9 Comment Fics
Fic: The Truck
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Pairings: Eliot/Parker (So mild it's almost not there)
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for crazy4orcas
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After nearly three years of growled 'no's, sharp looks and threatening pointing, Parker feels a little like a child let loose, sat here behind the wheel of Eliot's truck, barrelling down the road ignoring pretty much everything else. She lets out a joyful cackle as a car swerves to avoid her at the junction, shooting Eliot a gleeful look where he's slumped against the passenger side window. She skids into the ER and jumps out of the truck to call for help, and even through a mouth full of blood, she's mostly sure that Eliot is smiling back at her.
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Fic: Keep Them All In Line
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Nate/Sophie
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for mzmtiger
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"Hello you." The words were hoarse and congested, Nate's gaze blurry and out of focus as he smiled up at her. Sophie rolled her eyes.
"Hello you," she replied, resting a hand briefly on his forehead. "How are your ducklings?"
His look of utter bafflement was enough to have her smiling. He shifted as if he was thinking of sitting up, but didn't make it any further as he settled again. "There were ducklings?" he asked.
Sophie laughed gently, keeping her voice hushed. "I take it you're feeling a little more coherent?" She pulled the blankets closer around Nate as he shivered. "You were hallucinating pretty spectacularly earlier. At one point you had a raft of ducks and you couldn't get them all to follow you in a straight line."
"Am I sick?" Nate asked, struggling a little under the blankets and turning on his side to cough wretchedly.
Sophie waited for him to catch his breath before answering: "And I thought you were supposed to be the brains of this operation." Smiling gently to take away the sting.
"Have you been here all this time?" he asked breathlessly, eyes drooping.
"Sleep Nate. I'll tell you all about it later."
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Fic: Sharing
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Verse: Less Than Perfect
Pairings: Eliot/Sophie/Nate
Warnings: None
Spoilers: END OF SEASON 3
AN: A Comment fic for sheryden
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"I know..." Sophie hesitated, continued more slowly. "I know you don't want to talk to me about what happened back there, with Nate. Or before that, with Moreau. But I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me. And it wouldn't, even if you told me. It's just part of you. And I love you."
Eliot looked at her, held her gaze for a second, and then looked away. Sophie felt herself internally urging him into confrontation, begging him to argue with her, shout at her, break down in fucking tears, just any kind of response. Eliot almost visibly shut himself back down and left the room.
Sophie glanced up as Nate came to stand in the doorway behind her, reading her own expression mirrored in his eyes. They'd thought this was all over, out in the open now and no longer festering in Eliot's subconscious, but Eliot hadn't slept since San Lorenzo. What dreams or nightmares he was hiding from, they didn't dare guess.
Not ready to give in, Sophie stood up and followed Eliot out, Nate close on her heels. There really was nothing else they could do now but make sure he knew that they loved him more than he hated himself.
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Fic: Saddle Up
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Pairings: None
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for moonchildfic
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Two kicks to the right, letting a blow past his guard to get the orangutan of a hitter inside his reach, taking the hit to the ribs to score half a dozen to the other man, two breaths (shallow, ribs tender) before the next guy is on him, getting an elbow to the jaw to moving too slow and making sure the next moves are sure and hard to finish this up quick.
There's always another man waiting in the wings, but he gets back to the offices under his own steam, brushes off the others' care, accepts an ice pack to make them feel like they're doing something (he's learned to give them that small thing, but if he gave them any more they'd never stop).
Nate's apologetic look as he asks him if he's up to another fight. Same as every other time he's asked.
The one thing Nate never seems to understand is that he'd fight himself into his grave if Nate asked him to.
He just nods, grins a wild grin and saddles up for another round.
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Fic: Strongly dislike
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage/Castle (/Firefly)
Pairings: None
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Sterling's Promotion
AN: A Comment fic for inkhand
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"I don't know why," Castle observed, bemused, "But I strongly dislike you."
The man in front of him raised one mocking eyebrow and replied sharply: "Really? Well, I know exactly why I don't like you."
"Oh?" Castle pushed, trying to decide whether he was amused or insulted.
"Yes. You look like an arrogant tosser, you're not police and yet you're on the crime scene and you're in my way." With that, the suited man tried to pass Castle and get access to the aformentioned crime scene.
