flourishing in subterfuge

Title: (I Hope That You See) Right Through My Walls

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: Set post GOTG2. Unbeta’ed. Fills my hiding injury or illness in hc_bingo. Title taken from a Christina Perri song.

Summary: Peter’s fine, and everyone is hovering around, waiting for him to shatter into a thousand little pieces. He can’t talk them out of it, so he tries to keep life going as normal to prove them wrong. For a month or so, he does pretty well. But then, what does he go and do? He shatters into a thousand little pieces. Because of course he did.

( So, apparently, everyone thinks that Peter’s going to be pretty messed up. )

Title: That’ll Be The Day That I Die


Disclaimer: I own nothing.


A/N: This fills my job related trauma square for hc_bingo. It’s unbeta’ed and I wrote it after S2 with general spoilers. It’s speculative, not that I think any of this will actually come to pass. Eve/Flynn and Cassandra/Jake.


Warnings: Character death. A lot of it.


Summary: Call it magic; call it fate; call it irony. But it is life now -- it is your life -- if you want it.


( Most people, when given a terminal diagnosis, go through various stages of grief. )

Title: A Drop in the Bucket

Disclaimer: I do not own Chaos.

A/N: Written for and beta’ed by sockie1000. Same old, same old. You all know me by now :)

Summary: They hold true because they always have, not because they always will.

( When the last gunshot goes off, Rick feels the blast as though it’s tearing through him. )

Title: Lines in the Sand

Disclaimer: I do not own Chaos.

A/N: Beta by sockie1000. Honestly I wrote this a long time ago, and I can’t remember why. It’s probably because of lena7142.

Summary: Rick knew how it was supposed to go. He joined the CIA to be a hero; he wanted to serve his country, to do the right thing. Serving was a choice, but the mission never was. The right thing wasn’t black and white, and the fact was, there were no heroes in the CIA. There were just people who did what needed to be done.

( Rick knew how this was supposed to go. )

Title: Playing the Odds

Disclaimer: I do not own White Collar.

A/N: Random whump, set vaguely in earlier seasons. Beta by lena7142. Fills my laceration prompt for hc_bingo.

Summary: At least it’s not a gun.

( Neal has a thing about guns. )

Post split for LJ. See Part One

( The morning came with pale sunlight. )

Title: A Captain’s Job

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek in any iteration.

A/N: For sockie1000. I hope the holidays give you a chance to relax -- you certainly deserve it! Beta by lena7142.

Summary: Bones did his part. Now it’s time to do his.

( Jim stares, feeling the blood drain out of his face. )

Title: To the Bone

Disclaimer: I do not own Chaos.

A/N: For sophie_deangirl. May your recovery be better than Billy’s :) Beta by sockie1000.

Summary: If someone declares something to be impossible, Casey is likely to prove them wrong. Mostly because he can.

( Casey can do anything. )

Title: Pulling a Gilligan

Disclaimer: I do not own H50.

A/N: This isn’t really my favorite fic, but it fills my shipwrecked square for hc_bingo. Beta thanks to sockie1000. This is set in S1, probably the latter half.

Summary: Really, it’s gone pretty well -- minus the whole stranded on a deserted island bit.

( You know, I never even liked Gilligan’s Island. )

Notes in the Master Poster.

PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE

( Michael essentially has nothing. )