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Sekrit Cabal Ficlet Battle (Version 2)

SEKRIT CABAL FICLET BATTLE HAS BEGUN!!


How to Participate:

Pick a prompt, any prompt, from the list below - then write a ficlet answering said prompt. Post it in the comments to this post, and then bask in praise ^_^

Posting Rules:

1) Post every entry in a comment to this post. The header should look like this:

Title, fandom, pairing, prompt words, rating
Ex: Aurora, Crossover: Battlestar Galactica/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Gaeta, hunter, snow, NC-17
Ex2: Seasons, Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar, a chance on a bright morning, PG-13

The maximum character count of a comment header on LiveJournal is 100 letters. If yours exceeds that, for whatever reason, you can post the rest of the header inside the comment.

2) Warnings are your friends. Warn for any possibly squicky, violent, or non-consensual content in the beginning of your entry. If you don't want to spare the space to warn, then link to an outside post containing your ficlet. Any ficlets containing un-warned extreme content will be screened.

3) Be sure to leave feedback for the authors. Let them know if you like what they've posted!


FAQ:

Q: How long do we have to participate?
A: Two weeks - that's until midnight between January 4th and 5th, Central Standard Time.

Q: I'm not in the community. Can I participate?
A: Absolutely. Feel free :)

Q: Can I do more than one prompt in a ficlet?
A: Sure. Minimum is one; but if you can fit a bunch in there, you're free to try.

Q: What's the minimum/maximum length for an entry?
A: Minimum is 100 words. Maximum is the length of a LiveJournal comment - 4300 characters. If your entry exceeds that, post a cut-down version; you can link, at the bottom, to the full version posted elsewhere.

Q: Can I pimp this out?
A: Definitely. If you crosspost ficlets, to a community or fic journal, be sure to leave a link in the Author's Note to the porn battle post.

Q: I have more questions!
A: Direct them to the previous post here.

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And, now to the good stuff.

Prompts:

Notes:
You may take as many prompt words as you want when responding to a prompt. However, you must take at least one.
Any prompt written as a "/" is a pairing, and should contain at least mild romantic hints; any prompt written with an "&" is not intended to be romantic or sexual.


Angel, Angel/Faith, deserving
Angel, Angel/Spike, history
Angel, Faith/Connor, genetic
Angel, Faith/Gunn, moves
Angel, Wesley/Connor, transference, feral
Angel, Wesley/Faith, scribe, returning the favor, stubble burns
Angel, Wesley/Faith/Gunn, taking names, bar games
Angel, Wesley/Faith/Lilah, no prisoners, without limits
Angel, Wesley/Fred, hero
Angel, Wesley/Illyria, kissed by ghosts, something new

Battlestar Galactica, Anders/Caprica Six, success, projection
Battlestar Galactica, Athena/Gaeta, watching
Battlestar Galactica, Baltar/D'anna/Caprica-Six, safe
Battlestar Galactica, Baltar/Tory, never say never, liars, arrogance
Battlestar Galactica, Cain/Gina, who am I?, revolution, deny, tensile, desert
Battlestar Galactica, Cain/Gina/Kendra, whole, battle, trapped
Battlestar Galactica, Cain/Kendra, uniform, accept, time, wind, snake
Battlestar Galactica, Cain/Starbuck, clash, freedom, steps, night, fire
Battlestar Galactica, Caprica-Six/Gaeta, first impressions
Battlestar Galactica, Caprica-Six/Tigh, loyalty, cylon
Battlestar Galactica, Dee/Starbuck, chaos
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Baltar, whisper, fine, terrible, fortune, seek, win, bind, serenity, breakthrough, why?, idol worship
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Boomer, worried
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/D'anna, poor little lost boy
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Helo, battle
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Simon, injury
Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Tigh, finesse, duty, blink
Battlestar Galactica, Gina/Kendra, wounded, trickster, sly, smiles, trust, betrayal
Battlestar Galactica, Helo/Racetrack, broken, drifting
Battlestar Galactica, Kat/Starbuck, all about you
Battlestar Galactica, Kendra/Starbuck, oblique, rough-and-tumble, sweet, falter, stainless steel
Battlestar Galactica, Lee/Kendra, control
Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck/Leoben, semper fidelis, free fall, space travel
Battlestar Galactica, Starbuck/Six, shimmering

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Angel, second time
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy/Faith, a most intimate knife, been here before, bloody lip
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Dawn/Xander, seduction, pegging, something real
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Giles/Ethan, sweet folly
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike, St. Crispin's Day
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Angel, any
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Buffy, wind beneath my wings
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Drusilla, blood, Spain
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Willow, golem
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Wesley/Cordelia, awkward
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Wesley/Faith, test drive
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xander, golem
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xander/vampire!Jesse, my favorite, siren call, crimson, helpless, joker
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Xander/vampire!Jesse/Willow, collect them all, promise

Casino Royale, Bond/Villiers, intimidate, lovely, coerced

Firefly, Kaylee/Inara, hair, unforgiven, courting
Firefly, Kaylee/Jayne, gentleman
Firefly, Kaylee/Simon/River, holiday
Firefly, Kaylee/River, games
Firefly, Inara/Saffron, names
Firefly, Mal/Simon, unexpected, needles, Captain, playing doctor, fur, reaver, tell me...
Firefly, Mal/Simon/River, protection
Firefly, Mal/Jayne, angry, chain of command, sweet, Vera, shiny
Firefly, Mal/Zoe/Wash, wind
Firefly, Simon/Jayne, courting, touch, playing nurse, apples, pretty, the hat
Firefly, Simon/River, amnesia
Firefly, Simon/River/Kaylee, package deal
Firefly, Simon/Zoe/Wash, lost

The Golden Compass, Asriel/Fra Pavel, corked, fail, assassin, inadequate, disappointing
The Golden Compass, Asriel/Mrs. Coulter, political discussion, wardrobe, houseboat, adultery, duel, chevauche
The Golden Compass, Asriel/Samoyed hunter(s), "work this out like gentlemen"
The Golden COmpass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared
The Golden Compass, Chevalier Tialys/Lady Salmakia, partners, flasy, well-suited, chivalrous, duel, rampant colors, lighting
The Golden Compass, Farder Coram/Lee Scoresby, awe, cultured, in the wild, travels, froth, scholar
The Golden Compass, Hester & Sophonax (Fader Coram's daemon), luxurious, amusing, mind your own business, cacti
The Golden Compass, Fra Pavel/Magisterial Emissary (played by Derek Jacobi), sleazy, hidden
The Golden Compass, Iorek Byrnison, forge
The Golden Compass, Iorek Byrnison & Stelmaria, snow, craftsmanship, lab
The Golden Compass, Iorek Byrnison/Iofur, gilt, jealousy, cousins, honor
The Golden Compass, Lee Scoresby/Serafina Pekkala, counsel, flying, magic, longbow, tough, weathered
The Golden Compass, Lord Roke/Madame Oxentiel, confidante, grief, carry on, second, steady, balance, spy work, the Rebellion
The Golden Compass, Mary Mallone, creativity
The Golden Compass, Mulefa, rituals
The Golden Compass, Serafina Pekkala/Mrs. Coulter, torture, fingers, poison, freedom
The Golden Compass, Serafina Pekkala/Farder Coram, summer, winter, butterfly, cherish