"Richard Castle," Castle said, shoving his hand at the man and blocking his path again. "I'm with the police," he added with a grin.
"James Sterling," the other man growled back. "I'm with interpol, and if you're police I'll eat my very shiny badge." The snark was almost visible in his words it was so thick, Sterling presenting him with said badge. It was *very* shiny.
"I never said I *was* police." Castle corrected. "I'm just..."
"Castle," Beckett's sharp voice made Castle grin. He'd been looking forward to introducing Beckett to the interpol agent. "Leave the agent alone before you get me fired."
"Ah, Beckett." Castle ignored Beckett's warning tone. "This is Sterling, James Sterling."
Beckett shook Sterling's hand and considered him carefully. "Agent Sterling. Have we met before, you look familiar..."
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Fic: Stay In The Car
Rating: PG
Fandom: Castle
Pairings: Castle/Beckett (mildly)
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: Only for Castle's general behaviour around Beckett's car
AN: A Comment fic for debirlfan
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"Stay in the car."
"Jesus, Castle!" She pulled her gun up quickly as Rick meandered into her line of fire, seemingly admiring the scenery. "I told you to stay in the car!"
"Did you notice the wallpaper in Michael's office?" he asked, seemingly on a tangent. "It looked a lot like this, don't you think?"
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"Stay in the car."
"Stay where you are!" Beckett demanded of the shadowy figure she could see in the poorly lit office.
"Beckett, it's me!" Castle called back.
"Castle!?" Kate resisted the childish urge to stamp her foot. "I left you by the car, how did you get up here before me?"
"Oh, I worked out that strange map. There's a secret passageway leading under the..." Castle trailed off. "Um... Beckett?" he started up again tentatively. "There's a man up here with a gun pointed at me. It looks a lot like the murder weapon."
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"Stay in the car."
"Castle, if that's you," Beckett told the shuffling noise in the office to her right. "I'm going to..."
"That wasn't me."
Beckett squashed the urge to shriek like a girl as Castle appeared on her left.
"I think you should check it out." Castle added absently, starting to sift through the papers on the desk she'd been checking.
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"Stay in the car."
"You know he won't stay in the car, right? Not when he thinks we're..."
"Ryan. Shut up." Beckett ground out, resisting the urge to glance out the window and check if Castle had actually stayed with the car.
Esposito spared her the trouble. "Hey, who's that he's talking to down there? Is that the... Holy shit!"
"What?" Beckett reluctantly crossed to the window to check what Castle was doing. It was like babysitting a child. "Is that who I think it is?" she asked, fairly sure it was.
"Yup," Ryan agreed. "Looks like Castle found the missing suspect."
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"Stay in the car."
"Beckett, I had a great idea about..." Castle trailed off awkwardly. "Oh, hello."
"Castle, I said five minutes." Beckett ground out. "How hard could it be to wait in the car for five minutes?"
"Your... shirt..."
"Castle," Beckett resisted the urge to slam the door in the man's face. "I'm not wearing a shirt, because I got blood on mine. You were there, remember? You were going to give me five minutes to change..."
"But..." Castle stuttered, pouting more than a little.
"Castle. GO WAIT IN THE CAR..." Beckett growled.
"You know I never listen when you tell me to do that." With a grin, Rick pushed inside. "Got any wine?"
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"Stay in the car."
Ryan caught hold of her as she sprinted towards the wreckage, still burning.
"He got out," she told him firmly. "He never stays in the car. He will have wandered off, where is he?"
"Beckett. Kate." Esposito was calling her name, but she couldn't stop scanning the crowd for him, car alarms up and down the street going off in the aftermath of the explosion. He'd love this scene in one of his books. All it's missing is the burning wheel rolling past. "Beckett, please." She'd never heard Esposito sound so strained. He shouldn't worry. Castle never stayed in the car.
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Fic: Nasties Ensue
Rating: PG
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Penelope Garcia/Kevin Lynch
Warnings: Nasties?
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for jaune_chat
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TheOracle: Waiting for the call is boring. Wanna hack something?
DeusExMachina: Not on work computers, sweetie. We talked about this
TheOracle: But, but, but...
