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Title: Tron Lines
Fandom: Tron
Characters: Kevin Flynn/Jordan Canas
Word Count: ~1100
Rating: PG
Summary: Jordan discovered her husband's secret by accident, and by the time she knew it all she could safely say it wasn't like any secret any other husband in the world could have kept.
A/N: Cross-posted to AO3 here.


( She saw it first when she was helping him get ready for work... )

Title: Bullets Bars and Stone
Fandom: A-Team
Characters: Murdock, Face
Word Count: 2,414
Rating: R
Summary: While the A-Team is detained, Murdock is incarcerated in the psych ward, this time by malicious forces. When the team gets him back, he's not quite the Murdock they knew.
A/N: Written with the movie!verse in mind, but could apply to either. Co-written with kikibug13 who puts a most excellent Face on things. It's her plotbunny anyway, so it's all her fault.

“Hey, wait a minute! Wait, this isn’t my... this isn’t my ward! This is not my ward! I don’t recognize him, I don’t recognize that, I don’t recognize you! You, you, who are you, anyway? You’re not my doctor! I-I-I-I want my doctor. My doctor, you hear me? I want my doctor, right, right now! I want, hey hey hey, what are you doing? What do you think you’re doing? You can’t do that to me! You can’t...”


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Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant kikibug13

"Is it Alisa?" Which was the first thing on her mind. The Day Watch and the Night Watch, especially in Moscow but she had heard of it happening in other cities as well, were very fond of backstabbing. And plotting. To the point where it was joked that Gesser and Zavulon couldn't follow a straight path if it was a line painted on a road.

But Anton made a thinking noise and then, "No. No, I don't think so. The Day Watch is as interested in stopping these kidnappers as much as we are. But this isn't the only country these kidnappers are working in. Just the first one."

Tiger Cub could feel the headache starting in her forehead and temples. "The first one?"

"Other children are going missing. In the Vancouver area, England, northern Africa. And Moscow."

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Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant kikibug13



Maggie frowned at the red ball of clay as though trying to understand why it wasn't turning into anything other than a red ball of clay. Which wasn't far from the truth, though inverted. It was a red ball of clay, she didn't understand why they thought it would turn into anything else. Things were things. They couldn't be changed or altered unless you did things to them, not stared at them.

"I don't understand..." she looked up and told the man who was staring down at her, but he didn't seem like he was going to repeat the directions. He wasn't even looking at her.

"Fine," she muttered after a second or two of waiting. "Don't help. Buttface."

She was supposed to turn it into something else. She wasn't sure how to do that.

It occurred to her that they had given her a lump of clay.

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Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant kikibug13


It was dark, it was cold, and something was dripping.

Not that it was a cave, like she pretended it was. With her eyes closed she could almost feel the stone walls and the moss of her imagination. But she was on a bunk, a rickety old bunk slapped together with timbers and half-penny nails, in a place that was well put together enough that she figured they weren't going to hurt them or kill them. And she'd been here for a little while, so they had time to, well. Um.

If they were going to, that is. She didn't think they were.

That was all she knew about this place, though. It could have been anywhere. The walls rattled with the sounds of an air conditioner or a heater, and they both sounded the same, so she couldn't tell which it was. And in between the sounds behind the walls were the sounds coming from under the blankets and in the bunks, and under the bunks sometimes. The sounds of other children sniffling, crying.

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Title:International Relations
Fandom: Night Watch/Human Target
Characters: Tiger Cub, Guerrero
Word Count: ~28,000
Rating: PG-13
Summary: When children who have yet to make their Choice go missing up and down the West Coast of the United States, the head of the Moscow Night Watch sends Tiger Cub to help the Americans investigate. Her encounter with the assassin Guerrero seems to be a coincidence, but the deeper she goes into the investigation the fewer coincidences there seem to be.
A/N: Written for scifibigbang and beta'd by the ever-tolerant kikibug13


"I have a mission for you, my dear."

Tiger Cub leaned her head back in the seat and rolled it from side to side, restless. She hated flying. Semyon was driving her to the airport and consoling her with platitudes and offerings of sing-alongs. It wasn't working.

"Boris Ignatievich can..."

"Tsst." Semyon shushed her. There was a better than even chance that their fearless leader would hear her, especially when he had just summoned her to headquarters. It was a wise thing to do, but it did nothing for her ill temper. And it did nothing for her curiosity and her suspicion regarding this latest mission.

Anatoly was in the computers again. She tugged his belt as she went past, and he yelped.

"What are you working on?"

