Post-apocalyptic futurefic. The late summer sun is high over the base today, hot and intense. Kris tilts his face up and closes his eyes, pretending the hunters got fresh meat today, and that there are rain clouds on the horizon that'll sift cool, clear water down on all their sweaty heads. Everybody has their happy place these days, but Kris tries to make his attainable. There's no point in wishing the last five years never happened, because they did.

Signs and portents (Dean/Castiel) PG13 | ~2,730
Inspired and encouraged by the brilliant and persistent trinityofone. We were thinking back over several seasons of Sam and Dean being mistaken for boyfriends, and got to wondering what happens when Castiel comes into the picture.

It's the apocalypse, and this is the Book of Chuck.

Written for the Star Trek XI Kink Meme prompt found here: "Spock has been stuck alone on some alien planet that needs a Federation representative to be present for a long, stalled-out series of negotiations. I don't want any horrible trauma, just loneliness and frustration and culture-shock. The people on this planet are as far from Vulcan as possible -- everything is everyone's business, emotions are on display everywhere, everyone wants to hug everyone else all the time, etc. There is almost no vegetarian food suitable for a Vulcan diet. And Spock misses the Enterprise. Bonus points for him realizing that somehow the ship has become like a home/family for him, because I am a sucker for stuff like that." Also fulfills this prompt, at least a little bit.
So my brain apparently got tired of handporn and resorted instead to earporn. Enjoy, I guess. And I decided that Scotty was a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy fan, what with his belief in the importance of towels.

"What the hell is that, anyway? 'Truth, justice, and the American way'? I'll bet it just means he blows the President every night." A newly-elected President Luthor certainly hopes so...

Galactic!Emperor!Lex

"It was a perfect, spectacular plan. Joker had laughed himself almost sick when he first thought it up. Of course, not everyone involved shared his appreciation for its beauty. "

"This is not a big deal, Clark reminded himself firmly. Contractual agreement, remember? Just a formality."

One way Jack found out about Daniel and Mitchell, and one other way Mitchell found out about Daniel and Jack.

Gwen walks in on them again. Coda to Fragments. Absolutely beautiful and note-perfect.

“Robot,” Owen mutters under his breath, mentally willing Ianto to say something that will give him an excuse to attack him.

Ianto's first days at Torchwood: Jack watched him curiously for a moment, then lent against the door frame of the corridor he'd emerged from. "More refrigeration equipment?"

AU docufic - v good.

Daniel Will Say Anything: The bottom line? After sex, I have absolutely no control left.

Never A Quiet Day When You Need One

Northwest Passage: "Hey, Fraser, what are you doing?" "I'm zipping our sleeping bags together," Fraser explained. Like that was some perfectly normal thing to be doing.

Inanimate Objects: Five times House asked Wilson to marry him (and one time he didn’t): House, Wilson, five proposals (of sorts). Includes characters from season 4. Also guest starring Hector, Steve McQueen, Coma Guy and Donald Duck.

just coffee, thanks: "Actually I told him you were checking on the car." Wilson replied smoothly

The Te of John: "Do you remember the Total Perspective Vortex?"

Two Vicodin wrapped around a large gold brick: The Hitch-hiker's Guide To The Galaxy has this to say about the drinking games commonly played in the spaceports of Orion Beta...

Unto Jerusalem : A love song for John Sheppard, Lt. Col., USAF; a love song for Atlantis, city. Some knowledge is written bone-deep.

I Hear and I Forget: Shifting his hands weakly, John stares up at the forcefield lines that cross below the ceiling and wonders what the hell happened.

CRAWL TO HEAVEN ON GOLDEN STAIRS: Cameron Mitchell (open gaze and easy smile, and only Daniel can see the shadows at the back of those eyes) is lost.

The Role of a Lifetime: "They think we're a couple," he says.

Five somewhat fluffy scenes involving Matt, Mohinder, Molly, telepathy, and purely personal gain.

Tempered, a Clean Plate Club story: In which Rodney needs a new attitude and John may need new pants.

Geologist!Fraser in Hawai'i

"I really want to write a story where Ray's still in love with Stella," and everybody would hmm dubiously at me...when you've got one member of the couple genuinely in love with somebody else, you've gone beyond "romantic conflict" to "total roadblock."

Images: Ray, Fraser and a camera. This story originally appeared in the fanzine, Serge Protector. It is a sequel to a story, which also appeared in Serge Protector, His Only Vice by Meghan Black.

Learning Patience: "Ray, look carefully at the ice," began Fraser. "Can you see any fissures or cracks in it at all anything which would give you a handhold?" (death!fic)

A Thousand Words: Fraser had never been so grateful for a miscommunication in his life.

Schisms: While investigating a case with Ray, Fraser finds himself beset by disturbing dreams.

Unspoken: The subject doesn't even come up when Molly goes to college.

Love and Hate: For the first time in months, Ren had thought of Ray and Fraser, and hadn't felt even the slightest twinge of jealousy for what they had. (F/K, and Welsh/Turnbull)

Broadway Hotel: Fort Good Hope to Norman Wells in a plane the size of a Volkswagen. Norman Wells to Edmonton in a plane the size of a Buick. Edmonton to Chicago in a jet, and Ray still felt like he was packed in a box like groceries.

