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Post the first sentence (or whatever) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
The list of fics I’m working on can be found here on my Fic to Finish List. And the posting order for the meme follows them.
I only took sentences from the stories that I have actually started and I followed along with what I am actually noting them as on the list so hopefully you’ll be able to follow this. (And I don’t break anyone’s brain.)
1. Eliot vs Nate:
There came a time when ‘it seemed like a good idea’ and ‘needing the money’ really needed to be weighed against the probability of having to deal with Nathan fucking Ford. If he had known Ford was going to be involved in this, he would have said no…or asked for more money.
2. Henry & Big Guy at Comic Con
Henry paused, his shirt half-way to the bag he’d been packing, nose tilting as he scented the air. “You might as well come in, Kate, I know you’re out there,” he said.
“Ya know it’s kinda creepy the way you do that,” she commented as she wandered in, her fingers trailing along his bookshelves and dresser.
Henry tried not to wince as she left fingerprints all over the wood furnishings in his room. “Glad you think so,” he replied, turning his attention back to his clothes.
3. Hunting an Abnormal
“Explain to me again why we’re going to talk to this informant,” Will said as Henry slowed down, looking for a parking place.
“Because the informant is an old friend of mine and you need to get out more,” Henry answered. He paused in front of a dark storefront, the windows blacked over and then lettered in bold neon colors. The tags were difficult to read and Will tilted his head, trying to figure out if there was a name somewhere in the artwork. “Look, go inside there and I’ll be in as soon as I find somewhere to park the car.” Henry pointed to the storefront Will had been eying. “And try not to offend anyone.”
4. Henry and Cee—Cee’s in Heat
“Sorry, we’re closed,” Cee called, not looking up from what she was doing at the counter.
“It’s just me,” Henry answered as he shut the door behind him, flipping the lock.
Cee glanced up, flashing a quick smile. “Hey, wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. What’s going on?”
He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he wandered towards her. “Not much. What are you doing?”
5. Kate/Ravi—good Indian girl
Kate growled softly as she sat up in bed, throwing off the light blanket. Ever since Ravi’s words in the streets about a “good Indian girl”, they’d hovered at the back of her mind, reminding her that she didn’t really belong here. At the same time, they challenged her, egged her on. And Kate Freelander never backed down from a challenge. Deciding she needed to have it out with him, she slipped out of bed and headed for the hallway.
6. Kate and Henry—Training
Darting down the hall, Kate grabbed the corner of the wall so that she didn’t skid too much when she swung herself around it. Her other hand clutched the stunner and she fired blindly back down the hall the way she’d come. There was no thump, no sound so she knew she hadn’t hit anything; but hopefully she’d caused him to dodge and slowed him down a little. The space in front of her came in quick glances as she tried to formulate a plan quickly. She needed to stop him permanently, but she was under constraints—no killing, not too much maiming, and she really didn’t want to cause too much damage to the building.
A short scream brought her up short and her arms flailed as Kate overbalanced for a moment before she gained control. “What the hell are you doing up here?” she demanded, then shook her head. “No. Never mind.” She grabbed the blonde’s arm, dragging her along.
7. Charlie woos Kono
“Fong,” Chin greeted the trace tech with a touch of surprise as the younger man entered the main room of Five-Oh HQ. “Since when do you deliver results personally? Wait.” He tried to recall where things were with their current case. “Are we waiting on trace results?”
“Ah, no. I actually.” Charlie looked awkward for a minute. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” When Chin just stared at him, Charlie added, “Privately?”
“Sure.” Chin motioned towards his office, gesturing the other man inside and at his insistence, closing the door behind them. “Everything okay? No one’s bothering you, are they?”
8. Possessive Steve
It took Danny’s sleep fuddled brain a few minutes to realized that the ringing he was hearing was not the school bell in his dream, but actually a phone and by the time he actually processed that and rolled over, Steve had already answered it; sitting up in bed and responding with a series of “uh-huhs” and “yeses”. The former SEAL grabbed the pad they kept on the nightstand, scribbling down information as Danny looked it over and finally said, “Yes, we’re on our way,” before thumbing the phone off.
Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, Danny asked, “What’s going on?”
“Looks like the husband is no longer our prime suspect,” Steve responded. “His body just washed up on North Shore.”
9. Sick shifter!Steve
There were a lot of things Danny had gotten used to once he’d learned that his partner was also a fully grown tiger and his destined mate, but awakening to find a three hundred and thirty pound South China tiger curled around him would send a less tolerant man running for the nearest panic room. Instead Danny shoved him over so the tiger wasn’t lying half on top of him anymore, ignoring the growling that issued forth as he was moved. “I’m assuming there’s a reason you have four feet this morning,” he commented. “But we’re supposed to be in the office in forty minutes. And that means you need to be in human form.” He turned back as he started into the bathroom. “We do not have time to fool around,” he added as he noticed Steve’s green eyes following him.
10. Greg takes Nick for a ride—a bike ride
“I hear you saw something amusing this morning.” The voice was right behind him and only the sight of the other man’s reflection in the glass prevented Nick from jumping a foot at the sound. “Not your normal reaction to a man on a motorcycle.”
Nick unobtrusively glanced around before answering, “Not the man I normally see on a motorcycle either.”
