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Sanctuary Will/Helen -37 Time

and if I'm allowed another (Don't actually know if I'm allowed that one, to be honest, I've already had two!) Than Henry/Nikola - 02-Cool.

I’m not great with het but I hope you like it.

Will wondered into the library and scanned the shelves. It’d been drastically quiet around the Sanctuary lately. With Henry and Ash away from the week, visiting another house, there was almost literally nothing happening.

Restless and bored, he climbed the well worn library ladder, running his fingers over the spines of the books. As he shifted a volume on Iranian folklore, another book slipped from the shelf, scattering photos and scraps of paper as crashing to the floor.

Cursing under his breath, he slid down after it, scooping up the fallen pages. One image caught his eye, a sketch of Magnus dressed in a dusty safari suit, her hat in hand as she smiled at a man holding some Egyptian artefact.

“Cairo, 1922.” Helen said quietly, leaning in the doorway. “Howard was so excited.”

“Tutankhamun’s tomb?” Will asked incredulously.

“Hmm.” She nodded, taking the drawing from him, her fingers skating over the profile of the young explorer’s face. “He was like a school boy that day, so sweet and eager...”

“Do you miss him?” Will asked, studying Helen’s expression.

“I do.” She sighed, looking up at Will. She for a moment she moved as it to reach out to him, as if to touch his face as she had done to Carter’s in the picture but she stopped, drawing back. She gathered the book and its many fallen memories, hugging it reticently to her chest. “So many years...I miss them all.”

Aww, touching and sad... But in a good way!
*loves*

Glad you like it. Poor Helen has loved and lost so many beautiful boys like Will, must be hard to live with that some days.

Hehehe. Love Nikola and his wicked ways

Nikola grinned, watching the young werewolf’s bright expression as he ran his hand over the steel surface of Henry’s work bench, sparks trailing in the wake of his fingers.

All around him, machine and gadgets, Henry’s creations danced and lit up; feeding off the crackles of energy Tesla gave off.

“That’s so cool.” Henry muttered under his breath, watching as his favourite remote control car screaming across the floor.

“My dear boy.” Nikola purred, trailing his fingers off the bench and up Henry’s chest. “That, is the least of my tricks.”

Henry’s reply was lost in moans as Tesla’s sparks arched though his clothing, lighting up his several piercings.

Nikola purred as Henry crumbled against him, wrapping a steadying arm about the young man’s waist. “I do so look forward to showing you.”

Oh hell, that's hot!
I love your geeky Henry. Works so well with seducing Tesla! *grins*

The boy just doesn’t stand a chance against an ancient and well practice rake like Tesla. Geeky!Henry’s is just so much fun.

No, thank you. Of course you can post wherever you like. Looks like your writing is flowing smoothly once again, how does Inspector Detector/Racer X #28 Fortune sounds?

Oh Rekindle! You are a doll. This one so suits my favourite piece of Sammage’s art. Wish I could find it again.

They lay together on the twisted sheets, both their bodies sparkling with sweat, their chests heaving with shared exertions.

Racer X looked his new lover over as David Detector rolled onto his stomach, stretching out to relish the subtle ache of his overused muscles. So long they had danced around each other, so long they had let their desires stew, neither willing to concede to a passion that might risk their professional relationship...

Until tonight...

A close call, closer than either of them had every come before drove X into his superior’s arms, kissing his taciturn commander with heady abandonment.

Rather than being thrown back or punched, the rejection X expected, the tall blond kissed him back with a passion and fervour matching his own.

Coltish and clumsy as teenagers, they fumbled their way to X’s flat, falling together into the racer’s unmade bed.

Here in the warmth of afterglow, X had a chance to reflect on all the things he’d never expected of the mysterious David Detector.

The tattoo for one. X had expected something small, if anything – a regimental tattoo perhaps, on his upper arm maybe but not this....

X traced the subtle shading and bold lines of the design that covered David’s back. His fingers spelling out the words he could not read. “What does it say?” he asked, surprised by the loudness of his own voice in the quiet of his room.

“Luck doesn’t come for free.” David replied gently, arching up into X’s touch like a cat.

“Why?”

David shrugged, taking X’s hand and bring it to his lips, gentle touches after their night of rough and passionate play. “Dame Fortuna doesn’t favour the unprepared.”

X’s smiled, moaning softly as David bit softly at the skin of his inner wrist. Inspector David Detector was a beautiful mystery, and one he was more than willing to dedicate himself to unravelling.

Thank you!!

Thank you! Writing for you is always a pleasure!

:D

Tim/Kon Sing

Clark/Bruce Wait

Bart Motion

Feeling silly.

