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Re: Fill: The Best Lies - Finch & Reese, Undercover as the Mob, Mature, No Warnings

[personal profile] ceares 2013-04-11 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
this was terrific! I've just started watching the show and I forget sometimes that Finch is always listening, forget that he has to think about what happens to all those numbers the government gets.
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Re: FILL: John buys cupcakes

[personal profile] ceares 2013-04-11 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
aw! This is heartbreaking and sweet and I want John to have all the cupcakes and now, he can.
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Re: FILL: Bears Number 1 Enemy [General Audiences] [Warnings: None]

[personal profile] ceares 2013-04-11 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
oh that cat is allllll attitude!

Re: Reese/Finch Finch has amnesia

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
OMG yes, I was just about to suggest a prompt like this!

+ all the 1's!

Finch/Reese: Money and wealth

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
Reese doesn't really spend any of the money Finch pays him, not on stuff for his loft or just whatever else he could want, and lives rather frugally. Finch wonders why.
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Re: FILL: Half Past the Point of No Return (Finch/Reese) [General] [No meme warnings apply]

[personal profile] ceares 2013-04-12 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
I love stories where people get to have things they think they can't. I also love agressive, selfish Finch in this.
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Re: FILL: Half Past the Point of No Return (Finch/Reese) [General] [No meme warnings apply]

[personal profile] sarcasticsra 2013-04-12 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
Same, especially where John is concerned. He has so little self-worth, it's nice to give him things he wants.

Thank you!
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You Can Drive My Car (Finch/Reese)

[personal profile] astolat 2013-04-12 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
Inspired by this awesome gifset by redfar:

John is Harold's driver (could be an AU or could be on a case). They end up having sex in the back seat.

Finch/Reese Finch is Cyrano

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 03:37 am (UTC)(link)

I watched Bury the Lede again tonight and it made me want a story where for some number related reason Finch has to play Cyrano to Reese only their feelings get accidentally revealed in the process.

Full disclosure? I'm also thinking about this Oglaf version of the Cyrano story:

It's Oglaf so a warning probably isn't necessary but, just in case, THIS IS NOT SAFE FOR WORK!

(For extra fun, be sure to hit the Epilogue button to the right)

Logan Pierce/Reese hookup, Finch/Reese UST, Voyeur Finch

[personal profile] verob2002 2013-04-12 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
Reese randomly hooks up with Pierce after taking care of a number. Logan seduces Reese with a line like "how many people can say a they've recieved a blowjob by a billionaire."

Finch calls in the middle with a new number. Reese answers raggedly saying he'll be there soon, and hangs up. Reese gets even more turned on hearing Finch's voice. Logan notices and teases him.

Finch overrides Reese's phone because he's concerned, and overhears.

Kudos for either referring or dialogue addressing erotic intubation during One Percent episode. :D

Re: Knees and Hospitals

[personal profile] verob2002 2013-04-12 04:44 am (UTC)(link)

Cosplay... FOR JUSTICE

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
so a number is going to be killed at Comic-Con or an anime convention or something, and some combination of the main characters have to dress up in order to infiltrate without being recognized.

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
omg I don't want to co-opt the ghost prompt but wouldn't it be awesome if Harold wrote a Nathan AI after his death (or wrote him into the Machine itself maybe). I just really want him to obsessively 'talk' to Nathan via terminal when no one else is around, please.
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Re: John thinks about Grace a lot

[personal profile] liviapenn 2013-04-12 09:45 am (UTC)(link)

Aw! Well, you could post both, I guess? *I* don't mind dark and satirical... But I'm interested to see the lighter version too!
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Re: Fill: The Best Lies - Finch & Reese, Undercover as the Mob, Mature, No Warnings

[personal profile] icarus_chained 2013-04-12 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
*nods* And the ones from before Reese that he didn't manage to help, like that woman in the recording he played for Reese. Finch ... has probably listened to a lot of people die :(

Thank you!

Re: Finch/Reese Finch is Cyrano

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Hope someone fills it but in the mean time have you seen this? Very close,

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
I started something identical to this. Great minds think alike! I will try and breathe life back into it for you.

Re: Finch/Reese Finch is Cyrano

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)

OP here --

Thanks for the rec and I love the rest of Hedda's writing but I'm an OTPer and don't enjoy threesome fic at all so I won't read this story.

My vanilla, let me show it to you.

Finch and Reese watching Lost together

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Finch and Reese watching Lost together and Reese commenting on Ben Linus's character. Then he proceeds to remove Finch's glasses and you decide what happens next. Can be established relationship or first time, whatever makes it easier. Preferably smut but up to you obvs! <3

Alternatively, just the duo watching any show and commenting, really. Especially other crime fighting shows, offering their own expertise as comments. Domestic fluff abound!
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FILL: The Founder Program (Gen, no warnings, Finch, Reese, AI!Nathan)

[personal profile] orockthro 2013-04-12 04:34 pm (UTC)(link)
When he was elbow deep in wires and soldering motherboards by the dozens, he’d never once imagined he’d regret building the Machine, never thought for a second it was a mistake. John understood, or he understood the small tidbits of information Finch had allowed him to know. But he didn’t know, and hopefully never would, that the Machine was only the first thing Finch had built, not the last, and not the only creation he regretted breathing electrical life into.