A smile was pressed against his neck almost too quickly for him to even register it was there. “Sooo I was thinking…”
11. Nick laying Greg out
“What are you doing after shift?” Nick asked, not looking up from the piles of ash he was attempting to separate into viable evidence. He could feel Greg’s brown eyes on him as the other man debated why Nick was asking him and he hastened to explain, “If you’ve already got plans it’s no big deal.” This thing between them was still so new that Nick didn’t want to push.
“Nooo,” Greg answered slowly. “My only plans are to grab a shower and then sleep for about ten hours. I feel like I’m never going to get clean.”
12. Clubbing
Greg shifted on his chair again drawing the attention of his co-worker. "Are you all right, Greg?" Morgan asked in concern.
He looked surprised at being caught but hastened to assure her. "Yeah I'm fine. I must have overdone it at the club last night."
Nick glanced up at his words, although he didn't join the conversation as Morgan said, "Oh. I didn't realize you liked that scene. Maybe sometime we should go together."
13. Swimming Hole
“So where are we going?” Greg asked as Nick tugged him out the door. He frowned as Nick grabbed a couple of towels from a hook. “And why do we need towels?”
“Do you trust me?” Nick responded.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Greg replied.
14. Coffee with Sara/Telling Warrick—essentially the team finding out over the years
Grissom had learned over the years that his team thought he was oblivious. Most of the time he didn't mind because it allowed him to observe them and come to conclusions that he might not otherwise have gotten. For the last few weeks, he'd noticed a change in the relationship between two of his team members. It wasn't necessarily a bad change, just one he hadn't quite figured out the dynamics of and it was a puzzle he wanted to solve. For curiosity if nothing else.
Tapping the file folder together to make sure all the papers were inside, Grissom went in search of one of the boys. A search of the lab, the garage, and most of the surrounding area didn't turn up either Greg or Nick. Assuming they'd left for the day, and after the decomp they'd had it wouldn't really be a surprise, Grissom headed towards the locker room intending to leave notes on their lockers that he needed to see them.
15. Payback
“Not that shirt,” Greg commented from where he was lounging on the bed.
Nick looked at the black shirt he’d pulled out of the closet. “What’s wrong with this shirt? I like this shirt.”
“You look good in that shirt. Pick another,” Greg replied.
“And I shouldn’t look good?” Nick answered. “You’ve never had a problem with me wearing this to work.”
16. Photography
Ella glanced up from fiddling with her camera to discover that Nick had slipped into the studio she had borrowed at some point. He was crouched down behind Greg as he whispered something in the younger man’s ear, his left hand running up and down the other man’s side. A pang, there and gone so fast Ella didn’t even register it consciously, for the caring Nick was bestowing on her best friend hit her before she reinstituted control and called, “As fucking hot as you two look, this is supposed to be a single subject shoot so…Nick? Get your cute ass out of my frame.”
17. Girls go Shopping/Gobsmacked Clint
“Okay, time to put the weapons away,” Isabella announced as she walked into the range. “We’re going shopping!”
Natasha immediately put down the pistol she’d been sighting, but Tessa ignored the other Assistant’s directive. “Have fun,” she said over her shoulder.
and
“You like?” Tessa asked, spinning slowly so Clint could see the whole dress. His eyes glazed over as he took in the fabric that clung to the curves that weren’t normally obvious.
“You know we um…” He paused, blinked, and started over again. “We don’t really have to go to Stark’s party. We could just…damn, Tessa. We can just stay here.”
Tessa glared at him. “Oh, I don’t think so, Clint Barton. I got this stupid dress. And I put on the torture devices that Ish and Tash insisted on. And the scrap of fabric they told me to wear. And that’s it. And I feel like I’m half naked. So you are getting your ass in your tux and we are going to this damn party. And you will dance with me!”
18. Introducing the Assistants
“Director Fury asked not to be disturbed,” the agent that acted as the colonel’s secretary tried to stop Coulson as he headed for the inner office.
“It’s all right, Darlene,” Coulson replied. “He’s expecting me.” He pressed his thumb against the scanner, walking through the door when it buzzed open. “Colonel, I completed the assignment and am ready to go…” He stopped at the sight before him.
19. Thor Bad Assistant
“Wait. We’re not going with them?” the newest Assistant, Mark Jeffries, asked as the Avengers scattered to head for the scene of the incident.
The other four Assistants paused for a minute, although Tessa quickly turned back to Clint; helping him adjust the quiver she had just handed him. “What part of support staff is confusing you?” Isabella asked.
“But you’re military! Don’t you want to be in the action?” he demanded.
Olivia raised her hand, waving it tentatively. “Um, I’m not. And I’d really rather be here.”
20. Home for Thanksgiving
“Yes, Agent Monroe?” Fury looked up as Tessa paused in the doorway to his office.
“I wanted to ask permission to take Captain Rogers home with me, sir,” Tessa answered. “For the holiday,” she clarified when he just stared at her.
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Fury responded.
“I don’t think it’s fair that Clint gets to come home with me,” Tessa replied. “And Captain Rogers is stuck here while everyone else is allowed to have some freedom for the holiday if they want it.”
