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Beguiled by Rhi Marzano

Fraser moves almost aggressively in front of the bathroom door. “Perhaps now might not be the best time to use the facilities.” “If you’re hiding a woman in there, I swear I will kick you in the head.” I stalk in his room and take hold of the doorknob. “And not because I don’t like …

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Jonah by khaleesian

In hindsight, Fraser thought that it was incredibly brave of Ray to bring Moby Dick to the stakeout. Originally, he had only tacitly commended Ray’s foresight. The taped surveillance of the A&M warehouse promised to be exceedingly tedious. Detectives Huey and Dewey had already laid claim to the bulky audio monitoring equipment in the front …

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Rocket Launcher by Matthew Haldeman-Time

“Is everyone around here gay?” Dave demanded. “No, but I think we’re all bi,” Carter said. “What about you? Who are you seeing?” “The word is ‘whom.’ Nice to see we’re employing doctors without a firm grasp of the English language. Are we out of patients, Dr. Carter?” “I’ll go check,”” Carter said, and ducked …

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Four Boots, Five Thousand, Two Hundred and Eighty Feet by Pares

Ronon was looking on with interest, already fiddling with a skewer of fish, as Rodney sniffed at the optra before touching the tip of his tongue to the fuzzy part near the stem. It was a weird, finicky, completely Rodney thing to do, and John shook his head a little. “Just eat it, will you?” …

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Protocol by The Brat Queen

“Hey -” ” – on behalf of the Council I – “ ” – they told me you were here and – “ ” – humbly offer myself – “ ” – sorry I was out and all – “ ” – to you as part of – “ ” – but I thought I’d …

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Mar
12

Surgeon’s Mate by belmanoir

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Sometimes, control is not possible. It is a bitter lesson, but all lessons must be learned, regardless of personal inclination. Spock raises a resigned eyebrow, turns, and looks McCoy full in the face. “Really, doctor?” he challenges. He can hear his feeling in his voice, sense it in his expression.

McCoy is startled. His eyes search Spock’s face. Spock waits as one second passes, then several more. McCoy looks down, then up again at Spock with a soft, knowing smile. He is so close, so close, his hand still lingering on Spock’s shoulder–

“I know,” McCoy says gently. Control is a memory. “I’m worried about Jim too.”

Saved. McCoy has always combined unexpected insight with unexpected obtuseness. Spock turns away, not sure what his reaction is but wishing nevertheless to hide it. Of course he is worried about Jim. He’s always worried about Jim, but he’s used to that. Jim, at least, is capable of the most basic self-defense; he rarely comes to serious harm. The odds are excellent that he is seducing a 892-IV native by now.

Surgeon’s Mate

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Mar
11

Everingham by Katharine T

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Mr. Crawford had determined to be exactly what his habits were not: steadfast and purposeful. The decision had been made swiftly, as he did everything. Fanny expected him to go to Everingham – therefore he would go. It became apparent that charm alone would not win her; so he would be responsible and honorable and eager to do his duty: whatever would make her think well of him, that he would become. There was a kind of challenge in it that he accepted with enthusiasm, and which mostly compensated for the loss of the other challenge he had been pursuing. He had fully intended to make Mrs. Rushworth in love with him again, just to serve her right for being so cold. And he couldn’t help but regret that her pride would remain victorious. There was an injustice in it that irked him. At the thought of Fanny’s eyes, though – he could see those eyes before him, gentle and trusting, and then hurt and disappointed. No, it was too great a risk. Her strict propriety must govern his actions, at least for a while. The conquering of Maria Rushworth must take second place to that.

Everingham (Part 2) (Part 3)

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Mar
10

Trouble by khaleesian

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This was the moment, Dom decided.

This was the moment when he was going to find out if this whole journey had been one enormous waste of time. He rolled down his window next to the Skyline, knowing that the right-hand drive would put him within three feet of Brian’s face. Close enough to see everything, he hoped.

Brian’s face was curiously blank for what felt like a long moment. And then he smiled.

Dom felt as though he’d stepped off a ledge between one long heartbeat and the next. Fallen into a beautiful world that was populated only by himself. And Brian, smiling, like he’d just learned how.

Female Trouble
Male Trouble
just trouble!

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Mar
09

Aegis by Springwoof and Leah

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Author’s summary: The Ancients’ genes didn’t just confer the power to activate their technology. For ten percent of Earth’s population, like John Sheppard, the ATA gene also gave them Gifts: special abilities that made them admired, envied, and feared.

Sheppard was a Charmer, one of the feared ones, whose particular Gift let him create faith whenever he needed to be trusted or believed. But Sheppard didn’t trust himself not to destroy what he loved most. And somewhere along the line, amid the terror and chaos of the Expedition’s first year in the Pegasus Galaxy, what Sheppard loved most had become Rodney McKay.

McKay didn’t trust anyone. As soon as you started trusting people, you started counting on them, depending on them, and that was when you became vulnerable. And vulnerable things didn’t survive. So just when, exactly, had he started trusting Sheppard?

And what was going to happen, now that he did?

Aegis

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Mar
08

Wires by entangled_now

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“My neck is not a grab handle, and for that matter neither is any other part of me, and on the whole I’d appreciate less dragging in general.”

“This is important,” Casey says flatly.

“So are the customers,” Chuck points out.

“No they’re not.”