Heroes, Adam, Nazi
Heroes, Adam/Ando, paying it forward, "Unfortunately for you...", revenge, snuff
Heroes, Adam/Angela, circles
Heroes, Adam/Arthur, sweet, faith, delusions
Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, the big picture
Heroes, Adam/Elle, a butterfly caught in a cage, gazing into the mirror again, nothing hurts like your mouth, a fractured fairy tale, cherry
Heroes, Adam/Elvis Presley, hips, drugs, sequins
Heroes, Adam/Hiro, sword, dilate, losing my religion, sleepwalking, smother, how dare you, four hundred years, revenge, madness, unforgivable, inspiration, drinking game, cruelty, goddamn cherry blossoms, Victorian era, sex in the coffin
Heroes, Adam/Hiro & Sylar, "I can fix them"
Heroes, Adam/Kaito, 70's hair, Kensei
Heroes, Adam/Mohinder, post-virus, Sylar
Heroes, Adam/Mohinder/Sylar, mirror
Heroes, Adam/Napolean, charisma, unique
Heroes, Adam/Nathan, manipulation, resusitate
Heroes, Adam/Peter, only, perspicacity, chafe, cute, puppet, eternal, unearth, future, used, wall, break, unravelled, silence, snare, fatal, rough, sacrifice, anchor, light, please, bite, Paris, the environment, "they're like ants", forever, cult, belief
Heroes, Adam/Peter/Claude, aural pleasure
Heroes, Adam/Peter/Sylar, villains, mine, suffer, power balance, middle ground
Heroes, Adam/Sylar, bait, Mohinder, double blind, commiseration, pact, vengeance, inspiration, heroes, divide and conquer, greed, bicker, backastabbing, mercenary, a mutually beneficial arrangement, technology, past, candy, utensil, sword, Hiro
Heroes, Adam/Victoria, greatness, bioweapons geekery
Heroes, Alejandro/Mohinder/Sylar, jealousy
Heroes, Alejandro/Sylar, secret
Heroes, Angela/Adam, chess, frigid, justice, miscalculation, treachery, to learn from the master, "I lied", worse than death
Heroes, Angela/Kaito, disco, shinto, lessons, drunk
Heroes, Angela/Nathan, Answers, forgiveness, present, coming of age, chosen, banister, "You are not too old for me to spank you, you know."
Heroes, Angela/Nathan/Heidi, family history of madness
Heroes, Angela/Nathan/Peter, reassurance, bequeath, healing, my pretty boys, entreat
Heroes, Arthur/Angela + Nathan and/or Peter, powers vs. toddlers
Heroes, Arthur/Angela, honeymoon, court
Heroes, Bennet/Claude, payback, tasers, shower invasion, the greater good, office party, control, ties, breaking point, haunted, Copy Kingdom, captive, near-death experience, guns, sex on a plane, hazing ritual, first time, regret, sound, Chrshire Cat, pain, invisibility abuse, different choices, experimentation, Company property, freaks and geeks, home, disappearing clothes, stick, "blood, sweat and tears", careless, watching
Heroes, Bennet/Claude/Mohinder, what goes around comes around
Heroes, Bennet/Claude/Nathan, violence, accident, conflict of interest
Heroes, Bennet/Claude/Peter, Five Years Gone, leash, Star Wars, time travel
Heroes, Bennet/Claude/Peter/Mohinder, creative problem solving, strip poker
Heroes, Bennet/Claude/Sandra, flexibility
Heroes, Bennet/Elle, father figure
Heroes, Bennet/Haitian, Copy Kingdom, Ukraine, understanding
Heroes, Bennet/Isaac, so fucking special
Heroes, Bennet/Matt, repressed fantasies
Heroes, Bennet/Mohinder, red
Heroes, Bennet/Mohinder/Sylar, control
Heroes, Bennet/Nathan, sharks and bears, competition, pyjamas, family, army training, stress relief, flying kink, shooting range, uniform, advice, the man behind the curtain, bait and switch, excellent team, an inch below the heart, hair
Heroes, Bennet/Peter, trust, dark!Peter
Heroes, Bennet/Sandra, Prince Charming, forgiveness, Secret Agent Man
Heroes, Bennet/Sylar, long time no see, games, cat and mouse, trading cages
Heroes, Bennet/West, male bonding, falling
Heroes, Bennet/West/Zach, "Because I said so", lessons
Heroes, Bennet/Zach/Nathan, BDSM training
Heroes, Bob/Maury, not exceptionally pretty
Heroes, Bob/Mohinder, duty, blood
Heroes, Bob/Nakamura, the '70s, spiked punch, wigs, Groundhog Day, culture clash, fishing trip
Heroes, Bob/Peter, cell, prisoner
Heroes, Carlos Mendez, gen
Heroes, Chandra/Mohinder, worth or lack of
Heroes, Claire, the anti-zombie
Heroes, Claire/Haitian, windchimes
Heroes, Claire/Jessica, gore
Heroes, Claire/Niki, just want to feel safe in my own skin
Heroes, Claire/West, Petrellicest
Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear
Heroes, Derek/Alejandro, mistranslation
Heroes, Derek/Mr. Zern (Claire's S2 science teacher), what am I teaching again?, lunch break, parking lot, bizarre
Heroes, Derek/Sylar, nostalgia, brick, silent
Heroes, DL/Niki, afterlife, phase through
Heroes, Elle/Claire, detente, sparks, insidious, soft, "Like it rough, sweetie?", satin, duality, velvet
Heroes, Elle/Maya, dark, good deed
Heroes, Elle/Mohinder, toys, rescue, tease, shiver, Sylar, flinch, undeserving
Heroes, Elle/Mohinder/Sylar, voyeurism
Heroes, Elle/Monica, imitation, forget
Heroes, Elle/Niki, wicked, regret
Heroes, Elle/Peter, shock therapy
Heroes, Elle/Sylar, shiny new toys, Mohinder
Heroes, Gabriel/Chandra, beautifully broken
Heroes, Gabriel/Sylar, envy, man in the mirror, 'This is the end', the fix, Five Years Gone, hate you, forever, lost, protect, leave me alone, stay, balance cock, remember, fate, tangled, Christmas, sweets, brains, books, future, Dr. Jekyll and Mr Hyde, twisted, twin, broken
Heroes, Haitian/Peter, safe
Heroes, Heidi/Nathan & Monty & Simon & Peter, carols
Heroes, Hiro & dinosaurs, butterfly effect
Heroes, Hiro/Hiro, the unexpected emotional dangers of time travel
Heroes, Hiro/Matt/Bennet, language acquisition
Heroes, Hiro/Yaeko, own grandfather
Heroes, Janice/Simone, left behind
Heroes, Kimiko/Ando, bike
Heroes, Lyle/Elle, kidnapped
Heroes, Lyle/Haitian, forgotten
Heroes, Lyle/West, leash
Heroes, Nathan/Claude, resemblance, Bennet
Heroes, Matt/Candice, time travel, gone and forgotten
Heroes, Matt/Peter, secrets
Heroes, Maury/Angela, no right
Heroes, Maya/Alejandro, jealousy, sickness
Heroes, Micah/Sylar, "I can do that!", Heir apparent, prodigy, "It wasn't supposed to be like this.", on the road, displacement
Heroes, Micah/Simon and/or Monty, cycle, pounce
Heroes, Mohinder/Maya, Did you know him?, burn it to the ground, choking on the truth
Heroes, Mohinder/Nathan, stop, not 5YG, unresolved
Heroes, Mohinder/Niki, dominate, prisoner, language, ensurance trap, the replacements, back in the day
Heroes, Mohinder/Peter, bleeding heart
Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar, not devoid of charms, Chandra, internet, Bennet, No good deed goes unpunished, Bet you wish you hadn't done that..., scarf, forget, forgive, pink, I didn't do it, nobody saw me do it, you can't prove anything, cane, phone, glasses, father, fast food, mirrors, drowning, stolen, Bollywood, feather boa, houseboat, cashews, Taj Mahal, my hero, just forget, Indian summer, alone together, just between us, nature boy, smoky, fingers, sleet, jacket, electricity, villains, secret, we're a Romeo and Juliet with no end, a chance on a bright morning
Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar/Bennet, old friends, between a rock and a hard place
Heroes, Mohinder/Sylar/Gabriel, Candace's power
Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, dom!Mohinder, entertainment, the art of smirking, hotel room, resurrection, circles
Heroes, Molly & Micah, summer camp, school should be cancelled for the apocalypse
Heroes, Molly/Micah, Google Earth, GPS, orphans, saving the world
Heroes, Monica/Claire, sane, chance
Heroes, Monica/Ricky, ninjas vs. pirates
Heroes, Mr. Muggles/lizard!Mohinder, silly humans, toes
Heroes, Mr. Muggles/Lyle, robot
Heroes, Mr. Muggles/Sandra, owner
Heroes, Mr. Muggles/Sylar, I can kill you with my brain
Heroes, Nathan/Hiro, campaign trail
Heroes, Nathan/Matt, cargo jet, gunpowder, traped, Hell, windburn, fluffy, "Mach WHAT?"
Heroes, Nathan/Sylar, masks
Heroes, Peter, nurse work, lollipop
Heroes, Peter/Caitlin, careful
Heroes, Peter/Claire, genetic sexual attraction
Heroes, Peter/Claude, inevitable, puppy love, reunion, shock, cleanshaven
Heroes, Peter/Gabriel, bully, teach, descent, biblical, damned, youth, changes, "Why can't you fix me?", special, distraction, mouse, soft, cut, mommy issues, trust, that is just not right..., toes, I don't like it, fix you, watches, sins, 'We're the same', contentment, from these ashes
Heroes, Peter/Hiro, monsters, mistranslation
Heroes, Peter/Isaac, inheritance, growing up Company, keep tou
Heroes, Peter/Matt, headache
Heroes, Peter/Matt/Mohinder, healing
Heroes, Peter/Mohinder/Sylar, public, jealous
Heroes, Peter/Nathan, break my heart sometimes, unknown, high, necrophilia, wounds, sacrifice, Montreal, contrast, light, photograph, then the alarm clock rings
Heroes, Peter/Nathan/Adam, culling, necessary, faith, gamble, ambition
Heroes, Peter/Nathan/Adam/Sylar, diplomacy, dynamic, compelemtary, duct tape, weakest link,mortal, accomplish, compromises, faust
Heroes, Peter/Nathan/Heidi, two for the price of one, welcome to the family
Heroes, Peter/Nathan/Sylar, bitch, share, peacekeeping, split, whole, tentative, truce, wildcat, double penetration, Sylar sandwich, Peter sandwich, one-upmanship, stable, household, bonds, beloveds, unexpectedly functional, overwhelming, exaltation, gasp, triangles are the strongest shape
Heroes, Peter/future!Peter, lost
Heroes, Peter/Ricky, punishment, water, part of the family
Heroes, Peter/Peter/Sylar, ability
Heroes, Peter/Sylar, redemption, anything you can do i can do better, revenge, mothers, forbidden, cannibalism, Adam, "Whose side are you on?", nevermore, zombie, protection, deal with the devil, "How far are you willing to fall?", denial, slave. gutter, intoxicating, Godsend, nasty, rock (noun or verb), rock concert, captivity, strain, stab, milk, hope, frozen, squishy, ow!, hurt, cuddle, Gabriel, What the hell do you think you're doing?, It wasn't me, crossdress, tainted love, cockroach, little death, domestic, master, taste of forever, vampire, necrophilia, meet the family, happy ending, PTA, continents, messy divorce, ugly driver's license photo, knives, thunderclouds, unrestrained, Mass, penance, demons, forbidden, granite, in a cemetery
Heroes, Peter/Sylar/Gabriel, found out, killers, tainted, disease, eternity, First Noel, I forgive you, catch as catch can, prisoners, snow, THAT DOES NOT FIT IN THERE!, Do it again!, tickle, blood, this is insane..., warm, tied, watching, remind me again whose idea was this?, chocolate, dominance, cracked, blood fest, peace, double penetration, double trouble, mischevious
Heroes, Peter/Will, betrayal, prevention
Heroes, season 1!Peter/5YG!Sylar, payback
Heroes, Season 1!Peter/5YG!Peter, halcyon, innocence, reminder
Heroes, Season 1!Peter/5YG!Peter/Season 2!Amnesiac!Peter, explanations, correction, circumstances, destiny
Heroes, Season 1!Peter/Season 2!Peter, Nathan, accident,
Heroes, Ricky, iPods
Heroes, Shanti/Jessica, influence
Heroes, Sylar, Catholicism
Heroes, Sylar/Ando, not special
Heroes, Sylar/Hiro, remember, black and white
Heroes, Sylar/Maya, twist
Heroes, the Twelve, New Years Eve party, office orgy, free-for-all
Heroes, Victoria/Angela, elegance
Heroes, Victoria/Anyone, the SuperSekrit Sekrit of Strain 147
Heroes, West/Zach, Claire

Jeremiah, Jeremiah/Markus, sickness, healing, soldier, protector, control, smile

Red Haven, Maurina d'Jorian/Vivale, allegiance, highway, haven
Red Haven, Rayne/Angilo, winter in Chicago, arrangement, halfway

Rome, Antony, for them, soldier, shiver
Rome, Brutus/Antony, honorable men, wish, encounter, hands, acknowledge, chevauche
Rome, Caesar/Antony, slave, devotion, offering, slice, anywhere, plans, toast, blood
Rome, Caesar/Antony/Vorenus, toy, trapped
Rome, Cicero/Antony, power play, doubt, nails, stories, skinning
Rome, Octavian/Antony
Rome, Octavian/Vorenus
Rome, Vorenus, underworld, gang lord
Rome, Vorenus/Pullo, Niobe, brother, white and red, any

Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney, home, caught in the act, trapped
Stargate: Atlantis, John/Rodney/Ronon/Teyla, stranded, marriage, family, cling
Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney/Teyla, the best surprise

Stargate SG-1, Jack, geek cred

Star Wars, Jaina/Jag, captain cardboard
Star Wars, Ordo/Fi, drinks
Star Wars, Wedge/Tycho, prisoner of war
Star Wars, Wedge/Wes, yub yub
Star Wars, Zekk/Jag/Kyp, rivalry

Tin Man, Azkadellia & DG, skipping stones, nursery rhymes, mother, magic, encouragement, guide
Tin Man, Azkadellia & the Witch, struggle, surrender, regrets, thoguhts, speaking to the wind, brand, vessel, sympathy, lonely, prisoner, shattered, betrayed, prey
Tin Man, Cain, out of control, hat
Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, threat, lazy sunshine, endearments, zipper, star, trust, tufts, twist, Jeb, build, home, respect, my hero, "Good morning, sweetheart", opposites attract, broken, sacrifice, owe, hypothermia, therapy, heart, issues of masculinity, optimism, boy scout syndrome, cure, twinkle-toes, dancing lessons, partner, rhythm, oooh, deep well
Tin Man, Cain/Milo, working, photography, Zero's first wife, pressure, "pull the knob out and twist the red thing", compliance
Tin Man, Cain/Mystic Man, mine, oath, key, show business, protective detail
Tin Man, Cain/Zero, bitter, spite, shock, blade, edge, slice, a few days later, comeuppance, "all the times I could have killed you", denial, why Edora had to die, grudging mercy, in the end, can't, trapped, rank, leather, eager, "pick up on the trail", discovery, de Milo's table, deception, smirk, abuse, police brutality, family, iron cage, glass, fall, cynicism, restraint, nine lives
Tin Man, DG/Azkadellia, dark, violated, little sister, forgiveness, bonds, the next voice you hear, dancing, caged, control
Tin Man, DG/Cain, inappropriate, not a crush, grief, moving on, a better world
Tin Man, DG/Glitch, reboot, crush, magic, proposal, blush, fitting in, awkward, keeping warm, sneaking out, scarecrow, there's no place like home
Tin Man, DG/Glitch/Cain, wanderlust, rhythm, safe, loved, guardians, strange customs
Tin Man, DG/Jeb, reconstruction, clash, philosophical differences, tested, gew up too fast, challenge, argument, civil disagreement, expertise, unfamiliar, arrogant, rehabilitation, clay
Tin Man, Glitch (Ambrose)/the Queen, 1208, steward, brocade, portrait, service, steadfast, inventions, delight, watching over the princesses, leaves, ripples, "as if she were my own", reverence, influence, support, harp, fiesty, loyal, advice, worry, shadows, shoulder, concern, care, devotion
Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge
Tin Man, Queen/Ahamo, first impressions, in dreams

Torchwood, Jack/Ianto, that time again, the chase, hide and seek, shiver, cliched, library, footrace, mosh pit, fires
Torchwood, Jack/Ianto/Tosh/Gwen/Owen, sex pollen
Torchwood, Ianto/Tosh, comfort

Vampire: The Masquerade, Caine/Zillah, glorious future
Vampire: The Masquerade, Camarilla/Sabbat, Romeo and Juliet
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), Claire Whitman, soul, wander, embrace, Los Angeles
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), Claire Whitman & Eco Raizolde & Karasu Temari & Matthias Sedlow, binary
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), Miyake Sora & Matthias Sedlow, grass
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), Karasu Temari, whip, murder, entrancement
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), Karasu Temari & Miyake Sora, martial arts, Toreador clan flaw, Japanese pride, disagreement
Vampire: The Masquerade (Dead City Productions), William Lords, visionary