21. Tony/Pepper—domestic troubles
Pepper had to admit that after the events of the last few months, a vacation had sounded ideal, but she hadn’t been sure if a vacation to a remote location with the man who was nominally her boss sans any support staff was the best idea.
Tony had this…way of being persuasive. Of convincing you that bad ideas were good.
And that was how she had found herself seated on his private jet, sipping champagne and winging their way to a private island for a private gateway. Once she’d recovered her senses, she’d realized there were entirely too many privates in that sentence, but by then it was too late.
22. Whogeek—drinking contest
“Sir?” The SHIELD agent started as his quiet voice caused Fury’s head to jerk up. When faced with the glare from the other man’s face, he gulped, but gamely continued on, “We’re um getting strange reports?”
“Are you asking or telling me?” Fury snapped.
“Telling, Sir.” The agent straightened up. “And Mr. Thor, Captain Rogers, and Mr. Stark aren’t on base, Sir.”
"That's it, I'm gonna LoJack their asses," Fury responded. “Please tell me they aren’t the cause…” He stopped. “Of course they are.”
23. Little Hawkeye
Clint Barton was three years old the first time he picked up a bow. It was almost bigger than he was, but Bartons were nothing if not stubborn. And patient. He’d been eyeing the bow since his father came in from hunting four hours ago and he’d been determined to get his hands on it. He knew better than to do it when someone was watching, but all of the adults were occupied now and he seized his chance. Just as his hands closed over the grip, he heard the dreaded sound of his full name, followed by, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Despite being startled, he set the bow back down gently before turning to face his punishment. Still, he continued to cast longing glances towards it as he was berated for touching something that wasn’t his. He’d have another chance someday and next time…he wouldn’t be stopped.
24. Mobster!Jeremy twin to Walsh
Casey Schrader stopped as she reached the desks where she and her partner normally sat. The man lounging in her partner's chair lowered the newspaper as she did a double take. With his lean legs encased in pinstriped pants flowing up to a classic three piece ensemble and topped with a fedora perched at a jaunty angle; he was a dead ringer for her partner. Until he opened his mouth. “Hiya, doll face," he drawled.
"Don't call me 'doll face'" she snapped automatically. "Who the hell are you?"
"What you don't recognize your own partner?" he asked with a grin that was slow and dirty and oh so Walsh.
25. First time or not so much
Steve looked around his bedroom, checking to make sure he had everything they might need. They might not do anything more than the fooling around they’d already done, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. Checking the lube and condoms, he tried to decide if he should leave them on the nightstand or put them in the drawer. He was still trying to decide when the doorbell rang. “Crap!” He opened the drawer, dropping the supplies inside, and slamming his finger in the drawer as he shut it. He yelled, “I’m coming!” before sticking his finger in his mouth and pounding down the stairs. His dad had already left for his fishing trip so he needed to open the door for Danny. He’d asked the other boy not to just walk in like he normally did and he hoped he’d listen.
26. Matt spills beans
Steve grinned as he watched Danny push Grace on the swings as he talked to Kono before turning his attention back to Matt. “What did you say?”
“I asked how much has Danny told you about what happened in Jersey?”
Steve shrugged easily. “Not much. Just that you guys moved here because your step-dad got a job. That he had the choice to stay, but didn’t want to leave you or Grace.” He lifted a hand in a wave as Danny looked in their direction and felt a warmth spread through him as Danny smiled in response. “Why?”
27. Grace gives Steve chicken pox
Danny opened the door, extremely tempted to lean against it before he fell over. He managed to summon up a look of welcome at the sight of Steve on the porch. The other boy looked him over; taking in the low-slung pajama pants, hastily pulled on t-shirt, and flattened Mohawk. There were dark circles under Danny’s pale blue eyes and Steve wanted to reach other and wipe them away, even though he knew that was impossible. “You look like shit,” he commented.
Danny glared in response. “You would, too, if you’d stayed up all night.”
28. Story of the tags
Steve touched the tags resting on Danny’s chest gently, not wanting to disturb the dozing boy. “Stop being a perv, Steven,” Danny said without opening his eyes.
Steve rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “So I’m allowed to kiss you and fool around with you but I’m not allowed to look at you?”
“Not when you think I’m sleeping,” Danny replied, cracking his eyes open. “Why are you playing with my tags?”
29. Prom night
“Now this is the last place I would have expected to find you,” the cultured British voice came from behind him. Danny felt his body stiffen as she lounged against the fence next to him, managing to look both relaxed and like a cover model all at the same time. “Are you here for a particular person?” she asked as she ran her eyes over his body.
He waggled the stopwatch at the foreign exchange student, not taking his eyes off the track as he answered, “What’s it look like?”
Rachel turned around so her back was to the track and she was leaning against the chain-link; her shoulders back to thrust her small breasts out. Danny almost rolled his eyes at her blatant moves. “So you know prom is coming up in a couple of weeks…” she started.
30. Dress whites graduation
“Hey, sailor,” Danny said as Steve swept by him. Steve was caught up in a group of other graduates, but he turned at the sound of Danny’s voice; his body buffeted by the others.
“Danny?” he questioned, reaching out towards the other boy. “What the hell?” He fought his way over, reaching out but not quite touching Danny, as if he couldn’t believe it was true. “You said you weren’t coming.”
