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This one is a CSI/The One crossover, with Archie filling in for Jet Li. It's attempting to be a Nick/Archie fic.
Archie’s mind drifted as he watched the security footage.
He’d fled LA, he’d walked into the vet clinic expecting to be able to start his relationship with T.K just as he had before. Archie smiled wanly. His world had fallen apart when her partner, a pretty woman, tall and blonde had walked in and T.K’s face had lit up. He’d run away from that obvious happiness, after all that had happened he couldn’t stay in LA after loosing her again. He had run to Vegas and four years later Archie had finally rebuilt himself.
The ringing of his cell phone jarred Archie out of his thoughts and he dug through his pocket.
“Hello?”
“Archie.” Archie’s heart clenched and his stomach dropped. “We have a situation.”
“It’s happened again.” Archie’s voice was resigned. There was a sigh from the phone.
“Dominguez, Yours will be his 47th. His mark is in Las Vegas. We can find him if you’ll help us catch him.” Archie hesitated for a moment then checked his watch.
“I’ll be off in an hour…”
“I’ll pick you up.”
Archie fidgeted his way through the rest of his shift, the strength and speed that he had ignored was thrumming under his skin. He finally slipped out of the lab and had barely reached the car park before a car pulled up.
“Get in, we’ve only got 40 minutes.”
Archie slipped into the car and they pulled quickly away. They drove in silence bar the occasional swearing from Funsch at the mid morning traffic. They finally arrived in a car park, bordered on three sides by tall buildings, in an empty part of town. A tall blonde man was stepping out of his car as they drove in and Funsch checked his watch. He nodded at the blonde man.
“That’s his mark.” He checked his watch again. “He should be here any second.” A few seconds later the bluey-silver light exploded and the tall blonde dove between cars.
Archie and Funsch opened the car doors and calmly walked out as a heavily built man with blonde hair fell out of the light. He shook himself and then spotting the blonde stalked over to him, grabbing his collar and slamming him against the car. He smirked cruelly and gripped the top of his head, his muscles bulging in anticipation of the sharp tug that would break his neck.
Dominguez’s head snapped sideways as Archie’s foot propelled him away from the blonde.
Funsch grabbed the blonde and threw him towards to exit of the car park.
“Get out of here!” He shouted and the blonde ran. Archie only noticed this in periphery as he brought up his hand to block a punch from the other man.
He kicked out his foot and, catching Dominguez in the chest, threw him back into the wall. Dominguez flipped himself back onto his feet and threw a flurry of kicks and punches at Archie who stood calmly blocking them. Finally he paused in his blows and Archie flipped himself over him, landing two hits to the kidneys before Dominguez turned. He was grimacing in pain but again started raining blows down on Archie. Archie finally sighed and pivoting on his left leg, slammed his foot into the man’s temple.
Funsch walked over as the man collapsed into a heap. He snapped cuffs onto the man and looked up at Archie.
“You had forgotten how strong you are.”
Archie scowled.
“I work in a lab, I don’t have to remember.”
This one is a weird CSI:NY/Numb3rs crossover David/Don, Danny/Flack. It's set in a world where the govm'nt has been hiding that fact that some people have spectacular powers, a little Heroes actually but they stole it from me :P.
Don leant against the doorway waiting for Danny and Mac. He pushed off the door as they stepped off the elevator.
“Victim is a 25 year old male, Victor Kavev, no sign of forced entry. Looks like a single gunshot to the head, neighbors heard the shot and called the police, that was just over 2 hours ago.” Don gestured at the apartment. “The problem with this is that Victor is unemployed, he’s got no priors but I’m thinking drugs, I was waiting for you to arrive, I’m going to check in with the drug squad see if this guy’s on their radar.” Don tapped a photo on his wrist and smiling at Danny left the apartment. Danny stared after him for a moment before Mac waved him into the apartment.
“Let’s get started then.”
It wasn’t until the next day that Don saw Danny and Mac again; he had dropped by the lab to check in on the evidence and let them know that they might be dealing with the feds. He finally tracked them down in the DNA Lab, they were all crowded around the desk.
“Mac, it looks like this may cross state lines. I got nothing out of the drug squads so I checked with robbery, seems Victor was suspected of some seriously high-end robberies but we could never get enough evidence to arrest him, they’d gat a few of his associates though, I was tracking them down and found, Louis Durbul, 31, shot in the head two days ago in Jersey City.” Don turned to see Danny and Mac’s reaction but they were still absorbed by the results on the desk. Don waved his hand at Mac.