Kon turned the music up just a little louder, singing along as he tidied up the Tower. It was one of his favourite songs and while there was no-one else around, there was no reason not to enjoy it.

Music was one of the great battlegrounds of the Teen Titans – Gar’s taste was too bouncy, too much cheap bop. Vic’s music was too heavy. Kory’s was too...alien. And as for the other girls... the less said about that the better.

Only Robin’s taste in music was even slightly listenable. Tim’s collection was so varied that he always managed to find something the others would like. Kon had even borrowed a few CDs off him, finding stuff he’d liked and never heard before.

But this one was a classic! The sort of old Springsteen-esque song that almost everyone knew the words to. Given the others weren’t due for a couple of hours he just opened his lungs up and sang.

Tim leant in the doorway, watching as Kon’s big lungs belted out the song. Kon’s singing was more...volumous than good but passionate and Superboy was clearly enjoying himself. Tim smiled, loving the way Kon swayed in time to the music, crooning into the handle of the broom he was wielding.

“Bravo.” Tim whispered as the lost chord died, startling his friend almost out of his skin.

“Shit Rob! Why you gotta sneak up on me like that?” Kon rubbed his forehead. “Oh god. How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough.” Tim grinned, slinking towards Kon to take the broom from his hands.

“Oh that’s embarrassing.” Kon muttered, turning slightly red.

“Actually,” Tim grinned, peeling Kon’s hands away from his face. “I was rather impressed.” He stepped closer, his hands resting on Kon’s hips. “Will you sing for me sometime?”

HA! *giggles* Oh boys! This was too cute.

I just have this image in my head of Kon belting out the song, completely unaware he’s being watched. Love the sneaky Tim

Awww, I loved this! I adored the descriptions of the different kinds of music that they all listened to, and how Tim's collection was the only one varied enough to please everyone.

The interaction at the end was just perfect, too. ^^

Glad you liked it. I really love those two together, there’s something just unbearably sweet about them.

Thank you so much for playing. I’ve had so much fun writing these.

I find these two beautiful in their dichotomy. Hope I’ve done them justice.

Clark spread his hands over the broad, expanse of Bruce’s shoulders, pressing gently on the tight knots of bruising hidden beneath the suit.

“Don’t.” Batman growled, his voice tight and controlled but Clark could hear the underlying pain.

“Why not?” Clark chided gently, using his heat vision to warm Bruce’s skin though the latex. “Bruce please? I saw you fall. Even I couldn’t have taken that as quietly as you did.”

Batman pulled away, catching Superman’s hands in his own as he turned to face his friend and ally. “Wait. Not here.”

Superman used the vigilante’s grip to pull him closer, the wind catching his cape to furl around them both. “Embarrassed to be seen with me?”

Batman’s smile was grim and tight. “Not at all.” He let his hold on Clark’s wrists drop. “But if I’m going to have your hands on me,” he whispered darkly. “I’d rather be out of this suit.”

Ooooh, *very* nice! The Clark/Bruce dynamic was what got me into comics fanfic in the first place. I think you did a great job of capturing them!

ETA: I think this would be well-received at the worlds_finest comm. ^^

Edited 2010-01-24 17:12 (UTC)

Thank you. I’m so glad it worked.

Cool! I don’t know that community. I’ll have the check it out. Thanks.

This one got away from me. It kinda turned OP3 while I wasn’t watching.

Stillness hurt for Bart. It was like being imprisoned in his own skin. He did his best to stay in motion, vibrating fast on the spot when he has to look like he was standing still.

But this... this was harder to deal with than any stillness he’d ever known. Every movement, no matter how slight, tightened the bonds just a little more. The cord around his neck was inching tighter, moving closer and closer to cutting off his airway.

His chest heaved fast, panting short and shallow breaths just to stop from passing out. The others will come soon...surely... His mind was racing, running the laps around his head that his body couldn’t. They wouldn’t leave me like this...they’ll come.

The cramps in his legs were excruciating, his muscles vibrated with confinement, feeling like they were going to rip themselves away from his joints. The pain was almost too much; he wasn’t going to be able to hold on too much longer. If he didn’t move soon he’d go mad and if he did... the cord tightened slightly, cutting into his neck.

I’mgonnadieI’mgonnadieI’mgonnadieI’mgonnadie

Bart gulped one last breath before...

The lights went out and for a moment Bart was convinced he’d died.

And then the light came back on and hands were on him.

“We’ve got you Bart.” Robin whispered, his blade moving swiftly to free Bart from the cords.

Kon’s strong arms held him up as Robin freed his legs.