Danny grinned, his blue eyes raking over Steve’s dress whites clad form. “I wanted to surprise you.”
31. Drunk dialing
Both Meka and Danny jumped slightly as “In the Navy” blasted out of Danny’s cell phone. Without looking down, Danny shut the ringer off, shoving the phone back into his pocket. Meka glanced over from the driver’s seat. “Isn’t that Steve?” he questioned.
“He can leave a message and I’ll call him back later,” Danny replied, shifting his equipment belt.
“Are you two on the outs again?” Meka asked. “It’s like two am for him. I’m sure he’s not calling just to bug you.” When the phone sounded again, he nudged the blonde. “Take the call, brah. We’re just circling. You can watch the streets and talk to your boy.”
32. Leave: Jack’s Story
I wasn’t hurrying down the corridor, but I was moving briskly. I had been summoned to the Admiral’s office immediately. As I walked, I tried to rub the grease off my face and hands. Most pilots didn’t do their own maintenance on their planes but I often lent a hand when my plane was scheduled for service so I know what problems had been addressed and could point out other problems. Unfortunately before they had finished, I had been called away and ordered to report to the admiral. The ensign had said I needed to report immediately so there was no time to clean up.
33. Leave: Samantha’s Story
I was on my way to my quarters when I came across two pilots that shouldn't be in the officers' quarters. Although I recognized the dark haired pilot, I had promised not to make a big deal out of our famile connection; distant as it was, while he served on board my ship. After exchanging salutes with them, I asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Lieutenants Brad Spencer and Michael O'Neill," the dark haired one answered.
The other man, a blond, continued, "We had to report to Medbay for testing. This is the quickest way back to our quarters."
34. Leave: Tristan’s Story
“You don't have any right to wear clan insignia. You aren't Clan!”
I dodged the punch aimed at my head and grabbed his arm on the follow through, twisting it up and behind his back. A little applied pressure forced him up on his toes with a squawk. “My name,” I growled in his ear, “is Tristan Christopher Carter Golden Eagle. My father is Galen Carter.” I twisted harder. “The only outsider ever accepted by Golden Eagle. I suggest you get your facts straight before you fling accusations around.” I released him with a shove and turned to the other cadets. “Anyone else want to make an issue of it?” I demanded. I glared around the room until they all found other things to do.
35. Leave: Galen’s Story
I felt my ship respond easily as I touched the controls, guiding it in an arc until I fell in behind my wingman and best friend, Christopher Eagle. "Hey, Chris, that was a pretty good run," I called over the conn.
I could almost see his eyes rolling as he responded, "Ninety-eight percent accuracy is not 'pretty good', Galen, and I told you to stop calling me 'Chris'."
"So what am I supposed to call you, oh high and mighty Clansman?" I replied, cutting my eyes over so I could see his fighter, just above and beyond me. While I waited for Christopher to reply, I ran my eyes over his plane. After a second, I nudged my ship closer. I was convinced the colored sparks coming out of the tail weren't supposed to be there, but we rarely flew in atmosphere so at first I thought maybe it was just a light from the gases igniting in the clouds.
36. Leave: Abigail’s Story
"Yo, grease monkey," a voice above my head said.
Without moving anything but my hand, I stuck my middle finger up at him. "Bugger off, Vinnie," I added for good measure.
"Aren't you supposed to be on Leave?" Vinnie continued.
I finished tightening the last bolt with the wrench and slipped it into the pouch on my coverall. Bracing my feet against the floor, I shoved so my hover board flew out from under the shuttle. I pushed a little harder than I meant to thought and ended up slamming into Vinnie's legs. "Ooops," I said, looking up at his cross face.
37. Threesome porn—2 friends seduce a third
"So which one of us do you want to fuck more? Or do you just want us both? Because that is definitely on the table." Clarissa cradled her wine glass as she curled up on the chair opposite Mark and smiled at him.
“Dorian!” Mark yelled in response. “I think your friend just propositioned me.”
Dorian exited the kitchen, his own wine glass in hand. “If you aren’t sure, she wasn’t really propositioning you.” He perched on the arm of the chair, trailing a hand over Clarissa’s shoulder. “Trust me; she’s rather blunt about those things.”
38. Pub Romp
Katelyn scanned the small crowd of the pub as she carefully built the pint the tourist had just ordered. The grouping tonight was a nice mix of tourists and locals, or at least familiar faces, and if anyone got out of hand there was a tight knot of men in the corner that were quite obviously members of the military. It was a group that had been more than once before so although she didn’t know them all by name, she recognized them and made sure to keep whatever they wanted flowing their way.
A bark of laughter from their table drew her attention and she looked more closely to see that one of the men had taken the empty pint glasses and was attempting to build something with them. Grabbing a tray and quickly filling enough glasses for each of the men, she made her way over to them. “Gentlemen,” she said, stopping in front of the table. “My glasses are not building materials. I can get you something if you’d like to construct a homage to…” she trailed off unable to figure out what exactly the young man was building.
Post the first sentence (or whatever) from every WIP you're currently working on, even if it's very short. Then invite people to ask questions about your WIPs. With any luck, you'll get talking about writing, and the motivation to take that WIP one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
The list of fics I’m working on can be found here on my Fic to Finish List. And the posting order for the meme follows them.