TheOracle: I need an excuse not to look over the case files I'm supposed to know inside out
DeusExMachina: Wouldn't it make it easier to know what you're likely to be asked?
DeusExMachina: Y'know, for when 'Derek' calls?
TheOracle: Reid makes me a cheat sheet, names/socials/DOBs - no nasties. He's so sweet
DeusExMachina: How do you survive in your job?
DeusExMachina: Wait, no... I'm not...
DeusExMachina: You are an amazing, talented and beautiful IT nerd, and I love you
TheOracle: Keep scrambling mister
DeusExMachina: But you felt faint when I cut my finger yesterday
DeusExMachina: Pen?
TheOracle: Got a call. Nasties are ensuing. BRB
DeusExMachina: Good, well... anytime
TheOracle: God. How does this happen to people?
DeusExMachina: I thought we agreed not to over-share on the nasties
TheOracle: Not sharing. Just... :|
DeusExMachina: I'll never let anything happen to you, Pen
TheOracle: You're sweet, but Reid will tell you just how statistically unsound
TheOracle: Reid says 72%, but he's busy so he might be making it up
TheOracle: Reid is offended at the suggestion
DeusExMachina: Hang on, you're on the phone to them now?
TheOracle: Multitasking baby, it's the way
TheOracle: I am a Godess
DeusExMachina: Undoubtedly, and I will worship at your feet tonight, but for now shouldn't you be working?
DeusExMachina: Hopefully this quiet means you're working and I've not upset you in some way...
TheOracle: Another body. I need a hug
DeusExMachina: You'll catch him, Pen. I still love you
TheOracle: Nasties, nasties NASTIES. UGH get them away!
DeusExMachina: Want me to come and talk to your boss again?
DeusExMachina: I'll do it
DeusExMachina: Pen?
TheOracle: Bad guy (girl) behind bars. Brain bleach?
DeusExMachina: Star Wars Marathon?
TheOracle: I knew there was a reason I loved you. Home in 2 hrs - you get the icecream and chips?
DeusExMachina: Done
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Fic: The Awful Truth
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood (& Doctor Who)
Pairings: Mention of Jack/Ianto
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Children of Earth (TW), Last of the Time Lords, Gridlock (DW)
AN: A Comment fic for juliet316
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The awful truth is this - in any one lifetime he will love and loose, and no one of those loves is any less than any other, or any more. Marriages are as full of love as flings in the park on carnival day, and he remembers each one in exquisite detail. He doesn't write them all down. Some are too painful to write, some are in times without paper, and no medium survives the years as he does. He loves Ianto Jones, with all his being. That's the way he is. Losing him hurts, brutal in its manner, and he tells him the same as he has told all those who came before. There will never be another like him. It continues to be true for every single one.
The awful truth is this - he's forgetting (faces, names, love) the things he swore he never would.
The awful truth is this - after all this time, all this waiting, it comes to this and he's not sure the Doctor will reach him in time. He has such an important message. The only true thing he has learned in his life. And it is awful, and it is wonderful, and it is something that he cannot die without sharing. He's lived longer than any being he's ever known - older now than the Doctor himself (he's still not sure which version will turn up. He's hoping to see him young and unburdened by the Time War. He thinks he might have liked to have met that Doctor) - and the one eternal truth he knows, that he remembers, is this.
That awful truth? You are not alone.
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Fic: Facing the Past Tomorrow
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-men
Pairings: None
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: The Trial Of Gambit
AN: A Comment fic for synnerxx
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There's things he still hasn't told them, back in the wreckage that was his youth. There are things he hopes he will never have to tell anyone. Things which darken his dreams at night and leave him to wake cold and alone. Things which drive him to loud crowded places so he can't remember the screams, to bright lit streets so he can't imagine bloody shadows.
Even after they think they have learned his biggest darkest secret he knows there are things that they couldn't even imagine in his past. Things far less palatable than accessory to murder.
Every night he breathes a quiet thanks that he survived another day behind this carefully constructed mask. Every morning he starts with a prayer that his past will stay his own for one more day.
