Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 1scribble_mynameJuly 3 2014, 18:18:30 UTC
Rett bought his new house with the team in mind. Technically, he wasn’t the leader any more, but that didn’t mean as much to them as others might have thought. He took care of the team, including their leader. He always had, always would
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Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 2scribble_mynameJuly 3 2014, 18:19:02 UTC
Surge stormed back into his life the week after he landed his first job with an accounting firm. She curled up wordlessly on the couch while he left her mugs of warm chamomile, not hot, and a blanket tucked around her shoulders at night. She left her books on the table in the morning, and he knew she would return once more and pretend not to hear her cry
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Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 3scribble_mynameJuly 3 2014, 18:19:25 UTC
Minder moved in for a few weeks when her birth siblings made it clear they didn’t actually want her. Rett had to pry the story out of her with an ungodly amount of chocolate and even then it only came out in pieces. He’d been there. He knew how bad it could be when your enemies were your own family and shared your blood.
Whisper came when Red Wolf gave her a week off from watching their five kids.
Ashen didn’t show up until years later when she finally went from in a relationship to engaged and needed someone to tell her whether she would steal another’s life force while she slept.
In between, there were break-ups, proposals, crises, births, laughter, love, and pain. His couch saw them all.
The night after the wedding of Shift and Kilter, two operatives from another team, Rett walked into his sprawling, comfortable house that he had bought large enough to hold his team or a family, he stared into the emptiness and wondered why it felt too spacious any more. His team members had married and started families. They came through in
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Re: Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 3thecatisacriticJuly 4 2014, 00:01:07 UTC
Him buying a house for everyone. That's so... him.
I liked how Red Wolf ended up surprising him about needing the house, Whisper, too, and it is fitting that he had the place for everyone when they needed it.
And then he finally got someone when he needed them.
Re: Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 3scribble_mynameJuly 5 2014, 19:24:11 UTC
I love that it's obvious how him it is.
I had fun surprising him, but seriously, sleeping with a newborn is not always a winning proposition (or getting some rest with five little people underfoot). And I wanted to come back to the pairing since it had intrigued both of us. Thanks for the prompting. I've still got two more people to get the right angle for. The couch idea was brilliant.
Re: Fic: My Couch is Always Open, Part 3scribble_mynameJuly 14 2014, 22:12:48 UTC
Speaking of brilliant angles, if you happen to think of any Shift or Rachelle angles, be sure to let me know. If you don't, don't worry about it though.
Ficlet: Blurring the Linesscribble_mynameJuly 22 2014, 17:19:36 UTC
Fiery pain shot through Shift’s body when she stirred on the… her couch? She forced her eyelids open and glanced around. She felt like someone had run her over, which come to remember was fairly close to exactly what happened.
“Blurring doesn’t actually stop all injury,” Kilter’s voice interjected dryly, the noise starting up a pounding in her head. “It just stops you from dying.”
Shift groaned and tried to tense up enough to move or stand and had to clench her teeth against the pain. Kilter was right to a point: shifting to a blur of molecules was a valuable way to stay uninjured in a fight or from a bullet, but it didn’t actually resolve the issue of being driven through like a puddle. Thankfully, she had long ago mastered pulling herself back together, but it was still more than a little traumatic.
“Hey. Relax.” Kilter pressed her down gently by one shoulder. His gaze searched hers. They had been on opposite sides of conviction so many times over the years, but when all was said and done, they shared a mother figure, a daughter
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Re: Ficlet: Blurring the Linesscribble_mynameJuly 22 2014, 20:04:12 UTC
Yeah, the fact that she has to be told that it's okay to just be weak after that says a lot about who she is. I figured, regardless of survival with or without injury, the body wouldn't like that very much.
The Frequently Asked Questions for Brittany Rachelle Winslow, Part 1scribble_mynameJuly 22 2014, 19:16:55 UTC
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“So what’s your name?” the skinny informant asked in that overly casual tone that meant he was tense nd nervous. His eyes flitted back and forth like he was high on coffee, and he shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
The things Rachelle did and the people she put up with to help people she’d never mastered saying ‘no’ to. Killinger owed her for this one.