I only took sentences from the stories that I have actually started and I followed along with what I am actually noting them as on the list so hopefully you’ll be able to follow this. (And I don’t break anyone’s brain.)
1. Eliot vs Nate:
There came a time when ‘it seemed like a good idea’ and ‘needing the money’ really needed to be weighed against the probability of having to deal with Nathan fucking Ford. If he had known Ford was going to be involved in this, he would have said no…or asked for more money.
2. Henry & Big Guy at Comic Con
Henry paused, his shirt half-way to the bag he’d been packing, nose tilting as he scented the air. “You might as well come in, Kate, I know you’re out there,” he said.
“Ya know it’s kinda creepy the way you do that,” she commented as she wandered in, her fingers trailing along his bookshelves and dresser.
Henry tried not to wince as she left fingerprints all over the wood furnishings in his room. “Glad you think so,” he replied, turning his attention back to his clothes.
3. Hunting an Abnormal
“Explain to me again why we’re going to talk to this informant,” Will said as Henry slowed down, looking for a parking place.
“Because the informant is an old friend of mine and you need to get out more,” Henry answered. He paused in front of a dark storefront, the windows blacked over and then lettered in bold neon colors. The tags were difficult to read and Will tilted his head, trying to figure out if there was a name somewhere in the artwork. “Look, go inside there and I’ll be in as soon as I find somewhere to park the car.” Henry pointed to the storefront Will had been eying. “And try not to offend anyone.”
4. Henry and Cee—Cee’s in Heat
“Sorry, we’re closed,” Cee called, not looking up from what she was doing at the counter.
“It’s just me,” Henry answered as he shut the door behind him, flipping the lock.
Cee glanced up, flashing a quick smile. “Hey, wasn’t expecting to see you so soon. What’s going on?”
He shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets as he wandered towards her. “Not much. What are you doing?”
5. Kate/Ravi—good Indian girl
Kate growled softly as she sat up in bed, throwing off the light blanket. Ever since Ravi’s words in the streets about a “good Indian girl”, they’d hovered at the back of her mind, reminding her that she didn’t really belong here. At the same time, they challenged her, egged her on. And Kate Freelander never backed down from a challenge. Deciding she needed to have it out with him, she slipped out of bed and headed for the hallway.
6. Kate and Henry—Training
Darting down the hall, Kate grabbed the corner of the wall so that she didn’t skid too much when she swung herself around it. Her other hand clutched the stunner and she fired blindly back down the hall the way she’d come. There was no thump, no sound so she knew she hadn’t hit anything; but hopefully she’d caused him to dodge and slowed him down a little. The space in front of her came in quick glances as she tried to formulate a plan quickly. She needed to stop him permanently, but she was under constraints—no killing, not too much maiming, and she really didn’t want to cause too much damage to the building.
A short scream brought her up short and her arms flailed as Kate overbalanced for a moment before she gained control. “What the hell are you doing up here?” she demanded, then shook her head. “No. Never mind.” She grabbed the blonde’s arm, dragging her along.
7. Charlie woos Kono
“Fong,” Chin greeted the trace tech with a touch of surprise as the younger man entered the main room of Five-Oh HQ. “Since when do you deliver results personally? Wait.” He tried to recall where things were with their current case. “Are we waiting on trace results?”
“Ah, no. I actually.” Charlie looked awkward for a minute. “Can I talk to you for a minute?” When Chin just stared at him, Charlie added, “Privately?”
“Sure.” Chin motioned towards his office, gesturing the other man inside and at his insistence, closing the door behind them. “Everything okay? No one’s bothering you, are they?”
8. Possessive Steve
It took Danny’s sleep fuddled brain a few minutes to realized that the ringing he was hearing was not the school bell in his dream, but actually a phone and by the time he actually processed that and rolled over, Steve had already answered it; sitting up in bed and responding with a series of “uh-huhs” and “yeses”. The former SEAL grabbed the pad they kept on the nightstand, scribbling down information as Danny looked it over and finally said, “Yes, we’re on our way,” before thumbing the phone off.
Shaking off the last vestiges of sleep, Danny asked, “What’s going on?”
“Looks like the husband is no longer our prime suspect,” Steve responded. “His body just washed up on North Shore.”
9. Sick shifter!Steve
There were a lot of things Danny had gotten used to once he’d learned that his partner was also a fully grown tiger and his destined mate, but awakening to find a three hundred and thirty pound South China tiger curled around him would send a less tolerant man running for the nearest panic room. Instead Danny shoved him over so the tiger wasn’t lying half on top of him anymore, ignoring the growling that issued forth as he was moved. “I’m assuming there’s a reason you have four feet this morning,” he commented. “But we’re supposed to be in the office in forty minutes. And that means you need to be in human form.” He turned back as he started into the bathroom. “We do not have time to fool around,” he added as he noticed Steve’s green eyes following him.
10. Greg takes Nick for a ride—a bike ride
“I hear you saw something amusing this morning.” The voice was right behind him and only the sight of the other man’s reflection in the glass prevented Nick from jumping a foot at the sound. “Not your normal reaction to a man on a motorcycle.”