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Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Pairings: Eliot/Parker (So mild it's almost not there)
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for crazy4orcas
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After nearly three years of growled 'no's, sharp looks and threatening pointing, Parker feels a little like a child let loose, sat here behind the wheel of Eliot's truck, barrelling down the road ignoring pretty much everything else. She lets out a joyful cackle as a car swerves to avoid her at the junction, shooting Eliot a gleeful look where he's slumped against the passenger side window. She skids into the ER and jumps out of the truck to call for help, and even through a mouth full of blood, she's mostly sure that Eliot is smiling back at her.
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Fic: Keep Them All In Line
Fandom: Leverage
Rating: PG
Pairings: Nate/Sophie
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for mzmtiger
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"Hello you." The words were hoarse and congested, Nate's gaze blurry and out of focus as he smiled up at her. Sophie rolled her eyes.
"Hello you," she replied, resting a hand briefly on his forehead. "How are your ducklings?"
His look of utter bafflement was enough to have her smiling. He shifted as if he was thinking of sitting up, but didn't make it any further as he settled again. "There were ducklings?" he asked.
Sophie laughed gently, keeping her voice hushed. "I take it you're feeling a little more coherent?" She pulled the blankets closer around Nate as he shivered. "You were hallucinating pretty spectacularly earlier. At one point you had a raft of ducks and you couldn't get them all to follow you in a straight line."
"Am I sick?" Nate asked, struggling a little under the blankets and turning on his side to cough wretchedly.
Sophie waited for him to catch his breath before answering: "And I thought you were supposed to be the brains of this operation." Smiling gently to take away the sting.
"Have you been here all this time?" he asked breathlessly, eyes drooping.
"Sleep Nate. I'll tell you all about it later."
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Fic: Sharing
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Verse: Less Than Perfect
Pairings: Eliot/Sophie/Nate
Warnings: None
Spoilers: END OF SEASON 3
AN: A Comment fic for sheryden
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"I know..." Sophie hesitated, continued more slowly. "I know you don't want to talk to me about what happened back there, with Nate. Or before that, with Moreau. But I want you to know that it doesn't matter to me. And it wouldn't, even if you told me. It's just part of you. And I love you."
Eliot looked at her, held her gaze for a second, and then looked away. Sophie felt herself internally urging him into confrontation, begging him to argue with her, shout at her, break down in fucking tears, just any kind of response. Eliot almost visibly shut himself back down and left the room.
Sophie glanced up as Nate came to stand in the doorway behind her, reading her own expression mirrored in his eyes. They'd thought this was all over, out in the open now and no longer festering in Eliot's subconscious, but Eliot hadn't slept since San Lorenzo. What dreams or nightmares he was hiding from, they didn't dare guess.
Not ready to give in, Sophie stood up and followed Eliot out, Nate close on her heels. There really was nothing else they could do now but make sure he knew that they loved him more than he hated himself.
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Fic: Saddle Up
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage
Pairings: None
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for moonchildfic
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Two kicks to the right, letting a blow past his guard to get the orangutan of a hitter inside his reach, taking the hit to the ribs to score half a dozen to the other man, two breaths (shallow, ribs tender) before the next guy is on him, getting an elbow to the jaw to moving too slow and making sure the next moves are sure and hard to finish this up quick.
There's always another man waiting in the wings, but he gets back to the offices under his own steam, brushes off the others' care, accepts an ice pack to make them feel like they're doing something (he's learned to give them that small thing, but if he gave them any more they'd never stop).
Nate's apologetic look as he asks him if he's up to another fight. Same as every other time he's asked.
The one thing Nate never seems to understand is that he'd fight himself into his grave if Nate asked him to.
He just nods, grins a wild grin and saddles up for another round.
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Fic: Strongly dislike
Rating: PG
Fandom: Leverage/Castle (/Firefly)
Pairings: None
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Sterling's Promotion
AN: A Comment fic for inkhand
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"I don't know why," Castle observed, bemused, "But I strongly dislike you."
The man in front of him raised one mocking eyebrow and replied sharply: "Really? Well, I know exactly why I don't like you."
"Oh?" Castle pushed, trying to decide whether he was amused or insulted.
"Yes. You look like an arrogant tosser, you're not police and yet you're on the crime scene and you're in my way." With that, the suited man tried to pass Castle and get access to the aformentioned crime scene.
