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Finch & Reese, what now?

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
One day the Machine just... stops giving numbers. There's no way to get the mission back without risking exposure, so... what do Finch & Reese do?

Finch/Reese, medieval fantasy dragon-rider AU

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
The dragons have always watched humanity, ever since the world began, and now the Last needs a little help to keep chaos at bay...

Definitely not a self-prompt to spur me into writing. Definitely not.
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Fill: John/Zoe

[personal profile] orockthro 2013-04-07 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
It’s midnight when her driver drops her off, earlier than she usually calls it a night in the city that never sleeps, but her clients have been quiet lately. If she were younger, more inexperienced, the lull would worry her, but she’s seen the cycle before. When the turf wars start, when the plays for power get a little more intentional, her business will be booming again. It’s feast or famine in the information world, and Zoe never starves.

Her door is unlocked. It’s shut; whoever forced it was a pro and the lock is intact. She swings it open and turns on the light. “Mind telling me what you’re doing in my...” It’s not a client or even a two bit burglar. John sits on her black leather sofa, his shoes left politely on the welcome mat a few feet away. “Well, this is a new development for us. Can’t say I mind, though.” She closes the door behind her and lets her heels (Devour, red, and worth every penny) drop off and land next to his black ones.

“Zoe,” he says. John is a man of few words, and while Zoe appreciates that about him, it is not without its frustrations.

“Did you at least bring wine?” She’s hungry but her fridge is empty so she settles for tin of peanuts stuffed in the back of a cupboard. They say ‘best before 2013’ and she decides ‘before 2013 ends’ is close enough. She looks back at him. There’s no wine bottle in his hands, but there is something red.

“Jesus.” The peanuts are forgotten on the countertop and she’s kneeling in front of him. “What happened?”

He looks fine, flushed if anything, and Zoe’s reminds herself to breathe. “Switchblade,” he says. He says it like a normal person would say ‘a vase of tulips’ or ‘raspberry tea’ and Zoe’s heart is back up in her throat. “Just a graze, but,” he nods towards the phone on the table next to them. She hadn’t noticed it before. The battery and sim card are pulled out and laid next to it in a careful row.

“You didn’t want him to worry about you.” Half of how she stays on top of her game in the information trade is networking, contacts she cultivated through years and years of hard work. The other half is intuition.

He smiles. “Something like that.”

Zoe rolls her eyes. “You’re eating the peanuts and drinking plenty of water,” she says, and he’s smart enough not to argue, and she gets her well-stocked first aid kit from the bathroom.
The gash turns out to be shallow, but the shirt is a lost cause. John refuses to take it off so they work around it. He fights her on the neosporin (she wins), but he wins the decision to leave the cut exposed, save for two small pink and purple band aids that keep the edges lined up. It makes his ribs look like a smiling cheshire cat.

“I know your last therapist turned out to be a crazy murdering kidnapper,” she says, and John shoots her a panicked look. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen his eyes open quite that wide. She knows bringing up Finch’s kidnapping is a risk. “But you should see someone, or at the very least talk with Harold.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

She puts the first aid kit away and makes a mental note to restock. “You hiked all the way across town to use me as a safe house. You could have raided a pharmacy and done this yourself in a hotel, but you came to me because you wanted company.” She knows she’s right when she sinks down on the sofa next to him and he doesn’t move away. “And since I like your company it’s not a problem.”

It’s midnight and she’s still hungry and there’s still no wine so she lets the words keep falling. “Avoiding Harold is.”

John doesn’t look at her, just stares at the door he hasn’t turned his back to yet. “It’s... complicated.”

The phone is closest to her on the coffee table. She slips the back off and slides the sim card in first and then the battery and presses it into his hands. “Call him and tell him you’re spending the night. He won’t ask and he won’t worry.”

She slides off the sofa. Her legs itch under her nylons and her feet hurt. “You’re taking the sofa. There’s bedding in the closet. I like eggs in the morning.” She smiles at him, melts into her bedroom, and turns off the light.
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Shaw & Monica Jacobs: Team 2!

