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Reese/Finch- matchmaker Grace

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Kind of the opposite of an earlier prompt: Grace finds out Harold isn’t dead. She’s pretty angry (like you would be) but after a while she stops being angry and decides he was probably right. She isn’t safe with him and he isn’t safe if he’s worrying if she’s safe- but she still wants him to be happy and loved and all that jazz. She concludes Reese is the obvious choice.

Cue some matchmaking Grace getting help from anywhere the writer likes. It would be especially good if she got a nice boyfriend (or better yet a nice girlfriend) out of the equation too- series character or OC, that’s up to the writer.

Team Machine on vacation

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
They all need a break. Preferably to some place with a beach and drinks with umbrellas. Bear can dig in the sand. Carter in a bikini. Finch and Fusco refusing to take off their t-shirts. Reese walking out of the water with his hair plastered down. Give me some happy fun vacation times. (I'm happy with pretty much any combination of the big four, or just friendshippy is good too, it doesn't need to be shippy.)
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Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

[personal profile] arduinna 2013-04-05 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Can't you just see it? It was the first image in my head when I saw the prompt. *G* Thanks!
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Re: FILL: Legend (POI/Equalizer crossover) (Reese, Finch, Robert McCall) [Teen] [Choose not to warn

[personal profile] arduinna 2013-04-05 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you!
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Re: Fill: For King and Country, Finch/Reese, [Teen] [Choose Not To Warn]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The setting is a bit unusual, but it's a very good series. I hope you enjoy it!
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Re: Fill: For King and Country, Finch/Reese, [Teen] [Choose Not To Warn]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-05 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Yay, glad it worked for you!

Re: Leverage Crossover

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
some existing stories that may tide you over until someone fills your prompt:

Person of Leverage (by galaxysoup)

There's No Such Thing as Paranoia

Operational Expansion (jedibuttercup)
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Re: Leverage Crossover

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hooray, thank you!
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Re: Fill: The Best Lies - Finch & Reese, Undercover as the Mob, Mature, No Warnings

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Duuuuuuuuuude. This is AMAZING character work. I am in awe.

And also kind of freaked out? But in a good way. :)
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Re: Fill: The Best Lies - Finch & Reese, Undercover as the Mob, Mature, No Warnings

[personal profile] icarus_chained 2013-04-05 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)
*smiles* They tend to be a little freaky if you let yourself think about them, I think. Heh.

Thank you!
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Fill: Robot AU!, Reese/Finch overtones, No Warnings

[personal profile] laurakaye 2013-04-05 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
John is having problems again. Nothing like before, of course; Harold would never let it get that bad, not as long as it was in his power, but John just wasn’t built to maintain a steady routine of the kind of stresses their work involves, and he’s gotten tenser and sadder than usual lately. Harold knows that if left alone long enough, it will result in exactly the kind of downward spiral that had happened the last time. Fortunately, Harold also knows exactly what he needs to do to fix things.

He should. He wrote the protocols himself.

John comes in to the library as usual, and Harold allows himself a half-smile at the bag of fresh muffins he brings with him. It’s astounding, really, the level of empathy that he displays. The CIA had no idea the treasure that they had wasted.

“Mr. Reese, could you assist me for a moment?” he asks, and of course John agrees. When he’s leaning over to reach the server rack Harold asked for help with, Harold says “the serpent has fled from the nest, Mr. Reese,” and John tumbles face-down onto the table and Bear is barking in alarm and Harold has to soothe him and shut him in the other room. What comes next will be delicate work, after all.

“There, now,” Harold croons, running a hand over John’s back, warm through his shirt. He is so beautifully made; It’s an indulgence, to let himself touch, but there’s nobody there to see. “Things will be all right, John, I promise.”

He moves a row of books from one of the shelves and unlocks the hidden safe that they were hiding, taking out the laptop (never networked, purpose-built and only ever used for this) and the interface cable. The original protocols had called for a wipe-and-restore after each mission, but Harold had never liked the idea; if you wanted drones you should use drones, if you wanted to build yourself artificial operatives you should permit them to learn and grow the same as the organic ones. All the constructed memories in the world couldn’t take the place of experiential learning.

He runs his fingers through the thick, soft hair at the base of John’s skull, searching for the hidden catch. It feels like a scar, but Harold knows how to unlock it, the precise twist of fingers impossible to do by mistake, and the tiny port rises from its hiding place. Harold smiles, and plugs the cable in.

John’s body twitches with the connection, and Harold pets him absently, already scanning the indicators on the maintenance console; just as he thought, there are lots of reds and yellows on the dashboard, but nothing severe enough to require direct edits.