“I...I...” he stammered, letting the others rub the blood back into his limbs.

Robin shed his cape, wrapping it around Bart’s naked form. “Do you want Kon to fly you back to the tower?” he asked, helping Bart into his spare uniform.

“No...I...I need...”

“You need to run.” Kon said, surprisingly softly. “We understand. Mind if I run with you? Just in case.”

Bart nodded, letting the two of them help him to his feet. “Thanks...” he stuttered, “I just...”

Robin leaned in, pressing a kiss to Bart’s forehead. “We understand.”

I love this OT3! This was just beautiful. I love Kon's and Robin's understanding and gentleness at the end.

Bart always strikes me as such a lonely kid; he deserves people in his life who understand. Glad you liked it.

Tim/Zach (You can totally write it!) Last

I’ve been meaning to write this for you.

Zach growled as Tim came in through the window. “Now you turn up.” He cast off his jacket and hat, throwing them at the couch petulantly. “Four days after Christmas and you remember you have a boyfriend?”

Tim crouched balanced on the sill, waiting for Zach’s rage to run its course.

“Or is that a thing of the past too?” The magician demanded, loosening his bowtie and tossing it down beside his coat. “After all, it wasn’t me you spent Christmas day with.”

Tim breathed out slowly, choosing his words with care. “No, I spent Christmas with Kon.”

“SEE!” Zach growled. “That’s exactly what I mean. So I take it then you’ve come to get your stuff.”

“No Zach.” Tim said calmly, keeping his voice level. “I came to see you.” Slowly he inched forward, unfolding himself into the room. “Yes I spent Christmas day with Kon. You know how close Bruce and Clark are. It’s hardly a surprise our families spent the day together.”

“That was four days ago Tim.” Zack hissed nastily. “So what’s your excuse for the rest of the time?”

Tim stepped into the light, slowly peeling back his mask. Fresh bruises mottled his skin, a cut on his throat, low on his collar bore butterfly closures. “It’s been a bad week.”

“Damn Tim.” Zach muttered, stepping forward to pull his lover into his arms. “I’m sorry.”

They hugged, slow and comforting, breathing each other’s warmth. Gently Zach eased them onto the couch, whispering backwards words under his breath as he touched Tim’s wounds.

“No, leave it.” Tim whispered, catching Zach’s hand in his own. “They’ll heal on their own.”

“Anyone I know?” Zack asked, unhappily obeying his lover’s request and leaving the injuries be.

“Jason.” Tim growled, tensing in Zach’s embrace.

“I don’t doubt that he’s sorrier still.” Zach soothed.

Tim snorted, “Oh Dick and I made sure he wouldn’t try a stunt like that again.”

“Good to hear.” Zach nuzzled into Tim’s neck, kissing the soft skin behind his ear. “You said something about a present?”

“Greedy creature!” Tim grinned, reaching into his pouch. Carefully he drew out a length of cloth, dove grey and slinky. “I know it’s not much but...it made me think of you.”

Zach unfolded the scarf, letting the silken fabric fall between his fingers. “It’s beautiful.” He sighed, leaning in to kiss Tim lightly. “Thank you so much.” He wrapped it around his neck, caressing the softness of the fabric. “I love it.” Zach sat up suddenly, shifting to get off the couch. “I have yours here somewhere...”

“No.” Tim growled, pulling Zach back down for a deeper kiss. “Later. Much, much later.”

You seem to enjoy having Zat yell at Tim only to have Tim make him feel awful because he's all battered and bruised.

BUT OMG. I KNEW IT WAS COMING AND EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE *cuddles scarf*

It is going to be winter eventually and I am going to wear that scarf like you wouldn't even believe.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

I concede I have a nasty kink for H/C and making Zach feel bad. Tim’s just the type who shuts up and takes it, turning things without need to use words. I guess even though Zach loses it at him, he’s also always there for the comfort Tim won’t let himself admit he needs round anyone else.

Or am I over thinking this?

You have a kink for H/C? I AM SHOCKED! :P

I can totally see Zat as the type to lose his temper really quickly, especially about boyfriend things because I actually imagine him as being a little insecure about relationships and Tim would understand because he knows him well enough. Which is why he never fights back or holds it against Zat for the way he reacts. Just waits until Z is calm and then explains what's happened.

I over think things too!

Yes, exactly! Tim would just hold his ground a wait till Zach ran out of steam.

Strangely I’m having trouble with the over-thinking as a bad thing...

One more left to go. I need aa prompt for Wash and I'm done!

