WIPs; the place to come when you want to be taunted. Mwahahaha.
I will say that any story that makes it on this page, I still hope to finish. If I've given up on something, I delete it to the digital elephant graveyard.
Oh, and all snippets are for the most part unbeta'd, so please excuse typos, etc.
LAST UPDATE TO THE UPDATES: 7/4/10
I've been very busy writing and working on the following:
Four Military Men
To Catch a Lex (See the amazing cover Caduceus03 made for this story!!)
Spoils of War (a new SPN!)
And two new NCIS stories!!
1. Stargate:
Stargate WIP #1 The Hunt. The hunt is on for Methos, and it's not only Immortals that are after him. Crossover between SG-1 and Highlander. Jack/Daniel, Methos/Duncan. Last worked on 2/09.
Snippet:
Methos was exhausted. He couldn't remember a time when he had been this tired, and after living for over 5000 years, that was saying a lot. There'd been too many quickenings far too fast. He ached so deep inside it felt as if he might shatter into a million pieces.
It was Cassandra, of course. After Duncan forced her to let him go free, denying her his head, she exacted her revenge by letting it be known that Methos was alive. She must have followed him to see where he'd gone to ground after Duncan renounced their friendship, and then put Methos smack in the middle of the Game.
They had come in droves. Everyone wanted his quickening, his knowledge, his survival skills. Everyone wanted to be the one to take Methos' head. They came too fast for him to have time to move on in order to escape them.
He could handle the upstarts. Methos had survived for a very long time and knew how to fight. The problem was his reputation was bringing the old ones, the good ones out of hiding. The ones who normally lay low, their plan to watch the game play out, wait for their numbers to dwindle until the game grew too serious to ignore.
But they came out for him. He was too enticing a prize to ignore. So in between the easy kills were the hard ones. Ones he staggered away from both bleeding from multiple wounds, and mentally and emotionally assaulted by the overwhelming power of the quickenings.
Some of the heads he'd taken had been from immortals almost as old as he. Methos hadn't realized there were so many. And he was beginning to believe he was going to meet them all, one by one.
Sometimes Methos couldn't remember who he was. With all the quickenings came all the lives, the memories, the countless deaths, and loves, and passions, and hatreds, and they filled Methos' head until he thought it might burst. He lost hours sometimes, seeing the world through memories long gone until some small noise suddenly brought him back to himself.
Stargate WIP #2: Four Military Men: Mega huge crossover: Jim/Blair, Gibbs/DiNozzo, Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney. Blair, Tony, Daniel and Rodney all meet in high school and become good friends. Then they all meet up at their twenty year high school reunion with their significant others. Crack fic of the finest kind. LOL. See snippet in NCIS section.
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2. Atlantis:
Atlantis WIP #1 Never alone. The sequel to Gene Therapy, a crossover between Atlantis and Smallville. This is also a crossover and starts the next morning.
Look at the awesome banner Digitalwave made for this story!!
An Atlantis Snippet:
When John woke up the next day, his head was still on Rodney's stomach. He'd slept like a log, and apparently, John had, too. He kissed Rodney softly, then, with a grin, blew a raspberry.
"Hey," Rodney protested, shoving him off.
John barely kept from falling off the bed. That was near the top of his to-do list: getting a larger bed. Of course, nothing would compare to the beds at Lex's castle. Too bad they couldn't have shoved a mattress or two in the puddle jumper. And sheets. Towels. That motorcycle. "We need a bigger bed," he announced, adjusting himself so he was on his side, facing Rodney.
"Right," Rodney said sarcastically, "because getting a bigger bed in both our rooms won't tip off anyone that we're having sex."
"So?" John said. "Let them figure it out."
"Hello?" Rodney said with a frown. "Military. Don't ask don't tell? Marines with small brains and large boots?"
"Hello?" John said just as snidely back. "Pegasus galaxy? International civilian run operation? Air Force Major with big brain and big gun?"
Rodney stared at John for a long minute. "John."
John rolled out of bed, grabbed his pants from yesterday, and withdrew the note Radek had passed him. He got back in bed, opened it up and showed it at Rodney. "See? Proof? You can't back out now."
Snickering, Rodney took the note. "I told you Radek would do it."
"See? Radek knows," John said reasonably. "He obviously doesn't care."
"Most scientists don't care where the sex comes from," Rodney said with a lopsided grin. "The dry spells last too long to be picky about stupid things like gender."
