(Extra December) Ficlet - 1. For maurheti who requested Southland/Bandom: Gabe meets Ben “You’re arresting me?”
“Yup.” “Why?” “Disturbing the peace. “Oh.” “Yeah, because drunks like to pee on it.” “I am not drunk.” “No?” “Happily inebriated. “Not my musical genre, I’m sorry to say.” “Let me guess. “Heavy metal,” Ben informs him as he cuffs the second wrist. “How’s that?” Ben needs to shut up, but something about this guy gets under his skin.
Sailor by maurheti. Bridging the Rift by Cheryl Dyson. The Minister of Magic’s office was small and cramped, not at all what Jack expected from people with the ability to do magic.
Jack explained the situation, which thankfully took a helluva lot less time than it normally would have. He supposed the magic thing allowed wizards to have more accepting minds than their ordinary human counterparts. Two men suddenly shoved their way into the room and Jack looked at them both with interest. He nearly whistled aloud at the collective sex appeal. Too bad it promised to be a short mission. “Malfoy. “Muggle,” the blond repeated and Jack was impressed at the volume of disgust the man packed into a single word. “What’s this about, Kingsley?” Shacklebolt said, “Jack needs our help. Jack nodded and watched Harry Potter drop into a chair. “Since when do Muggle agencies come to us for help?” “You are a Muggle, right?” No Lack of Subterfuge by templemarker by templemarker.
No Lack of Subterfugeby templemarker Notes: You have no idea how much I want to write Michael Westen, John Sheppard, and Brad Colbert playing poker and counting cards. With thanks to marcolette and oxoniensis. Read it here or at the archive. "I fucking hate spies," Brad said drily as Michael Westen walked into the bar. Michael's mouth quirked in that familiar inscrutable grin. "It's unlike you to gloat," Brad said, pushing the sparkling water disguised as a mojito towards Michael. "You never appreciated modesty," Michael said, taking a sip. "I only like subtlety in my technology," Brad acknowledged, angling his body towards the door. "Thanks for coming out here," Michael said after a beat, flicking a careful finger against Brad's hand.
Brad felt his smile turn down a little. It was clear, when Brad had taken the call only twelve hours before, that Michael had called him as a last resort. And now Michael was in Miami. "What's the project? " "How much do you know about my burn? " Eames and Ray, Ruling the World, One Cat and a Gun at a Time by Pyrimidine & syllic. All the rules of logic don't apply by noelia_g. Title: All the rules of logic don't applyFandom: Generation KillCharacters/Pairings: Nate/BradWordcount: 4684Rating: PG-13Disclaimer: Based on fictionalised portrayals as seen on the HBO miniseries.A/N: Iron Man AU.
Started as a comment for a prompt, spiralled a little out of control. Nate has considered quitting his job only once. It wasn't after the Colbert Expo, even though pretty much everyone he knew and some well-meaning strangers told him he should. It wasn't after Brad and Ray disappeared for two weeks and the press got a few interesting shots from Monte Carlo and then, inexplicably (even though, well, it was Ray), from Tijuana. It wasn't even after his employer got himself taken hostage in Iraq of all places and left Nate pretty much in charge of one of the largest companies in the world. ("Not like I planned it," Brad told him pointedly. "Ray Person is not good authority, Brad. " "I meant the Forbes magazine. " Nate shook his head. "Sounds suspiciously like an order. " Nate nodded. Ways and Means by templemarker.