“Hello? Did you even hear me?”
Mac and Danny finally looked up.
“I’m sorry Don, but this is amazing, Mr Kavev has an extra chromosome.” Don felt his stomach drop and his heartbeat thump in his ears, he held out his hand for the report.
“May I see that?”
Mac frowned at him but passed it to Don. Don scanned the paper frantically until his eyes caught on the breakdown of the extra chromosome and his chest felt tight. Don didn’t have a degree in chemistry but that extra chromosome, the 47th had been drilled into him, Kavev was one of theirs. Don held the printout in one hand as he fished out his cell phone. He scanned the contacts for a moment before pressing the call button and holding it to his ear. Don fidgeted under the CSI’s gaze as he waited for the call to connect.
“David Sinclair.” Don sighed in relief.
“David it’s Don, we have a murdered unknown 47, maybe two. This crosses state lines, the FBI are going to be involved, so it may as well be you from the start.” There was silence on the line for a few moments.
“You’re sure, there’s no doubt?”
“I’m looking at a DNA report with an extra chromosome, I’m sure.” Don could hear David thinking.
“Have you reported it yet?”
“No.”
“Ok.” David said with a sigh. “I’ll do it then, I need to ask about being assigned anyway. I should be out there sometime tomorrow, I’ll call when I’ve got more details, goodbye Don.”
“Tomorrow then.” Don snapped the phone shut. He turned back to face Danny and Mac and winced at the look of intense curiosity on their faces.
This one is the begining of a Virgin!Connor fic that got stuck, it's Nick/Connor.
Connor hunched further into his seat hoping not to be noticed, no such luck.
“What about you Temple? The most interesting place you’ve done it?”
Connor froze, a blush crawled its way up his cheeks, he shrugged self consciously.
“Nowhere interesting.”
Connor wasn’t sure what it was about his answer that suggested something vulnerable, but there must have been something because the idiot’s eyes lit up with an amused light.
“How bout nowhere at all.” The idiot and his friends laughed and Connor shrunk further down.
“Temple’s a virgin.” He grinned maliciously. “Can’t get it up? Or will just no one touch you?”
Connor thought he should be used to this by now, the teasing, but the clenching in his chest said otherwise.
He could have answered back, hit them, anything, but he couldn’t, he just couldn’t. Connor pushed himself up from his chair and walked away as quickly as he could without it being called running.
Connor curled into his bed, he didn’t want to be a virgin, it was just that he’d never been very good with people. He’d only ever really had Tom and Duncan and he’d never wanted to mess up their friendship by asking for something more.
He thought to his new friends, Abby would flat out tell him no and even if Stephen said yes Abby would kill him. That left the professor.
Connor’s stomach clenched at the thought of approaching Cutter, the professor was not a man who appreciated unorganised, ill thought out ideas.
Even as his stomach clenched, Connor still couldn't help the shiver that ran up his spine at the thought of actually doing that. Just walking into the professor's office and... Connor scowled at himself as he blushed furiously. No wonder he was a bloody virgin.
This one came from reading to many of the NUMA files books and its a Dirk Pitt/Al Giordino fic. First time and it's kind of got stuck.
Al and Dirk had been friends since they were barely out of nappies. They’d played football together, joined the Air Force together and left it for NUMA together.
Since they had joined NUMA they’d been shot together, drowned together, trapped together and they’d saved each others lives more times then either of them could count. They knew each other better then anyone else, which was why Al was surprised Dirk hadn’t figured it out before now.
They’d started off pretty drunk which was a condition they only really found themselves in while together.
Al’s left arm was in a sling, Dirk had a bandage covering a bullet graze on his leg and they were both battered black and blue. It was only because of their rather strange history that this actually wasn’t the worst time they could have chosen.
They’d been helping each other into Dirk’s bed, they’d shared one many times before. Two injured limbs and copious amounts of alcohol were making it difficult to manoeuvrer and they fell, tangled together onto the bed.
If they had fallen a little differently maybe this would have stayed under the surface, ignored for the rest of their lives, maybe Dirk would have gone on to marry one of his many women, maybe Al would have too, but that wasn’t what happened.
