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lit_galI just put up a bit more of the Stageplay Universe (NCIS). HOWEVER, I really just want to play. I have one more day of freedom before a long slog at work, and![[info]](../../img/userinfo.gif?v=88.3)
hawk_soaring and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taylorgibbs looked like they had fun doing this, so I'll give it a try.
Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or, a paragraph or six or eight ;) Yep, this is your chance to try and poke my muse into writing what you want.
My fandoms are Fast and Furious, Sentinel, NCIS, Buffy, SG1 (earlier years), Firefly, Mag 7
hawk_soaring and taylorgibbs looked like they had fun doing this, so I'll give it a try.Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or, a paragraph or six or eight ;) Yep, this is your chance to try and poke my muse into writing what you want.
My fandoms are Fast and Furious, Sentinel, NCIS, Buffy, SG1 (earlier years), Firefly, Mag 7
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:41 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:43 am (UTC)If you'll consider a crossover, Tony's heightened senses are finally explained.
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:49 am (UTC)Xander shook his head, certain that something was wrong. So wrong, but it was the good kind of wrong, the kind of wrong that made him jerk off in the bathroom. And now, looking at Willow's gentle curves, the angle of her back as it moved into a nicely rounded ass, he couldn't think of one good reason to walk away.
"Xander?" she asked softly, her head tilted to one side, and Xander took a step closer.
"Mine," a voice growled, and for the first time, the large hand resting on Willow's bare stomach came into focus. Angel. Angel was here, his fingertips brushing the edge of her patch of curled pubic hair.
"Hey, play nice," Willow said, her voice shocked.
"I dunna play nice," Angel said in an accent that set off bells in Xander's head, but he couldn't focus on why. Willow was here, the scent of her musk making Xander feel dizzy with need.
"If you don't play nice, you can't play at all," Willow warned. "Oh, goddess. What am I saying? I should fix this. I should totally fix this. I can fix this."
Xander watched Willow pant as Angel's fingers slipped between the lips of her pussy. He edged closer. Angel was dangerous, but that just added a darker note to his bright need for Willow.
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Date: 2012-01-08 03:54 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:01 am (UTC)"Oh no. I don't know what you've done to me," Tony said as he poked his finger at the gray-haired cop. NCIS... how sad was it that he'd been caught by people no one had ever heard of. He was never living this down. "You've drugged me up to make me think I'm a Sentinel, haven't you? I'm not buying it."
"Who's your guide, DiNozzo?" Gibbs demanded, his jaw so tight that he looked ready to explode. "Playing these games won't save you."
"Fuck you, Agent Gibbs."
"I'm not the one who gets fucked," Gibbs shot back, and the second the words were out, his eyes widened. Clearly Tony had gotten through the cracks in Gibbs' tough-guy facade. Tony excelled at that, although he was surprised to have worked his charms when his head spun, he had flecks of vomit over his shirt, and he was almost positive he'd turned a pasty shade of white. He wasn't at his best.
Gibbs sighed and opened the cell door with a clanging sound that echoed through Tony's head. "DiNozzo, you can't keep going without a guide. I promise to not hold anything against you until we can get your guide here."
"I'm not a fucking Sentinel," Tony snapped. Gibbs crossed his arms and looked down as Tony lay wilted across a wooden bench, his one hand braced against the cold concrete floor. With a sigh, Gibbs leaned over and touched Tony's arm, and the shock that passed between them made Tony start so bad that the fell off the bench and hit the ground with a thud that made him cradle his injured arm and struggle to contain the sobs as the pain spiraled out of control.
"Well, crap," Gibbs muttered, but then his hand ran up and down Tony's arm. "Breathe out, DiNozzo. Breathe out and let the pain go out with each breath. Every second, the pain is getting a little easier, a little less intense. Count back with me. Ten. Nine. Eight. The pain is easing enough for you to breathe easy now. Seven. Six."
Tony might have told the man to fuck off again, only he could feel the bright pain uncoiling as Gibbs warm fingers down his arm became the center of all his awareness.
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 04:09 am (UTC)Gabrielle
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 04:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 04:43 am (UTC)Just where has this little crossover AU world been hiding?! I love this idea!
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:44 am (UTC)Dom thrust slowly into Brian's body, watching as Brian pressed his eyes tightly shut. Shifting his grip on Brian's thighs, he pulled back and then slipped carefully back into his lover.
