OK, this is it for now. Really.
Stark/Number Six. I'm afraid this one wouldn't exactly get very shippy.
Stark's fingers gently stroke his new cellmate's hair. "You can't resist the Chair forever," he says. "I'm the only one who can resist forever."
"Just watch me," says the nameless man.
When the cell door opens again and Scorpy, the new Number Two badge gleaming on his armored chest, drags the man out, Stark does watch. He's not sure why, but he gets the feeling this one might just last for a while.
Plan 9 Zombies/Michael Westen. Yeah, no way was I making this an actual pairing fic.
When you're a spy, you learn to deal with all kinds of scary bad guys: professional assassins, trigger-happy arms dealers, other spies... Zombies, however, somehow never came up in my on-the-job training. Call it an oversight. Fortunately, I knew just the person to call.
"Hey, Sam? Listen, I've got a little situation here, and I'm not entirely sure why, but somehow I get the feeling that it's right up your alley."