[personal profile] omens 2013-04-07 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
I'd love to see a second team funded by Finch: Shaw with Monica Jacobs as her tech counterpart! Then she and Finch can nerd all day long over the comms and Shaw and Reese can be annoyed or jealous, however. :D
Edited (Subject line again. /o\) 2013-04-07 00:38 (UTC)

Fill; Allegiance (Finch/Reese sort of) [General] [No warnings apply]

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
“You are a man without a king.”

The statement, spoken with all the resonances of a question, slinks through the gloom with the soft guile that John has come to expect. There are few who have seen Them, few who have dared to wander so far from all that is ordered and holy, but the darkness that strokes its cool, gentle hands across John's skin is more familiar than his lover's long-dead kiss and he raises his head, Life-Thief's heft comfortable in his grip, and says, “Duty begets honour begets mercy. I am a man without mercy.”

There is a low, rushing sound, like that of a river at the highest point of thaw, and the rock trembles beneath the knight's feet, as though afraid.

“Then I may have a use for you, little one,” comes the voice again, tidal-deep, and the comfort of the darkness breaks above John's head, a wave in shadow, spilling out over a broad snout broader than a man is tall, gnarled with scars and split open to reveal the glint of monstrous fangs to the knight's flickering, faltering torch. “Greetings, Lord Reese, the man without allegiance. You may call me Finch.”
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Re: Fill; Allegiance (Finch/Reese sort of) [General] [No warnings apply]

[personal profile] omens 2013-04-07 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
Yessss *___*! This is excellent.

Swordspoint AU, 2/?

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Finch had, quite literally, fished him out of the gutter.

At first he’d just paid John to go on errands. Fetch a letter from an office across the city. Give a bag of money to young mother in Riverside. Visit a selection of increasingly dirty bars and ask their owners a series of questions that, to John’s ear, were completely meaningless. He knew that he was being tested, but he couldn’t work out why.

The idea of being Finch’s swordsman had barely crossed his mind, until Finch explained it to him. John had been trained, a long time ago, but he’d been a better soldier than he was a duellist. And after that, a better drunk than he was a soldier. Most swordsmen were dead or retired before they hit forty, and John never had much patience for the formality and ritual of swordsmanship.

‘Do you feel ready?’

John looked around, chest heaving from the exertion. He could feel his hair flopping sweatily across his forehead, a messy counterpoint to Finch's habitually buttoned-down appearance.

‘Ready? Not particularly,’ he said, sticking his blade into one of the practise dummies. Finch had turned his library into a practise room the day after John accepted his offer. It felt a little strange to train in the same room where Finch answered his mail and took tea, but John didn’t let it bother him. A real fight would include far more distractions than the sound of one man limping around with a stack of notebooks.

‘Well, that’s reassuring,’ said Finch.

John fetched a cup of water from the carafe, drinking it down in two gulps. ‘Shaw’s ten years younger than me and practically gets paid by the scalp. Ready doesn't come into it.’

‘If you’d prefer to renegotiate your payment -- ‘

‘Gold isn’t going to make me any faster.’

‘Well, your reach is longer than hers, at least.’

John shot him a dark look.

‘Yes, all right,’ said Finch, amused. ‘I’ll leave the sporting commentary to the experts.’ He went over to his desk and picked up a letter from one of the piles. ‘I was thinking of making the formal challenge tomorrow, unless you have any particular objections. Lady Perry is having a garden party, and Snow will be there.’

‘You’re not writing to him first?’

Finch’s expression shuttered. ‘Some things are best done in person.’


John woke to find a new set of clothes hanging on his door. A black suit and cloak, with the kind of ostentatiously roomy white shirt he’d never wear if left to his own devices. Fashion dictated that sleeves be as voluminous as possible, but John tended to favour practicality over style. If he was going to be using a rapier, he needed his wrists free. Still, if Finch wanted him dressed like a Lord, then he’d go with it for now. Finch’s orders always made sense eventually.

They breakfasted in the kitchen, John trying not to drape his cuffs in the eggs.

‘It’s only for today,’ said Finch, as John scowled at his wrists. ‘You can go back to dressing like a workman for the actual fight.’

‘“Workman” isn’t a job title, Finch,’ said John, snippily. ‘Unless you just mean any man who does work.’