Nick unobtrusively glanced around before answering, “Not the man I normally see on a motorcycle either.”
A smile was pressed against his neck almost too quickly for him to even register it was there. “Sooo I was thinking…”
11. Nick laying Greg out
“What are you doing after shift?” Nick asked, not looking up from the piles of ash he was attempting to separate into viable evidence. He could feel Greg’s brown eyes on him as the other man debated why Nick was asking him and he hastened to explain, “If you’ve already got plans it’s no big deal.” This thing between them was still so new that Nick didn’t want to push.
“Nooo,” Greg answered slowly. “My only plans are to grab a shower and then sleep for about ten hours. I feel like I’m never going to get clean.”
12. Clubbing
Greg shifted on his chair again drawing the attention of his co-worker. "Are you all right, Greg?" Morgan asked in concern.
He looked surprised at being caught but hastened to assure her. "Yeah I'm fine. I must have overdone it at the club last night."
Nick glanced up at his words, although he didn't join the conversation as Morgan said, "Oh. I didn't realize you liked that scene. Maybe sometime we should go together."
13. Swimming Hole
“So where are we going?” Greg asked as Nick tugged him out the door. He frowned as Nick grabbed a couple of towels from a hook. “And why do we need towels?”
“Do you trust me?” Nick responded.
“Why wouldn’t I?” Greg replied.
14. Coffee with Sara/Telling Warrick—essentially the team finding out over the years
Grissom had learned over the years that his team thought he was oblivious. Most of the time he didn't mind because it allowed him to observe them and come to conclusions that he might not otherwise have gotten. For the last few weeks, he'd noticed a change in the relationship between two of his team members. It wasn't necessarily a bad change, just one he hadn't quite figured out the dynamics of and it was a puzzle he wanted to solve. For curiosity if nothing else.
Tapping the file folder together to make sure all the papers were inside, Grissom went in search of one of the boys. A search of the lab, the garage, and most of the surrounding area didn't turn up either Greg or Nick. Assuming they'd left for the day, and after the decomp they'd had it wouldn't really be a surprise, Grissom headed towards the locker room intending to leave notes on their lockers that he needed to see them.
15. Payback
“Not that shirt,” Greg commented from where he was lounging on the bed.
Nick looked at the black shirt he’d pulled out of the closet. “What’s wrong with this shirt? I like this shirt.”
“You look good in that shirt. Pick another,” Greg replied.
“And I shouldn’t look good?” Nick answered. “You’ve never had a problem with me wearing this to work.”
16. Photography
Ella glanced up from fiddling with her camera to discover that Nick had slipped into the studio she had borrowed at some point. He was crouched down behind Greg as he whispered something in the younger man’s ear, his left hand running up and down the other man’s side. A pang, there and gone so fast Ella didn’t even register it consciously, for the caring Nick was bestowing on her best friend hit her before she reinstituted control and called, “As fucking hot as you two look, this is supposed to be a single subject shoot so…Nick? Get your cute ass out of my frame.”
17. Girls go Shopping/Gobsmacked Clint
“Okay, time to put the weapons away,” Isabella announced as she walked into the range. “We’re going shopping!”
Natasha immediately put down the pistol she’d been sighting, but Tessa ignored the other Assistant’s directive. “Have fun,” she said over her shoulder.
and
“You like?” Tessa asked, spinning slowly so Clint could see the whole dress. His eyes glazed over as he took in the fabric that clung to the curves that weren’t normally obvious.
“You know we um…” He paused, blinked, and started over again. “We don’t really have to go to Stark’s party. We could just…damn, Tessa. We can just stay here.”
Tessa glared at him. “Oh, I don’t think so, Clint Barton. I got this stupid dress. And I put on the torture devices that Ish and Tash insisted on. And the scrap of fabric they told me to wear. And that’s it. And I feel like I’m half naked. So you are getting your ass in your tux and we are going to this damn party. And you will dance with me!”
18. Introducing the Assistants
“Director Fury asked not to be disturbed,” the agent that acted as the colonel’s secretary tried to stop Coulson as he headed for the inner office.
“It’s all right, Darlene,” Coulson replied. “He’s expecting me.” He pressed his thumb against the scanner, walking through the door when it buzzed open. “Colonel, I completed the assignment and am ready to go…” He stopped at the sight before him.
19. Thor Bad Assistant
“Wait. We’re not going with them?” the newest Assistant, Mark Jeffries, asked as the Avengers scattered to head for the scene of the incident.
The other four Assistants paused for a minute, although Tessa quickly turned back to Clint; helping him adjust the quiver she had just handed him. “What part of support staff is confusing you?” Isabella asked.
“But you’re military! Don’t you want to be in the action?” he demanded.
Olivia raised her hand, waving it tentatively. “Um, I’m not. And I’d really rather be here.”
20. Home for Thanksgiving
“Yes, Agent Monroe?” Fury looked up as Tessa paused in the doorway to his office.
“I wanted to ask permission to take Captain Rogers home with me, sir,” Tessa answered. “For the holiday,” she clarified when he just stared at her.
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Fury responded.
“I don’t think it’s fair that Clint gets to come home with me,” Tessa replied. “And Captain Rogers is stuck here while everyone else is allowed to have some freedom for the holiday if they want it.”
