[Day 10]

Apr. 10th, 2011 04:32 pm
lovely_ambition: (like gods: by likefluffy)
"So, what you're saying is that lost in the jungle is some kind of waterfall..." Steve attempts this for the third time and abandons all hope when he stares at Kono and Danny and tries to reconcile Danny with the tiny blonde woman standing in front of him. "And because it was cold water..."

"Boss, just, accept that cold water did this to Danny and let's get back to the job."

Because like Chin said, 'the good guys know the bad guys' and if Danny looks like this, then they can pull the vice-job that HPD and Five-O has had to keep pushing away since all of their people had been identified. It's the only reason, supposedly, that Danny didn't just take a dive into the warm-waterfall-pool right next to the cold one and Steve isn't going to think about this logically anymore.

"Next time, when the suspect goes running off a cliff..."

"Yeah, I got it, don't follow him," Danny replies idly, waving a hand. He looks too small to take seriously and Steve has been keeping his fair distance. It's to the point that everyone starts to notice and halfway through their tactics meeting about the op, Danny calls him on it.

"I'm gonna get dinner," Chin says, pulling Kono with him to get out of the way.

Danny folds his arms over his chest, upper lip curling towards his nose in disgust. "Do I look contagious or something? Do I disgust you, McGarrett? Cuz you won't even look at me and I know you like these parts cuz you like them just fine on Catherine. So what's the deal, here?"

It's hard to explain and Steve's not a master of words at the best of times. He owes Danny an attempt, though. He tears his gaze away from the wall and manages to look as level as possible into Danny's gaze.

"You're just not you," is what he has to say. "And I don't like it."

Danny blushes a color of pink that Steve isn't sure is deserved, but he isn't about to complain. It's better than being called a 'schmuck' and smacked in the arm, after all. "C'mon, you goof, let's pull this job and I'll go back to being the me you like. Deal?"

lovely_ambition: (sam/josh: by sarken)
They've been in worse situations than this. As McCoy's handler (or his partner, now that McCoy is more than just an asset), they've seen rougher times, but with six guns in their direction and McCoy sweating bullets, Jim is starting to get the feeling he should have packed more heat.

"Bones," Jim gets out through his gritted teeth. "Anytime you wanna flash, now."

"It's not like pulling up a memory," Bones snaps back, his voice wavering anxiously. "The Intersect doesn't just take commands." He keeps searching through his synapses for something to fire and Jim's grip on the knife in his hands tightens. If something doesn't happen soon, then he's in deep shit.

Jim has always trusted McCoy.

Ever since the first time they met, through Bones' obvious falling for Jim, through to this moment in which Jim is starting to suspect that the feelings aren't so one-sided, there's always been trust.

"We're not going to die," Jim promises. "Trust me, Bones. You can do it. For me."

Something he's said does the trick because Bones goes from the nervous-sweaty-guy to the one that's kicking everyone's asses and Jim only needs to take down two of the six would-be-assassins before they're all dropped to the ground.

"See?" Jim says brightly, even though his heart is still pounding. "Nothing to worry about."

Which is pointless to say to a man like McCoy, where worrying comes like second nature.
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Danny was well aware that finding out the news that he did should render him shocked, speechless, and unable to deal. The full moon out in the sky, he could have ignored the fact that come dawn, Steve tumbled into headquarters with leaves in his hair, his clothes ripped, and dirt smeared all over his body.

He could have ignored all of it, if Steve hadn't sleepily stalked across the office and wordlessly sniffed Danny from shoulder to ear, letting out a sated growl when he was through.

"Language?" Danny suggested mildly.

Steve looked primal, there was no better word for it. He had a keen look in his eye and grabbed hold of Danny's wrists, sniffing at the radial pulse and letting out a pleased whimper when he apparently found something he liked.

So when you put it together, Danny came to the conclusion that either the full moon turned Steve into an absolute freak or his partner was a werewolf.