Crossover, Angel/Heroes, Cordelia/Claire, glow, princess
Crossover, Angel/Heroes, Wesley/Mohinder, daddy issues
Crossover, Battlestar Galactica/Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Anya/Gaeta, vengeance
Crossover, Battlestar Galactica/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Gaeta, hunter, snow
Crossover, Battlestar Galactica/The Golden Compass, Gaeta/Serafina Pekkala, stranded, mortal
Crossover, Battlestar Galactica/Casino Royale, Bond/Gaeta, mark, intriguing, fling, Istanbul
Crossover, Brotherhood/Heroes, Angela/Rose Cork, understanding
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Adam/Angel, immortal
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Adam/Spike/Druscilla, Italy
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Bennet/Mayor, glasses
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Bob/Mayor, "our little girls"
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Buffy/Claire, destructo girl, cheerleaders kick ass
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Elle/Faith, slusho
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Faith/Sylar, the wrong kind of special
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Mohinder & Giles, surrogate
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Mohinder/Spike, ignorance
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Future!Peter/vamp!Xander, power
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Heroes, Sylar/Spike, two-by-four
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Pushing Daisies, Anya/Olive, hopelessly devoted to you
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Tin Man, Giles & Glitch, advisors
Crossover, Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Tin Man, Zero/Spike, overlords, exasperated, cut
Crossover, Casino Royale/The Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, razor, shaving cream, beard, recruitment, fascinating, parallel, match, persuasion, Authority, married women
Crossover, Casino Royale/The Golden Compass, Bond/Serafina Pekkala, scars, drowning, sarcasm, echo, unexpected, eerie
Crossover, Casino Royale/The Golden Compass, M/Lee Scoresby, Yank, culture clash, hat, surprise, chivalry, armaments
Crossover, Casino Royale/The Golden Compass, Serafina Pekkala/Villiers, wanderings, sweet, information, widening gyre
Crossover, Casino Royale/Tin Man, Bond/Cain, agent, spy
Crossover, Casino Royale/Tin Man, Glitch/Villiers, information retrieval, quirks, sunsrise, frazzled
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Mohinder/Baltar, slime, for science, virus, curls, lazy, jargon, shark
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Mohinder/Baltar/Head!Six, fear
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Mirror!Niki/Jessica/Baltar/Head!Six, distractions
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Six/Elle, instinct
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Peter/Gaeta, essence
Crossover, Heroes/Battlestar Galactica, Peter/Anders, play
Crossover, Heroes/Casino Royale, Bond/Bennet, delicate, vulnerable, manipulation
Crossover, Heroes/The Colbert Report, Nathan/Character!Stephen, Republican, Democrat, bathroom
Crossover, Heroes/Dr. Who, Sylar/9, "Rose, your new pet is well emo..."
Crossover, Heroes/Dr. Who, Sylar/10, Much fun can be had 'Sylaring' Daleks
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Asriel/daemon verse!Mohinder, India, imperial
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Sylar, useful, authority
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Mrs. Coulter/Bennet, children, the system, confidential, morally grey, slippery slope
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Mrs. Coulter/Adam, perfect, improvement, ends justify the means
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Mrs. Coulter/Nathan, Machiavellian
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Mrs. Coulter/Sandra, prophecy, pistol, protection, obscurity, fingernails, image, motherhood
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Sandra/Lee Scoresby, Texan
Crossover, Heroes/The Golden Compass, Sandra/Mary Mallone, common sense, vibe, extraordinary girls
Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair"
Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/Bennet, symptoms
Crossover, Heroes/House MD, Mohinder/Chase, syringe
Crossover, Heroes/House MD, Mohinder/Foreman, selfish
Crossover, Heroes/House MD, Peter/Cameron, impossible
Crossover, Heroes/Veronica Mars, Elle/Veronica, undercover
Crossover, Heroes/Tin Man, Azkadellia & Sylar, group therapy
Crossover, Heroes/Tin Man, Bennet/Cain, drinks and sympathy
Crossover, Heroes/Tin Man, Mohinder/Glitch, brains
Crossover, Heroes/Tin Man, Niki/Azkadellia, remnants and echoes
Crossover, Heroes/Weeds, Zach/Josh, secrets
Crossover, Heroes/X-Files, Dana Scully/Audrey Hanson, basement, Mulder
Crossover, Firefly/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Operative, cause
Crossover, Firefly/The Golden Compass, Inara/Mrs. Coulter, men
Crossover, Firefly/The Golden Compass, Lee Scoresby/Malcolm Reynolds, gunslinging, dust-up, serenity, ship, that dang rabbit
Crossover, Firefly/Tin Man, River & Glitch, engineered malfunctions
Crossover, Pan's Labyrinth/The Golden Compass, Lyra & Ophelia, deep, adventure
Crossover, Rome/Battlestar Galactica, Gaeta/Vorenus, principles, rescue, pure, soldiers
Crossover, Rome/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Antony, standard, the souls of men, rope, war, army
Crossover, Stargate SG-1/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Paul Davis, superviser, organizing, logistics, talented, competence
Crossover, Tin Man/The Golden Compass, Asriel/Cain, heartless, betrayal, wall, motherfucking badass
Crossover, Tin Man/The Golden Compass, Cain/Lee Scoresby, battered, calloused, grind, trace, survivors, weathered, pistol, interruption, tough, ride, belt loops, belt(s), back-up, reliable, scrap, sharpshoot, sheriff, tumbleweed, whittle, tyrants, fed up, critters, holster, back-to-back in a firefight, those crazy amazing little girls with prophecies about them that we have to protect so that they can save the world

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Go make some ficlets, guys!

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seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 cerebel 2007-12-21 06:06 am UTC (link)

Mohinder doesn’t know where he is, but it doesn’t particularly concern him. The bare hardwood is worn smooth, by decades, by generations of passage – the stairs are uneven, oddly balanced, and they creak with every step Mohinder descends. His palm slides along the railing, polished bright, and he knows (he knows) that the last step won’t creak, that the wood along the edge is rough (check for splinters), that there are eighteen steps in this staircase and that the end of the rail is carved like the head of a tiger. He knows this staircase intimately, and yet he’s never seen it before. Sunlight whispers through the windows, clouded with frost, weak with the strain of winter. A thin beam falls across Mohinder’s eyes, and it blinds him, for a moment, but he doesn’t blink. Outside, all he can see is a glowing white. There must have been a snowstorm, he thinks, and he doesn’t remind himself that it’s summer, not winter. The doorknob is cold, in his hand. The metal looks as though it’s been caught in mid-flow – like a frozen waterfall. But he turns it – of course he does – and forces the door open, against the weight of the outdoors. A figure, dressed in grey, turns – startled – and meets Mohinder’s eyes. “Sylar,” says Mohinder. Not shocked, not defensive. Not afraid. He shifts his stance into the doorway, blocking the path into the house. Sylar looks different, Mohinder clarifies, to himself. He noticed it, all in a rush, the instant before he spoke, but now – it’s in the shoulders, like Sylar is trying to relax, trying to slip in as confident and easy as he always did. But there’s tension, and it’s not so difficult to spot. “What are you doing here?” asks Mohinder. Sylar glances away, to a tree dipped in ice. “I took a chance,” he tells Mohinder. “You’d better come in, then,” and Mohinder gets the fleeting impression of a decade of conversation, of explaining and tears and forgiveness, all slipping past with the strength of a handful of seconds. ~*~ Mohinder awakens in his own apartment, the sheets in a hopeless tangle. He extricates himself, half-falling onto the floor. Wonders, for a moment, why the weather outside is so warm. ~*~ “He was caught almost six hours ago,” says Bennet, coolly. “He didn’t have time to know what hit him.” Mohinder steps up to the glass, a strange, sinking twist inside his stomach. Inside the cell, Sylar’s eyes open – he doesn’t look around, doesn’t have the least moment of disorientation. Instead, his gaze flicks straight to Mohinder. Slowly, steadily, Sylar gets to his feet. Doesn’t break eye contact. Mohinder keys the intercom. “Not a good idea,” murmurs Bennet. “What are you doing here?” asks Mohinder. To Sylar. The question doesn’t quite make sense, he feels, but he needs the answer. He needs – “I took a chance,” rasps Sylar. Mohinder flicks off the intercom, steadying himself against the wall. “Are you ready?” asks Bennet. “To do what?” “To kill him.” Mohinder pauses; a half-formed “what if” trembles, uncertainly, on his tongue. “Mohinder.” “Yes,” says Mohinder. “I am.” “Good,” says Bennet. “It’s about time.” (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 shimmeree 2007-12-21 06:15 am UTC (link)
	Yay! So good! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-21 06:43 am UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-21 06:29 am UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-21 06:44 am UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - bedofbones, 2007-12-21 08:06 am UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-21 11:28 pm UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-21 04:36 pm UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-21 11:28 pm UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - nowhack, 2007-12-28 01:43 pm UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - cerebel, 2008-01-04 08:03 pm UTC

Re: seasons, heroes, mohinder/sylar, a chance on a bright morning, pg-13 - yetanothermask, 2008-01-16 02:45 am UTC

Not Jealous, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, married women, NC-17, painplay, narcissism vibishan 2007-12-21 06:37 am UTC (link)

Full Fic James reached out and brushed the backs of two fingers across Asriel’s cheek. He almost expected to get shocked, feel a jolt or pain or tingle or something, but there was nothing but smooth skin and rough beard. “Don’t think about her.” Asriel’s eyes flicked up to his, sharp and clear and bright blue. God, thought James, is this really the effect I have on people? He slid his hands through familiar-feeling hair and at an unfamiliar angle, bringing their mouths together for a kiss. They suffered a moment of awkwardness, adjusting to the fact that they both automatically positioned their heads at the exact same angle, but then something slipped into place, and they fit together perfectly. James climbed onto Asriel’s lap, and their bodies matched too, locking together with effortless ease. They kissed slowly, drawing out the taste of each other under all the tones of the Tokay, acquainting their identically shaped lips, while James rubbed his smooth jaw against Asriel’s beard, delighting in the texture and the exoticism of their most obvious difference. When Asriel reached forward to undo James’s robe, and James slid his fingers across Asriel’s chest to unbutton his shirt, they didn’t need to coordinate, moving in harmony without a thought. James bit Asriel’s neck, just where it met the shoulder, teeth digging in as hard as he always wished his lovers dared to bite him. Asriel moaned just like he did and raked his fingernails down James’s bare back hard enough to raise welts. James bit at Asriel’s collarbone, marking a path down his chest in rings of red teeth marks, pausing to suck viciously at a nipple. Asriel gripped his arse hard enough to bruise. James bucked his hips into Asriel’s stomach, smearing precum. Asriel grinned and released one hand to stroke James, exactly the way he liked. James lifted himself up and moved down Asriel’s legs far enough to rub their cocks, as flawlessly matched as the rest of them, together in Asriel’s hand, the fingers just the shape of his, though the calluses were in slightly different places. Suddenly Asriel reached out with his other hand, and the leopard disdainfully spat at small tube of lubricant into it. “Handy,” James remarked. “They are helpful,” Asriel conceded with a grin. Stellmaria settled herself beside the chair, kneading the carpet with her claws and purring deeply. James meticulously worked the lube over both of their erections as Asriel slid one, two, three slick fingers into him in quick succession. It wasn’t enough, and he wasn’t ready, and it was exactly what both of them wanted. Asriel slammed up into him, and their deep groans resonated between their chests, the two sounds bleeding into each other, indistinguishable. Asriel’s hands clenched painfully around James’s hips, while James dug his fingernails into the fading bite marks on Asriel’s chest, making Asriel hiss and fuck him harder. James arched in pleasure and tweaked Asriel’s nipples, hard. They kissed, wet and deep and a little bloody, as they sucked and bit what felt like random, but worked too well. James licked the coppery tang, mingled with the liquor and their own taste. James moved faster, taking Asriel as deep as he could, viscerally enthralled by the raw pleasure of getting fucked, a luxury he rarely trusted his partner enough to indulge in. Asriel kept the pace without lessening the punishing power of each thrust. He came with a muffled scream as James bit his shoulder hard enough to just break the skin. Asriel’s shudders against him and in him, and that noise, so intimately, carnally recognized, shoved James over the brink, and he shook to pieces in Asriel’s hold. They panted, heavy breaths puffing in unison, foreheads resting against each others as they came down. “No more…fucking my wife,” Asriel gasped eventually, his hands curling around James possessively. “Next time, I will be jealous.” (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Not Jealous, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, married women, NC-17, painplay, narcissi furius 2007-12-21 07:13 am UTC (link)
	I I ....OMG OMG OMG OMG Asriel has sex in a fic! The year I learnt about slash..... *dies* But...Asriel..married? Lol. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Not Jealous, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, married women, NC-17, painplay, narcissi - vibishan, 2007-12-21 07:22 am UTC

Re: Not Jealous, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, married women, NC-17, painplay, narcissi - airspaniel, 2007-12-21 04:38 pm UTC

Re: Not Jealous, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, Bond/Asriel, married women, NC-17, painplay, narcissi - vibishan, 2007-12-21 06:38 pm UTC

A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G vibishan 2007-12-21 07:06 am UTC (link)

“Psst. Psst. Roger!” Roger jerked awake and his eyes flew open. Billy Costa’s head hung upside down from the bunk above him. “Wot?” “I wanna get that nurse somefing awful.” “Tell me in the morning,” Roger pleaded. “It’s like this. The nurses set out our meals before we go into the commisary, right, so I was thinkin’ –” “Can’t you tell me later? I want sleep.” “No. I’m telling you the plan now, so we can pull it off before breakfast.” Roger groaned. It was like having Lyra back, but without the skirts. And Billy didn’t punch him as much. The thing about Lyra's plans, and Billy’s too, Roger felt sure, was that no matter his objections, he always ended up doing what she wanted anyway. “Fine. Wot’s the plan?” Shortly afterward, Roger found himself crawling through the space above the ceiling panels, counting off the distance from the tile over Billy’s bunk to the kitchens. They jumped onto clean steel coutertops. Billy opened the huge ice box and started pulling out everything he could find that went bad quickly, and started spreading all of it all over the room. “You realize we prolly won’t get any breakfast?” Roger pointed out. Billy rolled his eyes. “Some of us can handle a few skippies.” Roger bristled; he’d been sent to bed without supper his fair share of times, usually when Lyra had talked him into an escapade just like this one. Of course, that was what made it fun. And even though the sacred battle lines back at Oxford had strictly forbidden it, the Gyptian boy made a good ally here. * “Roger.” Billy shook slightly, and Ratter had her paws on her head, her tail whipping nervously. Salcilia became a ferret and curled around Ratter, stroking her gently with little paws. Ratter nuzzled Salcilia’s neck. “Wossamatter?” Roger asked. “The nurse – she jus’ told us – we’s gonna get th’operation today.” Billy shivered. Roger swallowed. He stood and hugged Billy as hard as he could. Billy shoved him away. “M’fine. We don’ even know wot th’stupid operation does anyways.” “Maybe you really will get sent home.” Billy looked at him like that was the stupidest thing he’d ever heard. None of the kids taken before them had ever come back. “Still,” Roger tried, “It might not be awful.” “Yeah, maybe,” Billy muttered. Roger held up a deck of plain, station-issue cards. “You wanna?” “Yeah, alright.” Billy whipped Roger at Swift, Roger scraped a win at Raqi, and then Billy soundly defeated him at Fancy Jack. Roger didn’t mind. It was fun to play with Billy, with his exuberant noises when he slammed his cards down and his crazy Gyptian boat-rules. It made the games exciting and exhilarating, almost like being back on the streets of Oxford again, instead of trapped in a clean room in a sterile building at the north pole. After the last game, Billy looked away silently, biting his lip. Apparently the distraction had worn thin. “You know, I ent ever had a kiss, ‘ceptin me Ma.” “Yeah?” Roger thought about saying, me neither, but Billy didn’t need a conversation, he just needed to talk. “Dunno wot happens in there, but I’d kind of like to get kissed first. You know, just to have done it, an’ all.” “Marcie thinks Gyptians are dashing. She might kiss you,” Roger suggested dubiously. Billy made a face. “Girls are icky.” Roger, mentally excepting Lyra, who didn’t really count anyway, nodded in agreement. Billy scowled, thinking. “You could kiss me,” he decided at last. “Wot?” “You. I mean, we get ‘long alright, an’ you ent half bad, for a colleger. An’ I want a kiss.” “Okay,” Roger said at last. Before he lost his nerve, he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto Billy’s. Billy pressed back, and it felt squishy and hard at the same time, and a little wet where they’d both licked their lips out of nervousness a second before, and Billy tasted like bland station pancakes but underneath that, a little like sea salt. Salcilia turned back into her usual beagle shape and licked Ratter’s nose. Ratter squeaked happily and nipped her ear. Roger took the chance of catching Billy’s hand in his own, and this time Billy let him, while Ratter snuggled into Salcilia’s belly on the floor. Billy swung his legs and they waited, just like that, until the nurse came to take Billy away. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G cerebel 2007-12-21 07:12 am UTC (link)
	Aw. That was *cute*. And really felt in-character, for the two of them. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - vibishan, 2007-12-21 07:19 am UTC

