I Will Wait by Mackem || G || 5112 || Rise of the Guardians, Star Trek: AOS

Leo McCoy is much too stubborn to believe in fairytales. Jack is much too stubborn to forget Leo McCoy.

I was looking for another fic and decided to google the keywords instead of going through 114 pages of fic. Google gave me this.

Don’t judge me, okay. Also, you’re welcome.

*flounces off to get some vanilla spice latte*

This glorious ask?

Is now officially accompanied by actual fic.

Title: satellite [down a hole]
Fandoms: Tron, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Transformers (2007)
Rating: G
Characters/Pairing: Tony Stark, Tron (Bradley), Nick Fury, JARVIS, Sam Witwicky, Bumblebee, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Ironhide; background Sam Flynn/Tron
A/N: I insist you read my notes before tackling the actual fic. Also, this is the companion piece to the Tron/Marvel barista AU. Also, this was supposed to be 1000 words long, :|

When he thinks about it S.H.I.E.L.D. doesn’t pay him enough to deal with their business, not that he needs the money. It’s the thought that counts, and one he’s throwing at Director Fury once he washes his hands of this mess. This… car-shaped mess, including the gaping hole in the garage door, the burnt rubber on the street, and the agent pursuing the yellow Camaro on a motorcycle that was not there a second ago.

“I need a drink after this,” Tony Stark mutters, and runs down the steps to yank a case out of his Audi.

~ satellite [down a hole] @ AO3

ladyyueh:

rubato:

knatalie:

rubato:

can we have the one where molly and martha are dating and making out in the autopsy room and molly is so fucking glad that martha doesn’t find this weird at all (I mean it’s not like she’s actually performing an autopsy, so it’s not that bad right)

can we have the one where donna and pam go around sassing everyone and hitting on everyone left and right and cackling gleefully as they knock back shots together before linking arms and stumbling out of the bar, with donna singing “god save the queen” and pam singing “my country ‘tis of thee”; both of them are off-key in the most beautiful way

CAN WE HAVE THE ONE WHERE JO AND ELLEN HUNT THE H.O.U.N.D.

can we have the one where gordon saves the doctor from the vampires of venice (only they’re not actually vampires—would knowing that they’re actually a sentient alien race affect gordon’s perception of them? would he go with the doctor in basically committing genocide against these people? would he protest? would simply the fact that saturnyns were threatening humans be enough of a justification for gordon? HMM)

CAN WE HAVE THE ONE

WHERE IT’S NOT VICTOR HENRIKSEN’S DIVISION

The thing is, Sarah Jane Smith would go way back with Ellen. She’d write her every other week in code and they’d trade off stories and interesting cases and notes.

Sally Donovan comes from a long line of hunters and never tells anyone right up until the point where Sherlock Holmes is neck-deep in demons and then bam, she pulls out the shotgun and saves the day.

Molly Hooper met Donna Noble once, when she was sent to cover someone who was on sick leave. The two hit it off really well, and eventually confided in one another over their awful dating choices. She also met Rita, and after seeing her brought down low by one particularly awful patient, went out and bought chocolates and left them in Rita’s locker.

And since we’re crossing the universes, we get Torchwood too! Tosh visited Anna when she was first committed, but ruled out alien intervention.

Basically, Tosh and Sally Donovan and Rita fight crime and aliens and the things that go bump in the night - sometimes all at once.

OH MY GOSH I DO NOT DESERVE THIS AWESOMENESS OF A REPLY

I WANT SUZIE AND RITA TO TALK ABOUT THEIR DADDY PROBLEMS q9;84gduntsaosrt

Kevin Tran just wanted to go to Princeton—just wanted to follow his dreams, to go to class and learn things and work towards a polisci degree—but then he got caught up in all this—this business, and he’s so lost and confused, and who can he even talk to about any of this?

ENTER TOSH

and see the thing is—that’s all Tosh ever wanted too, to go to Cambridge, or MIT, to work in a big research lab and research the solution to some obscure physics problem—but then all this Torchwood business happened—and honestly?

She likes it better this way.  

Because being buried neck-deep in academics makes you forget why you ever fell in love with your field in the first place.  Because drowning in jargon makes you forget the simpler words that pulled you in in the first place: Wonder. Awe. Curiosity.  What if—?  And being in Torchwood, dangerous as it is, difficult as it is, reminds her: there’s life out there.  Aliens.  We are not alone.  There are entire networks of people, all sorts of families and relationships, civilizations so unlike our own—and that’s pretty amazing, innit?

Kevin falls quiet.

Who says that experience in politics has to be negotiating between Democrats and Republicans?  Who says the only way to ensure liberty and justice for all is to make sure big businesses don’t screw over the people?  Who says negotiating with Leviathans, working for peace between aliens and humans, granting so-called “monsters” the rights that they deserve just like anyone else—

—who says that can’t go on his résumé?

Kevin smiles.

“Thanks.”

Irene Adler hides more secrets behind her smile than on her mobile. She knows things that would topple governments, destroy regimes, and even bring heaven and hell to their knees.

If knowledge is power then Queen Supreme is she. But everyone harps on about proof these days and Irene knows just how to get all the proof she’ll ever need. There’s a delicious little red head that can make computers sing. Charlie may be a technological genius, but Irene knows people. She can twist and bend them into any shape she likes.

Oh, how Irene loves red heads.