21. Tony/Pepper—domestic troubles
Pepper had to admit that after the events of the last few months, a vacation had sounded ideal, but she hadn’t been sure if a vacation to a remote location with the man who was nominally her boss sans any support staff was the best idea.
Tony had this…way of being persuasive. Of convincing you that bad ideas were good.
And that was how she had found herself seated on his private jet, sipping champagne and winging their way to a private island for a private gateway. Once she’d recovered her senses, she’d realized there were entirely too many privates in that sentence, but by then it was too late.
22. Whogeek—drinking contest
“Sir?” The SHIELD agent started as his quiet voice caused Fury’s head to jerk up. When faced with the glare from the other man’s face, he gulped, but gamely continued on, “We’re um getting strange reports?”
“Are you asking or telling me?” Fury snapped.
“Telling, Sir.” The agent straightened up. “And Mr. Thor, Captain Rogers, and Mr. Stark aren’t on base, Sir.”
"That's it, I'm gonna LoJack their asses," Fury responded. “Please tell me they aren’t the cause…” He stopped. “Of course they are.”
23. Little Hawkeye
Clint Barton was three years old the first time he picked up a bow. It was almost bigger than he was, but Bartons were nothing if not stubborn. And patient. He’d been eyeing the bow since his father came in from hunting four hours ago and he’d been determined to get his hands on it. He knew better than to do it when someone was watching, but all of the adults were occupied now and he seized his chance. Just as his hands closed over the grip, he heard the dreaded sound of his full name, followed by, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Despite being startled, he set the bow back down gently before turning to face his punishment. Still, he continued to cast longing glances towards it as he was berated for touching something that wasn’t his. He’d have another chance someday and next time…he wouldn’t be stopped.
24. Mobster!Jeremy twin to Walsh
Casey Schrader stopped as she reached the desks where she and her partner normally sat. The man lounging in her partner's chair lowered the newspaper as she did a double take. With his lean legs encased in pinstriped pants flowing up to a classic three piece ensemble and topped with a fedora perched at a jaunty angle; he was a dead ringer for her partner. Until he opened his mouth. “Hiya, doll face," he drawled.
"Don't call me 'doll face'" she snapped automatically. "Who the hell are you?"
"What you don't recognize your own partner?" he asked with a grin that was slow and dirty and oh so Walsh.
25. First time or not so much
Steve looked around his bedroom, checking to make sure he had everything they might need. They might not do anything more than the fooling around they’d already done, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. Checking the lube and condoms, he tried to decide if he should leave them on the nightstand or put them in the drawer. He was still trying to decide when the doorbell rang. “Crap!” He opened the drawer, dropping the supplies inside, and slamming his finger in the drawer as he shut it. He yelled, “I’m coming!” before sticking his finger in his mouth and pounding down the stairs. His dad had already left for his fishing trip so he needed to open the door for Danny. He’d asked the other boy not to just walk in like he normally did and he hoped he’d listen.
26. Matt spills beans
Steve grinned as he watched Danny push Grace on the swings as he talked to Kono before turning his attention back to Matt. “What did you say?”
“I asked how much has Danny told you about what happened in Jersey?”
Steve shrugged easily. “Not much. Just that you guys moved here because your step-dad got a job. That he had the choice to stay, but didn’t want to leave you or Grace.” He lifted a hand in a wave as Danny looked in their direction and felt a warmth spread through him as Danny smiled in response. “Why?”
27. Grace gives Steve chicken pox
Danny opened the door, extremely tempted to lean against it before he fell over. He managed to summon up a look of welcome at the sight of Steve on the porch. The other boy looked him over; taking in the low-slung pajama pants, hastily pulled on t-shirt, and flattened Mohawk. There were dark circles under Danny’s pale blue eyes and Steve wanted to reach other and wipe them away, even though he knew that was impossible. “You look like shit,” he commented.
Danny glared in response. “You would, too, if you’d stayed up all night.”
28. Story of the tags
Steve touched the tags resting on Danny’s chest gently, not wanting to disturb the dozing boy. “Stop being a perv, Steven,” Danny said without opening his eyes.
Steve rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow. “So I’m allowed to kiss you and fool around with you but I’m not allowed to look at you?”
“Not when you think I’m sleeping,” Danny replied, cracking his eyes open. “Why are you playing with my tags?”
29. Prom night
“Now this is the last place I would have expected to find you,” the cultured British voice came from behind him. Danny felt his body stiffen as she lounged against the fence next to him, managing to look both relaxed and like a cover model all at the same time. “Are you here for a particular person?” she asked as she ran her eyes over his body.
He waggled the stopwatch at the foreign exchange student, not taking his eyes off the track as he answered, “What’s it look like?”
Rachel turned around so her back was to the track and she was leaning against the chain-link; her shoulders back to thrust her small breasts out. Danny almost rolled his eyes at her blatant moves. “So you know prom is coming up in a couple of weeks…” she started.
30. Dress whites graduation
“Hey, sailor,” Danny said as Steve swept by him. Steve was caught up in a group of other graduates, but he turned at the sound of Danny’s voice; his body buffeted by the others.