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - fool_of_ships, 2007-12-21 07:21 pm UTC

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - vibishan, 2007-12-22 04:37 am UTC

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-22 02:12 am UTC

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - vibishan, 2007-12-22 04:36 am UTC

Re: A Game of Fancy Jack, Golden Compass, Billy/Roger, allies, scared, G - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-22 04:40 am UTC

aurora, crossover: battlestar galactica/the golden compass, gaeta/asriel, hunter, snow, r cerebel 2007-12-21 07:48 am UTC (link)

LINK TO FULL VERSION ~*~ It’s only his expectations, really, that are thwarted. Lord Asriel expects the aurora to burn, fierce and cold in the sky; he expects the snow to whip into his eyes, the wind to rise against him. He expects to see the city in the lights. But then – But then, something happens that he doesn’t expect. He sees the speck, falling from the sky, only seconds before it hits. Shades his eyes, against the light, and watches, carefully, as the speck resolves into a dot, the dot into a shape, the shape – into a person. The person falls, strangely softly, into the show, half-obscured by the windstorm. Asriel pauses, for a moment; whoever it is doesn’t make a move, doesn’t stand. Unhurried, Asriel moves to the sledge, pulls a bag open, and fishes inside. The stranger is still as Asriel approaches him – yes, it is a him. Wearing some sort of uniform, hands are bare, no overcoat. No – No daemon. Asriel pauses for a moment, in reflexive revulsion, but he calms himself, pushes it out of his mind. Asriel scans the sky, but there’s too much snow, now, and the aurora is gone. Can’t be helped. Asriel lifts the stranger, easily, and sets him down on the furs, on the sledge. If he’s going to survive, they have to get inside – quickly. ~*~ “What are you?” asks Felix. “You’re doing this work – and it’s important, it’s critical, and you’re just alone here, out in the ice. For all I know, you and – and him – could be the only people in this entire world.” He pauses, to take a breath, then – “So, what are you?” “A hunter,” says Asriel, shortly. “And what exactly are you hunting?” Asriel meets Felix’s eyes, and lets the question answer itself. Felix looks away first. ~*~ It doesn’t take Asriel long to get Felix in his bed. He flushes, when Asriel corners him – invisible, under the color of his skin, but Asriel can feel the heat through his fingertips. Felix inhales, and Asriel catches him then, off-guard, relentless, until Felix’s lips soften beneath his, until he feels the touch of Felix’s tongue. “Don’t,” Felix protests, quiet, and Asriel coaxes him into another kiss, another. Felix is breathless, then, and his eyes are closed – still, but he’s struggling, inside. Struggling to no avail – Asriel has him, under the freshly warmed furs on his bed. Felix seems hesitant, torn, and still shocked, somehow, that someone like Asriel would choose someone like him. And Asriel uses every ounce of that power in binding Felix to him. Felix twists under him, in the rush of his pleasure, and Asriel soothes him through the aftermath – this is the real art. Not the foreplay (though he savors that, too – the tension, the flirting, the catch) but the few moments when Asriel can make sure – make sure – that the one he’s seduced is his. He knows he’s won, by the time Felix falls asleep. ~*~ “I’m beginning a war,” he tells Felix, his hand outstretched. “Will you fight with me?” The aurora shifts endlessly, in the sky; Felix reaches up, and takes Asriel’s hand. “I will,” he answers. Edited at 2007-12-21 07:48 am UTC (Reply to this)

Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G vowel_in_thug 2007-12-21 07:50 am UTC (link)

(very nervous about this, did it on a whim) Peter could feel the pain, even in the dream. The unbearable heat, pumping through his veins, through the marrow of his bones. Pouring like wine down his throat, into his brain, a burning white light that just burned brighter as his brother came closer, and people – strangers and friends – ran down the empty city with fear on their faces. Nathan stood before him, and Peter couldn’t hold it in anymore. He exploded. He jolted upright, a horrified scream falling from his dry lips. Wires and IVs pulled at his skin as he took in the beeping monitors, the sweaty sheets twisted around his legs, the harsh hospital lights. “Was that you screaming?” said a voice behind him. “I thought a candy stripper had spotted a cockroach in the corner.” Peter wiped around, but the man was already limping over to his bed. He used his cane to drag a chair over to the side of his bed, and sat down. “I was going to be a hero,” he said, gesturing to his cane. “Chicks dig that.” “Who are you?” Peter rasped. He coughed for a good minute before the man rolled his eyes and pulled over a side table with a jug of water, and left Peter to help himself. “I am the latest doctor who has no idea what’s wrong with you,” he said. “I’m Doctor House.” “What’s wrong with me?” Peter asked after he was down gulping down two glasses of water. “Well, obviously it’s something connected to your hearing,” said House. “Now, listen, uh. Kid.” “My name’s Peter.” “You bet it is. Now, Mommy Dearest has called in all of the world’s Finest doctors and physicians and diagnosticians – like yours truly – to find out exactly what you did to put yourself in a two-week beauty sleep.” “I didn’t do anything.” “Of course you didn’t. You look like a...swell guy, really upstanding. Good hair, a little stroke mouth but hey, girls like strange things these days. A few of them have even liked me, so if that doesn’t give you hope, nothing will.” “Oh my god,” said Peter. He wasn’t even listening to the doctor anymore. He had just remembered everything. Odessa, Sylar, healing himself, reading minds. Claire. The bomb. “The bomb.” Dr. House blinked. “Right,” he said. “It’s the bomb. But– ” “No, you don’t understand,” said Peter, already pulling off the wires stuck to his forehead. “I have to stop it. I have to stop me. I– ” “No, I think that’s something I have to do.” He put his hand on Peter’s chest, pushing him back down. It lingered for a minute, before retreating. “Now, look. Your mommy has promised $50,000 in cash to any doctors who figures out what the hell is wrong with you, and I owe Wilson a dinner or fifty. So, how about this, you tell me whatever drug you OD on, and I’ll give you 10% of the money.” “No, you don’t get it!”said Peter, who started to struggle again. “Fine, I’ll make it 20%. But then you owe me a dinner, too.” “What?” said Peter. “Don’t you get it? New York is going to explode!” “Well, then I’m hoping to be safely back in New Jersey when that happens, with my fifty-thousand.” “But–!” “Fine, forty-thousand.” “Look,” said Peter, grasping onto the doctor’s forearm. Peter looked into his piercing blue eyes, ready to plea with him, but then sighed. “I’ll give you a hundred-thousand if you get me out of here.” House paused. “You’re a nurse. You don’t have a hundred-thousand.” “If my mother has it, then so do I. Just get me out of here.” “How do I know that’s true?” he asked. “Everybody lies.” “Look, you said it yourself. I’m really upstanding. I’m good for the money, and if I’ll make sure my mother knows you were hear when I woke up and that you cured me, okay? You’ll get your money.” They stared at each other for a good long time. Then, House helped Peter pull off the wires and get out of bed. “I was lying before,”said House as he helped Peter get into his clothes. “I wasn’t gonna help any girl out with a cockroach. They’re icky. But you do really have nice hair.” “Uh,” said Peter. “Thanks.” He was just about to leave when Dr. House called out to him. “Do you really think New York going to explode?” Peter looked at Dr. House seriously. “Not if I stop it first.” “Good then,” said House, walking closer to him. “Because I still want that dinner.” (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G vibishan 2007-12-21 08:15 am UTC (link)
	Cute. I love House's haggling. (Reply to this) (Parent)

Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G - cerebel, 2007-12-21 06:40 pm UTC

Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G - fool_of_ships, 2007-12-21 07:23 pm UTC

Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G - nowhack, 2007-12-23 01:20 am UTC

Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G - kuwdora, 2007-12-23 07:34 am UTC

Re: Crossover, Heroes/House MD, House/S1!Peter, "nice hair", G - shimmeree, 2007-12-28 05:50 am UTC

A Fine Arrangement, Crossover, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, M/Lee, culture clash, yank, PG vibishan 2007-12-21 10:04 am UTC (link)

M bristled as Scoresby spun in his chair and propped his boots up on his already messy desk. “So. Your little secretary man mentioned you wanting discreet air-drop for a few…colleagues, in rather…tempestuous places.” “That’s correct.” M disliked this entire set-up; the man had no right to demand to talk to her personally, it wasn’t her position to do this – but he was one of the few pilots willing to fly agents into sub-Saharan war zone who wasn’t more mercenary than the soldiers on the ground, and the only one whose promise of total confidentiality had so far proved genuine. Her agents deserved the safest transport she could get them. “We would…appreciate a standing arrangement, one that could provide both reliable and discreet service whenever needed.” “Whenever – Lady, I have a smuggling racket to run. Just because it’s vittles and meds instead of guns, drugs, and blood diamonds don’t mean I don’t have contacts to keep and business to conduct. I ain’t gonna be your sky ferry any moment you drop the hat.” M scowled. “Whenever needed, as amended to account for your schedule, Mr. Scoresby. If that will be sufficient?” she snapped. He swung his legs off his desk and faced her properly. “Well, I reckon an arrangement like that might just be a feather in both of our caps.” He grabbed a scrap of loose paper and scrawled a figure, sliding it towards her. “Per drop, plus expenses, and compensation for any damage.” She barely glanced at the number. They could afford it, making the numbers work was accounting’s job anyway, and if she would be trusting her agent’s lives to this drawling cowboy, she wanted him to be absolutely satisfied with the deal. “Done,” she declared. He smiled a broad, roguish grin that made her stomach flutter in a totally unacceptable way and snatched up the paper. He pulled a tin of tobacco from his desk drawer and rolled himself a rough cigarette out of the evidence. He lit it with a match instead of a lighter, the elegant flickering taking her back to her rookie days spying under Stalin, when she chain-smoked some days just to save matches. He leaned back and blew out a long stream of rich blue smoke. M took a deep breath and shifted, uncomfortably. “Oh, I’m sorry –” Scoresby offered instantly, “That bother you?” M shook her head. “Actually, I like it a bit too much.” He nodded knowingly. “Quitter?” “Fifteen years ago.” Scoresby grinned again. “Good on you. But as for me – well, what’s life without the little vices? It ain’t like I’m gonna be dyin’ of cancer anyhow.” His eyes flicked over her, appraising, then approving. “Quite frankly, ma’am, you probably won’t either.” M pursed her lips. “Nevertheless, I am not going to gamble away what is left of my health based on your cavalier attitude.” He sucked in another lungsful of smoke and released it with a bilious sigh. “Let me take you to dinner sometime?” he asked casually. M narrowed her eyes. “I don’t date,” she said firmly. “You mean, you ain’t dated recently. But you can. It’s up to you.” “Listen, you bloody impertinent Yank –” “Did you just call me a yankee?” he demanded. “I ain’t gonna stand for that kind of talk.” “Well I don –” He leaned over the table and kissed her, the flavors of tobacco and whiskey and jerky swirling together as he teased her lips apart, nibbling and suckling and then slipping his tongue past them, licking gently in her mouth. She reached up and wound her hands in the long strands of his silver white hair, tugging him closer as she thrust her tongue in his mouth and tugged his lip hard with her teeth. He pressed the kiss harder for another second, then withdrew. He stepped around the desk, swiped off his hat to give her small, polite bow, and held open the door. She glared at him. “I’m perfectly capable of getting the door,” He winked. “No need to get fussy. It’s just Southern courtesy.” She frowned, but accepted the gesture. Just before he closed the behind her, she nodded briskly. “Dinner. Tomorrow, eight o’clock, at Mariazza’s. Dress sharp.” He smiled that smile again, and M permitted herself the pleasure of smirking wickedly back. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: A Fine Arrangement, Crossover, Casino Royale/Golden Compass, M/Lee, culture clash, yank, PG cerebel 2007-12-21 11:26 pm UTC (link)
	LOL. I can't believe you actually wrote this and it almost makes sense. I still can't brain it properly, but you did a fantastic job. (Reply to this) (Parent)

He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 tju_tju_tju_tju 2007-12-21 11:08 pm UTC (link)

