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Unsure (Marvel Movies)

2012-07-07T00:30:09Z

Claim: Penelope 'Penny' Coulson

Fandom: Marvel Movie 'Verse

Prompt: Unsure, Table 3

Rating: T/PG13

Notes: Poor Phil, it's hard being on the other side of the door

Phillip Coulson was good at very many things. He was organized, dedicated, able to kill with his bare hands, and was a 'super-secret agent man'. He could understand advanced military tactics and apply them. On the other hand, he could not cook, sing or dance, and often found himself saying the wrong thing. Like with women. Or at the moment, with Penny. You see, it had all started with the annual SHIELD gala.

"Mornin' Phil." Penny padded into the kitchen towards the fridge in her usual fluffy cupcake pajamas.

"Morning," he replied, not even looking up from the newspaper situated in front of his face.

She threw open the fridge door and began to dig around for the milk. "Did you drink all of the milk?" No reply. "Seriously Phil." Penny sighed, accepting the fact she would have to drink orange juice today.

"I didn't drink it. I swear," he responded. "Hey will you hand me a pencil?"

"There should be some in the coffee mug on the table," she said, swinging the orange juice back into the fridge. Hm. Toast or muffins? "Toast or muffins?"

"Muffins." Phil replied, returning to his crossword.

3 Down. Native American Sports Legend Jim... Thorpe. 9 Across. Agency in many spy movies...CIA. 32 Down "The Book of _" Denzel Washington. Hmmm... "Penny, what was that recent movie with Denzel Washington?"

"Book of Eli?" she said, sliding into the seat across from him.

Eli. Fits. "Thank you."

"So what we doing this weekend?" Penny asked with a mouthful of muffin.

Phil frowned. "You didn't happen to bring any formal wear did you?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, there's the annual gala at the end of the month."

She groaned, eliciting an eye roll from Phil.

"Oh don't give me that look. You'll be fine," he replied.

Penny frowned. The knee length dress was pretty, but there were faults. For one, she didn't have the boobs to pull this one off. Two, purple was not her color. It was a no.

"Catch!" she said, tossing the poor dress over the door, praying Phil would catch it. She was not shelling out one hundred dollars for that thing.

Phil blinked. This was the third one. Yes, he understood that women wanted to look good, but Penny had already gone through three without even saying why they were not 'the one.'

"What's wrong with it?" he asked.

That was mistake number one.

"I don't have the boobs for it," she called back.

"Never, ever say that in front of me again. You are my sister. Just...don't."

Penny grinned. Phil could be such a prude. "Well, you asked me why." Penny pulled a light blue floor length from the hanger. Two minuets later, it sailed over the door. As did the next, and the next, and the next, and the next...

Phil had no idea what to do. Penny had sent him to look for more dresses, size 4. He had stared down terrorists, gods, and super-villains. As he stared at the rows upon rows of dresses, he decided that nothing was more intimidating than this. Maybe that's how Penny felt. So he did the only thing he could think of: grab one of each and move on.

After being accosted by an overly helpful sales-woman and a mother whose mind was definitely not on shopping, Phil finally made it back to the dressing room. He hefted the mound of dresses over one rickety chair and took up his post in the other.

Penny popped her head out around the door. "What took so long?"

"That pushy saleslady from before."

"The one that hit on you?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Yes," he replied, grimacing.

"Ah," Penny nodded sagely, "No wonder it took you so long."

"Since you've rejected everything, we have a new rule: you show me everything." Phil said.

That was mistake number two.

At first, they were reasonable. The peachy one washed her out, the animal print one was just hideous, and if he never saw her in a dress that short again, Phil would consider his life successful. But then it went down-hill from there.

Penny strode out in a red floor-length dress, made of chiffon and with rouching on the bodice. Not that he would admit that he knew what that was. Penny had corrupted him with her dress talk. As much as he loathed to admit, she looked very mature and sophisticated.

"And?" he prompted, already knowing the answer.

"It's too low cut."

Alright, he had nothing against her covering up. "OK."

The next one was a similar story.

"I don't like the color."

And the next.

"It's too old lady like."

That one he would agree with.

And the next.

"I don't like orange dresses."

And the next.

"No. Just no."

And the next.

"It's purple, Phil! I look terrible in purple!"

And it went on and on.

What alerted him to how much time had passed was the loud grumbling of his stomach. He pushed back his sleeve and checked the clock.Three hours. He looked up as Penny swooshed out in green, belatedly realizing that there was a clock on the wall in front of him. Without even saying a word, she walked back into the dressing room. Phil pinched the bridge of his nose. This was giving him a serious migraine.

"Penny?"

"WHAT!"

Phil frowned. That was unexpected. "Is there a particular reason why you're saying no to everything?"

No response.

"Penny?" Phil stood up, making it across the floor in three strides. "Penny?" He jiggled the door knob. "Penny, will you open up the door?"

"No."

He sighed. Really, why did he subject himself to this torture? He should have just let Miss Potts take her. Turning around, he knew what he had to do.

Phil strode out into the department, seeking her out. He decided to ignore the fact he knew her work schedule by heart. It wasn't like he took Penny here in hopes of seeing her or anything. She was surrounded by dresses, all ones Penny had rejected. He absentmindedly pulled on his jacket. She would know what to do. After all, she was female and roughly Penny's age.

"Miss Lewis?"

Darcy whipped around, spilling the dresses and nearly slamming into Phil. "Woah dude don't do that!" She blinked, her eyebrows furrowed. "Agent Coulson?"

No, Ironman. He bent down, scooping up the fallen dresses. "Yes. You work here, correct?"

She nodded warily. "How do you know?" she asked as she began to hang up dresses.

"I just do," Phil cleared his throat. "So,"

Darcy glanced over her shoulder. "So what?"

"Penny's in the dressing-room," he began to hang up the rest of the dresses, "And she locked me out."

"What do you want me to do about it?"

He couldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes, so he settled on her sparkling green headband. This would never be something he could do easily. "Will you talk to her please?"

Darcy gave a little half smile. "Sure."

Darcy was not surprised to see Penny sitting in the fetal position when she unlocked the door. She could recall many instances when she went through the same thing with her own brother.

"Hey, Penny."

"Go away," Penny muttered, burying her face deeper into her arms and knees.

"No can do, sister friend. Your brother asked me to talk to you and we gotta make it snappy so Ruth doesn't eat him alive. Now, I understand completely what you are going through. Dress shopping sucks. It makes any female angry and violent. Trust me. I know," Darcy slid down the wall. "Now, inside you're thinking about how you're not pretty enough and all that crap. If it's the boobs you want, I'll gladly share," she said, eliciting a giggle from Penny. "But I have a feeling that that's not it. So what is it?"

"It's stupid, really," Penny replied, slowly sitting up.

"So? It's also stupid that I can't wear graphic tees to work."

She sighed. "It's just...I don't want to be noticed. I mean yeah, my inner critic is telling me that nothing looks good on me but...If I wear something pretty and nice, people will notice and then they'll judge and then they'll talk and I don't want them to talk about me like that 'cause-"

"Penny."

She paused. "Yes Darcy?"

"Why do you think I wear what I wear? I want someone to notice me for me, not what I wear. I think that's what your trying to say, right?" Penny nodded. "Right. So what we have to do is find you a pretty dress that compliments your personality while not drawing attention to you." Darcy paused. "Or your... assets. I don't want Agent C to kill me anytime soon. You ready?"

Penny nodded. "Ready."

In the end, they walked out with a light pink floor-length chiffon dress with an embroidered top. Of course, the dress was half of the battle. Getting her to the gala was the other half.

Dresden Files: Shattered Glass

2012-05-23T14:23:25Z

Title: Shattered Glass
Author: awanderingbard
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV)
Words: Approx. 3700
Characters: Harry, Bob, Caro (OC), Mason (OC), Elgan (OC)
Warnings/Rating: PG-13 (swearing, injured kitties, m/m relationship)
Prompt: Friends (My Table)
Summary: We all need friends, no matter our age, species or state of corporeal existence. A lesson learned by Harry Dresden after he receives a ghostly summons to a crime scene in the middle of the night.
Author's Notes: Caro, Mason, Rook and Davy are from a previous story, Communing with the Dead. It's not required reading, but might help set up the world for this one.

I woke up with a start to find a transparent ten-year old girl yelling in my ear.

Christmastime is Here (seaQuest)

2012-04-08T03:16:49Z

Title: Christmastime is Here
Author: lcviolin07
Fandom: seaQuest
Prompt: Red
Rating: G
Summary: The Wolenczak's first Christmas is marked with a surprise.

A/N: Takes place during seaQuest 2032. This is part of a multi-chapter work which is currently unfinished.

Addie paced the floor, tapping the cylindrical tube against her hand. She didn’t know what to do. They hadn’t talked about kids, hadn’t talked much about the future period. What was he going to say?

“Mom?” Kristen called, racing down the stairs. Addie heard the thumping and jumped nearly a foot in the air, hiding the tube in her back pocket. She adjusted her tee shirt, covering the tube as best as she could.

“What, Kris?”

“Isn’t Uncle Lucas coming for Christmas?” She dragged her favorite teddy bear behind her, his filthy paw resting on the ground.

She knelt down with a smile. “He’s coming tonight, just in time for Christmas. Why don’t you go change into your PJs so we can get ready for bed. When you wake up in the morning, Lucas should be here.”

“Really?” She quickly hugged Addie tightly and raced back up the stairs.