Rachelle leaned back against the grimy, brick wall of the alleyway, crossed her arms, and breathed out a clipped laugh. “Which one?”
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“How do you know so much about forensics?” the detective asked suspciously. “You’re awful young for this work.”
Rachelle shoved past him into the rundown apartment. She’d stripped down to a blue tank top and tied her overshirt around her waist. The backwash of filthy genetic drift-bacteria, viruses, sick people, animals…-slapped against her exposed skin like a tidal wave, and her body got to work processing it. She was looking for something, well, someone“Where are you, Justus?” she muttered to herself. She hated that he’d stayed in the
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Minder moved in for a few weeks when her birth siblings made it clear they didn’t actually want her. Rett had to pry the story out of her with an ungodly amount of chocolate and even then it only came out in pieces. He’d been there. He knew how bad it could be when your enemies were your own family and shared your blood.
Whisper came when Red Wolf gave her a week off from watching their five kids.
Ashen didn’t show up until years later when she finally went from in a relationship to engaged and needed someone to tell her whether she would steal another’s life force while she slept.
In between, there were break-ups, proposals, crises, births, laughter, love, and pain. His couch saw them all.
The night after the wedding of Shift and Kilter, two operatives from another team, Rett walked into his sprawling, comfortable house that he had bought large enough to hold his team or a family, he stared into the emptiness and wondered why it felt too spacious any more. His team members had married and started families. They came through in ( ... )
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I liked how Red Wolf ended up surprising him about needing the house, Whisper, too, and it is fitting that he had the place for everyone when they needed it.
And then he finally got someone when he needed them.
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I had fun surprising him, but seriously, sleeping with a newborn is not always a winning proposition (or getting some rest with five little people underfoot). And I wanted to come back to the pairing since it had intrigued both of us. Thanks for the prompting. I've still got two more people to get the right angle for. The couch idea was brilliant.
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It definitely is not easy to sleep with kids around.
I'm glad the couch angle helped.
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These are probably bad ideas, but...
"Today is not a day to be fierce," Kilter to Shift.
And...
JUstus had named her guardian, but who guarded the guardian?
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Loving the music, btw. Thank you again!
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You're welcome. :)
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“Blurring doesn’t actually stop all injury,” Kilter’s voice interjected dryly, the noise starting up a pounding in her head. “It just stops you from dying.”
Shift groaned and tried to tense up enough to move or stand and had to clench her teeth against the pain. Kilter was right to a point: shifting to a blur of molecules was a valuable way to stay uninjured in a fight or from a bullet, but it didn’t actually resolve the issue of being driven through like a puddle. Thankfully, she had long ago mastered pulling herself back together, but it was still more than a little traumatic.
“Hey. Relax.” Kilter pressed her down gently by one shoulder. His gaze searched hers. They had been on opposite sides of conviction so many times over the years, but when all was said and done, they shared a mother figure, a daughter ( ... )
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“So what’s your name?” the skinny informant asked in that overly casual tone that meant he was tense nd nervous. His eyes flitted back and forth like he was high on coffee, and he shoved his hands deep in his pockets.
The things Rachelle did and the people she put up with to help people she’d never mastered saying ‘no’ to. Killinger owed her for this one.
Rachelle leaned back against the grimy, brick wall of the alleyway, crossed her arms, and breathed out a clipped laugh. “Which one?”
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“How do you know so much about forensics?” the detective asked suspciously. “You’re awful young for this work.”
Rachelle shoved past him into the rundown apartment. She’d stripped down to a blue tank top and tied her overshirt around her waist. The backwash of filthy genetic drift-bacteria, viruses, sick people, animals…-slapped against her exposed skin like a tidal wave, and her body got to work processing it. She was looking for something, well, someone“Where are you, Justus?” she muttered to herself. She hated that he’d stayed in the ( ... )
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