Peter watched out of the corner of his eye as Adam crossed his arms and stared out the window. “What’re you looking at?” Peter asked, and immediately felt ridiculous. He probably could’ve thought of a better way to phrase that. “People,” Adam said casually, rubbing the fabric on his jacket with his thumb. “They’re rather like ants, don’t you think, Peter?” He raised an eyebrow. “In what way?” “Scuttling along, unaware of how infinitely… large the universe really is. Most people are unable to grasp that.” He looked over. “But you and I… we’re a rather different story, aren’t we?” “I… I don’t really follow,” he said, and gulped, the way Adam was looking at him making him slightly uncomfortable - albeit not in an entirely unpleasant way. “We’re aware of what we’re capable of, the things we can do… we can save the world, Peter. Change it. Make it better. And do you know why?” He bit his lip and shrugged. He was kind of lost, he had to admit, although the way Adam’s eyes were raking over his body wasn’t really helping. Adam licked his lips and leaned in close on Peter’s ear, breathing tantalizingly on his skin. “Because we’re Gods. And we can do anything.” Peter opened his mouth, but no words came out, just heavy breathing and his ears growing hot as Adam refused to pull away, his lips almost touching Peter’s lobe. “I know you want this,” he whispered, and Peter shivered involuntarily. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, very unconvincingly, and Adam chuckled. “You’re not as good a liar as you think, you know,” he said, and then his lips dipped and grazed his jaw line, and Peter gasped and nearly ran off the road. “Careful, now. Don’t want to get into an accident. Stealing another car would be a rather inconvenient task.” His fingers brushed at the hollow between his collarbone and his throat, and his lips made their way down his neck, slow and soft. He couldn’t control the shudders and the spreading warmness on his skin as Adam rubbed a splayed hand across his chest, mouth sucking on his throat. “I suggest you pull over,” he said quietly. “W-we don’t have time,” Peter said jerkily, although every inch of him was screaming for it. “We have to get to Victoria’s house… we have to find out where - ” A strangled cry broke out as Adam’s fingers deftly found their way under his shirt and began creeping up his bare chest. “We have to find… out… the virus…” “Are you sure?” Adam kissed the corner of Peter’s mouth. He nodded. “If you insist.” He slowly pulled away, and it felt as though every part of him that Adam had touched burned with a fiery heat. “Later,” Peter said, a little more forcefully than he intended. “After we destroy the virus.” Adam smirked. “As you wish.” He turned to face out the window again. Peter kept driving. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 airspaniel 2007-12-22 12:56 am UTC (link)
	Oh, this is delightful! I like to think that this is exactly what happened on that drive to Victoria's we didn't see. All that delicious tension! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-22 01:12 am UTC

Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 - entangled_now, 2007-12-22 01:20 pm UTC

Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-22 04:35 pm UTC

Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 - yetanothermask, 2008-01-05 02:35 am UTC

Re: He gives me fever, Heroes, Peter/Adam, "They're like ants", pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2008-01-05 02:55 am UTC

Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 airspaniel 2007-12-22 01:07 am UTC (link)

Jeb understood the concept of poetic justice, so when his father locked the madman Zero away in the suit, he stood stone and said nothing. It pleased him to imagine it, Zero’s screams for mercy, the day when those screams would stop and he would realize that, for him, there would be nothing else. To imagine his body, lean and pale, stripped of his leather and armor; slowly wasting away day by day, until there was nothing left but dust, rattling in agony. It never failed to bring a smile to his face. What Jeb did not understand was why his father had let the man go. “If we kill him, son, we’re no better than he is.” Jeb didn’t care about that. The only thing he cared about was revenge. But he could be patient. He was good at being patient. And in time, he found his opportunity. “Hello, Jeb,” Zero greeted him mirthlessly. “Come to finish the job?” Jeb drew his gun, holding it in front of himself like a talisman. “Shut up,” he spat, advancing slowly. “I won’t stop you.” And indeed the man lowered his head, staring idly at his clasped hands. Zero seemed smaller now, diminished, a shell of the man he once had been. Still, that changed nothing. He kept his gun up as he closed the distance between them, crossing the small room with wide steps that did not betray his nervousness. “I am going to kill you,” he declared. Zero smiled, perfectly genuine. “Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?” “I am going to take this gun and put it to your head, and I am going to end you.” “So do it,” Zero’s voice was matter-of-fact. He reached out a long elegant hand and traced the barrel of the gun, pulling it towards him until the mouth rested against his forehead. “Right here.” Jeb slapped his hand away, fisting his own hand in dark blonde hair and pulling Zero’s head back sharply. He dug the gun into the sensitive flesh beneath the man’s chin and was gratified at the hiss of pain he got in return. “Just shut up! After what you did to my mother, what you did to me… you have no right to say anything to me.” Zero closed his eyes, relishing the memory. “I remember, Jeb. The way your mother screamed, how she begged. ‘Don’t hurt my son!’ she cried. ‘I’ll do anything you want, just leave him alone.’ It was so adorable.” He laughed at the unintentional pun before continuing, opening his bright cruel eyes and holding Jeb with the weight of his gaze. “And she did, you know. Anything I wanted. And she did it so well, too. Obviously your father wasn’t taking care of things at home.” Jeb was shaking, furious and helpless. “Stop it…” But Zero was undaunted, walking the young man slowly backwards towards the wall. “Do you remember that, Jeb? The way she arched up against me, the way she wrapped those long, long legs around my waist and just held on?” He laughed darkly when Jeb’s back hit the boards. “Oh, but you were just a boy then. You probably didn’t understand what was happening.” Jeb swallowed thickly, caged against the wall. How had he lost control of the situation? He was still the one with the gun, the one with the right; so how was it that he was now the one afraid? “But you did understand, Jeb, when I reached for you. And just like now, you were so very scared.” “Please,” Jeb sighed, horrified at the way the word sounded falling from his lips. Zero smiled like a razor’s edge, pressing the length of his wiry body up against the younger man, one leg roughly invading the tight space between Jeb’s own. “Do you still think about it, Jeb? Late at night when it’s dark and you’re so very alone? My hands on your skin…” He punctuated the statement with a slow slide of one cold hand under the thin fabric of Jeb’s shirt. Jeb gasped and arched, into the contact or away from it he couldn’t tell, and his eyes fell shut against his will. His nerves were on fire, and he couldn’t focus, couldn’t escape. Wasn’t sure he wanted to. The click of a pistol being cocked at his temple took him entirely by surprise. Zero stepped back, holding Jeb confidently at gunpoint. “Don’t start things you don’t intend to finish, little boy.” He waved the gun casually towards the door. “Now why don’t you run along home? I’m sure Daddy’s wondering where you’ve been.” (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 cerebel 2007-12-22 01:28 am UTC (link)
	Yes. My approval, let me show you it. That was so very twisted - but it felt like Zero from canon. I can just see him being that utterly nasty, and taking advantage of it like that. Loved it ^ ^ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 01:59 am UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-22 02:10 am UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - vibishan, 2007-12-22 07:21 am UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 07:30 am UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - entangled_now, 2007-12-22 01:29 pm UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 04:33 pm UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - archon_mentha, 2007-12-25 04:46 am UTC

Re: Eye for an Eye, Tin Man, Jeb/Zero, revenge, hard PG-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-25 05:19 pm UTC

Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G jemisard 2007-12-22 02:30 am UTC (link)

Mild AU, kid!fic Peter wanted to go outside and play with everyone else, not be stuck indoors with the sulky boy who was sitting under the table. But Ma had told the nanny that Peter had been sick. And because Peter had been sick, he wasn't allowed to go out into the snow before dinner. He had to stay inside and keep warm and dry, and watch everyone else through the window playing together. If Nathan had been here, he would have stayed inside with Peter, or sneaked him out to let him play, but Nathan wasn't here. Nathan was eighteen, and he decided he didn't want to come to the party this year, because he was going out. So Peter was here and he was by himself and there was just him and the nanny and the boy sitting under the table. He sighed. "Do you want to play a game, Peter?" ".... no." He didn't. He wanted to go out and play in the snow. The black girl was screaming and laughing as she was chased over the yard by the Japanese girl. The little brother sat making snow men while a couple of the older boy hurled snow balls at each other. He sighed. "How about watching a movie? Or would you like a drink?" "No. Thank you." He pressed his hand to the window and sighed again. "Isaac? Do you want a drink?" There was silence. Peter turned around to look, but the boy under the table didn't seem to have moved at all. "Well, I'm going to go and get a drink of apple cider." And she left the room. Peter looked back out the window and then back to the boy. He'd taken off his tie and rolled up his sleeves, which Peter's Ma would never let him do. "Are you sick too?" The boy - Isaac - looked up at Peter and shook his head. "So why aren't you playing outside?" He went back to what he was doing. He had a pencil and paper and it looked like he was writing. Or drawing. Peter hopped off the window seat and came over, crouching down by the table. "Why aren't you outside playing with everyone else?" "Didn't want to." “You don’t talk much, huh?” Isaac shrugged and put one of the pieces of paper aside. “What are you doing?” “Drawing. And it’s not girly, and if you say so, I’ll thump you.” “I wasn’t going to!” Peter held up his hands. “Don’t hit me. It’s not nice.” “Father says a real man hits when people question if he’s a man. And Saul hits me lots. He says drawing is girl stuff.” “Oh.” Isaac went silent, going back to his drawing. “What are you drawing?” “A comic. For my uncle.” He held out the first page. “She’s Princess Estrella. And they’re princes, and they’re going with her to find a magic space tree to save her planet.” “How’s the tree going to save them?” There was a small pause. “They don’t know. But they went to a special place where a prophet told them the tree would save them. But, but the tree doesn’t save them. Because it’s just a nice tree. They save them, because to get to the tree, they learn they’re really awesome together and they can do anything and they don’t need magic trees.” Peter thought about this. Isaac went quiet again. “You think it sucks.” “No,” Peter shook his head. “I think that’s really cool. Tell me more about it?” When the nanny came back with cookies and drinks, the two boys were curled up under the table together and the snow outside had been forgotten. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G tju_tju_tju_tju 2007-12-22 05:14 am UTC (link)
	Awwww. That was so cute! :D (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-22 05:18 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-22 05:20 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-22 05:27 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-22 05:28 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-22 05:30 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-24 12:17 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-24 12:25 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-24 12:27 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-24 12:51 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-24 06:11 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - nervous_girl, 2007-12-27 09:34 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-29 09:38 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - nowhack, 2007-12-28 03:20 pm UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - jemisard, 2007-12-29 09:53 am UTC

Re: Nothing Wrong, Heroes, Peter/Isaac, Growing Up Company, G - nowhack, 2007-12-29 12:34 pm UTC

the sagest of advisors, crossover: buffy the vampire slayer/tin man, glitch & giles, pg cerebel 2007-12-22 05:27 am UTC (link)

Dedicated to the lovely airspaniel. ~*~ The silence, by all accounts, was as awkward as Giles had ever experienced it. He shifted, on his couch, the springs audibly creaking. The man (was he a man?) on the other side of the room gave Giles a quick glance, then looked away again. Giles sighed, in a soft, muted, kind of way. In the other room, he heard a muffled thump, and Buffy’s voice – “No. Way. No way!” It didn’t look like the ‘heroes’ were any closer to a resolution than they were before. Despite the looming possibility of an army invasion from this, this other universe – the Outer Zone, Giles believed they called it (whimsical, in an odd, science fiction sort of way) – no one seemed particularly united in the idea of stopping it. Giles looked, once more, to one of their unlikely set of allies. Most particularly, to the zipper tracing the top of his skull. “Do you really only have half a brain?” he asked, abruptly. The man – what was his name, anyhow? They had called him Ambrose, and they had called him Glitch – twitched, in a startled sort of way. “What?” “I said,” said Giles, “do you really only have half a brain?” Ambrose, or Glitch, looked taken aback. “Yes,” he said, in a drawn-out, why-are-you-asking-me-this sort of way. “Can I,” started Giles, and then he stopped. “Can I see it?” he finished, lamely. Ambrose/Glitch looked mildly repulsed. “No,” he said. “Oh,” said Giles. “All right, then.” And the silence descended once more, reaching its sinister and surprisingly thorough fingers into every nook and crevasse of the living room. “Have we met?” asked Ambrose, unexpectedly. “I’m Glitch.” “Oh,” said Giles. “I’m – Giles. Rupert Giles.” “Are you an advisor?” asked Glitch (Ambrose?). “I was an advisor, you know. To the Queen.” “Yes,” said Giles. “I suppose I am. Not – to the Queen, though.” “To the Slayer, right?” Glitch nodded, knowingly. “To each generation there is born a chosen one, one with the sacred duty to kill the vampires, demons and forces of darkness. Sometimes I wish the O. Z. had one.” “Ah, yes. That’s – right. How did you know that?” “Know what?” asked Glitch. Giles gave up. Advisors, indeed. Edited at 2007-12-22 05:30 am UTC (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: the sagest of advisors, crossover: buffy the vampire slayer/tin man, glitch & giles, pg airspaniel 2007-12-22 05:31 am UTC (link)
	THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER. I love you so, so much, my dear Net-fiance! ^_______^ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: the sagest of advisors, crossover: buffy the vampire slayer/tin man, glitch & giles, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-22 05:34 am UTC

Re: the sagest of advisors, crossover: buffy the vampire slayer/tin man, glitch & giles, pg - entangled_now, 2007-12-22 01:32 pm UTC

Re: the sagest of advisors, crossover: buffy the vampire slayer/tin man, glitch & giles, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-23 08:02 pm UTC

Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG airspaniel 2007-12-22 06:50 am UTC (link)

with love, to cerebel ----- The ballroom had been beautiful once, before the time of the Witch, all white marble and jade inlays, and candlelight from column to column; flickering in the sconces and shining in the chandelier. There had been a chandelier here, right in the center of the room, a gold and crystal behemoth that sent its light dancing through the hall, painting the royal guests with refracted rainbows as they swirled and twirled and waltzed. Glitch closed his eyes, letting his hips sway and his feet glide in time with music that wasn’t playing. He could almost hear it; the singing violins, the delighted laughter of the Queen as he swept her away, holding her close and spinning her fast and wild. And Ahamo would laugh. He never was much of a dancer, but he loved to see his wife happy. Glitch danced alone in the empty ballroom, lost in the happy memories. With a flurry of fancy footwork, he came to a stop in the middle of the floor, lunging to surprise his imaginary partner with a deep dip. The sound of clapping shattered his concentration and he stumbled, twisting just enough as he fell to land on his backside. "Might want to work on that ending, twinkletoes. It’s not as impressive as the rest of that was." "Haha," Glitch groused, sprawled on the floor in a decidedly undignified fashion. "You wanna give me a hand here?" Chuckling a little, Cain reached out a hand, pulling his slightly disheveled friend to his feet. They stood facing each other for a long moment, hands still joined, and Glitch’s face took on a mischievous expression. "What’s that look ab--" And it was Cain’s turn to be surprised, as Glitch brought their joined hands up and wrapped his other arm tight around him, pulling their bodies close. “Are you a good dancer, Cain?” he asked innocently, dark eyes wide and sparkling. “I never had much call for it. At least, not the formal stuff.” Cain was strangely nervous, feeling acutely aware of the warmth of the hand on his back. “ Formal what?” the teasing air had vanished, and Glitch seemed genuinely confused. He took stock of their positions, looking from their hands to Cain’s face and back again. When the idea struck him, his face lit up like the sun. “Were we dancing? I’m a very good dancer, you know.” Cain smiled warmly despite himself, “So I’ve heard.” Glitch leaned in, craning his neck over Cain’s shoulder, and the soft pale skin of his cheek rubbed against the tin man’s light stubble. “There used to be candles everywhere, and everything in the room looked golden, like magic, even though it really wasn’t. And I would dance all night with anyone who would let me, watching the firelight shimmer in their eyes.” “It sounds beautiful,” Cain sighed, voice a soft baritone against Glitch’s ear. Glitch turned his head, Cain’s ice-blue eyes burning into his own from scarcely an inch away; so intense that he lost his breath. “It is.” Then, after a moment, “What was I talking about?” And Cain couldn’t help it; he lifted his face just a fraction, bringing their lips together. He could feel, through that tender contact, the exact moment when Glitch stopped thinking and started moving on instinct, opening his mouth slightly to let Cain deepen the kiss. They swayed together in the center of the grand ballroom, Glitch’s arm still tight around Cain and Cain’s hand playing in the soft black curls behind Glitch’s ear. At length they parted, the pair of them flushed and breathless, fingers still tenderly twined together. Glitch gazed wonderingly at Cain’s lips, his stormy eyes, and the shiver that ran down his spine had nothing to do with the temperature. “Cain, I…” he faltered, feeling a broad thumb caress his cheekbone. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “It’s all right,” Cain steadied him with another brief kiss. “I’ll lead, you follow.” A dazzling smile was his reward. “I’m very good at dancing.” Cain smiled and kissed him again. “You’ll have to teach me sometime.” Edited at 2007-12-22 06:52 am UTC (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG cerebel 2007-12-22 06:57 am UTC (link)
	Oh my gosh, this is so cute. I love the way Cain stays totally on top of Glitch's strange mental leaps, totally unfazed. And the last line - awwwwwww. Awwww. Seriously. ♥ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 04:35 pm UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - vibishan, 2007-12-22 08:25 am UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 04:36 pm UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - entangled_now, 2007-12-22 01:24 pm UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - airspaniel, 2007-12-22 04:37 pm UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - invderlava, 2007-12-22 10:34 pm UTC

Re: Do I Hear a Waltz?, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, twinkle-toes, PG - airspaniel, 2007-12-23 04:49 pm UTC

rough passage, rome, cicero/antony, r artyartie 2007-12-22 07:28 am UTC (link)

When Antony steps into the hold, Cicero is alone, only the stink of shame and spilled fish sauce to keep him company. “You’re sitting here in the dark, drinking the last of the wine, and your…companion…who actually has a stomach, is up there puking like a maggot in the 9th cohort.” Even in the shadows, Antony catches a glimmer of loathing in Cicero’s eyes. “What a strange world.” “Strange that you find yourself forced to mind us worms while Caesar is off to Egypt?” The wine has taken the edge off Cicero’s words, but they’re still sharp, dangerous, the claws of a wounded animal. “You? You’re ballast.” Antony snatches the cup from the table, swirling it in his hands, crimson rivulets trickling through his fingers. “Who else would Caesar trust to keep Rome safe from – well, treacherous politicians?” “I gave him my word,” Cicero says, the syllables catching in his throat. “Which is worth more than mo-“ The wine splashes across the table as Antony’s fingers rake across Cicero’s cheek, clenching at his hair. “More than mine? More than Caesar’s? You can’t even begin to understand men like us.” “Caesar isn’t like any of us, and when he comes home, and takes the tyrant’s crown, you’ll see.” Cicero yanks his head back, eyes shining with a bewildering mixture of fear and pride. “He’ll toss you aside like one of his whores, though I’m sure he’ll do it kindly-” Antony’s hands are clutching at Cicero’s collar, pushing him against the bulkhead, and he’s squirming like a fish now, forehead slick with fear. Antony could kill the man right now, spare himself and Caesar and Rome of this silver-tongued serpent, put an end to the panting breaths, hot against his cheek, snuff out the frantic gleam in those pale eyes, but humiliation before death would only be appropriate. Antony’s mouth falls on Cicero’s like a frontal assault – swift and unforgiving, and it takes a moment for him to realize the enemy’s desperation isn’t entirely born of resistance. Cicero tastes of wine and despair, and for all his flailing, he grasps at Antony as if the ship was sinking around them. One rough wrench and he tears Cicero away, pinning him into the bulkhead, his pleas and whimpers swallowed by cold wood and darkness. But as Antony fumbles at their tunics, there’s no mistaking that the orator is half-hard beneath his hands. He laughs, low, possessive, and nips at a vulnerable earlobe. “I’m not so kind with my whores, but I don’t think you’ll mind.” He can see Cicero’s response more than he can hear it, ‘oh please oh please oh please,’ murmured to him or some deity, but no one can hear his prayers here. But someone, Poseidon, Minerva, must have taken pity on the wretch of a man, and Antony hastily jerks away at the sound of stumbling footsteps on the stairs. “I don’t think there’s anything left in my stomach-“ Brutus’s wary smile tightens, and his eyes fix on Cicero, who has regained his composure as quickly as he lost it. “Friend Antony.” “No need for pleasantries here,” Antony intones, his gaze flickering over Cicero’s hands, fumbling between his thighs. “I was just reminding everyone of our new positions – what we have and don’t have.” “Caesar has our loyalty, but that doesn’t mean –“ Brutus’ burst of courage fails him, and he turns to Cicero to rescue him, but there’s no refuge there. “Oh, you still have your sullied name, and he still has his fucking words.” Antony brushed against Brutus, and thrilled at the shiver of panic that resonated through the flesh. “Those words are something. His name is something.” Cicero’s voice cuts into his pleasure, the wavering calm dark as an oncoming storm. “What do you have that he needs?” He storm up to the fading light – Cicero’s question, so much rhetorical trickery, isn’t worthy of an answer. But there’s the slightest sliver of doubt, and more disturbingly, the lingering traces of desire. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: rough passage, rome, cicero/antony, r cerebel 2007-12-23 06:02 am UTC (link)
	Oh, this is beautiful. That ending was so threatening - like storm clouds on the horizon - and I love the way you do the Cicero/Antony dynamic. (Reply to this) (Parent)

a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 cerebel 2007-12-23 06:01 am UTC (link)

“Easy, easy. Don’t sit up, you’re just fine.” Felix Gaeta blinks; the ceiling is oddly fuzzy, the lights moving in and out of focus in his field of vision. Why is he lying down? “Hey,” and there’s a little bit of a laugh. “What did I just tell you?” A strong hand presses Felix back down, and Felix shifts, restlessly. There’s some kind of low throb in his arm, but it doesn’t hurt, not really. Felix turns his head, focuses on the face, the white lab coat, the cool touch on his bare arm. There’s a twist, some kind of terrible pressure, and Felix feels a click, bone on bone, that resonates through his entire body. He cries out before he realizes he’s in pain; realizes he’s in pain before he reacts against it. But the doctor is faster than him – catches him, before he can do any damage. “What happened?” Felix tries to ask, but his words slur, and he struggles, against the terrible weight of reality, the tempting abyss of unconsciousness. “There was an explosion,” says the doctor. The Cylon doctor, all chocolate skin and strange eyes and Felix doesn’t trust him, not at all, why isn’t Doctor Cottle here, anyhow? “Hey, it’s okay,” says the Cylon. “You’re gonna be fine.” He touches his fingers to Felix’s cheek, and Felix takes an easy breath, forgetting about the pain, for a moment. “Go to sleep,” and Felix catches Simon’s eyes, for a moment – sees something there he doesn’t expect, and doesn’t remember later – and he lets himself fall asleep. Outside the room, Simon closes the door, carefully, behind him. “Well?” asks Caprica. “I can seduce him,” says Simon. She makes an impatient noise. “Will you make him fall in love with you?” “I’ll do my best,” returns Simon, drily. “We need this to work,” says a Five. “It’s imperative –” “I won’t let you down,” interrupts Simon. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have patients to take care of.” He watches, as they leave; afterwards, he slips back into the room. Smoothes tangled hair back from Felix’s face – he looks so helpless. It’s just a mission, Simon tells himself. Just an assignment. But, somehow, it takes him a little longer than he expects to tear himself away. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 airspaniel 2007-12-23 04:52 pm UTC (link)
	Wow. Way to take something I never considered before and make it not only make sense, but incredibly compelling. Does... does it work? Does Gaeta fall for Simon? Will you write more of this? ^_~ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-23 08:10 pm UTC

Re: a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 - yetanothermask, 2008-01-04 07:52 pm UTC

Re: a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 - cerebel, 2008-01-04 08:05 pm UTC

Re: a new mission, battlestar galactica, gaeta/simon, injury, pg-13 - master_kogane, 2008-01-06 11:17 pm UTC

Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG yo_mawari 2007-12-23 07:44 am UTC (link)

He was worried about Glitch - not that he’d ever admit it. Surgeons were scurrying about in and out, and the droning of the machines in the operation room was loud enough that they could be heard beyond closed doors. Nothing like this had ever been tried before, so the doctors were all nervous wrecks as they operated on one of the Queen’s closest companions. The brains that were often removed from criminals were usually left to rot in a jar. It was a dark form of punishment, besides making the men loose a part of themselves. Once the brain rotted away, then the criminal died too. It was a slow way to die, but at least the victims never knew they were on death’s door. Cain had worried about Glitch in the beginning, before they found out Azkadellia had been using his brain - thus perfectly preserving it. He had been fond of Glitch since the moment they met and he tried his hardest to hide it. The man made it impossible for Cain not to like him. Not only did Glitch save his life, but he could fight in such a manner that actually made the barbaric act seem beautiful. In a way, Cain was happy for the connection between man and brain. It meant that Azkadellia had to keep Glitch alive, and he was forever thankful for that. Glitch was his light in the darkness. Without him, he never would have been able to recover from the shock of his wife’s death, never would have found another reason to keep fighting. But now everything he had might be lost again and he didn’t know if his heart could take it a second time. That time in the castle when Glitch had been reconnected to his brain gave Cain a glimpse of the man he used to be. Ambrose was nothing like the person he knew now. He was proper, colder than optimist that lit up Cain’s frigid heart. He could remember what Glitch said even now, ‘My name isn’t Glitch, its Ambrose. The frosty way which he uttered those words still hurt days after. It was like Glitch had denied that he was Glitch, and that everything he did after his brain was removed wasn’t really him. It was like he was denying their relationship. Cain had buried the hurt immediately, what they were doing was far more important than his own feelings. But it hadn’t been buried deep enough. It had been that hurt which allowed him to even contemplate killing Glitch - an action which he still regretted. Now he didn’t know which man would wake up after the surgery, if it even was successful. Would he be the serious man Cain met in the castle? Or would he be the bright-eyed man who stole the heart he thought he’d lost? DG was suddenly in front of him, shouting something. It took a moment for him to register exactly what she was saying. The operation had been a success and Glitch supposedly was already walking about the operation room. He pushed past her and the others, not caring what conclusions they drew from his frantic actions any longer. The doors burst open as he walked inside just to see Glitch standing there talking to one of the doctors. Glitch looked weird without the zipper on his head. Cain studied him for a moment; searching for a sign that would tell him it was still Glitch in that body. Then, Glitch looked over the doctor’s shoulder and noticed him. His face lit up in that dorky smile Cain had come to love, brightening the entire room. In that moment Cain knew everything was going to be fine. He didn’t have to worry any longer. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG cerebel 2007-12-23 07:53 am UTC (link)
	Aw, I loved this ^ ^ The moment when Cain knows it's still Glitch it just heartmelting. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG - yo_mawari, 2007-12-27 04:22 am UTC

Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG - airspaniel, 2007-12-23 04:54 pm UTC

Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG - yo_mawari, 2007-12-27 04:25 am UTC

Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG - entangled_now, 2007-12-24 05:17 pm UTC

Re: Brainless No Longer, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, restoration, PG - yo_mawari, 2007-12-27 04:26 am UTC

harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg cerebel 2007-12-23 07:51 am UTC (link)