"I don't think anyone will care," John said.
"Bates?" Rodney countered. "He still watches Teyla like she's Mata Hari. You really think he's going to be fine with you having sex with another guy?"
"I don't want to hide this," John said plaintively.
Rodney leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Neither do I," he said. "I but I also don't want anything bad to come of it."
"It won't."
"It might," Rodney argued.
"Rodney."
"John, just give me some time, okay? Let me see how it all fits."
"What does that mean?" John asked, annoyed. "Does that mean you might decide it doesn't fit? That this was just a fling on Comic Book World?"
"Jesus, Sheppard," Rodney said with a shake of his head. "You are such high maintenance. Wait here." He got out of bed and moved to his dresser.
John used the opportunity to ogle Rodney's ass. His round, perfect, almost heart shaped ass. The ass that was now John's no matter what Rodney was thinking in that too brilliant brain of his.
Rodney appeared with a Three Musketeers bar in hand. "Here, okay?" He handed it to John. "Now you know I love you."
"You romantic fool, you," John drawled, even as he knew Rodney was totally serious. He didn't his chocolate away to anyone.
"All I'm saying," Rodney tried again, "is that I want to enjoy this, just you and me, without it being anyone's business for a while. I want it to be ours alone. Something I can think about and no one will have any idea what's making me smile when I should be thinking about how to do lobotomies on half my staff."
John liked the idea of that, watching Rodney smiling, knowing no one would have any idea why, except for John. "Okay." John held up a warning finger. "But just for a while. I don't want to hide this. Eventually I want us in the same bed every night and I don't want to have to sneak in and out every day."
Without agreeing, which John noticed, Rodney just kissed him. "Speaking of sneaking," was all Rodney said, "it's probably time for you to go."
"See?" John snapped. "I hate this already. We should be taking a shower together, walking to the cafeteria together. Playing footsie."
Rodney rolled his eyes. "Oh my God. You are such a girl. You even offer to give me a manicure, we are done."
With a disgruntled sigh, John rolled out of bed and began pulling on his pants. "We're not done talking about this, Rodney."
"Color me surprised." Rodney grumbled.
Atlantis WIP #2: Four Military Men: Mega huge crossover: Jim/Blair, Gibbs/DiNozzo, Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney. Blair, Tony, Daniel and Rodney all meet in high school and become good friends. Then they all meet up at their twenty year high school reunion with their significant others. Crack fic of the finest kind. LOL. See snippet in NCIS section.
3. Smallville:
Smallville WIP #1 Never alone. The sequel to Gene Therapy, a crossover between Atlantis and Smallville. This is also a crossover and starts the next morning. Last worked on 10/13/07. Currently 17 pages.
Smallville WIP #2: To Catch a Lex: Future fic. Lex Luthor has kidnapped Lois' Clark, and only another Lex can help. Crossover between Smallville (Lex/Clark) and Lois and Clark (Lois/Clark).
Before the snippet, look at this fabulous cover Caduceus03 made me. It is made of awesome!!
Snippet:
Jonathan appeared in the doorway again, interrupting him. "Clark'll be right here." The three of them stood there, staring at each other, until finally Martha stepped back from the door. "Would you like to come in?"
Lois smiled gratefully at her. "Yes. That would be great." She stepped into the farmhouse, so similar to the one she spent a great deal of time in, yet she could see subtle differences.
Before she could take a thorough snoop around, she heard the familiar sound of Clark swooping in. As he entered the room at a fast clip, she let out a cry. "Oh, Clark," she wailed, running to him, throwing her arms around him. He felt so good, his body so familiar to her.
Except instead of hugging her in return, he was patting her on the back as if she were some stray dog. She pulled back with a frown. "Don't you know me?"
He sent a beseeching look toward his parents. "Uh, sure. You're Lois Lane."
As Lois heard the sound of a car screeching to a halt outside in the driveway and a car door slam, she started to get a bad feeling about all of this. "We're not together here? We're not married?" She gazed up at Clark, not able to believe they wouldn't be together.
"You better not be," a voice said from the doorway.
She spun around and almost tripped as she saw the man she hated most in the world walk through the door. Her mouth open and closed a few times. "Lex Luthor," she finally spit out.
"Because," Lex continued, as if she wasn't doing an imitation of a fish out of water, "he's married to me." Lex moved to Clark, standing in front of him, placing himself between Clark and Lois. He grinned up at Clark, and Clark grinned back, wrapping his arms around Lex's middle.