Danny would probably be more shocked, but really, at least this explained the territorial bullshit. Without it, Steve was actually stranger for it. "Okay," Danny exhaled, watching as Steve rounded the office, sniffing out every corner. "We'll talk about this later. In detail," he said, processing how very not-shocked he was.
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"You're a fucking idiot," Danny says, peering over the edge of the ceiling tiles as Steve dangled in his harness above the Star of Africa. They'd flown all the way to London for this and Chin has been on fire getting the security cameras disabled while Kono keeps the guards away and now Steve is tangled up in his goddamn harness. "What the hell use am I as a fixer if my inside man is a goddamn wreck in the harness."

"The SEALS didn't train for this, Danny," he spits out, his jaw tensed tightly together like he'll restart the lasers if he speaks too loud. "Fuck," he adds, flailing and shifting, hitting the ground hard as Danny hurries to collect the rope.

"Steve, you gotta hurry, you're almost out of time," Danny warns, but it's no use. It's too late.

The lasers come back on with Steve caught in the middle, still halfway to getting them shut off manually. At least the cameras are off.

"I'll get Chin, I'll call him and tell him to..."

"No, don't," Steve replies, his voice strangely calm and controlled. "I'm having a thought."

Steve having a thought is a terrifying thing. It's downright scary.

Danny isn't even surprised when Steve starts to get bendy and twisty and starts pulling gymnasts' moves out of his ass like never before. He twists and bends and Danny goes a little dry-mouthed at the sight of Steve's ass as the implications of what Steve would be like in bed.

"Just, hurry up," Danny croaks, trying to keep some kind of control here.

Useless. He's useless around his inside man. Absolutely useless.
lovely_ambition: (like gods: by likefluffy)
The mechanics of their relationship is not something he puts much thought to. Not in the beginning. He avoids the nuts and bolts, so to speak. It's too easy to get caught up in the realization that she really is joints and hinges and ball-bearings made by coltane to create a perfect killing machine that was originally designed to stop him.

He'd thrown a wrench in those plans by existing and with the skills at his fingertips.

Now she's here. She. She, like there's a sex to assign to the strange creature that's wandered into their lives to save him from death. That he sent to protect himself from death. He tries not to think too much about that, not since the first time he tried to put logic to Kyle Reese being his father and how that came to pass.

He stares at her too often. He knows that. His eyes linger over her and he can see his mother watching him warily. He can see the thinly-veiled disgust on Derek's face.

He doesn't care, though.

In the future, he figures out how to turn something terrible into a force to be reckoned with, into something to protect him and fight for him. He's turned her from a monster into a guardian angel. She's beautiful. Allison Young, Cameron, no matter what or who she is, she's beautiful, right down to the nuts and bolts of it.
lovely_ambition: (like gods: by likefluffy)
"And lo, the light from thine eyes...!"

Cats are howling. The neighbors have turned all their lights on and have started to shout into the streets to try and quiet the noise disturbance, but it's no use. Jim consults his crumpled piece of paper one more time and casts his arm to the air, as though gesturing to the gods.

"...and thine surgeon's hand is strong and true...!"

The dogs are starting to bark as well and Jim winces, wondering how long it'll be before someone calls a noise complaint and the police show up. He can't imagine Pike will be too pleased to discover that Jim has been put away on a 'disturbance via poetry' complaint.

"...and Bones, fuck, but your ass is amazing!"

That seems to get Bones' attention. He flips on the bedroom light, drags his window open, and leans out on his forearms. "You're not exactly Wordsworth, Jim," he drawls. "My ass is amazing doesn't exactly fit the whole Shakespearean vibe."

"I was going for beauty in truth. Truth beauty, Bones," Jim says, very seriously.

"Get up here before glass starts breaking at your voice," Bones says tiredly.

Jim smirks, counting this as a success. And on the plus side, too, Bones isn't ever going to complain that Jim never does anything romantic for him.
lovely_ambition: (happy seals are good ones: by nuv0le_rap)
Steve isn't sure why everyone looks so surprised.

With Grace at thirteen and Rachel out of town, there are questions that she's brought with her to the office. Danny lets her sit in and learn about protocol ("This," Danny insists, "is the best way for her to understand what kind of scumbags exist.") and she asks the team for advice. She's learnt about simple car mechanics from Chin, surfing from Kono, and today is Steve's turn.

