“Son of a bitch!”
Bilbo sat up and looked around his bedroom. This was not what he had expected when he had closed his eyes to sleep on the way to the West. He’d grown old and crotchety in his smial and moving to Rivendell hadn’t really changed that. Traveling to the West had just added to his attitude.
What he hadn’t expected was to go to sleep and then wake up in the past.
“Well, aren’t you beautiful?” Dom complimented his spirit animal. He glanced up at Tony and raised an eyebrow at him. “A Black-footed Cat?”
Tony carefully ran a hand down Diode’s back. His spirit animal looked better. The healing that had started with Hedge had continued overnight while he’d been sleeping. “Yeah. How’d you know?”
Dom smiled as his own spirit animal appeared on the table. “I’ve been interested in cats since this guy appeared. Ciuffi has helped keep me sane since I came online.”
“Ciuffi? His name is Tuft?” Tony asked. He was slightly amused at the name of his sentinel’s spirit animal. When the animal flicked his ears at him, he nodded in understanding. Ciuffi was some species of lynx with very impressive ear tufts. He ran his hand over Diode’s back again. “This is Diode.”
“Diode, huh? I am utterly unsurprised that a man who deals with electronics bits on a daily basis named his spirit animal after one of the most important parts of a circuit,” Dom said with a smile. “Hello, Diode.” He held out his hand and grinned when Diode leaned forward to sniff at his fingers. There was no touching, but it was still progress.
When a sheaf of paper hit his desk, he looked up to see Gibbs standing in front of him, looking smug. “Is that your report?”
“Nope. It’s your transfer packet. Already filled out and approved by your Captain,” Gibbs informed him. He started rocking back and forth on his feet and Tony could feel how smug he was. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“I’m not going to thank you,” Tony informed him with a low growl. He eyed the sheaf before he pushed it into his trash can. “I need your report. You have an hour to get it together before I’m checking out for the night. I suggest you find a desk and start typing.”
“Got you for that,” Gibbs said. He waved at the transfer packet. “Signed, sealed, and delivered.”
The look Tony gave him was very flat. “Given that I didn’t agree to that, I don’t see how you did.”
“You people are insane,” DiNozzo informed him again as he walked back into his office.
“No shit. Do you want me to protest and say we’re not?” Jack asked as he took a tablet from Davis and read over the updates to the latest insanity coming out of Bluebook.
“Hello, this is Bob, I’m calling for Mr. Stark and would like to talk to Mr. Hammer,” Justine murmured into the mic of her phone.
“Mr. Hammer is busy,” the woman at the other end of the line said with a gulp.
“You want me to be what?”
“Stiles, we need someone who knows Derek, is comfortable with him, smells like him, and is willing to be touched by him,” Peter listed off their requirements for the role they wanted him to play.
“Thorin, Fili, and Kili will sleep with the stone until Mahal releases them,” Balin explained as Bilbo stared at the biers holding the Durin’s. “Dáin will keep things steady until Dís gets here to take the throne.”
Stiles held out his hand, pinky finger extended for Scott to shake. He smiled when the other boy shook his hand that way. “I’m glad you’re my friend.”
“And I’m glad you’re mine,” Scott said with a smile.
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“Well this is unexpected,” Gandalf murmured from his place by the gate.
Bilbo looked up from the inspection of his garden and smiled. “Hello there! You knew I was going to be planting a garden, Gandalf. I even told you it would be two this year.”
He needed to make sure he hedged every bet he could. His city wasn’t going to fall to the Wraith. Not while he could help. Even a little bit.
“Please,” T’Pol confirmed.
Title: Time to Make the Donuts Author: Ladyholder Fandom: SGA, NCIS Relationships: Tony/Ian, OC/OC, Bates/OC, John/Rodney. Elizabeth/Radek Genre: AU Wordcount: 15,685 Warnings: None Summary: A day in the life of Atlantis Beta: None 0200 AM AST “You need to come to bed earlier,” Ian murmured into…
“The thing most people forget about dogs” Amanda mussed. “Is that they are wolves in slightly more civilized clothes.”
John woke up slowly and smiled. Rodney was curled up into his side, one leg thrown over his. John ran one hand up and down his lover’s back and tried not to let his touch wander.
“I can knit,” Beryl snapped as she purled her stitch and started a new row of her blanket.
“So, you can be civilized,” Harry heard as he sipped his coffee.
Harry looked up at his unexpected guest and suppressed a sigh and a bump of old, unwanted irritation. “And yet, you can’t. Interrupting a man’s lunch to butt in while being a smartarse,” he snapped out without thinking.
“My darling, my dearest, my most lovely partner who I worship every chance I get!”
Steve stared at the phone in his hand for a moment before he put it back to his ear. “You’re surrounded by your coworkers, aren’t you Tony?”
“You betcha, darling. I can’t wait to see you again. You’ll be here next Saturday?”
“You know, when you asked me out on a date, this wasn’t where I expected it to be,” Tony commented as he settled into the prone shooter’s stance Ian had shown him. Their hearing protection allowed voices to get through, which was good because shouting would have been a pain in the ass.
“You remember how we were wondering if magicals were functionally a separate species of human?” Harry asked as he grabbed the menu at his spot on the table and looked it over. “Do they serve alcohol here?”
“Yes, I remember that discussion in fifth year and no, they don’t,” Hermione said.