Addie couldn’t help but smile, watching her daughter drag the bear behind her. She thought of the test in her back pocket, wondering what Lucas’ reaction would be once she told him. How would she tell him?

*~*~*

“Mama, would you tell me a story?” Kristen asked, one arm around the bear, the other buried under the blankets.

“What story do you want tonight?” Addie pulled up the covers and tucked them in around her daughter.

Kristen glanced toward the window and then back up at her mother. “Can you tell me about when you and Uncle Lucas met?”

“Kris, you’ve heard that about a thousand times now.”

“I know, but I want to hear it again.”

Addie smiled and began to once again tell of how she met Lucas. She grinned, remembering how young he looked, how innocent they all were. When she finally finished, Kristen was sound asleep, snoring. “I love you,” she whispered, kissing the sleeping child lightly on the forehead.

After tucking the covers once more, Addie closed the door and stepped into the hallway. She glanced at her watch, silently wondering what time Lucas would be arriving.

She pulled the pregnancy test from her back pocket and stared at the two pink lines. Her heart pounded, praying Lucas would be okay with this. They’d only been married a month, not nearly long enough to start having kids. And he’d barely been home in that past month.

A loud knock on the front door pulled her from her thoughts and she hastily shoved the test into her back pocket. She walked quickly down the steps and peeked through the peephole. Lucas stood in his uniform, a small smile on his face.

Her heart skipped a beat and she quickly turned the lock and pulled the door open. “Lucas,” she breathed, closing the small gap between them and wrapping her arms around his neck.

He dropped his duffle and slid his arms around her waist. “Hey,” he whispered, burying his face in her hair.

They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms, until Addie finally pulled back and looked up into his face. His blue eyes were sparkling. “ I've missed you so much.”

“It’s only been a few weeks, Addie,” he said, but she knew he felt the same. “Mind if I come in?”

“It is your house, too,” she replied. She took his hand, and he picked up his bag, and together, they walked into the house.

Addie shut the door behind them and turned the lock. “Kristen tried to stay awake, but I sent her to bed a little while ago. She’ll be happy to see you in the morning.”

Lucas carried his bag up the stairs and Addie turned off the remaining lights in the living room before following him. As she climbed, her mind stayed on the small tube in her back pocket. Did she tell him now?

“What’s wrong?” Lucas asked, and Addie realized he had been watching her since she reached the top of the steps.

Should she tell him now? Or wait? When was the right time? How did you tell your husband of only a few weeks that you were pregnant?

“Addie, tell me.” Lucas took her hands and pulled her gently into the bedroom. Together, they sat on the bed and he held tightly.

“Nothing,” she said with a forced smile. “I’m just so happy to see you. You have no idea how much I missed you this past month.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I missed you quite a bit, too.”

And then, he slid a hand up to caress her cheek and leaned in, gently kissing her. She closed her eyes and let herself be lost. His lips were just as soft as she remembered; his hands just as calloused and rough.

When they pulled apart, both were breathing heavily. “Damnit,” she whispered, closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly. “I can’t do this.”

Lucas cocked an eyebrow and slid back. “Can’t do what?” He asked, his voice low.

Slowly, Addie shifted sideways and pulled the cylindrical tube from her back pocket. She tapped it against her leg twice before handing it over. Biting her lip, she held her breath, waiting for him to realize what it was and what it meant.

“Addie, what is this?” He turned it over in his hands, taking note of the label, EPT. “Addie?” His voice wasn’t as sure now.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I… I don’t know…”

“Addie, does this mean what I think it means?” He looked up, his eyes filled with tears.

“It’s so soon,” she whispered. “We’ve only been married a month…”

Lucas slid closer to her, sliding his arm around her waist. “It’s okay. Addie, we’ve known each other for years… it’s okay.” He grinned, the tears still shining in his eyes. “We’re really gonna have a baby, huh?”

“It looks that way, yeah.”

“When did you find out? I mean, when did you take this?”

She laughed nervously, “about two hours ago? I was late… but nearly a week… so I bought the test. I figured it’d be negative, but…” she shrugged.

“God, I love you.” He kissed her again and Addie breathed a sigh of relief.

“So you’re okay with this?”

“Well, we really don’t have much of a choice, but yeah, I’m okay with this. Think Kristen is going to be okay?”

“Yeah, she’s asked about brothers and sisters before.”

They fell silent, still staring at the tube. “Merry Christmas, Daddy,” Addie whispered, giggling to herself.

“Merry Christmas, Mama.” Lucas kissed her again the wide smile still on his face.

It was going to be okay. All her worries, all the stress, all the nervousness, it was all gone.

Dresden Files: Burnt Toast

2012-04-05T21:29:21Z

Title: The Right Choice
Author: awanderingbard
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV)
Words: Approx. 2300
Characters: Harry Dresden, Bob, Dylan, Graylin and Katrina Cartwright (OCs)
Warnings/Rating: G
Prompt: Tall (My Table)
Summary: Harry receives a visit from a pint-sized former client
Author's Notes: Graylin and Dylan both appear in a previous story, Child's Play and this story probably won't make much sense if you haven't read that one.

"I like bunnies."

Writerverse

2012-04-01T17:47:22Z

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The Medic: Chapter Three

2012-03-07T03:21:42Z

Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Artemis, Kaldur, Joker, Batman
Summary: Kaldur and Artemis are hot on the Joker’s tail and Cira meets Batman for the first time.
Word Count: 1,929
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.

The Medic

Chapter Three

Gotham

February 3, 20:20 EDT

Darkness settled over Gotham and with it came a steady rain. The Atlantean resisted the urge to stand in the downpour; it was stuffy in the small tent, and his long legs were cramped. Kaldur’s partner for this mission didn’t share his appreciation for water, and she definitely wouldn’t appreciate coming back to a sodden shelter.

Several screens took up one side of the tent. The feeds connected to cameras scattered across this section of the city, the inactivity was worrisome. They took turns leaving the shelter to search the surrounding area on foot. His partner was a bit late, but all was forgiven when she returned with two steaming cups. Kaldur moved to help Artemis with her burden.

“Thanks.” Artemis passed over the cups. She then shrugged off her slicker. “Any news?”

“Harley has been apprehended.”

“You think Batman will ever tell us why he didn’t want us to pursue?”

“I am certain Batman has his reasons.” Kaldur checked the cups and offered the one marked with an A to his partner. He took a sip from his cup, and was pleasantly surprised, chamomile tea. Coffee would be customary, but his nerves were already on edge. He didn’t much like the bitter drink, and was grateful that his partner remembered. If he had to guess her cup was filled with the strongest stuff the shop had available. They sat back down to monitor the screens. Artemis pointed to one. A lone figure approached a warehouse. His hat and trench coat covering most of his form. Artemis, eyes trained by her craft, caught a flash of white skin.

***

Joker shed his trench coat as he entered the building. A loud slap reverberated through the space as the wet garment hit the floor. A mock living room filled a corner, a ratty old couch with a rattier rug underneath. An old TV sat upon a wooden table accompanied by a wooden chair. A refrigerator finished off the set up. Large crates filled the rest of the space, the Lexcorp label on the sides. Of all the warehouses for the Joker to enter…Kaldur felt it was an ill omen and warned Artemis to be careful. He worried too much, Artemis thought, this would be simple.

She ducked behind some crates near the living area, her bow ready. The Joker opened the fridge and pulled out a carton, he drank from it sloppily, milk spilling down his cheeks. He wiped his mouth with an exaggerated motion and tossed the carton aside. The madman bounced into the wooden chair and turned on the TV, adjusting the antennas until a figure appeared on the screen. The figure was featureless, a shape cut out of bright light. The voice was contorted by static but nothing could dim the haughtiness of the speaker’s tone.

“I told you not to contact me.”

“Don’t be such a sourpuss! Is that the way to speak to an old friend?”

The man on the screen growled then sighed. “How’s the plan? We need to keep the League occupied.”

Joker leaned back in the rickety chair and put his feet on the table. “You came to the right man Lexy! You wanted a show?” Joker pulled out a card from his suit coat, the joker emblem on its front side. “I’ll give you a show.” His voice deepened. He stood, knocking the chair down, and flung the card towards the stack of crates covering Artemis’ presence. The card exploded forcing her out of hiding. The Joker laughed and ran, moving deeper into the warehouse. Kaldur appeared from his hiding place, landing in front of the Joker’s path, cutting the villain off. Joker pulled a tazer gun from his coat and fired. Kaldur caught the electrodes. His tattoos glowed redirecting the shock giving the Joker a jolt. He yanked the gun from Joker’s hands, disarming the villain.

“Aqualad!” The Joker straightens his hair mussed by the shock. “Enjoying your stay in Gotham?”

“Stand down,” Kaldur crushed the gun in his grip.

“Lighten up!” Joker raised his hands in surrender. “I swear you fish folk have no sense of humor.”

Artemis joined them blocking Joker’s path from the rear, her bow armed and ready.

“The Arrows on the other hand!” Joker smiled widely. “Now they know how to have a good time!”

Artemis smirked. “Yeah, I’ll give you a good time,” Artemis’ arrow changed, the tip turning into a boxing glove.

“Ooh!” Joker’s eyes grew wide.

“Don’t!” Kaldur yelled a warning but it was too late. Artemis fired, missing her target. The Joker danced away, cackling wildly. Kaldur raised his arms in time to brace himself, the impact knocked him off his feet.

“Kaldur!” Artemis lowered her bow and rushed to her partner’s side. He sat on the ground casually, annoyance on his sharp features. The Joker’s laugh echoed within the warehouse.

