After the Fischer inception, Eames goes back to work as an extractor, and Arthur joins his team. Due to circumstances involving a guy who may or may not be from Greenland, pop astrology, someone's broken limb, hormones, and convenience, they end up learning that love is what starts down below (and makes its way up your spine).

During eight hours in the warehouse on an ill-advised bet, Arthur discovers that Eames is a man with no scruples.

Eames can't help it. He's never seen Arthur die before.

Eames navigates the preconscious world straight into Arthur's pants.

Arthur and Eames suck at phone sex.

A blur of green in amongst the ruin and the arrow is in his hand, the string drawn to his cheek.

Clint has every intention of taking care of Loki just as Loki took care of him. Karma’s a bitch, and all that.

The hell was that it had still been him the whole time. It hadn't been Stockholm, he'd been trained for that; and it hadn't been some kind of magic that turned you into a zombie. Everything he had, everything he was, he'd given to Loki. He'd been happy to do it. Funny how little free will seemed to matter, when you got down to it.

 "Arthur's learned this lesson before."

Arthur is working for Saito at Fischer-Morrow. Robert notices.

When Brad's ex-wife dies and Brad and Nate find themselves in charge of Brad's three sons, things get complicated.

"Ah," Yusuf says, lifting a reproving hand, "are we calling less than 24 hours of memory loss amnesia now?"

Could you take my picture? ('Cause I won't remember)

In the months after the inception job, Ariadne slips from one life to another.

It's normal for a young woman almost out of college to seem a little different when she visits her family, right?

In which there either is or isn't a cellist.

Ariadne works out something's going on between her two colleagues. She just can't work out what, exactly.

Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, and a lot of memories in the aftermath. Post-movie.

Everybody lies, everybody fronts.

Erik returns to the mansion to find that the students don't exactly trust him, and they'll do whatever it takes to keep him and Charles apart even if it means more learning. Charles is simply pleased the students are so keen on their studies.

He grew up reading about heroes, and when he was old enough to enlist he showed up to the recruiting office and signed on the dotted line, at least half because he needed to convince himself that there were still people in the world who fit into that category.

He never considered becoming one of them.

She remembers the secrets that have kept her alive all these years.

Every office has a 'cute guy from Marketing with a great ass' that everyone wants to sleep with. Among the junior agents at SHIELD, that person is Phil Coulson. Clint would find it hilarious, but he just wants people to stop throwing themselves at his boyfriend.

It's around when Ray wants to hold Walt's hand like a goddamn teenage girl with stars in her eyes and wet panties that he starts to worry.

"We're not going to talk about this."

Ray doesn't tell his mother, because his mother has had enough disappointment in her life, he's been enough disappointment in her life, and he doesn't want her turning this into another thing he's fucked up. He doesn't think he has, this time.

Eames doesn’t know what he thought worst-case scenario was, but it was never this.

Arthur isn't used to making mistakes.

"Is it possible for someone else's memories to get in your head?" Ariadne asks.

Harvey broke so many rules bringing Mike in as his associate and even more starting a personal relationship with him and after months of living and loving in secret Mike couldn’t take the secrecy anymore, felt like his whole life was a lie, and something had to give and in the end it was them that they let go of. It is their blessing and their curse. This job brought them together but it's also what tore them apart.

Making friends from enemies, and bridges for the in-betweens.

Dreamshare is an addiction with some nasty side-effects. Eames and Arthur have a working solution, but when Cobb brings Ariadne into the team, they start to realise that not everyone has a safety-net.

Epistolary fic. Eames wants a job. Arthur mostly wants Eames to shut up.

It’s the fucking DADT thing, everyone gets a bee in their bonnet about it, or whatever the fuck. Not that it isn’t a relief in some ways, but from the first rude e-mail card he gets from Ray (he outdoes himself with the timing, too, couldn’t be more than thirty seconds after the news, probably tripped over his shoelaces to get to his computer), Brad knows it’s going to be trouble.

And it's there, thinking about plants and oxygen and growth and death, that Zoe finally realizes the thing that grief had kept her from noticing. The huge thing. The hugest thing that ever she and Wash had disagreed on, suddenly shouting for attention.