"But--but--but." Lois tried to pull herself together. First the fish routine and now she was sounding like a motor boat. She stared at this Clark and Lex Luthor. Touching. Clark was touching Lex Luthor. Had his arms around him. "Okay," she said firmly. "This is wrong on so many levels. So many." She sliced her hands through the air, absolving herself of any responsibility for this catastrophic mistake. She wanted no part of a world gone this wrong.
4. The Sentinel
The Sentinel WIP #1: Four Military Men: Mega huge crossover: Jim/Blair, Gibbs/DiNozzo, Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney. Blair, Tony, Daniel and Rodney all meet in high school and become good friends. Then they all meet up at their twenty year high school reunion with their significant others. Crack fic of the finest kind. LOL. See snippet in NCIS section.
See above for pictures and snippet!!
The Sentinel WIP #2: Ancient Stronghold: Jim/Blair, John/Rodney. Yes, another crossover. The earth has been attacked by the Goa’uld and Jim and Blair are on the run.
Ancient Stronghold
Jim kept a firm grip on Blair's arm as they both ran for their lives. They'd both barely escaped being blown up by that last blast by inches. Jim's ears were still ringing, and both he and Blair were bleeding from dozens of small wounds.
They'd tried to take a stand. He and the rest of the Major Crime group, but this enemy, these aliens--and Jim still hadn't wrapped his mind around that--seemed indestructible. They were surrounded by force-fields, and bullets bounced right off of them.
They also had these weapons that looked like long spears, but they were capable of putting a hole as big as a bowling ball in a human being. They'd taken down Simon, Rafe, Henri, and Connor in seconds. The few remaining cops, Joel among them, had scattered when it became all too clear that they were about to be slaughtered.
Everything in Jim wanted to fight, but keeping his Guide safe was more important. Once he had Blair someplace safe, he could come back, find someone with the right weapons, and stand with them.
"Jesus, Jim," Blair gasped behind him. "Look at the sky."
Jim took a second to look up and realized the sky was full of ships. He'd thought he'd lost track of time, and that dusk was falling. But that wasn't the case at all. There were hundreds of ships in the sky, as far as the eye could see. Too many to fight.
He heard one of those spear-like weapons fire up from a distance, and he ducked into an alley with Blair, pushing him behind him, not a second before the blast hit right where he'd been standing.
Blair wiped tears from his eyes. "You sure he was dead? You sure Simon and the others were dead?"
"Yes," Jim said tersely. No one lived with a hole that big in your chest. Their hearts had been disintegrated.
"Jesus." Blair rested his forehead against Jim's back. Jim could hear him try to hold back a sob. "What the fuck is happening? What are those things?"
Jim had no idea They looked human; but they weren't. Not with their eyes glowing like that, and their superhuman power, and their weird amplified voices. Not to mention the countless spaceships, and alien technology, and their apparent goal of eliminating all human life. "I don't know," Jim said. He had no frigging idea what they were, if they were everywhere on the planet, or just here in Cascade--which was unlikely--and most importantly, he didn't know where to take Blair that was safe.
He knew, as much as he didn't want to admit it, if they sent this much of a force to Cascade, Washington, that the larger metropolitan areas must be inundated. But the fact that they had come to Cascade, told Jim that they were probably all over the world. There was no other explanation for their appearance here.
All around him, the aliens were breaking into every building, searching all rooms. Jim could hear the screams of people hurting, and a part of him was dying that he wasn't helping. His tribe was being destroyed. He turned around and pulled Blair into his arms, burying his nose into Blair's thick curls. At least he had Blair. It was the only reason his senses weren't already at zone out levels. There was no doubt in Jim's mind that he would have gotten lost in his senses desperately searching for his Guide. If they hadn't been together when the attack had started--Jim shook his head. He didn't even want to think about it.
"I'm okay," Blair assured him, patting Jim's back. "I'm right here." He hugged Jim tightly, though, adding, "Jim, what if we hadn't been together?" unknowingly echoing Jim's thoughts.
"I'd have found you," Jim said. Or died trying, he added silently. He could hear footsteps running--no doubt the owner of the weapon that had missed them. "We have to go." He stepped back reluctantly, out of Blair's embrace, took a second to notice the severe exhaustion on his friend's face, then forced himself to ignore it by pushing Blair ahead of him, down the alley. They'd been running for hours, with no time to plan or even to think. If he had, Jim wouldn't have ducked them down an alleyway.