‘Well, I wouldn’t know about that,’ said Finch mildly, and John shut up. Everyone he met seemed to think that Finch was some kind of amateur scholar, sitting around on a pile of gold and reading history books all day. John hadn’t quite figured out what Finch really did, but it certainly wasn’t that.


The more money someone had, the harder it was to see where that money came from or where it went. That was John’s experience, anyway. But Lady Perry was evidently the exception that proved the rule, because her money all very obviously went to horses. When he and Finch arrived, their coach went straight into a stables that was almost as big as the house itself. There were horses and ponies on all the footpaths, and the gates to the garden were a pair of wrought-iron horses leaping over what John assumed was the Perry family crest. In all, it was the home of someone who very much wished they were living in the countryside rather than on the Hill.

‘Harold, please tell me you’re not doing what I think you’re doing.’

John turned to see a woman in a neat but very expensive-looking blue gown. Finch smiled. ‘Miss Carter, how delightful to see you. This is my new swordsman, Mr Reese. Mr Reese, this is Miss Joss Carter of the Abendale Carters.’

‘Uh huh?’ said Miss Carter, not looking particularly impressed. ‘Your new swordsman? Like you had one before?’

‘I’m sure Mr Reese will be flattered to know that he’s my first,’ said Finch smoothly.

Miss Carter rolled her eyes. ‘If you want to get this over with quickly, Snow’s in the rose garden.’

Finch bowed awkwardly, stiff-necked, and made off across the lawn. The place was full of lords and ladies, chattering in small groups and drinking hot chocolate from heated trays. A few of them said hello to Finch on his way past, but he was clearly of so little consequence that no one properly tried to engage him in conversation.

It was fascinating, the way Finch had hunched in on himself as soon as he set foot in Lady Perry’s garden. At home, Finch was confident, acerbic, and ever so slightly fussy. Out in public, he was far more like the man people thought him to be. Five foot eight and wearing a dun-coloured suit in a crowd of peacocks and parakeets, Finch was disarmingly easy to overlook.

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
thanks, glad you're enjoying it! :)

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
well you're in luck, because i just updated! :)

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
;DD just updated!

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
thanks, glad you're enjoying it! :) btw i'm not anon really -- i'm glitchvoice on tumblr/twitter, i just don't have a DW account.

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
thanks!! :))

homeless!Reese and junkie!Sherlock (Elementary crossover)

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
So, maybe before Reese met Finch and before Sherlock went to rehab, they crossed paths at some point... went to the same soup kitchen, ended up waiting in the same emergency room, crashed at the same shelter...? Story could be set during that time, or they could run into each other again, now that their lives are back on track, and recognize each other?

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
haha, THANK YOU! :) i just updated btw...

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
thanks! :) well, i just updated!

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
thanks! <3

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
thank you! :)

Re: Swordspoint AU, Finch/Reese, General so far, no warnings so far.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
well, OBVIOUSLY the universe needed a fic where reese duels people on finch's behalf. ;)
aerye: (reese and finch)

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

[personal profile] aerye 2013-04-07 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
This is marvelous!
aerye: (reese and finch)

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

[personal profile] aerye 2013-04-07 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! So much love for this!

Reese/Elias in prison

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
I just want more scenes in Rikers between Reese and Elias. If Carter and/or Finch hadn't been able to extract John and he had to remain there for longer, how would it have played out? Any variation of Elias enjoying the power dynamic he has in there over John would be golden. Whether this is more benevolent (ie: Elias stepping in to protect him from other prisoners or abusive guards and then slowing courting him to his side) or more blatantly dominating (ie: using his own minions to overpower John and bend him to his will) I would be forever grateful to anyone who wrote more with this interaction.
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-07 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
It would be amazing, wouldn't it?
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Re: FILL: Distractions (Finch/Reese) [Teen] [No warnings]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-07 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you!

Re: FILL: Change of Heart (Jim Caviezel, Reese/Finch) [General] [RPS, No meme warnings apply]

(Anonymous) 2013-04-07 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you; that was lovely!!
aerye: (reese and finch)


[personal profile] aerye 2013-04-07 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, my heart! ♥