“What now?” the archer asked.

The Atlantean stood, “We continue.”

***

Cira’s house

February 3, 19:30 EDT

“I’ll drive.” Cira jingled her car keys

Robin jogged over to Cira’s car. He ran his hands over the hood giving the vehicle a quick inspection. “This is a little flashy isn’t it?”

“Is it?”

“It’s nice. But red?”

Cira unlocked the car and settled in the driver’s seat. “You got a problem with my baby?”

Robin hopped into the passenger side. “Not particularly. It’s a little mid life crisis though.”

“How old do you think I am?” The car roared to life.

Robin grinned wider, dodging the question. “Do you like cars?”

“Not particularly.” She pressed the button on her car keys to open the garage and proceeded to back out. “But I have an Uncle who repairs them. Restores vintage models as well,” Cira explained, “He has three sons. I’m the light of his life. Gave me baby for graduating high school.”

‘So you’re the good one?”

“I’m…the cute one.”

“Of course,” Robin propped his feet on the dash. “Let me take it for a spin later?”

“Feet down.”

“I’m guessing that’s a no,” He removed his feet from the dash.

“You’re not even old enough to have a learners license.”

“Never stopped me before.”

“That’s a definite no. I would lower the top but…” She gestured to his costume.

“Maybe next time,” Robin grinned at her.

“Later, next time. You speak like this is certain.”

“Batman’s pretty persuasive.”

“What’s he gonna do? Hang me out of a window like some two bit hood?”

Robin’s smile disappeared. “He’s really not that bad you know.”

Cira didn’t answer.

***

The Cave

February 3, 20:05 EDT

The alleyway was mercifully abandoned, tucked in some unused corner of downtown, waiting for the buildings around it to be bulldozed. Robin attached an alarm on Cira’s car. He guaranteed her that it would be enough protection. Cira threatened to have him work till the end of his days to pay for even the tiniest scratch.

“I’d expect to meet a superhero in a more reputable spot of town,” Cira glanced around scrunching her nose.

“Batman felt that it would be safer to meet at the Cave.”

“The Batcave?”

“No. Wrong cave. This cave is the base for my Team.”

“ As in a secret base? Is it really okay for me to see something like that?”

“Batman’s orders. Come on,” Robin opened one of the building’s back doors. Rusted and covered in chipped red paint it groaned protesting the movement. Robin bowed sweeping out his cape. “Ladies first.”

Cira stepped into the doorway and was immediately swept away by an intense tingling sensation. She stumbled out the other side. She clutched her self, making sure that all limbs were attached, and performed an internal scan, checking for any missing organs.

“ Recognized: Robin B01,” a computerized voice toned behind her.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "You failed to mention the teleporter.”

“Going in blind is more fun,” He grinned, pleased with his joke. Cira would do anything to take the smirk off his face. She grabbed him, holding his head in the crook of her arm, giving him a noogie. Robin grunted in protest and struggled in her grasp.

“It’s been a while since someone’s done that to him,” said a voice like crushed gravel.

Traditionally, Cira thought, he would appear from the shadows. The room that they were in was large and extremely well lit so no chance of that. Still he managed to appear without Cira noticing.

“Find anything interesting Miss Mendes?” Batman spoke again

Cira noted the amusement in his voice and knew she was being mocked. “Well my theory that you’re a vampire is busted.”

“Anything else?”

“You’re favoring your right side. Stab wound?”

“I thought you said it wasn’t bothering you!” Robin pulled himself from Cira’s clutches.

Batman gave Robin a look that silenced him. He then turned back to Cira. “Better than I expected.”

“How did you know to expect anything at all?” Cira asked.

Batman didn’t answer. He moved farther into the cave, giving Cira no choice but to follow.

***

In the conference room Batman handed Cira a folder. She opened the folder and flipped a few pages before slamming it on the table. “This is majorly top secret. The type of stuff the D.E.O would rather forget.”

Batman crossed his arms “We have our connections.”

“Who do you know?”

“That’s not important.”

“It’s important enough to keep me from walking out of the door.”

“Waller.”

“Ms. Amanda?” Cira sat down hard.

“Ms. Amanda. The Wall… You call her Ms. Amanda? How deeply involved with the government are you?” Robin asked, eager for information.

“I’m not that important.” Cira waved the question away. “She’s… She’s just the reason why I’m not in a federal prison.” Cira explained. “She wouldn’t approve of me talking to you like this much less working with you.”

“We’ve come to an understanding.” Batman said.

“An understanding?” Cira asked, dubious. “I might be on more intimate terms with her but I assure you there is only so much understanding you can get from a brick wall.”

“You know that she can’t be threatened or bribed,” Batman paused and continued casually. “Actually I tried speaking to Director Bones first. “

Cira’s face contorted in fear.

“But the job he offered as an exchange was unsuitable,” Batman continued.

“So what do you need me for? I don’t see how my abilities can be useful to you. My fighting capabilities would surely overlap with who you already have. “

“What exactly are your abilities?” Robin asked

“A human EEG machine? Maybe a human MRI scanner?” Cira shrugged. “It’s too broad to describe in concrete terms.”

“So you can see-“

“I can’t see. “ Cira interrupted. “I don’t get images. Or have a special type of x-ray vision. I just sense things.”

“Choosing you for your combat capabilities would be repetitive. However, your abilities and your chosen field of study have presented a better alternative.” Batman moved to stand behind Robin, placing his hands on the boy’s shoulders. “Robin and a select few are a part of a special team for covert missions. They have performed in a satisfactory manner thus far but they are still lacking something crucial.”

Robin craned his neck to look at Batman, disappointment in his features.

“When the Team goes on a mission it isn’t uncommon for them to be cut off from assistance,” Batman continued. “Unlike the League they generally only have themselves to rely on,” Batman moved from behind Robin and stood in front of Cira’s chair. “Miss Mendes. I’d like to ask you to be this team’s combat medic.”

Chapter Two

The Medic: Chapter two (Young Justice fanfic)

2012-03-04T00:31:55Z

Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Young Justice characters, Batman characters
Summary: Harley Quinn attacks.
Word Count: 2,417
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.

The Medic

Chapter Two

Cira’s House

February 3, 17:15 EDT

Cira’s first instinct was to rush forward, but she squashed it sensing a man coming fast from behind. He had finally chosen to appear from his hiding place in the dining room. She grabbed his arm and threw him over her shoulder. A second attacker rushed her from the right. She spun and kicked him forcing him to hit the ground hard. She was on him in seconds her hands balled into his shirt, hauling the man up and pressing him into a wall.

“Tsk Tsk. Is that anyway to treat a houseguest? Where’s the southern hospitality?” The female intruder spoke again, the edge of madness in her voice.

Cira dropped the henchman like a stone and turned.

“Sit,” the mocking tone in the intruder’s voice dissipated. She twisted the gun against Mio’s head. Mio screwed her dark eyes shut.

The henchmen attempted to restrain Cira. She shook them off and made her way to one of the upright chairs. The henchmen resigned themselves to standing by her side. They were dimwitted and easily subdued. Looking to their mistress for orders, they wouldn’t act with permission.

“I came all this way to talk and you weren’t even home when I got here!”

Cira shrugged. “I’m a busy girl. Next time, call ahead.”

“Don’t try to be funny. I know funny and you’re not it.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m asking the questions here!” the intruder stomped dramatically. “You know you don’t look like much.” She looked Cira up and down. “As burly as you are I ‘spected someone bigger. So how’d ya do it?”

“Do what?”

The intruders face slumped. “Oi..slow on the uptake this one. Mistah J sure knows how to pick em.”

Cira mouthed ,“Mister J?” scrunching her face, before realization lit up her eyes.

“Now she gets it!” Harley Quinn gave a predatory grin. “So how’d ya do it? How’d a punk like you take down Killer Croc?”

Cira felt all eyes shift to her.

“Mistah J seems to think that you have special powers. But I’ve seen all types of kooks, you don’t look the type.”

“Uh, what type do I look like?” Cira asked hesitantly.

Harley squinted her blue eyes at Cira. “Well ya ain’t glowin’. I’d just chalk it up to dumb luck. Croc’s too big for his britches anyway.”

“So now that you’ve checked you’ll be on your way?”

“Nah,” Harley moved the gun from Mio’s head to her own, stabbing it with each word. “See we know how the Bat thinks,” She grinned wider. “So Mistah J sent me to find ya first. One bat brat is enough.”

Harley pointed the gun at Cira and prepared to fire. A red shape crashed through the window knocking gun out of Harley’s hand. Rita lunged forward and collided with Mio knocking her out of he way. Cira tore after Harley tackling her to the ground. Another crash and the window was completely shattered by Robin’s entrance. He landed on one of the henchmen and then sprang to attack the second one. Harley struggled under Cira but couldn’t dislodge the larger woman.

“Uh Oh.” Harley’s eyes grew wide as Cira pulled back for a punch. The villainess went down with one blow.

“We need to restrain them.” Cira barked

“Got it.” Robin pulled out several pairs of bat cuffs. He tossed one to Cira. With Robin’s help she pilled the crooks in the corner. In that time Mio had helped Rita free from her bonds.

“Mio.” Cira turned to her friend.

“Y-yes?” Mio stammered

“Honey, I know that you are still shaken up but can you make the call? Cale’s in bad shape.”

“Right!” Mio dug into her pockets for her cell phone.