Fortunately this alley crisscrossed another one, so Jim drew them down that way, wanting to get out of sight of whoever was chasing them. Beside him, Blair stumbled; only Jim catching him by the elbow kept him from landing on his knees. "Hang in there," Jim cautioned. They couldn't stop now.
He started trying doors on the second alleyway, not really wanting to run out into the main street the alley poured out onto. He knew every main street had aliens on guard. Huge men with tattoos on their forehead, all armed to the teeth.
As he felt for the last door on the alleyway and found it locked as well, Jim cursed under his breath. They were running out of choices, either force a door, which would be recognizable to those following, turn back toward the alien that was chasing them, or go out onto the main street and risk running into more.
He chose the main street, hoping against hope that there would be another place of safety they could tuck into long enough to catch their breath.
His hand still on Blair's arm, Jim cautiously approached the street. He knew he'd made the wrong decision when one of the alien soldiers stepped into view, aiming his weapon right at the two of them. Fully expecting to feel the heat of the blast, Jim was surprised when, instead, the man yelled something at them, pointing toward the center of town.
"What?" Jim asked stupidly.
"He's not speaking English," Blair reminded him in a harsh whisper. "Just go where he's pointing."
Right. Keeping himself between Blair and the spear weapon, Jim stumbled forward. The alien prodded him with the spear, yelling the word again. It sounded something like 'kree', and Jim could hear it being yelled all over the town center. When he was fully on the street, Jim could see that the aliens weren't, in fact, killing everyone. They were rounding up everyone who wasn't dead in the center of town, at the small park there. Everyone looked as exhausted as Jim and Blair did.
As he and Blair made their way to the park, these…rings…Jim couldn't think of a better word, sort of like one of those ring toys for kids, the brightly colored ones that you put on a plastic tower. It fell to Earth with a loud clang, landing over a group of people who were screaming in fear. When the rings lifted away, they took the people with them. On the ground was half of a body where the rings had literally cut him in half.
"Oh," Blair gasped, coming to an abrupt stop. "Oh, God." Then Blair let out a scream, his mouth gaping in a rictus of pain.
Jim stared at him for a second, too tired to figure out what was happening, but then an angry light streamed from Blair's eyes and mouth, and that was when Jim saw that one of the aliens was touching Blair with some alien technology, something that looked like a small pitchfork. "Stop it!" Jim yelled, shoving the man away, knowing he was signing his own death warrant.
The stick was removed from Blair, and shoved at him, and Jim let out his own scream; impossible to stay silent with this type of pain coursing through him feeling like he was being flayed alive from the inside out. When it was finally pulled away, both he and Blair were on their knees, gasping for breath.
The tall soldier who had captured them was yelling at them, no doubt to get up, and the look of anger and total lack of compassion, made Jim force himself to respond. He staggered to his feet, pulling Blair up beside him.
The rings came down again, and the people huddled together, no one wanting the fate of the last man who hadn't stood close enough. Jim had no idea what waited for them on one of the alien ships, but he knew it was nothing good.
He was pushed forward again, a few feet closer now to the rings, and Jim surreptitiously looked around for someplace to run. If the opportunity presented itself, he'd rather take his chances here. "Can you run," he said softly to Blair.
"Yes," Blair said back in exhausted determination.
Jim didn't even know why he asked. Blair was always equal to the physical demands placed on him. He was like a terrier, all scrap and energy. Even today, when life as they knew it was falling to pieces, Blair would somehow pull it together and give Jim what he needed.
Under the guise of helping Blair stay standing, Jim pulled him close. "I love you," he said quietly. "I always have."
Blair's eyes shone, even through his weariness, and he smiled at Jim. "Me, too."
That was all the respite they got, though, as they were shoved again by the large alien behind them. Despite keeping an eye out, Jim couldn't see where they could go. The aliens were everywhere, defending every street. Running right now would be a death sentence. At least on the ship they'd be alive. That was assuming they'd be allowed to stay together. Jim's heart raced at the thought of the two of them being separated.
Then, almost like the cartoons, where the smell of a fresh cooking pie placed on the counter of an outside window curled around the nose of an animal, luring them in, something touched Jim much the same way.
