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Ted woke up with a start, bolting upright in bed. Ace wasn't there. She must've gone out for a run or a walk or to beat up on unsuspecting bad guys that were wandering around the city. He felt on edge. Having Ace there when he woke up always made him calmer, especially after one of the dreams he'd been having lately ( Read more... )

[Author's note: pure and total crack!fic, not meant to force any storylines one way or another. A prequel is in the works, to answer all your burning questions about just how our heroes got to this point.]

Word Count: 610

( Expectations )

001.Tired
002.Back Alley
003.Sunrise
004.Late
005.Son

006.Hot
007.Friend
008.Floor
009.Cheat
010.Think

011.Disgust
012.Shelter
013.Borrow
014.Chair
015.Alter

016.Peace
017.Beach
018.True
019.Crazy
020.Love

021.New
022.Beggar
023.False
024.Happy
025.Cancer

026.Pickpocket
027.Reverse
028.Deliver
029.Arrival
030.Fall

031.Knife
032.Torn
033. ( Read more... )

Perchance to DreamTed smiles against the warm skin of Ace’s stomach. She’s asleep, naked, still flushed from their love making, in the large bed that Ted placed in the bedroom of their new home together. He loves the way she looks asleep, and the way her arms wrap around him, subconsciously. Or, when he’s like this, how her fingers immediately ( Read more... )

The first time Ted tasted alcohol was from a giant vat of moonshine, in the foothills of the Appalachians. It was 1932, the way things like that were measured on Earth, and Ted had been set to blow the still up. Pretty easy job, really, but the way things measured for Ted, it was his first assignment in humanoid form ( Read more... )

Ted scratches at his head and gets ready to make a speech. He takes a deep breath, pulls his pants up way too high (he's wearing mismatched argyle socks), and begins ( Read more... )