“I’m getting my kit.” announced Cira

“I’ll get it. You start with Cale and cut King loose.” Rita said, leaving the room before Cira could argue.

Cira helped Cale lay on the floor and began inspecting his wound. Cale’s skin had grown paler than usual with blood loss and worry. She let Robin take care of King.

“Why is Robin here?” King asked as soon as the gag was removed. “Not that we’re not grateful.” He smiled quickly at Robin. “Who’s Killer Croc?” He put extra emphasis on the words. “And why does he sound like some one you shouldn’t have messed with?”

“You know our girl’s a fighter.” Rita returned with the kit and handed it to Cira. Cira began to dress Cale’s wound. It would require stitches but for now she could at least stop the bleeding. Mio moved to Cale’s side and held his free hand.

“Discouraging rowdy customers and muggers at gigs seems to be of a different scale.” King looked back to Cira unimpressed. “This is about what happened downtown isn’t it?”

“Robin.” Cira barked again. “No disappearing. Lay low until the cops are done. I need to talk to you.” Robin sheepishly stopped at the window, surprised he had been caught in the middle of disappearing.

“Are you giving Robin orders?” Mio asked

“Is Robin following them?” Rita asked

“You’re working for Batman!” King accused pointing at her, “I wondered when you’d become a superhero and-“

Cira glared at King silencing him. “I need to see your face Rita.”

Rita sat in front of Cira. “Bossy much.”

Cira sighed. She began to treat the cut on Rita’s face carefully wiping the blood from her roommates tan skin. “I’m not working for Batman. This is a temporary situation. And I’m just gonna treat Robin to dinner.”

“Look, I shouldn’t-” Robin started

“Oh come on stay. It’s the only thing we can do to thank you.” King offered. He steered the boy to the kitchen.

***

The police and ambulance came and went. It took a lot of convincing to get Cale in the back. He insisted that he was fine. Mio rode with him to keep him calm, patting her boyfriend’s red hair and making soothing noises.

“Shame Cale’s missing this.” King filled a tortilla with strips of steak and peppers. “He’s the one who wanted fajitas.”

“Got a text from Mio.” Rita flipped open her phone. “Cale is fine. I’m making him stay the night. Robin is cuter in real life.” Rita read the words automatically and then blushed at the last line.

Robin smirked.

Rita covered her face with her hands. “Mio!”

King laughed loudly slapping his knees.

“Yeah I’d bet he’s already fending the ladies off with batarangs.” Cira shoved the boy lightly.

“You know who’s cute?” King asked

“Dare we ask?” Cira placed her food back on her plate.

“Red Arrow.” King took a large bite.

“Who?” Cira raised her eyebrows.

“Green Arrow’s sidekick.” Rita answered

“Partner,” King interjected, mouth still full.

“Ex-partner.” Robin corrected

“So they did split up!” King exclaimed, ever the gossip. “Oh the things I would do to that boy.” King’s voice darkened.

“That’s appropriate,” Rita muttered

“What? Red Arrow has to be legal by now,” King took another drag of his margarita, draining the glass.

“ I’m sure Robin would rather not hear about any fantasies regarding his peers.” Cira hissed

Robin laughed uncontrollably wiping away tears.

“You tell Red that if he’s ever in the Atlanta area to look me up.” King pointed a finger at Robin.

“Oh tell Green Lantern-“ Rita started

“Which one?” Robin asked.

“This is not a dating service.” Cira cut into the conversation, hoping to cut off any wild ideas.

“You don’t really need me to tell him. You can tell him yourself.” Robin offered

“How?” Rita asked.

Robin’s face lit up with mischief. He raised his arm and tapped a few buttons on his holo computer. “Video recorder.” He hopped out of his seat and went to King’s side.

Rita scooted over to take Robin’s seat. “So,” she paused until she had Cira’s attention. Using the ‘we need to talk’ voice she added, “You never really told us what happened downtown.”

“I didn’t think that there was much to tell.”

Rita paused, hazel eyes weary.

Cira sighed, defeated she turned to her roommate. “It started pretty much how you’d imagine it. The symposium was in full swing. The Injustice League crashed the party. They separated us from the folks they wanted to ransom and kept us under guard. “

“Killer Crock was in charge of you all?”

“No. They just left us in the hands of a bunch of goons. I figured that it would be best to just lie low. But the Justice League burst in. You won’t believe the power these guys have!” Cira became more animated. “Being near the Injustice League was already testing my limits. But the Justice League was on a whole different level!”

“You couldn’t block them out?”

“And it was giving me a headache. I must have looked crazy. All hunched over with my hands over my ears. I’ve never felt a life force so strong. Suddenly dealing with so many of them at once? I’m surprised that I didn’t get sick. Had to sit and meditate right in the middle of the crowd.“

“Sorry to interrupt but does that actually work?” King asked

“The cross legged meditative pose?” Cira asked. “Part of it is about posture and centering yourself. I’d say that it’s about keeping a proper routine. We form habits via repetition. Returning to that pose sends the signal to your body that it’s time to meditate now.”

“Like how you shouldn’t read in bed because it helps your body associate lying in bed with sleep.” Rita paused. “But if you were so busy trying to block out the Justice League’s life signals how could you fight at the same time?”

“I blocked out all but one. Imagine a large bell. Like Hunchback of Notre Dame big, ringing in your head.” Cira’s arms spread wide. “It just refused to be repressed. And while I’m struggling with that Killer Crock decides to show up.”

“So, he attacked you then…” Rita mused.

“Nah, but a baby started crying, and he started yelling at the baby, and it made the baby cry more…” Cira spoke hastily the words spilling from her mouth.

“A baby?” King asked the disbelief in his tone.

“A baby!” Cira continued, “In Croc’s defense I’d say that he was already agitated by the Justice League’s presence. But he shouldn’t have threatened the baby and its mother.”

“You snapped.” Rita prompted.

“You would have too.” Cira accused “I separated myself from the crowd and started yelling at Croc to stop yelling at the baby.”

Rita groaned.

“A few of his men tried to stop me. I managed to take one of their handguns.”

Rita’s hands now covered her face. She shook her head preparing for the worst.

“The rest have their guns trained on me. But apparently I was amusing to Croc. He doesn’t think that I’ll shoot and informs me that even if I did his skin is like armor. So,” Cira shrugs. “I shoot one of the goons.”

“You did what!” Robin yelled jumping back into the conversation.

“It was in the chest.” Cira said flippantly.

“That makes it better?” King asked

“They were armored up. Like a swat team. The guy didn’t die.” Cira’s eyes rolled out of her skull. “Come on guys. You know I’d know if he was gonna die.”

Rita held up her hands. “Why aren’t you full of holes? There is no way they wouldn’t retaliate. “

“Croc thought that it was hilarious.” Cira leaned back in her chair. “Told his men to stand down. Told me to follow him. “

“Once you were outside of the main room you took him down.” Robin added

“That doesn’t explain how she took him down. She’s not that strong,” Rita said

“On the tape-”Robin started

“There’s a tape?” Cira cried

“Don’t worry we confiscated it.”

Cira grumbled about the world’s over-reliance on technology.

“On the tape,” Robin continued. “She appeared to fight him as a regular opponent. He didn’t touch you once.” He looked at Cira. “I thought that you had super strength or speed or something. You hit him a few times and he went down. “

“Pressure points.” Cira answered

“Wait,” King squinted at Cira. “Those are real too?”

“King!” Rita said exasperated.

“Sorry, sorry no more interruptions.”

“ When Croc didn’t return they sent some more men after me. And when they didn’t return they sent more,” Cira laughed. “They were so unorganized and apparently they only left two behind to watch the rest of the hostages “

“You started a riot….” King grinned like a fool. “You would.”

“You took down all of the henchmen?” Rita asked eyebrows raised. “Girl I know you’re tough but that’s pushing it.”

“I just gave ‘em the run around.” Cira said with a shrug. “Like I said they were very unorganized. A pretty easy group to dupe.”

Robin was lost in thought and muttered almost to himself. “Croc has pressure points?”

“They are in a different position than a normal human’s.” Cira answered. “And you have to apply a significant amount of more pressure. But yes.”

“I still think that you should try to be some from of doctor.” King said “With your powers you could diagnose anything. No need for blood tests or x-rays.”

“Yeah you’d be rich.” Said Rita

“Yeah I’d be rich.” Cira answered with a practiced response. It was a suggestion she heard often. “ I could work at the best medical facilities and I’d end up only helping the rich. I’d rather stay here and help the ones who really need it.”

“I have to get going.” Robin spoke in a hurried tone, heading towards the door.

Cira rushed out of her seat and to Robin’s side. “I’ll go with you.”

He turned away from her. “No. I just have to check in that’s all.” He attempted to smile nonchalantly.

Cira puts her hand under his chin lifting it. “I’m not gonna let you get yelled at by the grump. Not over my decision.”

Robin’s eyes grew wide and he stepped back. “How?”

“Kids are easy to read.” She raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Not that you’re an open book. But your shoulders have slumped,” she pointed to his shoulders, “and your stomach’s in knots.” She pointed to his stomach, “And there is only one person that a daredevil like you would fear, no, respect enough to make you nervous,” she pinched his cheek and grinned

Robin’s smile lit up the room.

