HOMECOMING DANCE COMMENT FICATHON

[orange_crushed]

I KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS TONIGHT
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS

I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of

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[odakota_rose]

Leverage, Parker/Hardison, any rating AU where she is a Time Lady and he the best Companion ever.
I don't know where I was going with this...

the don't-look-down job

So possibly he screwed this one up a little.

He doesn't normally accept these messy on-site jobs, more content with the comforts of his computer screen and Lucille, a remote access point set up far, far away from angry men with guns. Dubenich had promised him obscene amounts of money and that nobody would question him so long as he had the access cards he'd been provided with.

...though he realizes now that there was also the part where Dubenich had played him like a fiddle. ('You are the best, aren't you? It shouldn't be a problem.') And before he knew it, Hardison was explaining just how much of a cakewalk it would be to a smirking Dubenich.

Which was fine in theory until somebody took a closer look and decided he really didn't look like Mason Rodgers.
(He can't argue with that. Mason? What was the boy's momma thinking? He is far too suave to look like a Mason.)

He would trade his laptop for a grifter right now, even though he normally doesn't trust anybody who can lie quite that well, no matter how useful a skill it would be. Note to self- if he actually gets out of this alive he's going to hack an acting class- didn't notice the sharp note of distrust in the guard's eyes that meant he'd oversold his story until the man was already reaching for his weapon.

Cellphone in one hand and useless access card in the other, he scrambles down an empty hallway, trying to pull up the building schematics to figure a way out since his comm's gone suspiciously quiet. Unfortunately he's on the top level of the building and with the sound of alarms blaring building wide, it's looking less and less likely that there's going to be a rescue.
He's also going to bury Victor Dubenich. Again, if he gets out of this alive.

Skids around a corner and runs almost headlong into a blonde dressed all in black and rocking some major Catwoman vibes.

"Who are you?" she blurts.

"Well who are you?" he shoots back, tossing an anxious look over his shoulder.

"I asked first."

He groans. "I'm gon' be dead if you don't get-"

"Shhh!"

She drags him around another corner and into an access stairway, only- the roof? Oh frak no. He is not going to like this. Either she's going to kill him or he's gonna die. Either way he starts wishing, just a little, that he actually had gone into accounting like he always tells his Nana.

She gives him a manic grin and stops right at the edge of the roof. He very carefully does not look over the side.

"Parker."

"Parker who?"

"No." Apparently this is hilarious to the (hot) mad-woman next to him. She clips something around him before he can protest. "Just Parker."

"Hardison," he gets out. And no, his voice is not squeaking. At all. She's not going to ask him to...? She leans over the edge, calculating something under her breath. Oh yes. She is. "Oh no. No no no- uh uh. No way."

(Just) Parker manages to look both gleeful and totally and completely insane. She adjusts something on the harness she's hooked him into and thumps his shoulder.

"Nice to meet you Alec Hardison! Now hold on."

"Wha-"

She pushes him over the side.

He screams.

Halfway down a forty story building he realizes he never told her his first name.

[boxed]

oh my god. OH MY GOD. This is everything I never knew I wanted. It's so perfect and so Hardison and so them that I can't concentrate on what I was even supposed to be doing, I just want to live in this forever and ever until the end of time. And the fact that it parallels Rose like WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME. Except of course it's the roof and not the basement because Parker is Parker and I just love everything. Most especially, I love how genuine it feels. You rule.

Please tell me this is part 1 of 70000.

[odakota_rose]

thank you! Ugh, I'm so glad this kinda sorta worked out. The whole thing clobbered me when I saw the prompt, which then turned into a mad dash (complete with crazy-person hair pulling) to get all my feels out before the words went away. (uug.)

I kinda wish Parker!Doctor was a thing that happened, so, maybe? Because I need to see the TARDIS look like a magic trunk (or a Glenn-Rieder safe, I'm not picky) on the outside and be a warehouse on the inside for reasons and possibly there is more brewing?

and thank you ♥

[somebraveapollo]

or a Glenn-Rieder safe, I'm not picky

also you are my faaaavourite.

[Hardison would be all "um I'm claustrophobic and also I like air - it's bigger on the inside? Seriously?"

<3 <3 <3

[somebraveapollo]

UHSAHUASDUH hiiii.

I woke up today with the realisation I never replied! I'm sorry!!

THIS FIC IS AMAZING AND IT BETTERED THE WRECK THAT WAS MY PREVIOUS WEEK.

(Just) Parker and also frak and also accounting and AMAZING HARDISON VOICE and I love Parker's everything and of course THIS MIRRORS NINE/ROSE PERFECTLY and and and

+1 on the "please tell me there's sequels"!