i think i'm in love,
Jan. 11th, 2011 02:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seren_ccdFor the heck of it, here are some couples that have taken over my brain.
Fem!Mycroft/Detective Inspector Lestrade
“No,” he interrupted her. “How are you?”
God, but his eyes hadn’t changed. Perhaps there was more darkness and wisdom that can only come from age, but the inherent kindness and oh, blast it, decency was still there. In those so clear eyes of his.
“Do you know,” she said, “that you are the only person who has ever cared to ask me that?”
“Good,” he said with a nod. “Now, kindly tell me the damn answer.”
Hannah/Evan
He could smell her. Every single inch of her. He wanted nothing more than to feel her fingers at his temples, to taste her, to, jesus christ, possess her. Take her, hold her and stroke her until she flew apart underneath him.
Evan was only seventy-five percent sure that was the wolf talking.
Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy (Oh, come on, they're my OTP!)
At the sting of the cold water he stirred, then sat up.
"Keep still, please," I said. He was the kind of young man who recovers his faculties very quickly. He pulled himself to his feet and stood there swaying a little.
"Thank you; I don't need anything done for me." His manner was defiant, almost aggressive. Not a word of thanks—of even common gratitude!
"That is a nasty wound. You must let me dress it."
"You will do nothing of the kind." He flung the words in my face as though I had been begging a favour of him. My temper, never placid, rose.
"I cannot congratulate you upon your manners," I said coldly.
"I can at least relieve you of my presence." He started for the door, but reeled as he did so. With an abrupt movement I pushed him down upon the sofa.
"Don't be a fool," I said unceremoniously. "You don't want to go bleeding all over the ship, do you?" He seemed to see the sense of that, for he sat quietly whilst I bandaged up the wound as best I could. "There," I said, bestowing a pat on my handiwork, "that will have to do for the present. Are you better-tempered now and do you feel inclined to tell me what it's all about?"
"I'm sorry that I can't satisfy your very natural curiosity."
"Why not?" I said, chagrined.
He smiled nastily. "If you want a thing broadcast, tell a woman. Otherwise keep your mouth shut."
(excerpt from Agatha Christie's The Man in the Brown Suit. If, IF, I am in a position to do so, I may re-tell this story with a McCoy/Chapel angle in space. IF.)
Fem!Mycroft/Detective Inspector Lestrade
“No,” he interrupted her. “How are you?”
God, but his eyes hadn’t changed. Perhaps there was more darkness and wisdom that can only come from age, but the inherent kindness and oh, blast it, decency was still there. In those so clear eyes of his.
“Do you know,” she said, “that you are the only person who has ever cared to ask me that?”
“Good,” he said with a nod. “Now, kindly tell me the damn answer.”
Hannah/Evan
He could smell her. Every single inch of her. He wanted nothing more than to feel her fingers at his temples, to taste her, to, jesus christ, possess her. Take her, hold her and stroke her until she flew apart underneath him.
Evan was only seventy-five percent sure that was the wolf talking.
Christine Chapel/Leonard McCoy (Oh, come on, they're my OTP!)
At the sting of the cold water he stirred, then sat up.
"Keep still, please," I said. He was the kind of young man who recovers his faculties very quickly. He pulled himself to his feet and stood there swaying a little.
"Thank you; I don't need anything done for me." His manner was defiant, almost aggressive. Not a word of thanks—of even common gratitude!
"That is a nasty wound. You must let me dress it."
"You will do nothing of the kind." He flung the words in my face as though I had been begging a favour of him. My temper, never placid, rose.
"I cannot congratulate you upon your manners," I said coldly.
"I can at least relieve you of my presence." He started for the door, but reeled as he did so. With an abrupt movement I pushed him down upon the sofa.
"Don't be a fool," I said unceremoniously. "You don't want to go bleeding all over the ship, do you?" He seemed to see the sense of that, for he sat quietly whilst I bandaged up the wound as best I could. "There," I said, bestowing a pat on my handiwork, "that will have to do for the present. Are you better-tempered now and do you feel inclined to tell me what it's all about?"
"I'm sorry that I can't satisfy your very natural curiosity."
"Why not?" I said, chagrined.
He smiled nastily. "If you want a thing broadcast, tell a woman. Otherwise keep your mouth shut."
(excerpt from Agatha Christie's The Man in the Brown Suit. If, IF, I am in a position to do so, I may re-tell this story with a McCoy/Chapel angle in space. IF.)
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Date: 2011-01-11 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-11 03:19 pm (UTC)I will assist.
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Date: 2011-01-11 06:18 pm (UTC)I'm vaguely crap at assisting, but am a good sounding board if you need one!
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Date: 2011-01-11 04:37 pm (UTC)OMG RED IS ON DVD ON THE 25TH!!!!!!!!
...sorry bout the all caps but I figured you'd appreciate it lol
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Date: 2011-01-11 04:59 pm (UTC)Well, the excerpt is from a novel written quite some time ago, but I think there is a hint of Reaper in there. The fellow is very capable and not averse to using a gun... He's also dead sexy.
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Date: 2011-01-11 05:50 pm (UTC)LOL, yeah I caught that it was an excerpt, but anymore when I'm thinking Karl and he says he does need medical attention.. then my mind goes straight to John lol
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Date: 2011-01-11 06:44 pm (UTC)Hee! Thank you m'dear! :P
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Date: 2011-01-11 05:25 pm (UTC)I adore that book! Anne! Harry! Suzanne! Sir Eustace Pedler! The only reason it isn't my favourite Christie is because Iof the existence of the incomparable The Secret of Chimneys.