"Dom, damnit, fuck me," Brian demanded, but with his wrists tied to the headboard, there wasn't much he could do except complain.
"I'm being romantic. This is our anniversary," Dom said. Brian's eyes came open long enough to glare at Dom, and then Dom performed another slow motion thrust, and Brian pressed his eyes closed as he mouth came open. "We're doing something special to celebrate six months," Dom explained patiently.
Brian made an incoherent noise and writhed wildly, but he didn't tell Dom to stop as Dom intentionally set a pace that would deny both of them the ability to come. Dom liked riding the edge this way. Brian was a long-course, and driving it right meant enjoying every turn and twist on the course.
The phone rang, but Dom ignored it as he settled deep inside Brian and let his fingers spread across the man's lower stomach, feeling those muscles twitch.
"Dom, I'm going to kill you," Brian threatened. Dom laughed. Brian might be a scrappy fighter and a mean little shit when he got crossed, but Brian liked being crowded. He liked being reminded that Dom wanted him, wanted to control him. That was a lesson Dom had learned well.
The answering machine clicked and then a familiar voice startled Dom so badly that he dropped one of Brian's legs.
"Dom? Hey, it's Xander. You remember, your celly or roommate. Roommate. Yeah, that's it," he stammered, trying to cover his slip since a little magic meant that no one else would remember Xander being in prison with Dom. "Um, I need a little help because there's an issue. With the issue that, you know, you never wanted to really admit was an issue."
"Just tell him, ya nit," a British voice interrupted. From the tone, that one was aggravated dude.
"Spike, I've got this," Xander cut him off. Spike. Now that was interesting. Dom knew that name, but hearing him, Dom was starting to form a whole new hypothesis.
"Dom, just call me, okay?" Xander asked right before he hung up the phone.
Dom looked down at Brian. He was still tied to the headboard and speared on Dom's cock, but he had an alert wariness in his face.
"Trouble?" he asked. Yeah, that was Dom's good little cop, ready to charge into fight.
"Nothing that can't wait until I finish celebrating my fucking anniversary," Dom said as he recaptured Brian's leg and lifted it up to his shoulder so he could find that perfect angle. For one second, he had Brian the cop under him with that alert expression, but then Dom pressed his cock in and let his hands run down over Brian's bare thighs and the expression changed. His eyes drooped and his mouth opened and his fists tightened around the slat in the headboard. This was Dom's Brian, the Brian no one else ever got to see, and Dom wasn't letting anything interrupt this, not even Xander and his damn magic.
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 04:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 04:49 am (UTC)And I've been having a blast with this meme too. I think I have around 15-16 done now.
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Date: 2012-01-08 04:53 am (UTC)\0/
*wibble*
That is so beyond awesome I don't even have words.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:17 am (UTC)"Ignore Gibbs," DiNozzo said with a smile. He was definitely taking advantage of their cover as lovers. "He's just cranky today." He inched closer and gave Gibbs a salacious wink. Gibbs raised an eyebrow. They would talk about that later.
"Do you have the goods or not?" Gibbs demanded. The hulking merc grunted and shifted his gun to his other shoulder.
"Jayne," Reynolds said with a nod toward the crate. Now they just needed to confirm the tracking numbers on the lasers to throw Sergeant Melick, Captain Reynolds, and this whole rag-tag crew into an Alliance prison. Cobb put his gun aside and used a crowbar to pry up an edge of the crate. The crew was smart to change the crate. That explained why McGee couldn't follow the tracking signals on these missing arms.
Cobb grunted as the long nails finally came screeching free of the wood and a long strip of wood clattered to the metal deck.
"Let's talk price," Reynolds said. "I'm thinking four thousand would be fair."
"More than fair," his second in command answered. She was the one person on this crew that Mal couldn't peg. She was by the book, and his gut said she was a straight-shooter. In another world, he would have offered her a job.
"Check the supplies," Gibbs ordered DiNozzo while he tried to keep an eye on the Serenity crew. DiNozzo's skills were more about undercover work than shooting his way out of this sort of trouble, so he trusted Gibbs to keep him safe in situations like this. Gibbs took that responsibility seriously.
