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Title: Legends (12/?)
Author: Merucha
Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: After the events of Bloodbath, Tim McGee accepts a offer from a total stranger
Author's Note: A few weeks ago I was watching some NCIS episodes and came across Bloodbath. I hated both Abby and Gibbs in it. I hated the humiliation of making Tim kneel all day for something that was someone else's fault. I fumed for days (I am a bit obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
Part one here; Part two here; Part three here; Part four is here; Part five is here; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here; Part nine is here; Part ten is here; Part eleven is here
“You guys really want to go in there?” The cop standing guard by the small house's back door pointed over his shoulder at the room. “It looks like a slaughterhouse.”
Tony patted the man's shoulder as he passed. “All part of the service.”
The door led directly into a small eat-in kitchen. Slaughterhouse was right, Tony thought as he saw the walls. And the drapes. And the furniture. And the shreds of bone and flesh that used to be a human being on the carpet.
“Jesus Christ. Gotta tell you, Probie, I always hoped aliens were more like E.T. and less like Predator.”
“Actually, the Toclafane are human.”
One look at the man standing in the corridor leading to the front of the house and Tony realized exactly how much he had been subconsciously underestimating Jack Harkness. The extroverted charmer was gone and in his place was the man that even Mossad would think twice before crossing. It was the eyes that gave him away; the blue, usually warm and full of emotion, was flat and cold as a silvered mirror.
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Author: Merucha
Characters: Tim McGee, Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones, Leroy Jethro Gibbs, plus the usual Torchwood and NCIS suspects
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work.
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: After the events of Bloodbath, Tim McGee accepts a offer from a total stranger
Author's Note: A few weeks ago I was watching some NCIS episodes and came across Bloodbath. I hated both Abby and Gibbs in it. I hated the humiliation of making Tim kneel all day for something that was someone else's fault. I fumed for days (I am a bit obssessive about things from time to time). Then, a few days ago, this popped up. As usual, AU like nobody's business.
Part one here; Part two here; Part three here; Part four is here; Part five is here; Part six is here; Part seven is here; Part eight is here; Part nine is here; Part ten is here; Part eleven is here
“You guys really want to go in there?” The cop standing guard by the small house's back door pointed over his shoulder at the room. “It looks like a slaughterhouse.”
Tony patted the man's shoulder as he passed. “All part of the service.”
The door led directly into a small eat-in kitchen. Slaughterhouse was right, Tony thought as he saw the walls. And the drapes. And the furniture. And the shreds of bone and flesh that used to be a human being on the carpet.
“Jesus Christ. Gotta tell you, Probie, I always hoped aliens were more like E.T. and less like Predator.”
“Actually, the Toclafane are human.”
One look at the man standing in the corridor leading to the front of the house and Tony realized exactly how much he had been subconsciously underestimating Jack Harkness. The extroverted charmer was gone and in his place was the man that even Mossad would think twice before crossing. It was the eyes that gave him away; the blue, usually warm and full of emotion, was flat and cold as a silvered mirror.
( Read more... )
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