Over thinking is a wonderful thing! It's what makes me draw character mind maps and write lots of fic ^____^

Tim/Tam, Wash

I have a lovely image of her washing his battle scars or something I don't know it's late and I am feeling silly.

Thy will be done! And I’m out!

Tam leant on the doorway with a despairing sigh. Tim was stripped to the waist, kneeling in the empty bathtub, twisting precariously to clean the wounds on his back with face-cloth.

“Is there any chance you’d let me help?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“I’ve got this, but thanks.” Tim replied, not raising his head, clearly not surprised she was there.

“Really? Because the cut between your shoulders looks messy and it starts bleeding again every time you twist.”

“It’s alright Tam. I can manage.” Tim was trying to sound dismissive but she could see the slump in his shoulders, the exhaustion written across his features.

“Why?” She asked, coming to sit on the edge of the bath.

“Why what?” He replied conversationally.

“What won’t you let other people help you? Why are you so bloody mindedly determined to do everything on your own?”

He stopped, his brow knitting as he seriously thought about her question. “I guess I’m just not use to have people around who I trust to help.”

She wondered whether to take that as a slur on his trust for her but he was semi-naked in her tub and with his back to the door, clearly trusting her to cover him, or at least let him know if there was trouble so she grinned, snatching the cloth from his hands. “Well now you have. Better get used to it.”

D'awwwwww this was so lovely. I am glad that Tim trusts here :D

WELL DONE! YOU FINISHED IT!

Happy dance...and maybe some sleep! I have a job app to write in the morning. Sleep sweet.

Goodnight! Good luck with writing the job app!

Yeah, congratulations! These were all terrific, good job!

Thank you both so much for your help and encouragement!

Inspector/X, one? Or Sparky/Speed :)

You know how I love Inspex but this one just...Poor Sparky. We are so mean to him...

Speed shifted uncomfortably on the bench, twisting sleeve of his jacket between his fingers.

“Penny for your thoughts Speed?” Sparky prompted gently, seeing the young racer’s distraction.

“It’s...it’s nothing,” Speed muttered.

Sparky sat down next to his charge, nudging the youth with his shoulder. “Hey Speed. It’s me. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

“Yeah but...” Speed’s shoulders slumped forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. “It’s just...Pop’s would be so mad...”

“You know I won’t tell him anything Speed.” This tension in Speed was scaring him, especially just before a race. “Just talk to me.”

Speed looked up at him, despair in his eyes. “Have you ever....thought about guys?”

“You mean...as in sexually?” Sparky prompted, keeping his voice open and level.

“Yeah...” Speed admitted, looking panicked. “I know Pop’s always says-”

Sparky hushed him solidly. “So do I Speed but you need to listen to me.” He touched the youth’s chin, pulling him around to look him in the eye. “There is nothing wrong with being interested in guys, or girls for that matter. I don’t care what Pops says, following your heart can’t be against the laws of God and it’s nothing to feel guilty about.”

Speed smiled weakly, leaning into his best friend. “How is it you always know what I need to hear?”

Sparky slung an arm around him, hugging Speed tightly as the call of all drivers to their cars echoed across the room.

“I should go.” Speed muttered, pulling himself to his feet. As he reached the door he turned back for a moment. “I know it’s none of my business but... have you ever...loved another guy?”

Sparky smiled sadly. “Get going. We’ll talk later. You have a race to win.”

As Speed jogged away, Sparky swallowed the answer, the truth that was choking him. “Yes Speed. But only ever one.”

Oh my god, Munnin, so heartwrenching! Though, as Ezzy and I were discussing the other day, we do it to them because we love them. Right? RIGHT?

Oh yeah. We torture them to show our love and affection for sure. If we didn’t, who would?

So glad you liked it!

Congrats on finishing it all and thank you for writing my many strange and rare parings!

I've had fun. x

Thank you so much for the help and encouragement. Writing for you has been a wonderful challenge. I’m almost tempted to do it again next holidays so stay tuned.

Congrats on finishing this; I loved your stories. And please do post the stories, Speed_fic could especially use the activity. I've unfortunately been plaqued by writer's block to bad to get anything useful.

I understand. This was all a ploy to force me around my heat-induced writer’s block.

Thank you so much for your inspiration and encouragement and I will post them all to Speed_fic very soon. Hope you liked the last few I wrote you too.

I loved the fics you wrote for me. I've been trying to break the writer's block. I've even gone back and try to work on past ficlets that were never finished or coming up with different endings.

Finishing the meme of death!

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Tim/Kon Sing for kirax2

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Tim/Zach, Last for faile_neume

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One, Sparky/Speed for oxymoronic

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