Brad's sister is the one to call and tell him. Of all the people.

The first time Erik asks Charles to marry him, New York has just legalized gay marriage and Erik has just issued a long list of demands to the newly elected president. The list of demands does not include the legalizing of gay marriage, unfortunately, but Erik's an old man, and he can't be expected to fight every battle.

Charles lectures him for over ten minutes about the "terrorism" then goes, "Did you just ask me to marry you?"

They caught up to him on the outskirts of a small and rainy town in the northwest of what Jane called America.

"I'm having a hard time believing you flew all the way from England for a holiday you don't celebrate."

If there's one thing Ray is not, it's subtle. Ray is not subtle. He's not stealthy, either, and that's probably why he fails so badly at breaking into Brad's house.

Nate’s in a circle of women, and Brad scans their faces, surprised to recognize them all. He saves Nate for last, so busy savoring each second of taking him in that it takes embarrassingly long to see the little girl he’s holding. “That’s a baby.”

"It's just sick, that's what it is."

"What's sick, Trombley?" Not that Brad really wants to know, or even cares. Trombley's idea of sick and other people's, well, they don't always match.

"Our ex-CO."

Brad raises his eyebrows. "He's sick?"

"No. He's a fucking fudge-packing homo, that's what's sick."

It was just not fucking on to be having wet dreams about the LT when they were back, all safe and sound and resettled at Pendleton. That did not fucking compute.

Brad is in his hallway, leaning against the wall.

Brad is in England. Brad is in his hallway.

The day the McKays moved into Eureka Jack got approximately a dozen phone calls from Fargo, who was hiding under a desk in his office at Global Dynamics.

"Do you know when I last saw Rodney McKay?" Fargo whispered through the telephone line. "I last saw Rodney McKay when he was threatening to kill me using a protractor during a seminar he was leading in graduate school! This was before he started to lose his hair! Can you just imagine what a safety threat he is by now?"

Arthur and Eames are older, and they have never had sex in their own skin.

Nelan goes to see the Matchmaker.

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world.

Nate's trying very hard not to sound interested, though Brad can read the signs of his body. He can read Nate better than he can read himself, and he knows that this isn't a casual acquaintance. This isn't just someone Nate shared a class with. This is someone Nate's shared a bed with.

Brad's known Nate was going to leave them –- him -- since the first time Brad climbed out of the BRC practice pool at Oceanside, unzipped his wetsuit and saw his fresh-faced lieutenant standing off to the side, watching them all and smiling as though he had a secret that Brad would spend a war and a lifetime trying to find.

But the war is over, at least for Nate, and a lifetime is shorter than you'd think.

The slide from “the LT and the Iceman” towards “Nate and Brad” is slow. Their identities are blurred by a hundred different small interactions that mean very little on their own, outside of a larger context. One thing is clear; some of it was Ray’s fault. We are assured of this.

Erik's spent fifty years being a figurehead and he's ready to leave that behind. Luckily, so is Charles.

(aka Old Retired Dudes in Love)

Eames secretly hates working jobs with Ariadne, because they always end up working out of Paris, so that she can still attend classes, and Eames hates Paris. Hates it with a passion so bigoted and without foundation that he suspects he inherited it.

"People on the Internet are writing porn about us..."

Nate's half-tempted, sometimes, to call up Mike and ask if he’s created his and Brad’s easy vibe out of thin air and memory, because they’re stilted and full of awkward silence on the phone; post-series.

Dreaming, driving, dying; this is a story about how things don't change.

"Can we lock her up forever?" asks John, dead serious.

"That's what I was thinking," agrees Rodney fervently.

John has to work hard to stay awake so he can enjoy the whole thing: Rodney's blunt-nailed fingertips skating across John's skin, the gentle sweet tickle of it, soothing and comforting and a whole lot of things John had thought he was past desiring after about age ten.

"Didn't we all read this one in the 70s? It's earthy and all the cartoon people are fat." Coda fic for How Not to Fly, set not long after the end of that story.