Dirk landed flat on his back and Al threw his good hand out to catch himself. He landed on Dirk’s uninjured leg, his weight pressing their bodies together and goddamn it felt good.
Al was hard before his conscious mind could remind him that was not how he was supposed to feel.
Dirk couldn’t miss it, and he didn’t. Before Al could even move Dirk had propped himself up on his elbows and was watching Al with an intense green gaze. Al’s cheeks were flushed red under Dirk’s observation. He didn’t even try to speak, he knew that he wouldn’t be able to say anything coherent.
Al was terribly good at denial, he’d been doing it for years. Sometimes he’d even been able to fool himself. Been able to deny how much it hurt, how much he hated all those women Dirk took to his bed. Even sometimes able to convince himself that he wanted the string of women who moved through his own. He’d been denying what he felt for so long that now having to face it had struck him dumb.
Dirk was still watching him and Al still had nothing to say. He just eased himself off Dirk, settling shakily onto the bed beside him.
“You could have said something.” Dirk finally spoke, it seemed as though having your best friend get hard against your thigh could have a sobering effect on someone.
“No, I couldn’t.” Al said, shifting.
This one is actually a section of a larger fic bigger fic Barefoot_starz and I were writing, its a Connor/Ryan fic set when an anomaly turns up in a museum.
Ryan smirked to himself as the men jogged away before turning back to the scientists. From what Cutter was saying the anomaly wouldn’t be here much longer and that meant neither would they.
Abby and Stephen, with nothing better to do wandered off towards the natural history exhibits. Connor wandered off in a different direction, the dinosaur exhibit Ryan noted with a smile.
Ryan gestured one of his men off after Abby and Stephen and followed after Connor himself.
He’s hard to find in the maze of exhibits, Ryan gets lost twice before he finally finds him pressed up against a glass case. His situational awareness must have been improving because he turns his head and smiles at Ryan as he approaches. He gestures at the case.
“He died over 100 million years ago and one day I might get to meet him.”
Connor’s smile was infectious and Ryan found himself smiling back.
Ryan isn’t sure when his danger sense started responding more to animal noises then people but they now set his reflexes off faster then a gunshot.
Ryan slid slightly on the tiles as he pushed Connor to the floor, barely a second later he had his gun up searching for a target.
He was ready for anything, anything except for Connor to start laughing on the floor beside him.
He flicked his eyes downwards, no that certainly wasn’t hysteria, Connor was snickering at him.
There was another growl in the background and Ryan shot his attention back to the room around him.
A woman’s voice started lecturing about dinosaurs and Ryan’s eyes darted around, searching for its source.
The seconds ticked by and nothing tried to eat them, Ryan finally looks back down at the still laughing Connor.
“What!” He demanded.
Connor muffled his snickers and pushed himself to his feet, he points to a spot high up on the museum wall where when Ryan turns he can see a projection of dinosaurs snarling in time to the noises he could hear.
Connor was trying not to laugh anymore.
“I…” His mouth twitched. “I did almost the same thing when they first installed it, except without the gun and all.” He shrugged though his lips still twitched.
Ryan finds it hard to be mad at Connor and so just shakes his head. He watches as Connor circulates through the exhibits. He doesn’t read any of the signs but Ryan figures he’s probably got them memorised by this point.
He occasionally turns his attention to the projection which is quite a few minutes long and from someone who had met quite a few dinosaurs, pretty accurate.
He’s still watching Connor when the dark haired man freezes, stopped still in front of an exhibit.
Ryan goes instantly alert, gun up and searching, he finally hisses over at Connor.
“What is it?”
“Can’t you hear that?” Connor hisses back.
Ryan listens but can only hear the sound of the projection.
“Hear what? I can only hear the video.”
Connor pauses for a moment and then says something that makes his blood freeze.
“The snuffling growl? That’s not on the video.”
This is a tiny bit of a Reilly/Ben fic set at the end of National Treasure 2, it's the begining of a fic and it's all i've got so far.
Abigail is inviting him back into the house with utmost confidence and a little smugness and Ben knows that she thinks there is no chance he’ll say no.
The look on her face when he does makes him guilty for just a moment but after all she kicked him out of his house, so he thinks he deserves a little petty revenge.
Reilly is staring at him as he stands and walks over.
This is the begining of a West Wing fic where Jed Bartlett dosen't back down against the Middle East and Leo has to make good on his promise to 'Raise up and army against you' it's on hold for a while until I become a good enough writer to do the story justice.