"Could everyone stop looking at me like that," Steve says, his left eye twitching slightly. "It's really unnerving."

"And he has a sharp pencil close to his eye," Grace adds with worry.

"Pardon your team for wondering why you're so talented at eyeliner application that you can teach my teenaged daughter about it," Danny says incredulously. "But go on, Superfabulous. You keep on showing us how it's done."

Steve really wishes they'd lay off.

For one, it's just an application of fine motor skills.

...and for another, it's not like they were ever that specific about how to apply camo paint in the jungle. Steve had been top of his class and had excelled in exceeding. This was just another step.

"Don't worry, Steve," Danny says later with a sympathetic smile and a proffered beer in hand. "We still think you're the manliest SEAL at the ball. You just have the best makeup, too."
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
"So in light of some of the recent frightening statistics I've been seeing, we're all here today to talk about protection," McCoy says, his voice broadcasting to every level of the ship. "We're all adults and now that we're three months into this mission, there's no goddamn excuse for some of the cases I've been seeing. I mean, c'mon. Someone brought back an STD that's supposed to have been extinct."

Several sheepish looks pass around the room, but no one looks particularly proud.

"And if I have to hear about one more plea for something to help the itching, I just may well decide the Oath doesn't cover certain parts of the body. I'm not saying you can't have sex. Hell, I'm sure I'd be voted off as CMO if I did, but all I'm asking, all I'm begging is that you take measures to protect yourselves."

A lone hand lifts in the crowd.

"...oh good, we're doing Q and A, now," McCoy mutters. "Yeah?"

"But what if it's been a really, really long time and you don't have anything with you?" one of the ensigns asks.

McCoy catches Jim's eye (who is sitting in the front row) and watches the Captain press his face into his hand.

"I think the Captain'll answer that for you later," McCoy responds, feeling just a bit sorry for the kid. But then, when you're stupid enough to think that, you're not exactly the kind of person needed (or wanted) in a crisis. "Drop by the Clinic if anyone wants supplies or demonstrations. I got all day if we're gonna prevent an epidemic."
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)

Positano is rife with possibilities for complaint -- even if McCoy really could find fit to seek out (and usually successfully) fault in anything. Hell, Jim thinks he could even manage to find something wrong in the garden of Eden before the sin came down. McCoy could have complained about the drive down the terrifying Amalfi coast that Jim suspects Bones had been comatose during, judging by the lack of noise he made). He could have complained about the presence of jellyfish lurking in the waters or even the deafening fireworks the locals set off at dusk.

But, no. The issue of the day turns out to be sunscreen.

"Bones, seriously, I'm just playing volleyball, I'm not walking on any suns here," Jim complains as he stands firmly still so Bones can smother suntan lotion all over his face. "It's beach volleyball. Getting a tan is practically expected!"

"It's possible melanoma," is Bones' immediate response -- the man has an answer for everything. "Besides, once you and the boys start sweating, god knows your brain's only going to be fixated on aesthetics and hardly on the medical."

And, well, man's got a mild point because Jim has seen the caliber of the men he's playing with. They tend to overrule all other thoughts, including how to protect against unsexy things like melanomas.

Bones should have been finished lathering him up ages ago, but his broads palms skim over Jim's bare chest with such constancy that Jim starts to wonder if this is really all about a potential life-threatening disease or whether Bones is maybe worrying about other things he's not coming clean with.

"Bones, it's one game of volleyball," Jim insists. "We can go explore the streets after and I won't even wink at a single local."

That seems to do it. Bones pulls his hands away, looking at Jim warily. "Are you sure?"

Jim smirks, tapping his sunscreen coated fingers over Bones' nose, rubbing it in. "Why do I need to ogle other guys when I've got you, right?"
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As I have some ideas, some days are already planned. Feel free to leave prompts, though!

lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
She’s several feet taller than she used to be and yet when she reaches out to grab her hair like he’s still in wolf-form, he can’t help the whimpered yowl that escapes him before he cranes his neck back to glare at her. It still takes him slightly by surprise to see her as she is, a vast array of skin and eyes that bear into him and fiery-red hair that is so easy to card his fingers through.