Chapter one
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2012-03-02T03:27:28Z

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The Medic : Chapter one (Young Justice fanfic)

2012-02-29T06:14:11Z

Universe: Mostly the Young Justice cartoon but I will be incorporating characters and concepts from the expanded DCU.
Title: The Medic
Author: Asase
Rating:PG 13(just to be safe)
Genre:Action, frendship, fluff
Characters: OC, Robin, Young Justice characters, Batman characters
Summary: After an attack by the Injustice League Robin is sent to recruit a new member.
Word Count: 2,291
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or organizations from the Young Justice cartoon, comics, or expanded DC universe.

The Medic

Profit Margin

2012-02-23T20:36:02Z

Title: Profit Margin
Author: commallama
Table: 3
Prompt: Sharp
Claim: Fandom; One Piece
Characters: Sedna Beckman(OC), Rolf D. Lyon (OC), Shanks, Benn Beckman
Fandom: One Piece
Rated: PG, K+
Warnings: Mild mild swearing, and virtually nothing else.
Summary: After a less than eventful day, in which the biggest stir were a couple of rookie pirates causing the slightest bit of mischief, the Morstein Tavern finds that they've come up more than half their earnings short for the day.
Disclaimer: The only characters I own mentioned here are Sedna, her and Benn's parents, Lyon, and perhaps Janx if his name was mentioned anywhere (though I don't believe it was); the settings I own here are limited to the island, the town of Evergreen, and the tavern. Everything else belongs to the One Piece universe and is copyright to its respective owners.
A/N: This took a long time, I know, and I'm oh so very sorry!!! Complications with a crap computer, coupled with depression and anxiety induced writer's block, make things a little difficult at times. I'm not dropping any of my tables and still intend to steadily work on them; though, for the moment, I'm primarily working on this table. This is part two of my previous post for this table from just over a year ago, and I hope to be working on it more regularly now that I have a computer that seems to function like...well, like a computer. I should add, the currency here is of similar measure to Japanese Yen; I figured, given the smallest note in the One Piece universe seems to be 1,000, it was a pretty accurate comparison. So, for reference, a thousand beli (or, indeed, a thousand yen) would be equivalent to about ten US dollars.

( “You’re a cheap bastard.” ||| He shrugged, setting down his bottle. “At least I’m a crafty cheap bastard.” )

Snow

2012-01-08T23:45:03Z

Claim: Character: Penelope 'Penny Coulson

Fandom: Marvel Movie Universe

Prompt: Snow , Table 3

Rating: T/PG13

Disclaimer: If I owned Marvel, would I be writing fanfiction?

Notes: Also posted on fanfiction.net and my liverjournal. Somewhat inspired by a fan art picture of chibi!Steve sledding on his shield. The other part was inspired by my younger cousin getting a replica of the shield...which would be perfect for sledding. In this one, we jump forward in time.

Penny woke up feeling cold. Not that it was anything new for her; New York in the winter was much more frigid than Calcutta, Mississippi. She snuggled deeper into her heap of blankets. Phil had said that the number of blankets on her bed was absolutely ridiculous, but she didn't care because they keep her so warm and toasty. That irritating lock of hair decided now would be a wonderful time to fall into her face. Penny scrunched up, willing the lock to move. In a twist of fate, the air conditioner kicked on, solving the problem of the lock, but inadvertently causing another one: Once again, Penny was cold. Which also meant she was awake. Stupid Phil and his weird masochistic desire to always have the air conditioner on. Pushing her head out of her lovely warm cocoon, Penny cracked an eye open. 10:03. It was a Saturday, which meant that Phil was at the Avengers' Mansion, babysitting. More than enough time for the hot water to recovery from his abuse. Ripping her coves off, Penny leapt out of bed and began her mad dash to the bathroom, only to be stopped by the most beautiful sight she had ever seen in her life (so far).

Snow.

Pure and crisp little white snowflakes were floating down from the Heavens, coating New York. It was like some one had made a sculpture of New York and dusted it with powdered sugar.

She couldn't help but crack a smile so big it had to hurt. Her first New York snow! Penny smiled and waltzed into her bathroom. Phil wasn't there to complain about her singing, so Penny belted out every holiday song she could think off all through her shower. While making breakfast, she sang music from the holiday specials of her youth. Not once throughout her morning routine did Penny loose her smile. Phil would have laughed and called her the oldest kid he knew. Mother would have frowned and told her that smiling too large created premature wrinkles (Penny would have shot back her usual reply that frowning caused even more wrinkles). Tossing on her winter coat and pulling the hat Aunt Jean had knitted for her, she walked out with a bounce in her step and coffee in her hands -stupid Phil and his caffeine addiction-. She all but danced down to the subway. Tossing her usual quarter to Fred, the subway's residential hobo, Penny took her usual spot next to Eli.

“It's snowing!” she said, her smile radiating happiness. Behind her, Fred snickered.

Eli flipped the page in his newspaper, today it was Wall Street Journal instead of the New York Times, and accepted her offering of coffee. “I didn't notice,” he dryly replied.

Penny rolled her eyes and took a sip of coffee. Eli folded his paper, tucking it under his arm and stood up. She hated standing by him. Eli towered over her. Both stepped closer to the edge, anticipating the train. It was a routine that they had fallen into. On Penny's first day on the train alone, she spilled her morning coffee all over the nice suit of the passenger next to her, who happened to be Eli. Thankfully, he had taken it all in a stride and had even walked her to work. They chit-chat all the way there. During that conversation Penny found out that Eli had recently moved to New York from Norway for his work. She had laughed and said that it was the same for her.

“What's your job?” she asked, absentmindedly tucking an unruly strand of hair behind her ear.

“It's in economics. Really boring.” he replied, giving her a wink.

Penny laughed. “Probably not as boring as mine! I work for the government. And on top of that, my brother's my boss.”

“For your brother? That must be terrible.” he responded.

“It's not that bad,” she said, shrugging, “I just started as his secretary yesterday so Phil hasn't become unbearable...yet.”

He laughed. Penny was fairly certain that she melted on the inside.

“Well, this is my stop,” she said, turning to face him. “Have a good day, Eli Smith.”

“I will, Penelope Coulson,” he said with a glint in his eyes.

“How was your Friday?” Eli inquired.

“I watched the movie marathon on 13, did my nails...oh! Phil finally took me to that one Italian restaurant he raves about because I had a real bad hankering for Italian. I was so afraid we were going to get shot,” she rambled, “but everyone was really nice and it was the best cheese ravioli I have every had.”

Eli cracked a rare grin. “You would have been fine.”

“Oh I know,” Penny took another sip of coffee and sighed in contentment. “How was yours?”

“Stayed at home.”

She snorted and placed a hand on her hip. “You're the one who tells me I should get out more and then pretty much every Friday you stay home.”

“What can I say? I'm quite the homebody,” he replied.

Penny rolled her eyes, nursing her coffee. Trailing behind Eli, she stepped onto the train. As usual, he managed to find a spot with hardly anyone around. Plopping down while he gracefully sat down (how he managed to sit down gracefully was a mystery to her), Penny declared “I think I'm going to make Phil go sledding with me if there's enough- Ouch!” Once again, she had spilt her coffee, this time on her brand new coat.

“Thanks,” she murmured as she accepted his offered handkerchief.

Watching her dab at her coat, Eli couldn't help but ask “Why did you say 'ouch' when the coffee did not even scald your skin?”

“I dunno. Habit I guess,” Penny said, handing him back the soiled handkerchief. He proceeded to fold it neatly and slid it back into place in his breast pocket. Sometimes he really reminded her of her grandpa.

“Now Penny, I have a serious question for you,” Eli said, “What is...sledding?”

Penny nearly chocked on her coffee. “What's sledding?” she repeated incredulously.

Eli nodded.

“Well,” she began, “sledding is...umm....Sledding is when someone...or a group of someones...gets on a sled -that has no meaning to you since you don't know what sledding is-...someone gets on this thing...like a tire or a sheet of plywood and slides down a hill...or a slope. Does that make any sense at all?” she asked, turning to face him.

“It does, it does,” he reassured, “I did not know that was what sledding meant in English. But know I have been enlightened.”

“Did you go sledding in Norway?” Penny asked, genuinely curious. Eli didn't seem to be the type that would go sledding. He seemed like a book, hot chocolate, and a blanket guy.

“Yes, yes I did. My brother and I would sometimes go sledding when we were children. Quite the mischievous pair, the two of us.”

Penny chuckled. The thought of Eli as a mischievous child was one she could easily wrap her mind around. His always had an air of mischief around him and had the wonderful ability to do all sorts of hand tricks. Pulling a muffin out of thin air, most likely one of his tricks, Eli offered Penny half, which she gladly accepted. The pair sat in a comfortable silence, munching on their muffins and watching the cast of characters that were the inhabitants of New York.

“I believe this is my stop,” Eli stood up. “Goodbye Penny.”

“Bye Eli!” she called after him. Sometimes she wondered if he was telling the truth. Eli Smith was such a English name. Really kind of odd for a Norwegian. Then again, she considered, the only Norwegian she knew was Christina. Not a lot to go by.

Loki all but inhaled the rest of the muffin, chasing it down with the delicious coffee Penny provided. The concoction called French Vanilla Coffee was the only saving grace of Midgard.

It took every once of self control that Penny had to not stick her tongue out to catch snowflakes. Even with the joy that was nearly bursting out of her, there was an odd feeling creeping up her belly. It wasn't a good feeling either. She frowned. It was rather like she was being watched. Penny could swear she kept on seeing something out of the corner of her eyes, but every time she looked, there was nothing. Glancing behind her, she quickened her pace. Nothing was there. Still, she couldn't shake that feeling.

As the mansion slowly came into few, the feeling slowly went away, replaced by excitement and joy.