Immortalised in history is the destruction of tyrants. Cromwell, Braveheart, Henry the fifth and even their own ancestors not quite 300 years past.
And yet it still felt as though he was destroying the democracy he had treasured and fought for all his life.
The room was too close and too hot and smelt of whisky and cigarettes and fear.
And well had they the right to fear, hidden away in the basement below they plotted to depose their leader.
This is the sequal to my Primeval Apocafic with them surviving in the Permian. I'm not sure about it though.
Connor expected to be useless, the soldiers and Stephen could hunt and shoot and they were also pretty good at the heavy lifting. Nick and Abby were spending most of their time identifying what could be eaten and how it should be done which Connor figures was not a purpose to which Abby ever expected her speciality in reptiles to be put. Lester was off somewhere planning or writing memos or doing whatever it is that the leader of the last vestige of the human race did. The civil engineers were engineering and the agricultural specialists were planning crops and irrigation and the builders were building. Starting with the bloody great wall around the compound that was slowly beginning to look like a town. The wall to keep the creatures out. Which was where Connor had come in.
He’d printed out his database before they had fled 21st Century Earth, several hundred pages of creatures and climates and he’d been set to work straight away.
He and Nick had huddled together as Stephen hovered to the side and explained to Ryan exactly why it was so important that they figured out when in the Permian they were.
He’d only really needed to say the words ‘Mass Extinction’ before Ryan backed off and started barking orders for a perimeter to be formed and camp to be set up for the night.
It took until the early hours of the morning and some fugitive ‘specimen gathering’ but they’d finally agreed on an Middle Permian date, they weren’t exactly sure when but it gave them a few million years before they had to worry about the extinction of the human race again.
Ryan listened much closer than Connor was used to as he explained that they were actually pretty lucky in where and when they landed, it was a much less hostile climate than it was in the Early Permian and they weren’t in any of the deserts that covered much of the interior of Pangaea.
This is a five things fic, a Iron Man version which is WIP titled 4 times Pepper Potts regretted working for Tony Stark and one time she didn't, and which will probably have Pepper/Tony undertones.
Everyone had told her she was insane to take a job so close to Tony Stark, try the personnel department they said, or the secretarial pool. Anything but working with him. But she had insisted and they had bet she wouldn’t last a week.
It was her first day and she'd woken early to offer Mr Stark some coffee. She was greeted with a note on the counter.
Miss Potts,
Please show my guest out.
I'll be in the workshop.
Well, this certainly hadn't been in her job description.
She knocked politely on his door and waited for a few moments before opening it and sticking her head around the door frame.
There was a leggy blonde passed out under the sheets and a pile of women's clothing by the door. The clothes smelled of expensive scotch and overpriced perfume as she carried them down to the laundry.
The girl must have been sound asleep because she didn't stir until long after her clothes were clean. Pepper stood serenely at the counter as she folded the woman's dress onto a long hanger and waited for the noises in Mr Stark's bedroom to produce a person.
The woman's hair was mussed and her legs looked startlingly long emerging from a men's dress shirt. She stretched lazily and looked around the room, as if assessing its value. She paused when she spotted Pepper, looking startled.
"Who are you? Where's Tony?"
Pepper sighed internally and plastered a calm smile on her face.
"I'm Miss Potts, Mr Stark's personal assistant and he has been called away. He asked me to show you out." Pepper pressed the clean dress into the woman's hands. She gestured to her right. "The bathroom is through there and your cab should be here any moment."
The woman threw her a filthy look as she clutched her dress and stalked towards the bathroom.
Pepper raised her hand to her face as she waited, resting it there and rubbing her eyes.
She wondered how often she would have to do this and feared the answer was 'a lot'.
It was only her first day and already she was having regrets.
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virgin!Connor is very uncomfortable, but awesome! If you can pull it off it will be amazing! Keep going there :)
I can see how the apocalypse fic is hard to get going. It's hard to know whether to get in some short dialogue pieces as they actually discuss the location, for example. Some more feeling for the setting, really feel those nerves of Ryan as he tries to sort them out with shelter etc. It's such a good premise, best of luck trying to work it!!
Nice work :)
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Yeah I think i'm trying to do to much storytelling in the apocafic, which is why it's not turning out to well. I think i need to tink about it less and just write it.
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