’t be able to find a cure and save Oikawa.
The whole thing would have fallen on Daichi’s shoulders, and maybe Kuroo. But Kuroo was in charge of patient care, and research wasn’t either of their strong suits. Suga had the most knowledge of blood, viruses, and research techniques. They couldn’t afford to lose him. Oikawa couldn’t afford to lose him.
Perhaps Daichi had gone off to one of the hospital’s other labs to keep working. Maybe they’d written Suga off as a lost cause. It didn’t matter. As long as he could keep working, nothing mattered.
He used what medicine he had in the labs to ward off the most debilitating of the symptoms so that he could keep working. Time ceased to exist for him. The only thing that mattered was microscoping images that told him how the virus behaved in various situations. His hands shook and his vision blurred. He couldn’t keep anything down. His very bones hurt and his lungs burned.
No matter how bad he was, Oikawa had to be worse.
Bit by bit, the virus broke apart under his treatments, until finally he obliterated it. Finally, he had something that worked. He wrote everything he’d done down, typed it onto the computer and sent the document to Kuroo’s and Daichi’s email. He prepared a single dosage, the only amount he could manage after so much testing, into a syringe. It would hopefully be enough to weaken the virus and have the immune system finish the job.
He opened the door to the lab, finally. No one was there. Suga walked uninterrupted until he reached the patient area, where Kuroo, fully in scrubs, rushed towards him.
“Cure,” Suga croaked. “I have it.”
“Suga, let me--”
“I’m giving it to him,” Suga snapped, brandishing the syringe.
Kuroo moved forward, but Suga rushed into the room.
Oikawa had been put on a ventilator. Blood stained his pillow. Bruises stained his skin. He looked fragile, which was not something Suga would ever have associated with Oikawa. Even at his most vulnerable, Oikawa was strong.
He moved to the edge of the bed and took Oikawa’s hand in his own. He squeezed and Oikawa opened his eyes.
“I love you, Tooru,” Suga murmured, “and I’m going to make you better.”
Oikawa’s lips moved, but he couldn’t make a sound past the ventilator. Suga reached for Oikawa’s arm, but before he could find a suitable injection site, someone grabbed him and pulled him back.
Suga struggled against the other person, but his chest felt tight and his head spun. He coughed, something wet coating his lips, and someone twisted his wrist so that his hand released the syringe.
He tried to spin around and grab the person or the syringe but his vision began to swim and turn black at the edges. For a moment, the other person let up their grip. Suga spun around and everything went sideways.
He blacked out.
*
Oikawa Tooru woke up from a two week long coma alone.
He felt weak, bone tired, confused about every single thing. He recognized his room as an isolation room, with glass partitions separating his space from the rest of the hospital. He could see into other rooms. Other beds. Machinery hissed around him. He remembered having a tube in his throat before, but he didn’t have one now.
He wanted Suga.
He remembered, hazily, the last time he’d been awake. Suga had hovered over his bed looking half dead, dark bruises under his eyes, skin chalk white and lips chapped. His cheekbones looked too sharp. But he was smiling.
Oikawa tried to sit up, but his muscles protested. He caught movement outside and someone fully dressed in scrubs and a facemask came in. He recognized the wild black hair.
“Kuroo,” he croaked. “Where is he?”
Kuroo’s eyes were hard above his mask. “He’s alive, but he also got sick and almost died. He thought he found the cure and tried to inject you with it, but it was a delusion brought on by high fever.”
Oikawa’s eyes burned and his throat started to close. “Is there a cure?”
“There is,” Kuroo said, “and some of Sugawara’s last bits of work were really helpful in completing the missing pieces that we needed. But he was in no state of mind to put them together with the rest of the research. Sawamura and another doctor from a different hospital took the lead on that. Sugawara’s work did help accelerate the process, though. Otherwise a cure might have come too late for both of you.”
Oikawa swallowed. “Does he know?”
Kuroo shook his head. “I don’t really have the heart to tell him. It’s up to you if you want to.”
Oikawa didn’t know whether he could. But he needed to see Suga. “How is he now?”
“He might not completely recover, but he’s out of the danger zone.” Kuroo smiled. “No wonder you two go so well together. You’re both stubborn as hell.”
Oikawa couldn’t control the sob that escaped him. He choked, “I want to see him.”
Kuroo nodded. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room and returned with a wheelchair, helping Oikawa into it. It was hard going and Oikawa’s body protested every movement, but he didn’t care. He wanted to see Suga now. He needed to see him. To have confirmation that Suga was alive.
Kuroo wheeled him to another section of the hospital, where more isolation rooms had been set up. Oikawa gasped when he saw Suga in the hospital bed, hardly anything more than skin and bones. He wondered if he looked the same.
Kuroo wheeled him to the edge of the bed. Oikawa took Suga’s hand and watched the rise and fall of Suga’s chest, shallow but steady.
“You idiot,” he murmured, pressing his lips to the back of Suga’s hand. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”
*
When Suga woke up, Oikawa was holding his hand. They’d been placed in a room together at Oikawa’s insistence.
Oikawa noticed Suga watching him two nights into their recovery together. He didn’t think much of it because he had been watching Suga a lot too. It was like they were both waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to go wrong again. Neither of them could be convinced that things would be fine until they walked out of the hospital.
Then he heard a sob.
He half-sat up and turned towards Suga. “Shhh, you’ll mess up your breathing,” he said.
“I’m sorry,” Suga choked. “I’m so sorry. I could’ve killed you.”
“What?” Oikawa felt his heart skip a few beats. He knew.
“There’s no way I had it,” Suga gasped. “I was so stupid and selfish--”
Oikawa climbed out of his bed and into Suga’s, pulling him into an embrace. “You still accelerated the cure. And you worked so hard. We’re both alive, right?”
“Right.” Suga seemed to melt into Oikawa’s touch and Oikawa closed his eyes and took in the feeling of finally having Suga as a solid presence against him.
He fell asleep in Suga’s bed that night, the two of them curled into each other. No one moved him. Oikawa would have fought anyone who tried.
*
Suga breathed hard as he stepped over the threshold of what had once been one of Tokyo’s largest hospitals. A horrible smell hit him, causing him to start coughing, but he clenched his fists and continued forward despite his lightheadedness. Daichi and Kuroo had both told him that he would have breathing problems for life, that his lungs were scarred. He wasn’t sure whether his breathlessness now was a result of exertion he hadn’t attempted since before he got sick, or of the sickening environment.
There were dead people in every room. The virus had swept through several hospitals before a cure had been mass-produced, and Suga could see the aftermath clearly. He’d been tasked, along with other medical professionals “immune” to the disease (people who had contracted it and lived) to go into these places searching for signs of life.
There were none. Every room Suga went into had a body. Some of them were on the floor, some collapsed against the walls of the isolation rooms. Blood had long dried on most of the surfaces in dark stains. The only sound was footsteps from the medical team and the hiss of the ventilation system. Every corner he turned, Suga hoped to find some sign of life. He didn’t.
He exited the building on legs that barely wanted to hold him up, ripping off his mask and lab coat and throwing them both onto the sidewalk. Oikawa stood up from the bench he’d taken over to wait and once he saw Suga’s face, he rushed towards him.
Suga threw his arms around Oikawa and buried his head in Oikawa’s chest, gasping for air. Oikawa looped an arm around Suga and rubbed circles into his back with his free hand.
“It’s okay,” he said, pressing a kiss to Suga’s forehead. “We’re safe.”
“You’re safe,” Suga repeated, his fingers clutching the fabric of Oikawa’s jacket.
He didn’t want to let go. And for now, he didn’t have to.