"Richard Castle," Castle said, shoving his hand at the man and blocking his path again. "I'm with the police," he added with a grin.
"James Sterling," the other man growled back. "I'm with interpol, and if you're police I'll eat my very shiny badge." The snark was almost visible in his words it was so thick, Sterling presenting him with said badge. It was *very* shiny.
"I never said I *was* police." Castle corrected. "I'm just..."
"Castle," Beckett's sharp voice made Castle grin. He'd been looking forward to introducing Beckett to the interpol agent. "Leave the agent alone before you get me fired."
"Ah, Beckett." Castle ignored Beckett's warning tone. "This is Sterling, James Sterling."
Beckett shook Sterling's hand and considered him carefully. "Agent Sterling. Have we met before, you look familiar..."
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Fic: Stay In The Car
Rating: PG
Fandom: Castle
Pairings: Castle/Beckett (mildly)
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: Only for Castle's general behaviour around Beckett's car
AN: A Comment fic for debirlfan
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"Stay in the car."
"Jesus, Castle!" She pulled her gun up quickly as Rick meandered into her line of fire, seemingly admiring the scenery. "I told you to stay in the car!"
"Did you notice the wallpaper in Michael's office?" he asked, seemingly on a tangent. "It looked a lot like this, don't you think?"
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"Stay in the car."
"Stay where you are!" Beckett demanded of the shadowy figure she could see in the poorly lit office.
"Beckett, it's me!" Castle called back.
"Castle!?" Kate resisted the childish urge to stamp her foot. "I left you by the car, how did you get up here before me?"
"Oh, I worked out that strange map. There's a secret passageway leading under the..." Castle trailed off. "Um... Beckett?" he started up again tentatively. "There's a man up here with a gun pointed at me. It looks a lot like the murder weapon."
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"Stay in the car."
"Castle, if that's you," Beckett told the shuffling noise in the office to her right. "I'm going to..."
"That wasn't me."
Beckett squashed the urge to shriek like a girl as Castle appeared on her left.
"I think you should check it out." Castle added absently, starting to sift through the papers on the desk she'd been checking.
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"Stay in the car."
"You know he won't stay in the car, right? Not when he thinks we're..."
"Ryan. Shut up." Beckett ground out, resisting the urge to glance out the window and check if Castle had actually stayed with the car.
Esposito spared her the trouble. "Hey, who's that he's talking to down there? Is that the... Holy shit!"
"What?" Beckett reluctantly crossed to the window to check what Castle was doing. It was like babysitting a child. "Is that who I think it is?" she asked, fairly sure it was.
"Yup," Ryan agreed. "Looks like Castle found the missing suspect."
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"Stay in the car."
"Beckett, I had a great idea about..." Castle trailed off awkwardly. "Oh, hello."
"Castle, I said five minutes." Beckett ground out. "How hard could it be to wait in the car for five minutes?"
"Your... shirt..."
"Castle," Beckett resisted the urge to slam the door in the man's face. "I'm not wearing a shirt, because I got blood on mine. You were there, remember? You were going to give me five minutes to change..."
"But..." Castle stuttered, pouting more than a little.
"Castle. GO WAIT IN THE CAR..." Beckett growled.
"You know I never listen when you tell me to do that." With a grin, Rick pushed inside. "Got any wine?"
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"Stay in the car."
Ryan caught hold of her as she sprinted towards the wreckage, still burning.
"He got out," she told him firmly. "He never stays in the car. He will have wandered off, where is he?"
"Beckett. Kate." Esposito was calling her name, but she couldn't stop scanning the crowd for him, car alarms up and down the street going off in the aftermath of the explosion. He'd love this scene in one of his books. All it's missing is the burning wheel rolling past. "Beckett, please." She'd never heard Esposito sound so strained. He shouldn't worry. Castle never stayed in the car.
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Fic: Nasties Ensue
Rating: PG
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Penelope Garcia/Kevin Lynch
Warnings: Nasties?
Spoilers: None
AN: A Comment fic for jaune_chat
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TheOracle: Waiting for the call is boring. Wanna hack something?