Harold starts running the first maintenance routine, which compresses and archives traumatic memories. John won’t forget these experiences, but any negative emotions he connects with them will feel dulled and distant, as though they happened long ago. It’s a shame organic people can’t do the same; it’s a much more efficient process than therapy. While the routine runs, he checks the relationship matrices. The area devoted to Harold himself is larger than ever, sprawlingly connected to nearly every other memory node and taking up a large percentage of John’s nightly integration subroutines. Harold should really compress this node, but John is so high-functioning he can tolerate a few inefficiencies, and Harold finds a wild and tangled beauty in the web of John’s code. Anyway, he suspects that the wipe-and-restore protocols had been largely responsible for what happened to Kara, leaving her unprepared to cope without someone regularly trimming and tidying her mind when she finally broke free, leaving her vulnerable. Kara had been designed for loyalty and emotionless obedience to the mission; he’d traded much of that to give John more resilience and empathy. He’d succeeded beyond even his most ambitious goals, and John had soon developed a deep and steadfast loyal streak of its own, his self-preservation routines peppered with connections to his other primary nodes to the point that danger to Harold or Carter or Fusco or Bear triggered more intense responses than threats to himself.

It’s a pity, Harold often thinks, that he can’t connect to organic people like this, can’t hack into their firmware and determine their motivations and loyalties, look at the web of their lives and emotions sparkling like a net of stars. It would certainly make their jobs easier.

The maintenance routine finishes with a chime, and Harold scans the report with a smile. All the warning indicators are gone; John should feel much better when he wakes up. He turns on the low-level functions on John’s body, but not his consciousness, yet.

“Maintenance Protocol Seven, Mr. Reese,” he says, and the body activates with a tremor under his calming hand. “Not to worry, we’re almost finished. Stand up, if you please, and then move slowly to the armchair in the corner.” The body obeys, stiff and somewhat unnerving without its gentle and lively inhabitant. (He’d heard distressing rumors about the goings-on in the body development lab, but he prefers not to dwell on the possibilities.) Harold follows, staying close enough not to risk disconnecting the cable.

“Very good,” he says. “Now sit, please, slowly, and lean back. Arrange yourself comfortably. Maintenance Protocol Eight, Mr. Reese. When you awake you will remember helping me move the servers and then sitting down comfortably in this chair, where you drifted off for a pleasant and refreshing nap. Maintenance Protocol Eight ends.” He closes the console and removes the cable; by the time John wakes, eight minutes later, the laptop and cable have been re-stowed and Harold is ensconced at his desk with every appearance of having been there for hours.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Reese,” Harold says, eyeing him for signs of confusion or disfunction. “Did you have a pleasant nap?”

John blinks, and then smiles, sunny and uncomplicated the way he very rarely is. “Actually, yeah,” he says. “Sorry to conk out on you like that, but I feel great.”

“You should allow yourself more downtime,” Harold says.

John smirks. “Is this the ‘even computers need to defrag sometimes’ talk, Finch?”

“Indeed, Mr. Reese,” Harold says. He loves when John is sarcastic; the data webs it makes are so intricate and lovely. “And you are so much more than any mere machine.”

Re: Fill: Robot AU!, Reese/Finch overtones, No Warnings

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not the prompter but this is very lovely. I like how Harold cares for John and is affectionate even if it doesn't make any difference to him. I will post a new prompt inspired by this in which John secretly knows he's a robot.

Reese/Finch Robot AU

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Inspired by the fill for the previous robot AU prompt. Reese secretly knows he's a robot.
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FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-05 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Harold is wearing jeans.

John is sure they’re the most expensive, well-made version of jeans that money can buy, probably costing more than at least a few low-end cars, but the underlying fact is indisputable: Harold is wearing jeans.

Jeans and a button-down shirt, in light blue, actually, and John is far too aware of the fact that his attention keeps wandering much more than it should. Harold had told him to dress down, that it would ensure he’d fit in better at this particular Internet café, well-known for being run by a couple talented (but generally reasonable) hackers—in this case, their numbers.

Unfortunately, you’ll be far too conspicuous wearing that suit, he’d said, and John had teased Harold about what he’d be wearing, but Harold hadn’t deigned to answer.

That makes sense, though. John isn’t sure he would have believed him. He’s still not sure he believes it, honestly, despite the evidence in front of him.

The plan was to play business partners, trying to approach the owners with some overly complicated opportunity that Harold had tried to explain and John had mostly tuned out—except the intermediary watching them from his post at the back (you don’t last long in this world if you’re not careful) keeps shooting him suspicious looks, and he knows his distraction is blowing it for them.

He decides to improvise.

“Honey, I’m getting a muffin,” he says, and deliberately touches Harold’s shoulder in a familiar way. “Want a cup of tea?” Harold’s expression doesn’t change, but there is a question in his eyes, so he tips his head slightly in the direction of their onlooker, and adds, flirtatious, “This is mostly your area anyway; I’m not sure why you brought me along. I’m probably going to spend the entire time staring at you in your new jeans.”

Harold’s cheeks actually go slightly pink, but he obviously understands now, because he clears his throat and says, “Tea would be lovely, yes, but you know I always value your input.”

“Yeah, but the technical stuff just goes over my head,” John says, and heads to get in line. He catches sight of the intermediary out of the corner of his eye, and he looks vaguely amused now, rather than suspicious.