Phil quietly huffed as Penny burst into the rec room. It was hard enough to keep their attention without distractions.

“Guess what Phil?” Penny joyously said as she bounded up to him. Without waiting or a reply she answered her own question. “It's snowing!”

“Yes, yes it is. Now please sit down.”

Penny happily took up residence in one of Tony's numerous wing chairs. Like nearly everyone else in the room, the exceptions being Jane and Bruce, she tuned out Phil and began to examine the room. Penny couldn't help but grin as her eyes fell on a certain object.

“Wanna know what would make an awesome sled?” she asked Tony after the meeting.

Tony, apparently sharing Penny's love of sledding, rapidly began to glance around the room. “What?” he asked after not finding any object that would make an excellent sled.

“The shield,”

Tony grinned.

Steve was immediately worried when both Penny and Tony approached him, obviously up to something. Penny, Darcy, and Tony had become a dream team of mischief makers, hardly ever being caught. So he felt that he had a right to be worried. Following his gut, he began to walk away.

“Steve,” Penny called, “We need to talk to you!”

He groaned. Of course she would be the one to ask, Tony knew full well that he couldn't resist a pretty face.

“Yes?” He said, turning to face them.

“Well, it's snowing,” she said, a smile on her face.

“It is,” he replied.

“And snowing makes me think of sledding. You like sledding, don't you Steve?”

“Yes,” he slowly replied.

“Since you like sledding and, more importantly, us,” Tony said, “You would let us use what could possibly be the greatest sled known to man kind, no ifs ands or buts.”

“Most likely.”

Tony grinned. “Ask him, I'll get a sim ready,” he said, darting off to the lab.

Penny smiled. God, why couldn't he resist a woman's smile?

“This potentially wonderful sled happens to be something of mine, right?”

“Right,” she replied. A single golden brown curl had fallen out of it's place in her bun and was now being twirled around her finger, which was just as bad as her mega watt smile.

“So do I get to know what this item is?” he said, his walls falling.

Her smile grew larger. At that moment, Steve realized he was, well, doomed.

If anyone asked, he was bullied into it. Not that he minded having Penny his lap with her arms around his neck. It felt rather...nice. He did mind the fact that he was sitting in his shield. Of course, it was all his fault since he couldn't say no. It also didn't help that everyone was recording with their respective devices, ready to see stunning wipe outs.

“Are you sure this is such a good idea?” asked Phil.

Penny huffed. “We'll be fine!”

“You ready?” Tony asked.

The fact that Tony was the one that was going to give the push was also a factor. It scared him more than the idea that Fury might find out what they were doing in their free time, with a national treasure no less.

“Ready!” Penny chirped, grinning from ear to ear.

Steve was not, and was totally unprepared for the hearty push that sent them practically flying down the hill. Snow was whipping all around them, Penny was laughing and screaming, his team mates were cheering, and he couldn't help but whoop with joy as they sailed down the hill. As the shield began to spin, he put an arm around her waist, hoping to prevent her from being tossed out. Neither of them noticed the little hill in their snowy path. With shrieks and laughter on both sides, Penny and Steve tumbled out of the shield, momentarily shocking the pair.

Steve slowly sat up and look at Penny. Penny slowly sat up and looked at Steve. She giggled.

“You have snow all in your hair,” she said, swiping at his hair.

“And you have snow all over your face,” he retorted.

Surprisingly, Phil was the first one down the hill, trailed by the rest of the Avengers.

“Are you all right?” he asked as he helped Penny up.

“Of course silly!”

There was a pause.

“Can I do it again?” she asked, her face all aglow.

Steve burst into laughter. He could get used to this.

AN: So it snowed, which motivated me to write this. I can somewhat guarantee that in the next couple of chapters, we will visit Atlantis, Phil and Penny will have family bonding time, and Penny finally gets to 'meet' Loki. Reviews are welcomed, encouraged even :) No, really. Is Penny a sue, is she believable, is everyone out of character? I would love your input.

Calm

2012-01-01T02:21:16Z

Claim: Character: Penelope 'Penny Coulson

Fandom: Marvel Movie Universe

Prompt: Calm, Table 3

Rating: T/PG13

Disclaimer: If I owned Marvel, would I be writing fanfiction?

Notes: Other OC's are mentioned, but none of them will appear in these stories. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

As usual, JFK was a nightmare to be in. The bustling airport was packed with people and Phil could not stand it when he was bumped into without an apology by haggard workers and stressed passengers. It wrinkled his suit. His headache was only increased by the presence a certain group of people he was currently 'babysitting'. One would think a group of grown adults would be able to take care of themselves, but no. Apparently Fury was reluctant to leave them alone after something that involved the Captain and internet porn and the now legendary Thor vs. Stark drink-off. Which was why they were here. He had been content not telling the Avengers plus Foster and Lewis where they were going, but the combined heckling prowess of Stark and Lewis resulting in Phil having to tell the Avengers where they were going which resulted in Foster, Lewis, and Potts making a sparkling poster with Penny's name on it. Stark and Thor, not to be outdone, had created their own poster with less sparkles but just as much creativity (and if that was Stark's handwriting, Phil was going to never let him live it down). All of this creativity had resulted in the living room being destroyed, which Phil knew was going to be his fault. Sometimes Phil wondered what he had done in a previous life to deserve this. He absentmindedly pulled on his suit jacket. Penny was five minuets late.

“So... is your sister hot?” Barton inquired nonchalantly.

Phil sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. How Barton had made it through SHIELD without having his ass pummeled by anyone was a mystery. “Agent Barton, comment on my sister again and suffer.”

Barton sniggered. “Like you'll actually do anything.”

Phil could feel his head begin to pound. If he makes one more comment I swear I will-

“Dude,” Lewis interjected, “It's his sister. He might, like, totally go all old school and fight you for her honor or something.”

“Ummm....Am I interrupting something here?”

Phil couldn't help but smile and turn around to face Penny, who had managed to sneak up on him. Him! He was so proud of her.

“Hello Penny.”

“Hello Phil. How's life?”

Terrible. “Lovely. You?”

Phil and Penny started walking, each matching the other's pace perfectly. The group slowly followed at a distance, with Thor creating a pathway through the heavy streams of people.

“What just happened?” Darcy muttered to the world.

"I'm assuming that's Penny.” Steve replied. “They do look kind of similar.”

“Why thank you Captain Obvious!” Clint shot back.

Steve decided to ignore that comment even though the girls were giggling. Why women always went for the 'bad' guys was something that he would never understand.

“Yeah that and the fact they're like the same person. I mean look at them walk! It's kind of creepy.” Darcy said.

Jane nodded. “I can see that.”

“I do not see why the similar stride of the Son and Daughter of Coul is significant nor how it is creepy.” Thor stated.

Natasha shrugged and spoke. “You can learn a lot about someone from their walk. Both of them are confident and believe themselves to have a purpose. Agent Coulson slightly favors his left leg, most likely because of some injury to the right. Penny walks with a longer stride, which according to some means that she would be more open and trusting. Coulson's is more short and his eyes dart around frequently, meaning he is more cautious and leery of people and their motives, which, considering his job, is probably true.”

“Woah, you can learn that all from watching someone walk?” Darcy said, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yes.”

“Cool!”

“Do you think they know we can hear them?” Penny asked.

Phil let a rare smile continue to grace his features. “Probably not. But they're right.”

“About the walking thing? It's true. I'm too trusting; you and Pippa are too paranoid.”

“How is she by the way.”

“Dunno,” Penny shrugged, “I haven't talked to her recently. Apparently the Thor thing caused a nightmare for them too.”

“Good. She deserves it.” Phil stated without a hint of guilt or malice. Penny rolled her eyes and whacked him in arm with the hand that wasn't dragging her rolling suitcase.

“Phil, she's our sister.”

“But she deserves.”

“She's our sister.”

“Who deserves it.”

“Can we call truce?”

Phil nodded. “Truce accepted...even though she deserves it.”

“Phil.” Penny groaned.

“Well, she does deserve it.”

“Do I need to intervene here?” Pepper interjected, who had been trailing at a slight distance.

“No ma'am, we're good. He just can't let the fact that Pippa got a better job than him go.”

“There's more of them!” Tony groaned, receiving a smack from Pepper.

“We're everywhere, Stark. You'll never get away.” Phil snarked.

If there was one thing that could be said about both of the Coulsons, it was that both of them had the eerie ability to remain calm in any situation. That was perhaps the thing that racked Tony's nerves the most. No matter what he did to either of them, neither batted an eye and took it in a stride. Case in point: Penny's first day.

“So,” Tony began, glancing around the room. It was a typical office room, with several plastic chairs on one wall, a terribly generic painting on the other, and Penny at a metal desk in the middle. The only saving feature was the window wall, which had a beautiful view of Central Park.

“Yes, Mr. Stark?” Penny replied, flipping through the numerous files on her desk. Apparently Phil had taken her on as his secretary or something like that.

“You're related to Coulson which has to be a-” Tony began, only to be interrupted by something, no, someone crashing through the shiny window.

“Stark!” A purple glowing human looking thing wailed. “You ruined my comp-”

“Excuse me, but I am doing extraordinarily boring paperwork and I would appreciate it greatly if you took this brawl elsewhere. I'm sure Mr. Stark would love to fight you sometime at a place that is not my office,” Penny stated with a cool smile on her face.

Tony look at the purple energy human. “I'm free Friday at three. How's the abandoned candy factory work for you?”