“Danny?” he questioned, reaching out towards the other boy. “What the hell?” He fought his way over, reaching out but not quite touching Danny, as if he couldn’t believe it was true. “You said you weren’t coming.”
Danny grinned, his blue eyes raking over Steve’s dress whites clad form. “I wanted to surprise you.”
31. Drunk dialing
Both Meka and Danny jumped slightly as “In the Navy” blasted out of Danny’s cell phone. Without looking down, Danny shut the ringer off, shoving the phone back into his pocket. Meka glanced over from the driver’s seat. “Isn’t that Steve?” he questioned.
“He can leave a message and I’ll call him back later,” Danny replied, shifting his equipment belt.
“Are you two on the outs again?” Meka asked. “It’s like two am for him. I’m sure he’s not calling just to bug you.” When the phone sounded again, he nudged the blonde. “Take the call, brah. We’re just circling. You can watch the streets and talk to your boy.”
32. Leave: Jack’s Story
I wasn’t hurrying down the corridor, but I was moving briskly. I had been summoned to the Admiral’s office immediately. As I walked, I tried to rub the grease off my face and hands. Most pilots didn’t do their own maintenance on their planes but I often lent a hand when my plane was scheduled for service so I know what problems had been addressed and could point out other problems. Unfortunately before they had finished, I had been called away and ordered to report to the admiral. The ensign had said I needed to report immediately so there was no time to clean up.
33. Leave: Samantha’s Story
I was on my way to my quarters when I came across two pilots that shouldn't be in the officers' quarters. Although I recognized the dark haired pilot, I had promised not to make a big deal out of our famile connection; distant as it was, while he served on board my ship. After exchanging salutes with them, I asked, "Who are you and what are you doing here?"
"Lieutenants Brad Spencer and Michael O'Neill," the dark haired one answered.
The other man, a blond, continued, "We had to report to Medbay for testing. This is the quickest way back to our quarters."
34. Leave: Tristan’s Story
“You don't have any right to wear clan insignia. You aren't Clan!”
I dodged the punch aimed at my head and grabbed his arm on the follow through, twisting it up and behind his back. A little applied pressure forced him up on his toes with a squawk. “My name,” I growled in his ear, “is Tristan Christopher Carter Golden Eagle. My father is Galen Carter.” I twisted harder. “The only outsider ever accepted by Golden Eagle. I suggest you get your facts straight before you fling accusations around.” I released him with a shove and turned to the other cadets. “Anyone else want to make an issue of it?” I demanded. I glared around the room until they all found other things to do.
35. Leave: Galen’s Story
I felt my ship respond easily as I touched the controls, guiding it in an arc until I fell in behind my wingman and best friend, Christopher Eagle. "Hey, Chris, that was a pretty good run," I called over the conn.
I could almost see his eyes rolling as he responded, "Ninety-eight percent accuracy is not 'pretty good', Galen, and I told you to stop calling me 'Chris'."
"So what am I supposed to call you, oh high and mighty Clansman?" I replied, cutting my eyes over so I could see his fighter, just above and beyond me. While I waited for Christopher to reply, I ran my eyes over his plane. After a second, I nudged my ship closer. I was convinced the colored sparks coming out of the tail weren't supposed to be there, but we rarely flew in atmosphere so at first I thought maybe it was just a light from the gases igniting in the clouds.
36. Leave: Abigail’s Story
"Yo, grease monkey," a voice above my head said.
Without moving anything but my hand, I stuck my middle finger up at him. "Bugger off, Vinnie," I added for good measure.
"Aren't you supposed to be on Leave?" Vinnie continued.
I finished tightening the last bolt with the wrench and slipped it into the pouch on my coverall. Bracing my feet against the floor, I shoved so my hover board flew out from under the shuttle. I pushed a little harder than I meant to thought and ended up slamming into Vinnie's legs. "Ooops," I said, looking up at his cross face.
37. Threesome porn—2 friends seduce a third
"So which one of us do you want to fuck more? Or do you just want us both? Because that is definitely on the table." Clarissa cradled her wine glass as she curled up on the chair opposite Mark and smiled at him.
“Dorian!” Mark yelled in response. “I think your friend just propositioned me.”
Dorian exited the kitchen, his own wine glass in hand. “If you aren’t sure, she wasn’t really propositioning you.” He perched on the arm of the chair, trailing a hand over Clarissa’s shoulder. “Trust me; she’s rather blunt about those things.”
38. Pub Romp
Katelyn scanned the small crowd of the pub as she carefully built the pint the tourist had just ordered. The grouping tonight was a nice mix of tourists and locals, or at least familiar faces, and if anyone got out of hand there was a tight knot of men in the corner that were quite obviously members of the military. It was a group that had been more than once before so although she didn’t know them all by name, she recognized them and made sure to keep whatever they wanted flowing their way.
A bark of laughter from their table drew her attention and she looked more closely to see that one of the men had taken the empty pint glasses and was attempting to build something with them. Grabbing a tray and quickly filling enough glasses for each of the men, she made her way over to them. “Gentlemen,” she said, stopping in front of the table. “My glasses are not building materials. I can get you something if you’d like to construct a homage to…” she trailed off unable to figure out what exactly the young man was building.