DeusExMachina: Not on work computers, sweetie. We talked about this
TheOracle: But, but, but...
TheOracle: I need an excuse not to look over the case files I'm supposed to know inside out
DeusExMachina: Wouldn't it make it easier to know what you're likely to be asked?
DeusExMachina: Y'know, for when 'Derek' calls?
TheOracle: Reid makes me a cheat sheet, names/socials/DOBs - no nasties. He's so sweet
DeusExMachina: How do you survive in your job?
DeusExMachina: Wait, no... I'm not...
DeusExMachina: You are an amazing, talented and beautiful IT nerd, and I love you
TheOracle: Keep scrambling mister
DeusExMachina: But you felt faint when I cut my finger yesterday
DeusExMachina: Pen?
TheOracle: Got a call. Nasties are ensuing. BRB
DeusExMachina: Good, well... anytime
TheOracle: God. How does this happen to people?
DeusExMachina: I thought we agreed not to over-share on the nasties
TheOracle: Not sharing. Just... :|
DeusExMachina: I'll never let anything happen to you, Pen
TheOracle: You're sweet, but Reid will tell you just how statistically unsound
TheOracle: Reid says 72%, but he's busy so he might be making it up
TheOracle: Reid is offended at the suggestion
DeusExMachina: Hang on, you're on the phone to them now?
TheOracle: Multitasking baby, it's the way
TheOracle: I am a Godess
DeusExMachina: Undoubtedly, and I will worship at your feet tonight, but for now shouldn't you be working?
DeusExMachina: Hopefully this quiet means you're working and I've not upset you in some way...
TheOracle: Another body. I need a hug
DeusExMachina: You'll catch him, Pen. I still love you
TheOracle: Nasties, nasties NASTIES. UGH get them away!
DeusExMachina: Want me to come and talk to your boss again?
DeusExMachina: I'll do it
DeusExMachina: Pen?
TheOracle: Bad guy (girl) behind bars. Brain bleach?
DeusExMachina: Star Wars Marathon?
TheOracle: I knew there was a reason I loved you. Home in 2 hrs - you get the icecream and chips?
DeusExMachina: Done
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Fic: The Awful Truth
Rating: PG
Fandom: Torchwood (& Doctor Who)
Pairings: Mention of Jack/Ianto
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Children of Earth (TW), Last of the Time Lords, Gridlock (DW)
AN: A Comment fic for juliet316
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The awful truth is this - in any one lifetime he will love and loose, and no one of those loves is any less than any other, or any more. Marriages are as full of love as flings in the park on carnival day, and he remembers each one in exquisite detail. He doesn't write them all down. Some are too painful to write, some are in times without paper, and no medium survives the years as he does. He loves Ianto Jones, with all his being. That's the way he is. Losing him hurts, brutal in its manner, and he tells him the same as he has told all those who came before. There will never be another like him. It continues to be true for every single one.
The awful truth is this - he's forgetting (faces, names, love) the things he swore he never would.
The awful truth is this - after all this time, all this waiting, it comes to this and he's not sure the Doctor will reach him in time. He has such an important message. The only true thing he has learned in his life. And it is awful, and it is wonderful, and it is something that he cannot die without sharing. He's lived longer than any being he's ever known - older now than the Doctor himself (he's still not sure which version will turn up. He's hoping to see him young and unburdened by the Time War. He thinks he might have liked to have met that Doctor) - and the one eternal truth he knows, that he remembers, is this.
That awful truth? You are not alone.
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Fic: Facing the Past Tomorrow
Rating: PG
Fandom: X-men
Pairings: None
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: The Trial Of Gambit
AN: A Comment fic for synnerxx
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There's things he still hasn't told them, back in the wreckage that was his youth. There are things he hopes he will never have to tell anyone. Things which darken his dreams at night and leave him to wake cold and alone. Things which drive him to loud crowded places so he can't remember the screams, to bright lit streets so he can't imagine bloody shadows.
Even after they think they have learned his biggest darkest secret he knows there are things that they couldn't even imagine in his past. Things far less palatable than accessory to murder.
Every night he breathes a quiet thanks that he survived another day behind this carefully constructed mask. Every morning he starts with a prayer that his past will stay his own for one more day.
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