The energy thing scratched what Tony assumed to be his head. “Works for me,” he turned towards Penny, “I'm very sorry about your window ma'am.”

“It's quite alright. Have a lovely day.” she said, returning to her paperwork.

Tony blinked. Did that just happen? Why yes, Tony, yes it did. Pepper would love you.

“You were saying Mr. Stark?” Penny was looking at him.

“So you're related to Coulson which has to be a real...” She was all but glaring at him “...interesting. Really interesting,” Tony finished.

“You do meet very interesting people,” she agreed.

Tony snorted. Interesting people.

Today, however, Penny looked a little shell shocked and more than a little horrified. Maybe the meeting that ol' Fury required everyone to be at was melting her brain cells. Luckily, she and most of the Avengers with the exception of Steve and other Coulson were in the back. After being called out on conspiring with Clint, Tony decided to investigate this the old fashioned way: with note passing. As nonchalantly as possible, Tony pulled out a small note-book and began to set his master plan in motion.

What's wrong? He scribbled. Hrm. Now how to get to her without drawing too much attention. Ah ha! Tony slowly passed the note book under the arm rest and silently dropped it in Penny's lap. She frowned at the book. Returning her attention to Fury, she discreetly pulled a pen from her purse.

Are you sure you want to know?

Tony nodded in reply.

He's dating my mother!

Who?

Fury! He comes over to the house every other weekend and fixes stuff and goes out to eat or takes her places!! I didn't know he was Phil's boss!

Well, that would be a good reason to be freaking out.

Are you sure?

Really Mr. Stark, how many guys do you know that look like Samuel L. Jackson and have one eye?

She did have a point there.

True. Does Phil know?

No. No one knows that Mom's dating again.

Hmmm. We need a plan of action.

She looked quite confused, so he elaborated.

Part one: confirm it is Fury

Part two: find out if it is serious

Part three: confront him

Part four: tell Coulson

So we need to either have him admit it or ask my mom.

Or we could break into his office and search his stuff.

This was perhaps the most ridiculous thing Penny had ever participated in. After their conversation during the meeting, Stark had decided to call an Avengers meeting to discuss this development. Which was why she was currently standing outside the door of the mansion.

Come on Penny it's just a house. Knock! Penny rapped the door with more confidence than she felt.

After an eternity of waiting, Mr. Rogers opened the door.

“Hello Miss Coulson!” he said with a ridiculously large smile on his face.

“Miss Coulson is my mother,” Penny frowned, “that came out wrong. Please call me Penny.”

“Only if you call me Steve,” Mr. Rogers, Steve, said while stepping out of the door way “Come on in!”

Penny had seen many luxurious buildings, the Hamptons, all of the still standing plantation homes many of her friends resided in, even Buckingham Palace. The Stark place took the cake. The floors where black and white marble and all of the mirrors appeared to be gold. The various pillars were so clean that she could see her reflection in them. Marble statues or various art work were in between each pillar. And there was a garden! A real garden with a bubbling fountain at the end of the in-door courtyard.

“Impressive isn't it?”

“Yes,” Penny breathed.

Steve followed her gaze up to the ceiling, which was a mural with the Greek gods in the sky. “Tony likes the finer things in life.”

“I can tell,” she drolly replied.

“The meetings in the kitchen. It's much less formal.”

“I would hope so,” Penny laughed.

Now if only he could remember how to get to the kitchen.

“Now troops!” Tony barked, “We have a real problem on our hands!” He paced in front of the table, where everyone was sitting. He really looks like a mad scientist when he does that Penny thought.

Darcy raised her hand.

“Yes?” Tony said, stopping his pacing to turn and face the table.

“Why is Fury having a girlfriend such a bad thing? You keep on saying that Fury needs to be laid...” Darcy let her comment hang in the air.

Tony frowned. “Well is he even being-”

“Yes,” Penny interjected, “but let's not talk about that.”

“Oh my god that just gave me mental images I never wanted to see.” Darcy muttered while Clint choked on his doughnut.

“It is perfectly natural for people Fury's age to have an interest in intercourse.” Banner stated.

“Okay! Enough about Fury and sex. It's scarring me,” Tony said. “Now I have developed a plan. Jarvis!” A screen appeared behind Tony, listing his plan. “Part one: We need concrete evidence that it is Fury. So while Penny draws Fury away from his office, Steve and I are going to break into his office.”

Steve blanched. “Why don't we just ask him about it?”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Because it is so much more fun this way! Part two: Find out how serious this relationship is. If she's just a squeeze and Coulson finds out, he just might do something stupid and rash, which would just be terrible,” he said, sarcasm fully evident. “We will do this by monitoring Fury's calls to Penny's mom.”

“Can you even do that?” Jane asked, her skepticism leaking through. “I mean, he's SHIELD. Won't they have things to prevent that.?”

“Yeah, but you're forgetting the fact that I'm Tony Stark,” he boasted. “Plus I'm betting he calls her from either his cell or home phone, not the office, which is easier to do. Part three: Confront him, which will be done by yours truly and Penny with all of our evidence. This way we find out valuable information that could possibly be used to get me...us out of terrible meetings and assignments.:

“So essentially it's blackmail.” Natasha stated.

“No!” Tony said defensively. “It's valuable information, not blackmail.”

Pepper leaned over to Natasha. “It's black mail.”

“Anyway,” Tony huffed, crossing his arms, “We then have to figure out a way to tell Coulson.”

“We?” Bruce asked. “Why not Penny? Or you since it's your scheme.”

“'Tis a scheme worthy of our interests though, friend Banner! It may be a matter of national security seeing as it is one of the leaders.” Thor said.

“Thank you Thor!” Tony smiled. “Now tomorrow our plot begins. Here's how it's going to work.”

Fury was mildly surprised when Miss Coulson approached him. Even more so when she requested he looked at some files that she had found inconsistencies in. It happened to be the only time anyone had approached him about the numerous inconsistencies in the Sunnydale files. Glad to see someone saw through those shitty reports. On the other hand, no one had every approached him about inconsistencies in files. Something was up. And seeing as Stark and Rogers were lurking around the premise, she had been roped into one of Stark's hare-brained schemes. Shame, she seemed like a good kid.

“May I see the files?” he asked.

“Yes, they're in my bag...” she frowned and began to dig through her satchel. “Were in my bag,” she looked up at him. “Can we walk back to my desk and get them?” she asked, her shockingly steady.

On the inside, Fury was smiling. She might just earn herself a job if she kept up her unruffled demeanor around him. No one was ever this calm around him (well her brother was. Must run in the family); it was refreshing. “Of course, Miss Coulson. Lead the way.”

Tony began to hum the James Bond theme. “Let's roll,” he whispered to Steve.

Tony frowned. It had been a good, solid plan. Of course, he hadn't counted on Fury's office being booby trapped. That man had enough paranoia to make J. Edgar look trusting. After setting off said booby traps, several agents had promptly appeared and marched him and Steve down to an interrogation room. And judging by the approaching foot steps, Penny was going to get it too. He had to hand it to her, Penny looked completely nonplussed as she walked into the room, trailed by Fury, then Phil.

“So,” Fury said while he sat down on the other side of the table. “Want to explain why you two were attempting to break into my office while Miss Coulson distracted me with files?”

“It wasn't my idea!” blurted Steve while Tony crossed his arms and said “I regret nothing.”

“Not even being pepper sprayed?” Phil asked.

“Phil,” Penny chided.

“You have no right to say anything, seeing as you are their accomplice. Care to explain why, Penelope?” Phil replied, in the frightfully calm way of all Coulsons Tony had ever met.

“Oh snap, full name usage.” Tony whispered to Steve, who ignored him.

Penny looked away. “Not particularly.”

“Penelope.”

“Phillip,” she shot back.

This seemed to make him even angrier. “Penelope, be reasonable.”

“Fine,” she stated, turning back to face her brother, “I'm fairly certain that your lovely Director Fury is mother's new boyfriend.” She turned towards Fury himself. “May I leave now?”

Fury simply nodded as she swept out of the room.

Phil, however, looked shocked, revolted, and very, very traumatized. Tony took the initiative to bust out his phone and start taking pictures.

It was an awkward ride to the house to say the least.

Phil cleared his throat. “So...Mother's dating Director Fury.”

“Yes,” Penny coolly stated, not even glancing up from her lap.

“Well, that's news,” Phil stated, obviously trying to break the tension.

“Yes, yes it its.”

“I'm sorry for yelling at you.”

“Apology accepted,” she paused. “Although you did kinda freak out on me.”

Phil decided it would be wise to switch topics. “So how long have they been dating?”

“A couple of years.”

“A couple of years!? And you never met him!?” Phil all but shrieked.

Penny had pulled out a nail filer and began to attack her left hand. “Yep. I would always stay away or go to Chelsea's when Mom said he was coming over because I didn't like the fact she was dating. You okay there Phil?”

No. “Just a little shocked, that's all,” he replied.

“It's bound to be weird now, with Director Fury being our boss plus mom's boyfriend,” Penny said.

Phil snorted. “They've already started calling him my dad.”

“I'm so sorry Phil.”

He sighed. “Might as well get used to it.”

Penny started at it. It had been a week since the last call. She knew she should call her mother, but she didn't particularly want to. It wasn't that she didn't love her mother; it was that talking to her was so frustrating. It was like talking to a wall. She ignored everything Penny tried to stay and somehow twisted her words into something totally different. It was annoying and frustrating to say the least. And on top of that, Fury was bound to have called her mother and say that her daughter finally broke down and met him. Well, more like acknowledged the fact he existed. She continued to stare at the phone. On one hand, she could prolong the pain. On the other hand, she could get it over with. Penny sighed and picked up the phone, dialing her mother's number.