There was an antique store a few feet from where they were standing. He and Blair had been in it before, mostly to poke fun at the stupid stuff inside. Neither of them had never been one to understand the appeal of antiques. Jim liked new and contemporary, and Blair liked cheap and simple, or cultural. Needless to say, most everything in the store stunk to high heaven to a Sentinel's nose.
He stared at the store front, wondering why he felt so drawn to it right now. It looked the same as always, except for the fact that the door was being held open by the body of the proprietor. Jim had to look away for a moment; his eyes stinging with tears at his uselessness to save his city.
"We need to go in that store, Chief," Jim whispered.
Blair sent him a confused look but nodded.
They were shoved again, and harsh words were yelled at them, no doubt telling them to stop talking. A few more steps and they'd be away from the store, and that meant Jim needed a diversion right now.
As if on cue, the rings dropped again when people weren't expecting it, and the screams as people lost limbs and worse, provided the distraction Jim needed. "Now," he said, pushing Blair.
Gamely, Blair took off for the stores and was inside, leaping over the dead proprietor in a matter of seconds, Jim right behind him. He heard the sound of the alien's weapon charging, and ran faster. As Jim got inside the shop, he felt a blast of pain singeing his side.
"Jim!" Blair yelled, worriedly.
"Go! Go!" Jim yelled. "Go upstairs."
The two of them ran like crazy, dashing up the stairs, and Jim was grateful that they were on the back side of the store, making them unavailable as a target for a moment. He kept listening for loud steps, but no one had come into the store yet. Maybe their guard knew they really had no where to go, and was making sure things were settled outside before following them.
"Where?" Blair gasped out at the top of the stairs.
That was when Jim heard the sound of stomping feet entering the store below. "Fuck," he cursed. "That door," he pointed, still feeling a pull.
With barely a look, trusting his Sentinel, something that Jim would bask in later, assuming they lived through this, Blair threw the door open. Jim pushed him inside. It looked like a spare bedroom turned junk room. There was crap everywhere. Piles of magazines and yellowed newspaper on the bed, every inch of wall space was filled with old photographs and old fashioned pictures with gold ornate frames. The floor was covered with a mishmash of rugs barely seen under all the pieces of furniture, including cribs, rocking chairs, and end tables.
"What are we doing?" Blair asked in fear. "Tell me you have a plan."
The feet were on the stairs now.
That was when Jim saw it. "That," he said, pointing at an odd shaped mirror on the far corner of the room. He had no idea how a mirror was going to help them, but he was sure that was what had pulled him in here.
"A mirror?" Blair asked incredulously. "What, like Alice in Wonderland?"
So much for blind faith, Jim thought wryly to himself. "Just go."
They fought their way through the junk on the room, pushing aside end tables, and a rocking horse with broken springs. Something crunched under Jim's feet and he looked down and saw Christmas ornaments strewn about.
"There's no reflection," Blair said in wonder, even as he reached out and touched the frame.
As soon as he touched it, an image appeared of a storage room. It was dark, and not very appealing. If Jim wasn't feeling such an overpowering urge to touch the mirror, he might have stood to face and deal with what would be coming through the door behind them any second.
"Come on," Jim said, hoping whatever he was putting his faith in, would prove trustworthy. Their lives depended on it.
"Come on, where?" Blair complained, but he didn't stop Jim from grabbing his arm.
Just as Jim reached out to touch the mirror, he heard the whine of a weapon discharge, and Blair cried out and sagged at his side. Terrified, he clutched Blair's now limp body tightly and touched the mirror.
In an instant, he found himself on the other side of the mirror, in that small storage room. He heard one of the alien's let out an enraged bellow, and heard weapons firing again. Not knowing if it would help, he touched the frame of the mirror, only to stumble in relief when the surface of the mirror went flat again.
He continued to stumble when Blair's weight pulled on him, and he fell to his knees, laying Blair down, terrified he'd find his Guide dead or dying, bleeding to death on the cement floor.
But, after a thorough search, Jim could find no wounds. Blair was just unconscious. The terror of the day, and the nonstop running, finally caught up with Jim. He didn't think he could move another foot even if Blair's life depended on him. He inched back against a wall of the storage room, dragging Blair with him. Then, situating Blair against his chest where Jim could wrap his arms around him, Jim descended into an exhausted sleep.