“Stop it,” Link demands when she tugs again.

She giggles, that condescending and infuriating little sound of hers. And then instead of tugging again, she clasps on lightly and leans in to kiss him softly, with such familiarity that sometimes he forgets how much time they spent together.

“You may not be my pup anymore,” she murmurs against his ear, her voice low and sultry in a way that he’s still not used to, “but I can still tell you what to do and get away with it.”

And it’s a shame that Link knows she’s got that dead right.
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The cold and dingy streets of Haguenau were beginning to blur together and take on a lifeless aura that had Winters beginning to wonder if Nix’s Vat 69 was a way to add color to an otherwise dreary existence. They were meeting for strategy, but as with all their meetings, it was always a little bit of strategy and a lot of just sitting around discussing their days and the men while Nixon drank and Winters watched him.

“You will not believe what I just came from seeing,” Nixon was espousing with a disbelieving scoff. “I thought everyone was out of the barracks for drills.”

Winters glanced up from pouring Nixon his glass of alcohol. “…and?”

“The Doc was in there tending to Babe.”

“That sounds fairly normal,” Winters admitted.

“Trust me, the tending that the Doc was doing definitely wasn’t medicinal.”

Ah. And there it was. Winters raised a brow and offered the glass outward as he mentally catalogued past interactions that he had been witness to – brushed touches, abnormally long looks, an inseparability. It could just be incredible friendship. Or it could be something else. He’d have to keep an eye out for anything out of the usual, but for the moment, he was more concerned with this brief spate of personal time he could have with Nix.

“Well, boys will be boys,” was Winters’ calm response.

“Yeah,” Nixon agreed with a laugh. “And men will be men.”
lovely_ambition: (sam/josh: by sarken)
All men must come to their hour of death. For some men, they come to this stroke of the clock more than once in their life. Jack Sparrow pries one eye open to take a peek and looks straight up into the almost-angelic and far-too-pleased face of Commodore Norrington, out of his constant uniform.

“Oh, bugger it all, I’m in hell, aren’t I?” Jack complains sharply.

“They haven’t really given me a name for this place,” Norrington admits, extending a hand out to Jack. “Come on, then. I’m supposed to take you around.”

And that, that right there, is a bloody laughing fit. Jack raises a brow and listens to the echoing sound of silence all about them. The charms in his hair still jangle, his sword still makes a clanking noise as he moves, and the fabric of well-worn clothes shuffles along with him. Norrington is all in white and looks rather serene.

“…oh no. No, no, no…”

“Yes, Captain Sparrow,” Norrington announces with great delight and smug pride. “I’m to be your angel.” His hand is still extended out and Jack takes it and holds hard. “You won’t be seeing the back of me anytime soon.”

Which, Jack supposes, is a shame. Of all things, the Commodore had always possessed a lovely arse.
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
Sometimes, she can’t exactly believe that she has given in to this man. God help her, she’s not sure how she’s managed ten years of it. Of course there had to come a time when they weren’t partners anymore, but she never expected to bring her work home to him. It’s not that she minds it. Martha grows on you and Alexis is incredible, but it’s just…sometimes she wants to throttle herself.

He slides into the chair opposite her, giving a low whistle. “Well, well, look at that, you have legs! I was starting to think you were going to hide them in formless pants forever.”

“Hello, Rick, good to see you too,” she deadpans. “Happy anniversary, you look wonderful.”

His smirk turns into a genuine smile and he leans over the table to press a kiss to her cheek. “You do look amazing,” he says. “Alexis sends her regards. She says that you’re clearly still under my thrall, but that she’s glad you are. She’s doing well,” Rick promises, folding his napkin in his lap, glancing between her and the napkin and giving her the opportunity to look him over.

She reaches over the table, fingertips rifling the grey hair around his temple before she settles back in her seat, tapping the menu. “Well, I wouldn’t want to break her heart by breaking up with you.”