“Where are you going?” Cain turns, halfway through fastening the saddle on the horse; it’s Glitch in the doorway, one hand on the worn, wooden frame. The stables have had a decent upkeep, under Azkadellia. Somehow, Cain expected it to be in ruins, or twisted, somehow – like so much of the O. Z. these days. But instead, the stalls are clean, the horses are well taken care of. Even the longcoats needed horses, Cain supposes. “Got some unfinished business,” says Cain, tightening the saddle. Under Cain’s hands, the horse shivers a little, shies sideways. “Ssssh.” Glitch steps in, catching the horse’s cheek, stroking up her neck. “Hey, the bad man didn’t mean to scare you.” “I didn’t scare it –” “I have a way with horses,” says Glitch, matter-of-factly. “I was trained with the best, but you can’t make up for natural aptitude.” “Natural aptitude,” echoes Cain. “Yes,” confirms Glitch. And it doesn’t seem to be an exaggeration, either – the horse makes a soft huffing noise into Glitch’s hand, Cain sees Glitch smile – not really a grin, more of a simple, delighted kind of smile. The kind that makes Cain want to smile back. “You know, I always bring some sugar, when I’m going to the stables,” Glitch tells the horse. He pats himself down, first one pocket, then another – and the delight on his face turns to a puzzled frown. Cain’s mouth twists. “Oh, Cain,” says Glitch, glancing around the stable. “Why do you have a horse? Are you going somewhere?” “Yeah, Glitch,” sighs Cain. “I’m going somewhere.” “Oh,” says Glitch. “Where?” “I left a guy locked in a tin suit,” says Cain. “Oh,” says Glitch. He follows, still absently searching his pockets, as Cain leads the horse outside, and mounts her. The suns have barely risen; Cain can probably get back to Zero before the warmest part of the day. “You’ll be back, right?” asks Glitch. “Of course,” says Cain, already thinking of the path ahead. He starts to urge the horse forward – “Zero murdered your wife,” blurts Glitch. “Why do you even care about letting him out? Why don’t you just let him rot in there?” Cain takes the sight of Glitch in, at that moment – his hand frozen, in stroking the neck of the horse, his eyes fixed on Cain’s. Cain half-laughs. “I have a heart,” he says. “Zero doesn’t.” Glitch’s mouth curls. He takes Cain’s hand and squeezes it, once. “Come back soon,” he says. “I will,” says Cain. “I promise.” Cain is pretty sure, as he’s leaving, that Glitch watches him go until he’s completely out of sight. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg feather_qwill 2007-12-23 03:36 pm UTC (link)
	Lovely! I like the gentleness. Very IC. Post to glitch_wyatt? (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-23 07:57 pm UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - airspaniel, 2007-12-23 04:58 pm UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-23 07:58 pm UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - archon_mentha, 2007-12-24 05:10 am UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-25 04:34 am UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - entangled_now, 2007-12-24 05:19 pm UTC

Re: harbor, tin man, cain/glitch, heart, pg - cerebel, 2007-12-25 04:35 am UTC

Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R airspaniel 2007-12-23 08:02 pm UTC (link)

“He’s a charmer, that one,” Claude said almost tenderly. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, pup, it could happen to anyone.” “Really.” Bennet was pleased at the lack of inflection in his voice. His visit to Primatech’s Hartsdale location was not going according to plan. ----- ”Haven’t seen you around,” the man had said in a voice like Claude’s, but softer, smoother; refined where his partner’s was rough. “New to the company?” “Yes,” he had replied carefully, suddenly wishing he hadn’t opened the door. The man smiled disarmingly, smooth pale skin crinkling just at the corners of his bright blue eyes. “Wonderful! I do love fresh fish.” And Bennet hadn’t had time to be insulted before he realized the man was coming closer, the teasing light in his eyes turning intense. “My name is Adam Monroe.” ----- “Sure,” Claude slung a reassuring arm around his partner’s shoulders. “I mean, not to me, of course. I’ve got some bloody common sense.” Bennet rolled his eyes, shrugging Claude’s arm off. Undaunted, Claude put a hand on his thigh, squeezing lightly. “I just can’t believe no one warned you. He’s got a bit of a reputation…” ----- And then Bennet hadn’t had time to do anything but hold on, as Adam closed the distance between them, pouncing and attacking him with a kiss that left him breathless. “It’s been such a long time,” Adam purred in his ear as he snaked a hand between their bodies, unfastening Bennet’s belt expertly. “Such a long time since I’ve touched anyone.” The gasp that escaped his throat was supposed to be a protest, and the hands he brought up were supposed to push the man away, so Noah was surprised when those hands slipped under Adam’s shirt, sliding the soft white fabric up and over his head; exposing miles of skin that was smooth and golden and perfect. Traitors. Adam laughed, a rolling vibration against Bennet’s pulse that made him gasp again. “Such enthusiasm…” ----- “Look at it this way,” Claude rationalized. “It was just a… a learning experience, yeah?” ----- The wall was cold and hard at his back, and Adam was hot and hard against him, and the relentless sensation of it all was going to drive him mad. He threaded his hand through short blonde curls and pulled, drawing Adam’s mouth away from the wet red marks on his neck and kissing him deeply. Adam’s hand tightened reflexively on their erections, stroking faster and making Bennet moan around his tongue. “That’s, ah… That’s what I miss the most,” Adam panted, lips ghosting over Bennet’s own and the soft wet slide of the touch mimicked the hard wet slide elsewhere and Noah was so close. “What?” he managed, more a whimper than a word, and what he really meant was please. Adam’s tongue swiped possessively over his lower lip. “Kiss me again.” ----- Bennet groaned, burying his face in his hands. “What the hell am I gonna tell my wife?” Claude laughed. “You could tell her you were mauled by an octopus.” “It’s not funny, Claude!” Bennet’s patience was wearing thin. It had been a hell of a day and all he wanted was a hot shower and a beer. “Tell her you had an accident with the vacuum sealer? They have those in paper companies, right?” “On my neck?” ----- ”Well, that was most enjoyable,” Adam remarked casually, wiping his hands on his discarded t-shirt. “I must commend the company’s hiring practices.” Bennet was leaning heavily against the wall, breathing hard; looking every bit as debauched and disheveled as he felt. Next to his head, the door clicked open, and he barely had the time or ability to fasten his pants. His shirt was a lost cause. “What is going on in here?” And of course it was Bob. Who else would it be? ----- Claude clapped a hand on Bennet’s shoulder, pulling him to his feet. “Come on, rookie. Let’s get you a pint, and I’ll make you forget all about the bad man in the cell.” Bennet smiled for the first time that day. “Jealous, Claude?” “Don’t flatter yourself,” Claude smirked back. “I’m just trying to help a friend make the best of a bad situation.” His hand wandered up, long fingers tracing the mouth-shaped bruises on Bennet’s neck. “And if I leave a couple marks of my own, well, it’s not like anyone’ll notice.” Edited at 2007-12-23 08:03 pm UTC (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R cerebel 2007-12-23 08:11 pm UTC (link)
	Adam/Bennet is way hotter than it has any right to be. This was totally great. And I loved the ending ~_^ (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - airspaniel, 2007-12-23 09:34 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - oh_mcgee, 2007-12-23 08:57 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - airspaniel, 2007-12-23 09:34 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - entangled_now, 2007-12-24 05:21 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - airspaniel, 2007-12-24 05:56 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - yetanothermask, 2008-01-04 06:12 pm UTC

Re: Happens to the Best of Us, Heroes, Adam/Bennet, rookie mistake, R - airspaniel, 2008-01-05 02:58 pm UTC

the road to hell, red haven, maurina d'jorian/vivale, highway, pg-13 cerebel 2007-12-24 03:53 am UTC (link)

“Vivale?” calls Maurina d’Jorian. “Mmm,” comes the response. Not really a noise of enthusiasm or welcome – not really of any particular hostility, either. Just acknowledgment. D’Jorian steps into the room, sliding the heavy metal door shut behind her. Vivale has her back towards D’Jorian, leaning over the display table dominating the cramped space. “Heard anything yet?” asks D’Jorian. “No,” says Vivale. The two women cut a sharp contrast; D’Jorian, despite her plain clothes and ordinary appearance, projects a kind of calm dignity, an intense, cool front of charisma. Vivale, on the other hand, is gorgeous – it would be easy to assume that she catches eyes because of her beauty, the build of her body, the smooth perfection of her movements. And yet, there’s something about her that makes it difficult to see her. Difficult to focus on her. She doesn’t command the attention of the room, not the way d’Jorian does. D’Jorian slides a hand onto the small of Vivale’s back. “I missed you,” she murmurs. “How was Phobos?” “Cramped,” says Vivale. “No wonder they’re breeding resistances like flies.” “It’s only been four months.” “Things move fast, these days.” “Vivale.” “I didn’t miss you,” says Vivale. “I don’t miss people.” D’Jorian’s mouth tightens. Her hand falls away from Vivale; she steps back. “Compartmentalization,” Vivale tells her. “It’s a virtue, in my career.” “It’s a virtue in every career,” says d’Jorian. Her eyes fall to the display on the table – a diagram of the developed solar system. Earth, Venus, Mars, Jupiter’s moons. The distant, seldom-contacted domed colony on Saturn’s moon. “What are we doing?” she asks herself, softly. “You’re the visionary,” says Vivale. “You tell me.” “We’re on a highway to hell,” says d’Jorian. Vivale regards her, without emotion. “And I won’t give it up.” D’Jorian straightens, subtly. “If I had to do it all over again, I’d do the same.” Vivale half-smiles. “Me too,” she says, and she kisses d’Jorian – a soft, gentle touch that stretches, lengthens. “C’mon,” says d’Jorian, finally. “There’s nothing to do here.” “No,” says Vivale. “There isn’t, is there?” (Reply to this)

Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 archon_mentha 2007-12-24 05:24 am UTC (link)

"Sort of like Cain's issues with masculinity," Glitch said slyly. Cain made a point of relaxing unconcernedly in his chair, careful not to display so much as a glimmer of his amusement at the turn in conversation. There was a great deal about him that his friends didn't know. "Ambrose," the Queen gasped in mock disapproval, her lavender eyes twinkling. DG snorted. "Oh, come on. Mr. Cain's not that bad. Although now that you mention it, he is awfully fond of that gun of his." A muscle in his arm twitched, but Wyatt managed to restrain himself from reaching inside his coat to pat said gun reassuringly. Instead, he gazed out the window as though seeing the familiar-yet-breathtaking view for the first time. "He wants to touch it, just look at him," Glitch grinned. "Repressing something there, Cain?" "Nope," he answered, drawing the word out. It was hard to keep from smiling, but everyone was having fun and he magnanimously decided not to spoil it for them. "Can I touch it, then?" Before he'd even finished saying it, Glitch had somehow managed to loom over him, long fingers reaching for his chest. The next thing Wyatt knew, his hand was covering his gun protectively and he was glaring up at Glitch. "Absolutely not." "What exactly are we talking about, here?" DG deadpanned. "I'll tell you when you're older, dear," said Ahamo replied in the same tone. Wyatt was not blushing. "Denial, Cain, is not a healthy way to live. I told you once already - or at least I think I did - professional psychiatric care-" Wyatt made one subtle yet important adjustment. He then stood up right into Glitch's personal space, reached over and grabbed the rambling man, who shut up for once, frowning at him. A quick glance through peripheral vision showed him that they had a very attentive audience. Good. He stopped trying to hide the grin that had been threatening since the discussion began. "Problem is, I'm not in denial, sweetheart," he said. "But there's something called projection that you might want to look up." And before Glitch could respond, Wyatt leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. He'd meant to have the last word, give a stunned Glitch one hell of a kiss and then make a smooth exit for full style points. Unfortunately, it had been so long since he kissed anyone that he'd forgotten how hard it could be to stop. Especially when the kiss was nothing short of amazing. Instead of freezing in surprise or pulling away, Glitch's hands came up to rest on Wyatt's shoulders and he leaned in closer, began to take control. Wyatt might have let him even if he hadn't been trying to make a point; the man kissed like he fought, smooth and stunning and passionate. The surge of heat building rapidly between them probably shouldn't have come as a surprise, but then it wasn't as though he'd ever thought of kissing Glitch before. Well, maybe once or twice, like the time Glitch had woken up from his brain surgery and actually remembered who Wyatt was. Or when he'd used his rank as Queen's Advisor to sneak into the prison and pour Mobat powder in Zero's shorts. Or when he went on yet another unconsciously provocative tangent about rhythm. Or when he was struck with an idea and forgot everything else and Wyatt still had to remind him where he was. Or when he smiled. Or when it was raining. Or Tuesday. A rude, rather loud cough reminded him that there were other people in the room. He felt Glitch start to pull away and couldn't resist following for one more quick taste, then another and another until they really had to stop before DG or the Queen did something extreme. Glitch's hands had moved from his shoulders to gently pat his chest as though looking for something and not finding it. Wyatt took a step back slipped his gun from its new location in his thigh holster, where he'd moved it before the kiss. He held it up and grinned. "Looking for this? You're going to have to work a lot harder than that." He turned and left the room, but not before catching Glitch's eye and nodding slightly. Not five minutes later, Glitch met him in his private rooms. And after a long and intense discussion, Wyatt allowed and even encouraged him to play with his gun. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 entangled_now 2007-12-24 05:27 pm UTC (link)
	Oh These two do innuendo and suggestiveness even when they're not paying attention! I really liked this :) (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - archon_mentha, 2007-12-24 08:13 pm UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - entangled_now, 2007-12-24 08:17 pm UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - archon_mentha, 2007-12-25 04:43 am UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-24 11:34 pm UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - archon_mentha, 2007-12-25 04:43 am UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - cerebel, 2007-12-25 05:39 am UTC

Re: Gun Safety, Tin Man, Cain/Glitch, issues with masculinity, PG-13 - archon_mentha, 2007-12-26 09:22 am UTC

Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 tju_tju_tju_tju 2007-12-24 08:22 am UTC (link)