5. NCIS
NCIS WIP #1: Four Military Men: Mega huge crossover: Jim/Blair, Gibbs/DiNozzo, Daniel/Jack, John/Rodney. Blair, Tony, Daniel and Rodney all meet in high school and become good friends. Then they all meet up at their twenty year high school reunion with their significant others. Crack fic of the finest kind. LOL.
See above for pictures!!
Snippet:
"You going to your high school reunion?" Gibbs asked, waving the invitation in front of Tony.
Tony grinned. "Thinking about it? Wanna come?"
"Not if the fate of the world rested on me going," Gibbs said firmly, a tinge of horror in his voice. Gibbs had never been to any of his, and he sure as hell wasn't going to Tony's.
"Oh, come on, Jethro, it'll be fun," Tony pleaded. "You'll get to meet all my geeky friends."
"You with geeky friends?" Gibbs said skeptically. "More like all the popular jocks without a brain between them."
"Hey, I was a jock," Tony protested.
"I know," Gibbs teased.
Tony lunged at him, knocking him down on the bed. "You calling me stupid?" he asked through narrowed eyes.
Gibbs took advantage of the situation to rock against Tony. The free time they managed to get off together was far and few between, and Gibbs hated to waste a second of it. He ran his hands down Tony's back until he was cupping a handful of ass which he squeezed. "Geeky?" Gibbs asked. "Trust me, you were never geeky." Tony probably came out of the womb with a rakish smile on his face.
Tony smiled at him, please at the implied compliment. "Maybe not, but my friends were."
"I don't believe it," Gibbs said.
"I'll prove it," Tony said, jumping up.
"Hey," Gibbs protested. "I was enjoying myself."
"Hold that thought," Tony said, "I'll be right back." He moved to the closet and pulled a box off the top shelf, bringing it back to the bed. He sat Indian style, close to Gibbs, and opened the box. It was full of pictures in no particular order and Tony started rifling through them looking for a certain one. "Ah ha!" he said victoriously, pulling one out and showing it to Gibbs. "Me and my geeky friends."
It was a picture of Tony, already gorgeous, just as Gibbs had expected. He was in his letter jacket, smiling broadly. He was surrounded by…geeks. Three young geeks. One with curly dark hair and dark eyes who looked like he was about ten, one with pretty blue eyes hidden by cheap glasses who was maybe fifteen, and the last one also had blue eyes, a fairly belligerent chin, and Gibbs guessed that maybe he was sixteen. Maybe.
"Told ya," Tony crowed. He pointed them out. "Blair Sandburg, Daniel Jackson, and Rodney McKay. The Geek Squad."
They all looked happy enough, even if the one Tony had identified as Daniel Jackson looked painfully shy. He turned the picture over and saw that someone had written: To The Future. It was signed by all four of them. "Who wrote that?"
"Blair," Tony said. He took the picture back from Gibbs. "Man, we were the unlikeliest foursome you ever saw," he said reminiscently.
"Foursome?" Gibbs asked sharply.
Tony let out a laugh. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Jeez, these guys weren't even legal yet. When I met them, they were all under sixteen, and only Daniel was sixteen come graduation day."
"How'd they graduate that young?" Gibbs asked.
"Geniuses all," Tony said. "I've thought about them a lot, but after we graduated we all scattered to the four winds. Blair headed up to Washington State, Daniel to England, Rodney to MIT in Massachusetts, and me to Ohio State." He chuffed out an almost soundless laugh. "I wonder what they're up to. It would be great to see them again. They've all probably won Nobel Prizes by now."
"That smart?" Gibbs asked.
"That smart and then some," Tony said.
"Think they'll come to your reunion?" Gibbs was almost tempted to go to see what these guys turned into.
"I have no idea," Tony mused, "but I just might see if Abby can track them down I'll send them a copy of this photo and ask them to come. I think they'd want to see me, too." He put the photo back in the box and put the box on the floor. Then he pushed Gibbs back down on the bed. "Sure I couldn't talk you into coming? There'd be lots of blow jobs involved in the convincing."
"How many?" Gibbs asked, his hands happily back on Tony's perfect ass.
"As many as you want," Tony promised with a leer and a kiss.
Gibbs found himself staring up at Tony, at his handsome face and winning smile, and wondered, not for the first time, how the hell he'd ended up with him. It scared him sometimes just how much he wanted the man. "That's not all I want," Gibbs finally said.
Tony's look grew serious. "Anything you want, Jethro, it's yours."