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Date: 2011-01-11 06:46 pm (UTC)I actually haven't read The Secret of the Chimneys. *ducks* I take it it's one to find? :D
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Date: 2011-01-11 10:24 pm (UTC)---
William McCoy has seen some harrowing things in his time. Death, disease, destruction. Hell, his daughter's in love with Spice World and watches it on a bi-weekly basis. (Goddamn his wife's teenage nostalgia.)
But absolutely nothing - up to and including watching Ivan tuck his children into bed while singing Russian folk songs - has prepared him for the horrors unfolding in his parents' living room.
His mother, prim and proper Kathleen McCoy, is curled up on the floor sharing a third bottle of red wine with Victoria, and attempting to decorate a gingerbread house.
And they're giggling.
There was not enough whiskey on the planet to make anything about this okay.
But it's not like he can jump up and throw Victoria and Ivan out the door, and swear vengeance on them ever coming near his family again. No, his conversation on the porch with Len a few nights ago pretty much closed that down.
Len is probably going to end up marrying Christine Chapel. They might even give him a couple more nieces and nephews. People he's related to, by blood will (probably) be related to Victoria and Ivan.
As his mother messes up the roof tiling for the fifteenth time - if he weren't in the middle of a panic attack, he'd think the way she's got her tongue stuck out from between her teeth and her face all scrunched up would be completely worthy of next year's Photo Christmas Card - Will quietly contemplates a future where Frank Moses might possibly be his future niece or nephew's soccer coach.
Or worse. Marvin Boggs could babysit.
It's in that exact moment that Coleen decides he's been left alone for long enough. Honestly, it's a wonder he doesn't throw her across the room, but fifteen years of marriage and some rather focused physical training has gotten him over reacting violently to his wife (and children's) touch.
Coleen's hand slides into his hair as she sinks onto the cushion next to him. Will lets himself smile and feel the flash of desire and relief that this wonderful woman continues to let him live in her house and spend a lot of time in her bed. She's all loose-limbs and smelling of brandy and sugar, and he wraps his arm around her, temporarily forgetting the horrific sight in front of him.
"Hi." She sinks into him and leans up for a kiss. It's warm and sexy, and if the kids weren't bunked down next door. And. Well. Two Cold War spies weren't in the room across the hall. Sighing, he pulls back, and turns to the spectacle taking place in front of him. Victoria shoots him an evil smirk which is only slightly ruined by the green frosting that's smeared across her forehead.
He scowls back.
"Okay, that's it." Coleen's hand wraps around his jaw and drags it sideways. "What the hell is going on with you, Will. You've been jumpy as a cat in a kettle since we got here, now what's the damn problem?"
"Kathleen, darling!" With a grace that belies the bottle and a half of merlot she's downed, Victoria shoots to her feet, hauling his mother with. "If we're ever going to get these windows done, we need more white. Come help me find some in the kitchen."
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Date: 2011-01-11 10:24 pm (UTC)Thank god he's not his father.
"William."
"Coleen."
Her glare is impressive. It's not evil, or full of death, but there's the definite promise that his life will be a living hell if he doesn't spill his guts and right now.
"What is going on, Will?" She leans back and crosses her arms over her chest before popping the eyebrow. "Because if I didn't know better, I'd think that you really don't care for Len's new girlfriend and her family."
There are days when he wishes he'd never heard of the CIA. That he'd remained in his business program, made buckets of cash, and never seen the inside of a single government office. Today? He's stupidly grateful for their training.
"Coleen, that's not it at all." Sighing pointedly, he slumps back across his couch arm and forcibly makes himself relax. Stare up at the ceiling and allow some general exacerbation to show. "I just..."
"Just what?" He can't see her, but the general underlying note of pissed hasn't altered.
Pulling out vaguely cranky puppy eyes #3 - the most actually innocent of all the puppy eyes - he quirks a lip. "I just wasn't expecting them to be here."
"Duh, idiot. It was a surprise."
Ladies and gentleman? Coleen McCoy; most sympathetic spouse of never.
Deciding it was better to risk life and limb in the pursuit of forgiveness, he reached over and tugged her so she landed half-sprawled across his chest.
Ignoring her indignant squeak, he tucked her around him, and kissed her. Putting all the frustration and fear and love he could muster into it. Coleen must have picked up on it because it didn't take too long for her to respond.
They're both breathing heavier when he finally pulls back. Tucks a piece of hair behind her ear and rests his forehead against hers.
"I was looking forward to this time with you and my parents. It's strange to have new people around, even if they're nice."
His wife stares at him for a minute. She can tell he isn't lying - which he's actually not, so, yay there - and nods once before running her hand up his cheek. She kisses him softly again before bumping his forehead with hers.
"Fine, but stop glaring at Ivan and Victoria. It's rude."
Taking a deep breath, Will lets it out through his nose. Promises himself that Marvin Boggs is never babysitting, but that Moses would probably be a pretty good teacher. If you can't beat 'em, mitigate the damage, right?
"Yes, dear."
"Oh, you're so paying for that later, asshole."
-fin-
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Date: 2011-01-12 09:41 am (UTC)Coleen McCoy; most sympathetic spouse of never.
I love Coleen! She's a BAMF in the best of ways. God, having to put up with Will? She's a saint!
If you can't beat 'em, mitigate the damage, right?
Ahahahahahahaha! Yes!
Any time you feel like letting this 'verse out to play, feel free! *squishes*
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Date: 2011-01-12 12:19 am (UTC)f!Mycroft & Lestrade is so awesome.
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