It turns out to be a quick case: it’s only ten minutes into their meeting with both hackers that someone tries to kill them, via a locked door and a planted bomb. John defuses it handily (incredibly poorly made, obviously an amateur’s work) and the shocked face of the intermediary when he breaks down the door after the non-explosion doesn’t make identifying the would-be killer terribly difficult.

Apparently someone had gotten sick of being an intermediary.

(“I knew you were too good-looking to be just another nerd,” he says, resigned, as they wait for Carter to come arrest him. “I thought bodyguard for sure, the way you kept, like, half your attention on that little guy.” He sighs. “Shouldn’t have bought the trophy boytoy act.”)

After, when it’s all wrapped up, John meets Harold back at the Library, and he’s surprised to find him still wearing those jeans.

“Settled on a new look, Harold?” he asks, and Harold just studies him.

“You changed our plan, Mr. Reese,” he says. “It occurred to me to wonder why.”

“The old one wasn’t working,” John says lightly. “He thought I was your bodyguard.”

“Because you kept a considerable portion of your attention on me,” Harold finishes, and yes, of course he was listening; if there’s one thing he’s learned, it’s that Harold is always listening.

John manages a shrug. “It all worked out for the best.”

“Were the jeans truly that distracting, Mr. Reese?”

He considers lying, passing it off as mere surprise, but Harold is still studying him, so he says, simply, “Yes.”

“I’ll have to keep that in mind,” he says thoughtfully, making his way over, and then Harold is kissing him, urgently but thoroughly, hand fisting in his shirt. John doesn’t even have to think before losing himself in it, touching Harold wherever he can reach, hands eventually settling as he hooks his thumbs through the loops of his jeans. He tugs him that much closer, and Harold gasps into his mouth, free hand moving to clutch at John’s shoulder. The kiss turns ragged and desperate, and what little capacity for thought John has left starts focusing on what location nearest them provides some semblance of a horizontal surface. Or, failing that, something sturdy.

Harold breaks away, breathing heavily, and stares at him for a moment. “I confess I failed to anticipate the myriad advantages of denim.”

John licks his lips. “Maybe we should consider instituting casual Friday.”

“Maybe,” Harold says, and tugs him in again by his shirt. John is entirely unsurprised to find he’s content to go wherever Harold wants him. Another hard, scorching kiss, and Harold adds, “Provided you wouldn’t be unduly distracted, John.”

“I’ll manage,” John says roughly, eyes drawn to the buttons on Harold’s shirt.

“Yes, I can see that,” Harold says dryly, but his face flushes pink again, and this time John notices that his blush dips down his neck. “I think, perhaps, the couch would be a more convenient location for these activities.”

Yes,” he breathes, and Harold’s grip on his shirt lessens. John reluctantly disentangles himself from Harold’s jeans, watching him as he heads toward the couch. “Just so you know, Harold,” he adds, once they’ve repositioned themselves, “this isn’t only about the jeans.”

“So I’d guessed,” Harold says, and tugs him in again.

Re: Fill: Robot AU!, Reese/Finch overtones, No Warnings

[personal profile] eileenlufkin 2013-04-05 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Lovely and faintly creepy and then lovely again. I really liked this.

Re: Cuffed, Reese & Finch, Reese in handcuffs, General, No Warnings

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
eeee, delighted OP here, thank you!! <3 also John, you are very sneaky. <3

Re: FILL: John buys cupcakes

(Anonymous) 2013-04-05 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
OP here, and oh, thank you so much, that is both beautiful and heartbreaking. "(not his)" -- omg JOHN *cries for him*
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Re: Fill: Robot AU!, Reese/Finch overtones, No Warnings

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-06 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
Finch the (doll)maker, quite literally. No surprise that I really enjoyed the slightly creepy undertone in this - it's very well done.
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-06 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
Hee! This was great. Every Friday should be casual Friday at the Library!

Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

(Anonymous) 2013-04-06 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
YESSSS <3 <3
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-06 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
As long as there's nothing important to do. I fear absolutely no work would get done. =P


Finch/Reese - Separation Anxiety

(Anonymous) 2013-04-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
Finch needs to leave for a bit (because of Root, or even maybe Greer). Initially, Reese is fine with it and continues with the Irrelevant list like Finch told him to. But as weeks, or even months pass Reese concludes that this arrangement is a bit not good (this is an understatement). He gets super moody, and extra violent (this could be either funny or scary) and Carter and Fusco notices. Basically, a timeline of Reese's descent to madness.

+1 Established Reese/Finch relationship prior to Finch's flight
+10000 Super hot welcomeback!sex

After all, Absence makes the heart grow fonder...
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
<3 <3!
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Re: Fill: Robot AU!, Reese/Finch overtones, No Warnings

[personal profile] omens 2013-04-06 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
SO GOOD! Awww, this so hits the spot! I loved it, thanks so much!
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] giandujakiss 2013-04-06 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, this was awesome!