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Title: Memorial
Fandom: The Losers
Characters: Aisha, Cougar
Word Count: 714
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Aisha gets a commemorative tattoo; Cougar helps with the aftercare
A/N: Written for kink_bingo prompt "Tattoos/Tattooing"

She showed Cougar before everyone else for myriad reasons, not all of which were in words in her head. Because he was silent. Because he understood them, somehow, he had always understood the dynamic between them and been able to translate Clay to her, her to Clay. Because he knew how she felt, and she wasn't as sure of Jensen, despite some of the things Jensen understood (to her surprise). Because she was comfortable around his silence and she wasn't sure what words she wanted right now, but better few to no words than a whole lot of potentially wrong ones.

The right ones... no, even though she knew what she wanted she wasn't sure what the right ones would be. Saying that he was back brought with it all kinds of doubts and fears of false hope. Anything else would be less.

It didn't take long, was only minimally painful. Or maybe she was just distracted. The buzz of the needle tool droned into her thoughts and soothed her, if not to the point of unconsciousness. Which was good, because there was no peace in unconsciousness these days. There were only the dreams her subconscious mind brought up to either soothe her or torment her, she wasn't sure which. Dreams where he was alive again. And they were walking, working, something. Together. In bed, together, and then she had to wake up to a bed alone.

The artist wiped off the last of the blood and applied solution, and a bandage, but not before she'd inspected it. It was good.

Later, after careful thought, she went to Cougar for help with the aftercare.

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Title: Goddess Within
Fandom: The Craft
Characters: Nancy/Sarah/Bonnie/Rochelle
Word Count: 500
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Nancy tries to enact the Great Rite with only a limited understanding of how it actually works.
A/N: Written for kink_bingo "Orgy." At some point I'll write an NC-17 version of this, but right now, this is it.

( Girl orgy! Ish. )

Title: Holding Out For No Heroes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: John Winchester, OCs
Word Count: ~1,500
Rating: PG
Summary: John Winchester meant to rescue the civilians and destroy the demons. Except these particular civilians don't need rescuing...
A/N: Written for mundane_bingo "people trying to help you when you don't need help"

This was supposed to be an easy job, and it had turned into a nest of demons bigger than he'd ever run into before. Probably it was the isolated area that did it; Rappahannock County wasn't the biggest bastion of civilization. He'd tracked the last of them to a dead-end gravel road with a metal bar across it, and three cars parked in front of a cabin. Shit.

There were figures in the windows, too, passing back and forth in through the rooms in front of the light. From the road he could see what looked like a kitchen from the curtain pattern, maybe a bathroom from the water tank hanging outside of it, and he didn't know what that third room was. At least two people in the house. Recent arrivals, too, by the heat coming off the hood of at least one of the cars. He made his way up the short, steep hill towards the door, easing open the screen door without creaking it. His breath was coming fast and shallow already, he needed to be clear about this. Focused. Just two demons, nothing he hadn't handled before. One more breath, and he slammed into the door and ...

... almost fell down, water hitting his face with considerable force.

"Shit!" "Did you get him?" "I got him, is..." "He's not smoking." "Doesn't rule out..."

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Title: Marital Arts
Fandom: The Covenant (sort of)
Characters: Chase/Ginny (OFC)
Word Count: 1,100
Rating: light R
Summary: Chase and his wife have an... active and varied sex life.
A/N: Written for kink_bingo

Her husband's predilections and preferences in the bedroom were well known to Ginny. The rest of the world might think of him as hetero because he was married to a woman, even when Massachusetts law permitted otherwise. Chase still told her, at night and after the children were asleep, sometimes after sex, of his fantasies. Men featured profoundly in many of them, more so than women.

It started as a discussion on what appealed to him about men, if there was anything he missed. There were men in particular he missed, but in the beginning he almost fell over himself in his efforts to reassure her that this didn't mean he would stray. She stroked his hair and soothed his fears on that account, and asked the questions she could think of. Some things he did miss that she simply couldn't give. Some intimacies she could allow, with the other boys, as she thought of them. Some the boys themselves wouldn't allow, and others, certain specific others, could be duplicated.

He blushed when she offered. Blinked at her, and blushed. She laughed and told him it was just an act of sexual pleasure, and of love. What was there to be ashamed of?

They didn't do anything about that first discussion, but it provoked others, and online shopping trips with the laptop balanced between them late at night in the old house. Soft, sly looks and whispered suggestions culminated in outright experiments until they discovered what they both liked and could indulge in. Which resulted in Isabel taking her baby brother for several long walks, and when Ash and the twins came along, Will spending at least one afternoon a week at their places.

Which left them plenty of time to chase one another around the bedroom.

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