"I want everything, DiNozzo," Gibbs threatened. "Just like always."
A different sort of smile appeared on Tony's face, a smile Gibbs knew no one else ever saw because it was meant for him alone. "You got it, boss," Tony said softly.
"Then I want to hear the story about you and the geek squad," Gibbs added.
Laughing, Tony said, "Later," and he leaned down to kiss Gibbs.
As Tony's tongue tangled with his, Gibbs decided later was just fine.
NCIS WIP #2: The Bench Lady (I'm sure it will end up with a better name. LOL. It's a sequel to Sensing Evil)
"I need you to keep it together," Gibbs ordered as they moved to the conference room, Morrow behind them. "No talking about auras or anything like that."
"I don't mean to," Tony protested.
"I know," Gibbs said. "But, I don't want these guys thinking anything's off about you. They'll have you up in front of a psych panel before we can blink."
"I'm not crazy," Tony muttered.
"I know you're not, and I know you could probably pass a psych evaluation with flying colors, but I'd just as soon not have it on your record."
"Got it," Tony said, straightening his tie.
Gibbs could feel Kate and Tim's eyes on them. There'd barely been time for greetings before Morrow was urging them into the conference room. He also got a negative nod from Kate, letting him know they hadn't tracked down Fornell yet.
Morrow opened the door, allowing Gibbs to walk in with Tony behind him. He felt Tony's fingers grab at the back of his jacket, almost convulsively, letting Gibbs know right away that there was something wrong with at least one of the two men now getting to their feet. It also told him that he had to figure out a way to keep touching Tony or he'd probably be crawling under the table.
"Agent DiNozzo?" Suit 1 said. "I'm Agent McCary, and this is Agent Westerfield."
Fortunately, no one wanted to shake hands.
"We'd like to ask you some questions," McCary said, with a glance at Gibbs and Morrow. "Alone."
"I don't think so," Gibbs said, encouraging Tony to sit. Gibbs sat down next to him and wrapped his ankle around Tony's. Hopefully nobody noticed they were playing footsie under the table.
"Is my agent being charged with anything?" Morrow asked.
Shaking his head, frowning, as if he were exceedingly annoyed at the fact, McCary said, "No. Not yet." He made it sound a foregone conclusion that the time would arrive.
"Then we'll be staying," Morrow said calmly, taking a seat himself.
It sort of forced the other two to sit, even if Gibbs was sure they'd rather stand so they could loom in an intimidating way. With what Gibbs had been up against all week, these guys were the last thing he'd be intimidated by. Not that it meant he could relax; Tony was having a hard time looking at McCary, his gaze focused on Westerfield or the wall behind them.
He leaned in. "McCary?" he asked almost inaudibly.
"It's bad, boss," Tony said back. He swallowed, then again.
"So," Gibbs said, allowing his elbow to rest against Tony's, thinking that Tony needed some serious grounding, or he might puke all over the conference table. "What can we do for you?"
"We'd like to know how Agent DiNozzo knew about the girl being abducted last week, and what part he played in her entire family being murdered the following day."
"Why haven't you interrogated the suspect arrested that night?" Morrow asked.
"We have," Westerfield told them. "He said he had nothing to do with the murders. We don't necessarily believe him, but we know he didn't commit them because he was behind bars at the time."
"That leads us to believe that he had an accomplice," McCary finished, staring at Tony.
NCIS WIP #3: Can't reveal the working title yet. It's a secret!!
“Hola,” Franks said.
“Franks,” Tony sneered. It had to be Franks. He couldn’t conveniently be dead. Tony guessed it had been too much to hope for.
“What’s your assignment here?”
“Director’s orders, to observe and report.”
“I’ll take it from here, probie.”
Tony looked down at Franks’ hand. It was wrapped in gauze and misshapen, his index finger in a box in Abby’s lab.
“I can pull the trigger with my thumb,” Franks said.
Of course he could, Tony thought. “Gibbs thinks you’re dead.”
“He’s thinking wrong.”
“Sort of wish he was right,” Tony said. “Whenever you show up, his life seems to go to shit. Why is that?”
“Just get yourself back to your safe little office, probie.”
“First of all, I’m not your probie. Never have been, never would be. If anyone gets to call me that, it would be Gibbs. Second of all, this is my assignment. I’m not about to just hand it over to you.”
Franks held out a phone. “Call Vance.”
Tony didn’t want to, but he did. It took a minute, but Vance finally answered. “Vance,” he snapped into the phone.