Casey makes arguing very, very hard…and also sometimes painful.

Wires

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Mar
07

Matt is, Mohinder isn’t by baehj2915

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“It’s nothing. It’s just… I have a hard time talking to you.”

That came as a huge surprise. Matthew had always seemed very easy-going, particularly so, in light of his recent circumstances. My confusion must have been apparent, because he continued ahead of me.

“I mean, because you’re… You’re a freaking scientist. You have a doctorate and an English accent. You’re from halfway around the world. Which is cool and all, but it’s not like we have a lot we can discuss together.”

“That’s not true,” I reacted immediately. “Those things don’t mean we have things in common. And who says we need to have a similar frame of reference in order to get along?”

Matthew cocked an eyebrow inquisitively. “You just said ‘frame of reference’ and you totally find me annoying.”

“That’s not true.”

“Doc, I can read minds.”

I turned away from him, idly preparing food. “I just don’t know you very well. That’s all.”

“You’re right. And for Molly’s sake we should probably get to know each other better.”

I nodded. But I was suddenly nervous. He may have been right about us being far too different in order to get along. It didn’t seem very likely a bisexual Indian man with a passion for theoretical genetic research would mesh very well in close living quarters with a fairly straightforward American male. Then again, most straightforward American males couldn’t read minds.
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Mar
07

Wesley Rogue Demon by James Walkswithwind & Mad Poetess

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“What’s going on?” Angel asked, and Wesley could hear everything he couldn’t see on their faces. It warmed him, and grieved him that as soon as Master Arelain spoke, his place here would be over.

“I have come to re-claim my property. It went astray.”

He could hear the anger, could read the voice as well as he’d ever been able to read languages of human or demon. He might escape with death.

Likely not.

Wesley Rogue Demon (Part 2)

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Mar
06

Solid Ground by noelia_g

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The invitation, Jim will think later, should have came as no surprise, considering everything. But at the moment it arrives, he is certainly taken aback. It’s addressed to the kids, not him, and printed out on an elegant paper with heavy lettering. Babs picks it up from the mailbox, along with a pile of bills and adverts, and takes out the good letter opener, the one she got from her grandmother a while ago, to open it instead of just ripping up the envelope.

“Can we go?” she asks immediately after reading, and Jim rolls his eyes at her.

“Can I at least see what it is?” She hands him the envelope, and he skims the invitation, raising his eyebrows. Of all the things he had expected, a charity event on the Gotham’s main ice rink was not it. It’s for a good cause, of course, the rebuilding of Gotham General, and Jim is quite sure the tickets, of which three are attached, cost a fortune. And for that exact reason, he’s not entirely sure it’s such a good idea.

There’s another piece of paper in the envelope, addressed to him, and he unfolds it with a frown. It’s titled ‘before you say no’, and honestly, Bruce Wayne is starting to annoy him slightly. After this, the note goes: ‘I’m sure Barbara and Jimmy would enjoy the outing. I’ll make sure you don’t have to suffer through tedious small talk,’ and is signed ‘Bruce Wayne.’ Scratch the slightly, concentrate on annoyance.

Author’s summary: ladynathena wanted something with Gordon’s kids, and Bruce/Batman interacting with them. Then kubis started to enable me. So, here you are, a fic diverging a bit from the ending of TDK, contaning a minor character’s death (I’m very sorry, honestly), buckets of angst, some shmoop, and quite soon, in next parts, enough fluff to make a dozen of pillows.

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Mar
05

Momentary Paws by velithya

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Steve’s phone starts playing the Star-Spangled Banner, and Steve says “It’s Tony,” something a lot like relief in his tone, and answers. “Tony, hi,” he says. “Where are you?”

*You are holding me,* Tony says through the Extremis, and Steve is so surprised that his fingers slacken far enough that Tony has to scramble to avoid a several-foot drop to the floor.

“What?” Steve says, looking at Tony, finally, and Tony looks up at him and waves one tiny paw.

*Hi,* Tony says. *I appear to be a kitten.*

Momentary Paws (or, DO NOT WANT) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5)

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Mar
04

Chacun à son goût by thehoyden

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“What’s the meaning of this?” snapped a balding man with squinty eyes, who was backed by a couple of thugs who looked only too eager to deal with my disruption of the performance. A second man with more accompanying muscle didn’t even look in the mood to ask cursory questions before disposing of my carcass one way or another.

Only one man in the opera box didn’t have a visible gun trained on me, and that was Gentleman John Marcone. He regarded me with swiftly calculating eyes from his seat on a red velvet sofa, cool as could be in his tuxedo.

“You said we’d be alone,” Baldy said meaningfully.

“And we are, I assure you,” Marcone said smoothly. “Mr. Dresden here is my companion, who was unavoidably delayed.” There was a slight emphasis on the way he said companion, something indulgent and proprietary. It raised the hairs on the back of my neck, and I didn’t like it one bit.

Then again, I wasn’t really fond of getting plugged full of holes when I accidentally walked in on high-level mafia negotiations, either. The other men in the box still looked suspicious, but Marcone brushed his fingertips over the empty space next to him on the velvet sofa. “Do sit down,” he said, not taking his eyes off mine.

Hell if I knew what kind of game he was playing now, but no one’s ever accused Marcone of not knowing how to land on his feet, even when a wizard burst into his opera box full of men with itchy trigger fingers.

Chacun à son goût

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