"Um, Gibbs?" DiNozzo said, his voice cracking with uncertainty. Gibbs' guts tightened, but he kept his his poker face in place while he waited for Tony to explain the problem. Reynolds was looking equally confused, so maybe this wasn't some trap that Tony had just sprung.
Tony turned around and held his hand out. Gibbs expected to see one of the stolen lasers or maybe even some wrist-lock bomb as the Serenity crew took them hostage. Gibbs didn't expect to see a food ration in DiNozzo's hand.
"What's this?" Gibbs demanded.
Malcolm looked to his second, but she was as confused as the rest of them.
"You wanted the cargo from the Raven, right?" Malcolm asked.
"Yes, exactly. What the hell is that?" Gibbs demanded with a gesture toward the crate full of rations. Tony had pulled out a dozen, setting them on the top of the crate before he turned to look at Gibbs with a bewildered expression that made him look about twenty years younger.
"That's the cargo from the Raven," Reynolds said. "What did you expect?"
"Guns," Gibbs snapped. He had a lot of valuable time in on this mission, too much to find out he'd wasted it on a bad lead. They had to be playing him.
Reynolds and Washburne traded the sort of look that two soldiers in battle learned to share. They were both honestly confused. Whatever had happened, Gibbs' missing guns weren't on the Serenity, and Gibbs was not happy.
"DiNozzo, with me." Gibbs turned on his heel and started down the gangplank.
"Ain't you taking the cargo?" Cobb yelled after them.
"Hey, maybe next time. You know how guys can get when they're all set to find a nice big gun and then they don't get it." DiNozzo charmed the crew, smoothing over the rough edges of Gibbs' retreat, all the while making it sound like some bad sexual metaphor.
"DiNozzo," Gibbs bellowed.
"Coming. On your six," DiNozzo said before he ran down the gangplank after Gibbs, the metal shivering underfoot. They were in the dust of the road before Gibbs turned to his second, so angry he couldn't even see straight.
"I want to know where those guns got off that ship. I want to know every person Reynolds has ever done business with on this whole gorram planet. I want verification that Melick didn't switch out the guns for rations before the Raven left its last dock, and I want to know if this assignment is too much for McGee, clear?"
"On it, boss," DiNozzo agreed.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 05:20 am (UTC)University Shaman
Date: 2012-01-08 05:24 am (UTC)Re: University Shaman
Date: 2012-01-08 05:40 am (UTC)When Blair spotted him, he tucked the phone between his ear and shoulder and waved to Jim. "I hear you," Blair kept saying. "Hey, everyone has to make their own rules for life, you know?"
Grabbing a pad of paper, Blair scrawled across it in purple ink. "This may take a while. Don't wait for me. I'll grab sandwich." At least, that's what Jim thought he wrote.
Jim looked around for the Center's director. The man was MIA, so Jim cornered the first person who looked older than thirty. "Where's the university security?" he demanded. The station had gotten calls about a Christian fundamentalist group threatening to blow up the center for its godless views, so Jim was not amused at being able to just walk in the front door.
The woman's gaze flicked nervously toward Blair. "Um, Professor Sandburg sent them away. He said we have to have an open door policy and guards at the door didn't achieve that."
Jim narrowed his eyes and glared at Blair across a sea of abandoned desks. Blair caught his gaze and slowly pinked. Yeah, the little shit got caught being a little shit. To hell with the fundamentalists, Jim was going to kill him before they had a chance to.
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Date: 2012-01-08 05:58 am (UTC)I have seen plenty of fics where Jack O'Neill turned out to be a Sentinel, and only one where Blair and Jim intersect with Sg-1, and it turned out that Daniel was the Sentinel, and Jack his guide. Snorts softly, of course it was unfinished so if you want to play with that concept, grins.
Of course I love the fic where Dom meets Xander in prison, and learned about the Supernatural. But though that provided the impetuous for Brian/Dom, I always wondered what a later meeting with Xander and the gang would look like, grins. Pick whatever pleases you.
P.S. I wish you wrote Supernatural, I would love a Sam Winchester gets mixed up in Blair Sandburg's business, and vice versa.
-slvrbld747
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Date: 2012-01-08 09:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 02:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 02:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-01-08 02:37 pm (UTC)I really liked Short Time. I so loved the interaction between Xander and Dom. Maybe one day, wenn you have time and muse we will get the rest of this story.