“No. And there is the fact that we’ve been together for six years,” Rick adds chipperly.

“And sometimes, I have no idea why,” Kate notes with a shake of her head.
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
The day that life and death convene to open a new door all-together to Daisy Adair comes later than she might have liked. She’s forgotten what it’s like to be a human, she’s almost forgotten how to relate to mortals. It’s all endless to her. She goes on, she feels no pain, she exists to take souls (like a monster from under the bed).

And then one day, the lights are for her.

She stares into the brightness and the misshapen shapes that are supposed to coalesce to form something, anything…but nothing comes. They simply swirl and beam and blind her intensely, as if she isn’t due an explanation.

“Is this it?” she asks against the howling winds, covering her eyes against the pureness of the white.

She isn’t given an answer. It figures that after all this time, there’s no answer for why anything. It just is.

So Daisy Adair puts on a brave face and not knowing what the world after holds for her, she steps forward into the light and for a moment that she fears is only fleeting, she feels surrounded and embraced with a powerful, overwhelming sense of love.

It’s all it takes to make her feel like she’s home.
lovely_ambition: (hawk: by lime_green_luv)
Hours Later

The bedsheets are completely a wreck and Sean is sore in places that he hasn’t felt as sore in a long, long time. He winces as he pries off the comforter and sits up for long enough to realize that he doesn’t have a clue in hell why he’s sitting up, collapsing back down on the bed, arm smacking a naked torso.

“Hey, watch it,” Ash warns, still looking younger than necessarily healthy. As much as Sean is enjoying this brief little foray into the mad and macabre, he has to admit that he’ll be glad when they find a cure.

Sean groans and pushes at sore thigh muscles with the palm of his hand. “You broke me,” he accuses.

“We could have just kept on playing cards, you know, no one said that we had to screw like bunnies on atomic meth,” Ash drawls, that mouth of his making that strange turn of phrase particularly sinful. Sean just groans again and buries his head in a pillow, not sure if he wants to be so turned on already.

Instead of saying a word, he turns and traps Ash with arms around his waist. “Can we talk about anything else? Something remotely not-sexy.”

“Mickey in a nun’s habit. Emma putting on a sexy show for you. Albert putting on a sexy show…”

“Yeah! Yeah, all right, I get the point,” Sean cuts him off. “I get it, I’ll go back to shutting you up.”

Which, judging by the mischievous smirk on Ash’s face is what was intended all along.
lovely_ambition: (THE doctor: by ?)
Addison Montgomery is not sure that she likes being fifty. Sure, there’s respect, and yes, it’s nice to not have to worry about working now that she’s retired. She still has grey hairs, gravity is starting to weigh down on her, and every morning proves to give her a new wrinkle.

At least, though, a former pain in her ass has become a shining beacon of light. “Doctor Alex Karev,” she notes with great pleasure, leaning against the door to his office. “Head of Pediatrics.” She wanders inside, heels clicking against the wood floors as she looks him up and down. “You’re not the boy I remember.”

“I’ve learned some lessons in my time,” Karev admits and invites her to sit down. “One failed marriage and a couple bad relationships kinda put me into an obsessive career path. And, hey, guess it worked out, huh.”

She can’t help but smile, shaking her head in disbelief. “I told you that you have a talent for it,” she praises.

“How’s your kid?”

“She’s good, she’s good,” Addison assures him, distracted. “I came to visit you, though. Let’s talk about you.”

Karev is busy closing the door behind him, though, and there’s a glint in his eye that Addison hasn’t seen since one of her visits years ago. She watches him with eyes that have crows’ feet all about them, smiling slowly as she figures out his intent. “I really didn’t think about talking,” he says bluntly. “We do that every week in our calls, but I never get to see you because you insist on living in LA,” he accuses.

“Karev, you always did have a mouth on you,” Addison breathes out. “Now, come on, Head of Pediatrics, I know I’m not your specialty, but I need a little doctoring.”