“You were Bennet’s partner too, eh?” The Haitian nodded. “He’s a right pain in the ass, ain’t he?” A shrug. “Right. Well, let’s get to work.” Claude cocked his gun and grinned. “Missed that sound a bit. C’mon.” He grabbed the Haitian’s arm and turned invisible as he dragged the man into the next room where the meeting was being held. “There’s nothing to discuss,” Bob was saying angrily. “We had to do it, for the sake of the Company.” “Well, Bob,” said the pretty Indian fellow standing in the corner, “I hardly think hiring Noah Bennet to shoot his daughter’s biological father is really what one would call morally sound.” Claude had to stifle a snort. Clearly, this gent wasn’t too familiar with how the Company operated. “Would you rather that these people become exposed to the general public? Can you even imagine what sort of catastrophe that would be? There would be a panic, the government would want to keep tabs - ” “And what exactly is it that you’re doing, then, if not keeping tabs? Or, ‘bagging and tagging’, as you so aptly named it?” The Haitian tapped Claude on the shoulder and gave a small shake of the head. “I cannot do this,” he mouthed. Claude raised an eyebrow, then nodded. They darted back into the hallway, still invisible. Claude looked; no one was around, so he quickly shoved the Haitian into a nearby closet and followed, quietly closing the door behind him. “Okay, mate, what’s the bloody problem?” he asked, crossing arms and turning visible again. “That man saved my life,” the Haitian said quietly. “I cannot kill him.” “Which one? The pretty one or the… not-so-pretty one?” The Haitian narrowed his eyes. “The dark one.” “When the hell did he save your life? Last I heard he shot Bennet in the bloody eye socket. Doesn’t sound like a pleasant chap to me.” “He did what he thought was right.” The Haitian sighed and gazed steadily at Claude. “I will not kill him.” “All right, I got the picture. We’ll wait ‘til he leaves, then kill Bob.” “I do not want to kill him either.” “What - but why the ruddy hell not?” He couldn’t say that he wasn’t a tad disappointed. “Wasn’t that the whole point of this breaking and entering business?” “Taking another human’s life is the worst of sins. I will not do it… not anymore. Not again.” Claude sighed in exasperation and ran a hand through his hair. “All right. Fine. I’ll do it myself.” He started to leave when the Haitian grabbed his arm. “You cannot do it either!” “Hey!” Claude wrenched his arm free and slammed the Haitian against the wall, brooms falling to the ground at the impact. He leaned in close and hissed, “Do not tell me what to do, mate. No one tells me what to do.” The Haitian smirked. “Really.” “Really.” A brief silence, then - “…Okay, what the hell was that?” “A method of persuasion.” “You learned that from Bennet, didn’t you?” “Perhaps.” “Bastard.” Ah, well. Couldn’t hurt to finish what he’d started. Claude returned the kiss, and felt the Haitian’s tongue slide across the roof of his mouth. He groaned, pressing his body into his, when suddenly he felt the gun disappear from his fingers. “What - you fucking - ” “That’s the idea, yes,” the Haitian said, his voice dripping like honey in Claude’s ear, making him shudder. He supposed Bob could wait, he thought as the Haitian slowly un-buttoned his shirt. Not like he was in a rush or nothin’. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 veetvoojagig 2007-12-24 12:14 pm UTC (link)
	Heeee. I love it. (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-24 04:04 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - veetvoojagig, 2007-12-24 06:15 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - entangled_now, 2007-12-24 05:29 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-24 10:51 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - vowel_in_thug, 2007-12-24 06:41 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-24 10:52 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-24 11:36 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-24 11:48 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - kuwdora, 2007-12-27 08:03 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-27 08:18 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - skypipe, 2007-12-28 01:19 am UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-28 03:51 am UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - nowhack, 2007-12-28 01:50 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-28 07:13 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - yetanothermask, 2008-01-04 12:52 pm UTC

Re: Raid, Heroes, Claude/Haitian, disappear, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2008-01-04 03:30 pm UTC

Frozen Moments, Heroes, Adam/Nathan, resuscitate, NC-17 jemisard 2007-12-24 11:59 am UTC (link)

A bit of flexibility taken with the time line, underaged, explicit sex Adam dived into the water, ice cracking under him. The terrified screams from the shoreline were cut off, the rush of liquid smothering sound as he kicked deeper, after the boy. It was dark down here, murky, but he could see the flutter of the grey long coat, sinking down slowly into the depths. He kicked again, hand outstretched and there - his fingers brushed sodden wool and tightened and he was hauling the dead weight of the child into his arms and pushing to the surface again. Back up to the hole he had smashed on entry and bouncing against the already reforming ice. His hand thumped against it once, twice, but with his arms already full he couldn’t get the force he needed. Air bubbled from blue tinged lips. He roared and kicked up hard, hard as he could. Bones cracked in his knuckles and there was the squeal of splintering ice and they surfaced. Adam gasped in air, hauling both of them out of the water and across the ice, back to the safety of solid ground. The little one had stopped screaming, staring at them with wide, fearful eyes. “He’s not breathing. He’s not breathing. Nathan, wake up, Nathan!” Adam rolled the boy onto his back, listening for a heartbeat. It was soft and thready but still there; he surged up, pinching off his nose and covering his pale lips with his own mouth and breathing out hard. Nothing. “Breathe, dammit!” He took a breath, breathed into his mouth again. “Come on, boy, breathe!” The lips under his moved, spluttered; he leant back and helped him roll over to cough up the water as footsteps crunched through the snow towards them. Then, the others were there. Arthur was picking up his son, who was far too old for it really; Angela was there, scooping up her littlest, perfectly manicured hand sliding under Adam’s arm. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Adam. Now let’s get you inside and warm.” Adam watched Arthur, running ahead to the house, with the relaxed body of his son in his arms. Adam knocked lightly on the door, pushing it open as he did so. “How are you feeling?” The look that he was greeted with was the same they one they had shared underwater; dark, intense and deep. “Much better. Thank you. You saved my life.” He regarded to overly seriously child. Strong jaw, strong shoulders... “Well, it would be a pity to see such a young life cut short. That was what inspired you out onto the ice, wasn’t it? The little one?” “Peter.” Hard voice too, older than even his father’s. “Yes, Peter. You were throwing him back to the shore when I rounded hill.” He closed the door and walked in further, gesturing to the bed. “May I sit?” “Of course,” he murmured. He shuffled to sit upright further as Adam sat himself comfortably on the edge. Continued here. (Reply to this)

	unbreakableburr 2007-12-24 02:58 pm UTC (link)
	Oh that's fantastic. Well done. (Reply to this)

	unbreakableburr 2007-12-24 03:18 pm UTC (link)
	Oh I like that. And I love Simon, so yeah! (Reply to this)

	vibishan 2007-12-25 06:10 am UTC (link)
	And of course it was Bob. OH, Good Lord, that was funny. (Reply to this)

Moral Philosophy, Firefly/Golden Compass, Asriel/Operative, cause, R vibishan 2007-12-25 07:11 pm UTC (link)

Prompt Relevant Full Version He had stalked and slain Jophiel, a celestial being who reported directly to those Lord Asriel called “Archangels.” He felt simultaneously exalted for serving their aims, and sick with quiet dread at the resemblance of his new work to his old. He paused penning his report for the strategists to hold his head in his hands. If he doubted, all was meaningless. But if he did not doubt, all might be worthless, or worse than. “It’s comforting to see you display human weakness.” He whirled to see Lord Asriel leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. “As much as I appreciate the results, your singlemindedness distresses me on occasion – your perfect service makes me worry I am mimicking the very tyrant I wish to destroy.” “If you were such that I questioned you, it would be far more cruel.” “And yet,” Asriel murmured, with honest concern, “I found you the very picture of despair.” He was silent. “This feels even more arrogant,” Asriel fretted, “But I think I should remake you. You sacrificed your personhood long ago. It is time it was returned to you.” “I…to increase efficiency, I erased all memories of who I was before.” He paused, his face breifly visited by mourning. “I do not even know my name.” “Then I will name you,” Asriel declared. “I would be honored –” “No,” Asriel interrupted, “I was wrong.” And the shock of his commander so casually speaking those words almost toppled him. “You must name yourself.” * Fourteen casualties, two skirmishes, and one week later, he slipped into Lord Asriel’s chambers just as the nobleman was preparing for bed. “I know my name,” he announced. “Have you?” Lord Asriel inquired. “Splendid.” “I had not known…how much it feels, being a person, instead of a monster, or a tool.” “Oh?” “I want things now, that have nothing to do with my mission. It is…disconcerting. And wonderful.” “Really?” murmured Lord Asriel, leaning back in his armchair in a dressing gown. “What sorts of things?” He strode over to Lord Asriel and leaned forward to whisper in his ear, breath hot and husky, “Forbidden things.” Asriel sucked in a breath as he placed a heavy kiss against Asriel’s neck, his fingers sliding under the edge of the dressing gown’s V and tugging in open. “Are you sure you really –” “Hush,” the man ordered, cutting Lord Asriel off with a kiss as his fingertips tripped down his chest, teasing. Then he was sucking dappled bruises onto Asriel’s collarbone as he worked the knot of the gown’s sash undone. “This is really very flattering, but –” The man cut him off again, peering into his eyes, their faces inches apart. “I will ask nothing of you. We both have much work to do and you will have grander dalliances to occupy you. But this one night, let me be myself, and nothing else.” Asriel nodded. And then he was between Asriel’s knees, licking voraciously. Asriel groaned and arched up, and the man started sucking. It was rough and simple, but it was also hot and wet and his tongue was meticulous and Asriel was in almost too much pleasure to feel guilty. “Shouldn’t…this be more…mutual?” Asriel gasped as the man determinedly swallowed him further. Stellmaria, sprawled in their bed, growled her disagreement. “Of course – oh fuck – of course it’s wonderful, but he –” “This is what he wants,” Stellmaria insisted raggedly. So Asriel let his head fall back, grateful for the Tower’s thick stone walls, and screamed as he let go. After Asriel came, the man rested his head on Lord Asriel’s thigh, and they panted together. “What is your name?” Asriel asked at last. “Inoke,” Inoke said. Asriel traced light fingers down the side of his face. “Inoke,” he murmured, trying the sound of it on his tongue. “Does it mean anything?” Inoke nodded. “Devoted.” (Reply to this)

Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 tju_tju_tju_tju 2007-12-27 08:42 am UTC (link)

A/N: Because you knew someone had to write Mohinder/Thompson, and you knew it was going to be me. :p “I must say,” Mohinder said, shifting around some items on the table for no reason other than to give his hands something to do, “you have the fine art of smirking down to a T.” Thompson obligingly smirked. “Why, thank you, Professor. It’s nice to be appreciated.” He resisted the urge to snort, and re-arranged the items again. “Is there any particular reason you’re hovering over me, or are you just intensely bored and consider watching me an amusing way to pass the time?” “Hmm. Not exactly,” he said, and his smirk deepened. “Is there any particular reason you’re pointlessly moving things around on that table?” Mohinder swallowed. “No,” he said, and put down the small lamp he had been about to move to the top right-hand corner. “And you didn’t answer my question.” Thompson laughed, and brushed his hand across the top of Mohinder’s shirt. “I think you know the answer already,” he said, sounding highly amused. He raised an eyebrow and stepped closer - a bit too close. Mohinder backed into the table. “I think I’ve made myself perfectly clear.” “I don’t think you have,” he said carefully, looking cautiously at Thompson’s face. He was leering at him - leering at him like he had at least a dozen times in the past ten minutes alone, eyes drinking in every inch of his body. He twitched involuntarily. “I think I have now,” Thompson said. Mohinder gulped. The table’s edge pressed sharply into the palm of his hand as Thompson leaned in even closer, grazing his fingers against Mohinder’s curls, a soft laugh rumbling from his lips. He shuddered as Thompson ran his fingers down his cheek to his neck, skin touching skin and leaving a tingling trail in its wake. “You know what I want,” he whispered. Mohinder squeezed his eyes shut, not quite letting himself believe this was happening as Thompson lightly pressed his lips against his. Thompson moaned into his mouth, and the kiss suddenly grew more urgent, and Mohinder felt himself being yanked closer to him, Thompson’s tongue invading the inside of his mouth, swirling and…dear God, this felt entirely too good to be normal. Not that anything about this was normal, anyway. Thompson slowly broke the kiss, panting heavily, and Mohinder noticed that he was breathing rather heavily as well. Their chests were touching, breathing practically in synch. “I’ll let you get back to work now, Professor,” said Thompson. He pulled away and left the room, door clicking shut loudly behind him. Mohinder opened the door slightly and watched him walk down the hallway. His pants felt tight around him and he groaned. Thompson seemed to have heard him and spun around on his heel. “Did you want something, Suresh?” He bit his lip. “No.” Thompson looked disappointed for a second, but then the permanent smirk on his face came right back. “Shame.” And he continued on down the hallway. Mohinder closed the door and took a deep breath. Well. That had been completely bizarre. (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 airspaniel 2007-12-27 06:14 pm UTC (link)
	Because you knew someone had to write Mohinder/Thompson, and you knew it was going to be me. :p Was almost me, actually, though the prompt I've been noodling with has been giving me fits. 0_o God, I miss Thompson. This was awesome, and seemed like a perfectly logical canonical extension of many of the moments they had in the actual show. Nice work! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-27 07:42 pm UTC

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - airspaniel, 2007-12-27 10:54 pm UTC

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - entangled_now, 2007-12-27 09:19 pm UTC

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2007-12-27 09:21 pm UTC

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - yetanothermask, 2008-01-04 12:13 pm UTC

Re: Random Encounters in Science Labs, Heroes, Mohinder/Thompson, the art of smirking, pg-13 - tju_tju_tju_tju, 2008-01-04 03:18 pm UTC

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