“It’s DiNozzo. I’m here with Franks.”
“Good. Thanks for flushing him out. He can take over from here.”
“Is that what you sent me down here for?” Tony asked, calmly, pushing the anger aside for the moment.
There was a pause. “He just knows the lay of the land better than you do. I thought he was dead, or I would have contacted him.”
“Right.” Tony shut the phone, saw that Franks was smiling that smug grin, the one that said that Tony was a nothing, and he’d do well to get out of the way. He had nothing to say to the man. He could have told him that he might want to call Gibbs and let him know he was alive. Tony could try to get some information out of Franks at the expense of his ego. He might even offer to stay and help, but Franks would probably just laugh at him, or maybe just knock him out, the way he had the last time. Tony realized he mostly just didn’t care, didn’t even care enough to punch Franks’ aggravating smirk off his face. He was done with all this bullshit. Tony let out a short mirthless laugh, turned around and walked off.
5. Supernatural
SPN WIP #1: Spoils of War, Dean/Castiel
Dean suddenly felt a presence in the room behind him, although even if he hadn’t, Ben’s eyes would have given it away, the way they widened. Dean stood and spun at the same time and was shocked to see Castiel standing there.
The emotions coursing through him made him act before thinking. Anger at how Castiel had just up and fucking left, fury that he was just showing up again, no doubt wanting something from Dean to further fuck his life up, fear that he’d just leave again, and fucking elation that he was there, standing in front of him, still with his trench coat and bed hair. Dean let go with a sweet upper cut right to Castiel’s left jaw.
Blinding pain almost brought him to his knees. He held his now crippled hand, close to his chest.
“Why do you persist in doing that?” Castiel asked, even as he placed his hand over Dean’s, healing him instantly.
“Dean,” Lisa said with a shaky voice.
Dean exhaled a grunted laugh. “He’s one of the good guys.”
“So why’d you hit him?” Ben asked. “You didn’t hit the guy from yesterday.”
“Who was here yesterday?” Castiel asked intently.
“Crowley,” Dean bit out.
“Why? What did he want?”
“He asked Dean for a date,” Ben offered.
Castiel looked at Ben for a moment then stared at Dean, forehead furrowed, blue eyes thinking hard. “A date?”
“Forget it,” Dean said. “Why are you here?”
“Why would he ask you for dried fruit?” Castiel looked like he really couldn’t wrap his mind around that.
Dean snickered. “Maybe he likes it.”
Ben cracked up. “No, a sex date.”
“You’re not helping,” Dean told him.
Castiel’s eyebrows went up. “You and Crowley had sex?”
Dean slapped a hand over his face. Only his life could get this weird. “Let’s talk outside.” Once they got outside, he said, “I didn’t think you were coming back.”
Castiel looked disturbed at that. “Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe your pithy comments about if I’d rather have peace or freedom, and how you just vanished after that. You said heaven needed you.” Dean didn’t speak about how much he needed Castiel.
“I apologize. I had no idea you would draw that conclusion, or I would have told you of my intentions.”
Dean snorted. “Your intentions?” It sounded weirdly close to the shit Crowley had been saying, not that he expected Castiel to do, well, whatever the fuck Crowley was doing.
“Yes, I fully intended to return, I…”
“Oh, look,” Crowley said from behind Dean. “It’s feather-boy.” He put a hand on Dean’s shoulder.
Castiel’s face grew grave as he looked at Crowley’s. “Do not touch him.”
“Ooh, competition,” Crowley said, rubbing his hands together. “This will be interesting. Never fear, Dean, I shall prevail. Faint heart never won fair lady.”
Dean turned to face Crowley. “What the fuck?”
Crowley grinned at him. “Me and Castiel. We’ll fight for your affections.”
Dean ran a hand down his face, wondering why the hell this shit kept happening to him. “No one is fighting for my affection. I’m not a freaking chick in some Robin Hood movie.”
“Good, good,” Crowley said, “Playing hard to get. A classic maneuver on your part. Don’t bury yourself in the part, though.”
“Don’t bury…” Dean put his hand out. “Cut the crap, Crowley. I know you want something, so just tell me.”
“I already did, Dean,” Crowley said, moving closer, really close, like in his personal space like Castiel close. “I want you.”
Castiel put his hand on Crowley’s shoulder and yanked him away. “Do not touch him.”
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