Death and life, hope and hopelessness, aren't just for the Pegasus galaxy. Eventually, inevitably, it's going to happen on Earth. John and Rodney, loss and family and what it means to be home.

Months after the Cuban Missile Crisis, Hank starts to realise how deeply Erik’s departure has affected the professor, and what it implies about their leader.

Four years after the events of X-Men: First Class, Charles Xavier finds his X-Men on the losing side of their continuing battle with Erik’s Brotherhood. Azazel and Mystique have a child in secret and, unwilling to raise Kurt in the midst of Erik's war, they give him up to Charles to raise at his school for the gifted. He agrees to do so, on the condition that they visit their son regularly. This leads to tenuous contact between the Brotherhood and the X-Men outside of the battlefield for the first time in years, and both Xavier and Magneto realize that the lines dividing them are not as clear-cut as they previously thought.

The world has been irrevocably changed, swept clean by war and disease. Charles and Erik meet on the abandoned island of Genosha to discuss twin futures: theirs and mutantkind's. Not all paths lead to salvation, but everyone deserves a second chance.

“Just once,” Eames says, “I wish you’d let me come round when I’m not in mortal peril.”

Eames doesn't deal in fractions.

"That," he says, "is how you know it was close." - Sebastian Junger, War

Arthur knows exactly where they are, even with the snow landing fast and thick around them. He knows the woods they’re in better than anyone in the kingdom, recognises every laden bough as he would a brother, and all Merlin’s talk about being lost is just wasted air. Arthur could never be lost in Camelot, not on these lands he’s ranged over since boyhood, this soil he’s fought and lost and bled for.

“...where we’re going, Arthur,” Merlin is saying, and Arthur turns to him with a sigh, because apparently ignoring Merlin isn’t going to make him stop talking. “We’ve passed that stump four times now.”

Arthur and Eames sabotage each other's jobs-- until they can't anymore. Or: How Arthur and Eames Learned to Stop Worrying and Make Their Own Form of Social Capital.

Many of these pieces lack provenience, as they were recovered after the Great Fire destroyed the Kuei Royal Collection at Ba Sing Se University.

The Avatar Collection is not available to the public. Scholarly inquiries should be directed to the Chief Archivist.

Dreamshare goes legal, Arthur goes corporate, Eames goes and (against his better judgement) falls in love.

Rambaldi's promises of immortality mean nothing to vampires ... but Josef's always had a penchant for collecting shiny things.

After the November election, Sen. Veronica Mars (I-CA) returns home and runs into Mr. and Mrs. Echolls.

Day 214 on the campaign trail of Steve Rogers for President. Twenty-sixteen's turning out to be a hell of a year.

John can't write up the case until he finds out why. He needs to write their story true. [Post The Reichenbach Fall, major spoilers.]

In which Santana Lopez learns the hard way that a life can never be ruined, only lived, and lived, and lived.

"Hold on," Mike asked, "you made Donna come into work in the middle of a blizzard?"

"I don't make Donna do anything. Haven't you learned by now?" Harvey gave Mike a mean little smile, but under that was relief for anyone to see. "You, I can make come into the office in a blizzard."

Five years. Five times they don't fuck, just fuck with each other. No times they don't.

In which Harvey is remembering. And it's the worst fucking thing he could possibly do.

“We shared a flight, months ago.” He sips his drink as hers arrives. He allows her the prop to hide behind. “Sydney to L.A.” His smile is much more fluid than hers.

Her eyelids flutter and she pretends to think about it. “I was in Australia earlier this year.” She shrugs. “You could be right. Weird coincidence.” She sips her drink. “Too bad I didn’t notice you then.”

She almost hits the right note. Almost.

“I promised your sister I would look after you, and that’s what I’m doing. Don’t forget, Charles, that you made this bed for yourself. Don’t blame me if you have to lie in it, too.”

Canon AU -- Merlin's death is only the beginning; with no-one to protect the kingdom, Camelot falls to an enemy sorcerer and Arthur is forced to serve in the court that he once ruled. When an escape attempt goes horribly wrong, Arthur is rescued by someone he never expected to see again -- and it's their destiny to put things right.