“It’ll be my pleasure.”
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
She’s a pistol and a wild-care, but Christopher Pike isn’t the best talent scout and coach for pairs skating in the United States for nothing. He’s got an eye for them and after recruiting Jim Kirk right from his proud parents, he needs to find him a partner. Nyota Uhura doesn’t work – she’s perfect and he’s raw. Christine Chapel can’t keep up with him. They go through four other women and Jim has no partner.

At least, not until now. Technically, Leah McCoy placed eighth at worlds, which means that she’s not the best, but she’s got a stubborn drive and is willing to go outside the standard drawn lines in order to perform well.

He watches her finish her triple axle and applauds as he heads down the stairs.

“Dad told me you were coming to watch me,” she calls up to him, drying down her neck with the towel she’s skated over to fetch. “Mom says you want something. What is it?”

“Just to give you a shot at Olympic gold,” Pike admits, taking the last step heavily as he leans forward and gives her a slight grin. “You in?”

“Is that a dare?”

“Come meet your new partner and find out.”

Which, really, turns into a story of its own as Pike finds out later. He just hadn’t expected this partner of Jim’s to last the shortest of all, Jim to get slapped, or to find out that apparently, they have a history.

“For once, kid,” Pike sighs, casting one minor lascivious glance at Jim’s ass in his too-tight jeans. “Can’t you just be normal?”

“Then I wouldn’t be me. And you adore me.”

“Don’t get off on it.”
lovely_ambition: (kirk/mccoy: by _kissmygrass)
They’re well met, here, in this place where the years have fallen away. Neither of them are the same person. Merlin has watched a kingdom rise and Morgana has been soothed by whispered lies of Morgause until her heart was struck of sympathy and she only thought of revenge against Uther.

Merlin would never say that they’re old, but he doesn’t feel so young any longer. He rests his weight on his staff and studies her across the short distance.

“I came to tell you that Gaius is dead,” Merlin announced. “And that I want to put aside our differences. Uther is gone, Morgana. The kingdom knows of our magic. We can be honest with the world.”

She had become regal in her time away, somehow being away from the palace had managed to make her even more queenly in stature, though Guinevere possesses her crown. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she offered. “I know how much he meant to you.”

“Thank you,” Merlin accepted with a bow of his head. “I also came to tell you that I miss you and I made a grave mistake in not telling you the truth. What happened was a necessary evil, but I never meant you any harm. Morgause…”

“I’m a grown woman, Merlin, I can make my own judgments,” Morgana said sharply. “And in this case…perhaps I’ve reflected on what happened. Stay…Stay a while with me. I know that you feel excluded at the palace what with Arthur’s new marriage taking up his time and I have all the time in the world.”

Morgause no longer abided the halls, no longer tainted anyone’s heart. And, Merlin reflected, it would be good to stay away for a time, to simply be with someone of like-mind.

He missed Gaius so much some days, these the worst.

“I’ll stay, if you promise to come visit,” Merlin bartered.

“We’ll see.”
lovely_ambition: (sam/josh: by sarken)
"I cannot believe this."

Sam is standing over the seal and watching Josh Lyman roam the office, staring at everything as if it isn't actually real and it's just a deceptive front that's going to evaporate at any moment in time. He fiddles with his glasses and manages to take three telephone calls in the time that Josh spends ogling (one to treasury, one to the Hill, and one to Ainsley to tell her that the kids need to finish their project and their topic of choice is not going to be the ERA). He hangs up and peers at Josh, awaiting response.

"You know," Sam notes wryly, "I'm fairly sure there was some media coverage about this."

"What, you being elected President? Yeah, I think some podunk station picked it up," Josh jokes and that smile of his slowly builds on his face. "President Seaborn. I'll be honest, though, Sam. I'm less impressed by your accomplishment in earning this office as I am in you both marrying Ainsley and getting her to take your name. You drugged her, didn't you?"

"I appealed to her better nature."

"The one where she's First Lady and gets to push her agenda in the courts?"

"That's the one," Sam swiftly agrees.

And just like that, though they've spent years apart, it immediately feels like no time at all has passed and they're just two young kids all over again.


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