Shadow the Fact: A blackout, a bathroom, and a thunderstorm! This is a bit PWP, but 'tis the season, I guess.

Sojourn: You won't, he thinks, hoping that Matthew will not sense his fear.

Turning: There is no reason why I should keep dreaming about my mother dying in such a horrible fashion, but that doesn't change the fact that I've had this dream, off and on, for as long as I can remember. (counselling!fic)

Like A House On Fire: Zoltan Motherwell copycat kid

sometimes (I wish): Matt stops reading minds.

Flight Plan: After every fight, you need to be able to kiss and makeup. John and Rodney are no exception.

Stumbling Towards Something Real: House and Wilson on holiday in Mexico. (A flagrant excuse for smut, basically.)

Ray's expression didn't change. "I didn't know it was me. I knew it was something, didn't know it was me."

Okay, here we go: This guy walks into a bar ...

“Not in the least,” Ray finished and grinned at him. Then he looked deliberately back at the work site. “And it’s also not hard for me to say that if we don’t get moving, Dief’s going to have a whole litter before he has a house to raise them

Loving North: When you go to the north, first thing you do, you gotta learn how to see again.
First day we were out on the ice, Fraser stopped the sled and said, "What colors do you see, Ray?"

Murderer: Fifteen minutes before Wilson gets married, House decides he has a problem with it. Complete with groomsroom!sex. In tuxedos. Not a deathfic, despite the perhaps misleading title.

There Ain't No Such Thing as a Free Lunch: Life was a series of tradeoffs.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Wolves: It's Chicago. It's winter. It's a stake-out. Now what could The Guys do to pass the time? Just a suggestion.

For a moment it simply burned. His father was taking Ray's side in the matter. Assuming Ray was right, that he didn't trust him. Assuming he was the problem. Well, he wasn't. He trusted Ray. He did. He . . .

He was protesting too much.

No Such Thing as Santa: Ray uses mall Santas, pouchy pants, pasties, and comfort elves as a distraction from the real issue.

Scotch Courage: "Ray rarely drinks anything stronger than beer. What on earth possessed him to drink half a bottle of scotch?"

Prolix: "And you told me," Ray murmured, his voice husky and going straight from Fraser's ears to his groin, "I say a thing three times, it's mine for life."

Q & A: "Just a little directive from the Commissioner's Office requiring all police officers to attend team building seminars, and guess which lucky division they're starting with?"

When the Ice Goes Out: "Do you think I might be able to use departmental resources in attempting to find Ray? It sounds as if he needs to be found, whether he wants to be or not."

In the Morning: He’s going to go now, he tells himself. To shrug on his clothes and head out the door. That’s what he should do, because it shouldn’t be this hard to leave, to try to do anything but stand here, wet and cold and kissing him.

Refraction: When undercover assignments, a bent ray, and body glitter become mutually inclusive...

Okay: It was a shitty day from the start.

Percentages: John meets House's startling blue eyes. "This isn't my first combat situation," he says, and lets House make of that what he will. He's pretty sure House will get it right, though; he's that kind of guy.

Once Was Lost: Prompt 13. AU, Season 2, Episode 19 (House Vs. God) - Wilson tells House that he has decided take a leave of absence and go to Europe with Grace.

American Way: "And the old lady was looking at his red uniform, nostrils quivering. "You're ... Canadian, aren't you?" She said the word the way other people might say "armed.""

Running Up That Hill: How fast are you willing to run towards the very thing you're hiding from?

An Exchange in Sentiments: House is horny. Wilson is trying to sleep. Guess who wins?

Nothin' to write home about. You took a little crease to the side of the neck. Coulda taken your head off if it weren't for that dumb Mountie luck of yours. What did you in was falling off the building. You whacked your head pretty good there."

house of cards: Wilson stays with House after suffering his first heart attack

The Easiest Choice: He rolls his eyes and pushes against me again, then pokes a finger into my chest. "I choose *you*, Benton Fraser." (retirement!fic)

Taking the Bullet: "We need to have a fight. I want to try make-up sex."

Staying Home: "I let you sniff whoever you want in the park but I get into a committed relationship and you judge me," Fraser's saying. Dief just wags his tail. "Not everyone one I sleep with shoots you, you know," he continues, and then shuts the door.

A Modest Proposal: Author's notes: Just a little thing about Bi!Fraser doing a favor for Not-Quite-As-Straight-As-He-Thinks!Ray, I thought. Maybe ten or twelve pages, I thought. No big deal, I thought.

Til Death: Red, out of the corner of his eye, caught his attention. He whipped his head round, instinctively searching for Fraser's calm face. But he wasn't there. He'd never be there again.

Executor: ex·ec·u·tor (noun)
1: one who executes something [obsolete : EXECUTIONER]
2: the person appointed by a testator to execute a will

Return Home: "Where is Constable Fraser?" "He decided to stay north, sir," I say. (With bonus Ray-framing with business card.)

Slice: Slices of post-CotW life (with recipes)

Skin Hungry: "It's okay to need a hug, Fraser."

Unguarded Protectorate: The road to Heaven is paved with bad intentions. And smut. OMC, RayK's new partner puts the moves on Fraser.