“Hello, Mother...Why yes I did meet your boyfriend. He happens to be my boss, so it was kinda inevitable...How am I supposed to know, I don't look at him like that...Yes, yes I did and they are all very nice...I suppose he is, I didn't notice...No Mother, he does not have a girlfriend...Mother, I am not going to ask him out, he just woke up from the forties...You do that, Mother, see if I care...Yes, Mother, I will go shopping, probably with some of the girls...Mother, I wouldn't really call them friends, I just met them...I'll be sure to do that...Tell her I said hello...Mother, don't you dare come up here...Yes, I love you...Fine, just don't come up here soon...Phil's out, probably visiting her...Yes, I'll tell him to call you...I love you too. Goodnight.” She hung up the phone. It was so hard to stay calm with her mother. But she did. That had to count for something.

AN: So this turned out to be way longer than I thought. Also, Purple Flying Blob Man is Simon Williams, who was at first a villain and later becomes a hero by the name of Wonder Man. He is based off of his Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes counterpart because I haven't really read him in the comics and he is not part of the movies (that I am aware of). Just a hint, Mother Coulson isn't an OC. Anyone is able to guess the comic book character she really is receives a no prize :) Anyway, Happy New Year!

Hurt

2011-12-16T06:30:52Z

Claim: Character - Mia Jesbar
Fandom: Star Wars (EU)
Prompt: Hurt, Table 4
Word Count: 172
Comments: here.

Once she was finally released from the infirmary and got to New York, she found Brodin at her apartment, trying to find clues as to where she was.

She didn't tell him what was really going on. Not yet, anyway. She couldn't. He just knew something had happened, something having to do with her top secret job, and that John wasn't here.

He made sure she ate, didn't push her to talk, and quickly realized she did not want to be touched. When it got late, he assured her that even if she didn't want to sleep, she should at least lay down, and he would be there to watch her back, he wasn't going anywhere.

It wasn't until she got into bed and Jaida jumped up to lay beside her that Mia was struck with thoughts of home, and John, and Skye. Tears suddenly stung her eyes and her throat closed up. "I miss John," she said in a choked, small voice. "I don't think I can do this without him."

Paper

2011-12-11T07:59:22Z

Claim: Character - Mia Jesbar
Fandom: Star Wars (EU)
Prompt: Paper, Table 3
Disclaimer: Bit of a crossover with SGA. John is not mine, and Skye is definitely not Mia's. It's her boyfriend's cat.
Word Count: 142
Comments: here.

For whatever crazy reason cats had, Skye hated toilet paper.

Mia and John would find it pulled off its roll, shredded into unrecognizable little pieces, or perhaps strewn all over their quarters, and then find Skye looking as innocent as could be.

This led to them keeping the door to the fresher shut, though there were times they forgot in their rush out the door to an emergency. And sometimes, even when one of them swore it had been shut and locked with the Ancient door control, Skye still managed to get inside and wreak her havoc.

So it was inevitable that there was occasionally a night where Mia trudged in after a tiring, long day, went into the fresher to freshen up and do her business, and would only afterwards realize...

"John?" she'd call out with a groan of frustration. "We're out of toilet paper again."

Dresden Files: The Wrath of Cinderella

2011-10-31T13:32:31Z

Title: The Wrath of Cinderella
Author: awanderingbard
Fandom: The Dresden Files (TV)
Words: 896
Characters: Harry Dresden, Fay Dresden (OC), Mal Dresden (OC), Anna Murphy (sort-of OC)
Warnings/Rating: G
Prompt: Glass(My Table)
Summary: Glass slippers make good weapons.
Author's Notes: A Hallowe'en story.

"I am not even kidding."

Admin Post

2011-10-01T13:34:08Z

Hey, everyone! I haven't been very good at checking in and I apologize. How are things going? It's been a couple of years so I thought now would be a good time to do some de-cluttering.

How many of you have completely abandoned your claims? Just leave your username and claim in the comments. If you're still trucking along on your claim, then keep doing what you're doing.:)

'Transformative Variations' (15/15)

2011-09-21T23:14:36Z

Title: Transformative Variations XV ~ Payment Due In Full
Author: ithildyn
Fandoms: Iron Man, Highlander
Prompt Car
Rating: PG15
Notes: Complete
Character(s): Methos, Tony Stark, Ezra Standish, Duncan MacLeod, Amanda Dariux , Joe Dawson, Pepper Potts, Nick Fury, James Rhodes, Phil Coulson, Natalie Rushman, Original Characters.
Summary: Friendship takes work; being friends with Tony Stark requires danger pay. When Tony said ‘I am Iron Man’, he affected the lives of those closest to him they just never dreamed how much. Like a pebble tossed in a pond, the ripples eventually touch all in their path.

My Table

The Adventures of a Secretary (11/25)

2011-09-01T01:59:50Z

Author: lady_green_bat
Title:The Adventures of a Secretary (11/25)
Fandom Claim: LXG
Original Character: Tabitha Wentworth
Prompt: Vacation
Rating: PG-13
Story Summary: Tabitha Wentworth always thought her mission in life would be to keep house for her sterling father. Fortunately her family had other ideas and inadvertently gave the young woman a chance at real happiness. They'd take it back if they could.
A/N: Yes, the last chapter may have seemed like a lot of filler—sometimes it did to me too—but it was needed. There were things mentioned, people brought up—work with me, ok! It was needed! . . .In my opinion. Also, I'm going to be posting an entire cast list when this is all finished, but it may make a clearer picture if you know that Will is played by Denis Leary, Eddie is Steve Buscemi, and Heath is David Thewlis. Just in my head of course. Yes. Just in my head. The Times article I mention was published January 31, 1900. William Goebel was a Democrat who had a reputation for supporting African Americans, women, and trade unions. He was shot after a controversial election where the Republican candidate was accused of ballot rigging.

Chapter Eleven

The Adventures of a Secretary (10/25)

2011-08-29T01:16:27Z

Author: lady_green_bat
Title:The Adventures of a Secretary (10/25)
Fandom Claim: LXG
Original Character: Tabitha Wentworth
Prompt: Holliday
Rating: PG-13
Story Summary: Tabitha Wentworth always thought her mission in life would be to keep house for her sterling father. Fortunately her family had other ideas and inadvertently gave the young woman a chance at real happiness. They'd take it back if they could.
A/N: I was questioning the direction of this story for a while, whether or not I should speed certain things up or cut planned scenarios out all together. But it Tabitha's story and it has to unravel in a certain way. I guess I'll just have to imagine that someday someone may like to write a snippet about how Huck felt agreeing to take Mina's blood in order to heal after being shot. Susanna's story can be read here.

Chapter 10

OC Big Bang Needs Artists and Beta Readers

2011-08-18T16:22:20Z

ARTIST SIGN-UPS|BETA READER SIGN-UPS

We have 18 stories that are going to need art and beta readers. Please, please come and volunteer. Also, if you know of places where I can advertise for artists and beta readers, please let me know.

'Transformative Variations' (13/14)

2011-08-02T23:26:05Z

Title: Transformative Variations XIII ~ Shoot Me Now
Author: ithildyn
Fandoms: Iron Man, Highlander
Prompt Car
Rating: PG15
Notes: WIP.
Character(s): Methos, Tony Stark, Ezra Standish, Duncan MacLeod, Amanda Dariux , Joe Dawson, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, Phil Coulson, Natalie Rushman, Original Characters.
Summary: Friendship takes work; being friends with Tony Stark requires danger pay. When Tony said ‘I am Iron Man’, he affected the lives of those closest to him they just never dreamed how much. Like a pebble tossed in a pond, the ripples eventually touch all in their path.

OC Big Bang

2011-06-03T13:41:10Z

The oc_bigbang is back! Love to write original characters in fandom? Then this is the Big Bang for you! Come on over and sign up to write. And tell all your artist friends to sign up in August because we're going to need them.

Also, please feel free to promo using this banner.

Hope to see you there!

'Transformative Variations' (11/??)

2011-05-30T22:15:27Z

Title: Transformative Variations XI ~ The Need Not To Know
Author: ithildyn
Fandoms: Iron Man, Highlander, Magnificent Seven
Prompt Car
Rating: PG15
Notes: WIP.
Character(s): Methos, Tony Stark, Ezra Standish, Duncan MacLeod, Joe Dawson, Pepper Potts, James Rhodes, Nick Fury, Natalie Rushman, Original Characters.
Summary: Friendship takes work; being friends with Tony Stark requires danger pay. When Tony said ‘I am Iron Man’, he affected the lives of those closest to him they just never dreamed how much. Like a pebble tossed in a pond, the ripples eventually touch all in their path.

OC Big Bang is Back!

2011-05-23T20:21:39Z

joyfulfeather and I are discussing another round of oc_bigbang. For those of you who don't know, the OC Big Bang is a big bang for fanfic with original characters. Right now, we have a poll going on to gauge interest. If things look good, we'll open up the writer sign-ups on June 1.

What say you?

Never Too Late

2011-05-22T14:27:11Z

Title: Never Too Late
Genre: romance
Rating: G
Pairing: Jackson Avery/Meadow Reisling (oc)
Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy
Summary: Dr. Avery takes his career seriously, but is it too much for his fiance?
Table: #2 Book

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