Beside his desk Bear whined. “I know,” Finch said quietly. It really was a terrible idea. Possibly his worst idea, second only to giving the Machine up. But desperate times called for desperate measures, and other cliches. He double clicked on an encrypted file folder and pulled up a program he’d carefully ignored for almost two years. The Founder. He double tapped it into life and felt the hum and whirr of fans clicking on to compensate for the power draw.

“Hello Nathan,” he said.

The Program, a shadow of what the machine was in size but every bit as impressive in finesse, blinked. Nathan’s face, digitized from a composite of photographs, stared at him in rendered perfection on the screen. “Harold.”

“I need your help.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that,” Nathan’s voice said through the speakers. The sound compression was minimal and Harold had perfected the program’s syntax to represent Nathan’s most common speech patterns and inflections via thousands of hours of recorded conversations and phone calls. The smile, though, was flawless. Even as a disembodied, high resolution head on a screen, he projected the same presence that had drawn Harold to him all those years ago. Charm and candor and charisma.

“And technically you never will,” he said. Even now he was cruel out of reflex. Nathan, the real Nathan, had grown accustomed to his biting remarks, but had never really accepted the savageness as part of Harold’s personality. Except near the end.

The Program watched him for a while before responding. It gathered visual data from the webcam, allowing the program to make what appeared to be eye contact. “No, I suppose you’re right.”

It was disconcerting and Harold did his best not to look at the program too long lest he be sucked into nostalgia and yearning and forget his purpose. “I’m sure you’re aware that I haven't executed your program since I built you.” He’d built the program to log the passage of time in an internal clock.

“I am aware,” The Program said. “And I’m not quite sure why you’re talking to me now. You aren’t known for your sentimentality, Harold.”

Bear whined at his feet.

“You always were more adept at the social end of our friendship.”

Even now the program proved its social prowess; waited, eyes boring out into the world it saw as data, for Harold to meander to his point. Not pressuring, not rushing.
“I employed someone to help me with the Irrelevant List.”


Harold waved his hand lackadaisically. “You are aware of the List; it was you who pointed out the ethical travesty we were committing.” He took a moment to commend himself. The shock and worry on the Program’s pixelated face was nearly identical to what had adorned Nathan’s near the end. The program was a work of art.

Harold glared at the screen. The program integrated the data and looked chagrined in response. “You needn't worry. Mr. Reese is fully capable.”

“It’s not this Mr. Reese I’m worried about,” the Program said under its breath. Then processes caught up with it. It was fascinating to watch. The visual display glitched ever so slightly and looked at him with new understanding. Harold would have to re-think his coding on that. The glitch was troublesome. “You want help... making friends, Harold?” The sarcasm, however, needed no help at all.

He sat back in his chair. “In so many words, yes.”


Since first running the program, not long after his kidnapping by Root, he’d taken to speaking with Nathan on a regular basis. It wasn’t, he knew, a healthy relationship. But it was a refreshing one. He’d forgotten how it felt to be known. Even his interactions with Mr. Reese, while enjoyable and deepening, were hinged on deception. With the Nathan Program there was none of that.

He’d deployed the program so he could access it remotely, much like the Machine itself, and he’d taken to running it off of his phone. When Mr. Reese had been captured by the CIA and spent time in Rikers, the Program got many hours of run time. He’d ironed out a few bugs with it and it ran smoothly now, even when processing new information.

“What does it feel like?”

Nathan blinked at him. “Death?” Nathan’s face, compressed to an almost microscopic size on the LCD display of his smartphone, looked at him with the same sympathy Harold remembered from life. Nathan had always been protective of him. “You built me, Harold.”

Harold rolled his eyes at him. “I’m perfectly aware of that, Nathan.” They were between Numbers. Mr. Reese was sleeping off the bomb vest fiasco, tending to his wounds in a five star hotel room Harold had selected for him with a very discreet staff. Harold’s legs were still shaking. The roof, almost two days ago, was burned in his memory.
“I don’t know what death is like,” the Program says kindly. “But I do know there are worse things.”

Harold sent him a sidelong look. He sat in the park across from Grace’s home. It was raining again and he’d opened up a large black umbrella to shield himself and Nathan (his phone, he corrected himself) from the drizzle. It had the added effect of hiding him from prying eyes. “Olivia?”

“Olivia left me because I was a crap husband. I don’t blame her for that. Not any more.” Harold can’t bring himself to look at Nathan’s face on his phone or at Grace’s door, so he stares at the food carts, devoid of people in the rain. “Will, mostly. He’s my son and he never really knew me. I miss him.”

“You were protecting him.”

“Yes. But not being known is a hard thing.”


It shouldn’t have surprised him that the Program had ideas of its own. He’d built it after all, and the things he built had unsurpassed intelligence and uncanny desires to be useful. Mr. Reese had been on the phone, standing under the Library’s scaffolding to escape the rain. All calls from his phone, outgoing and incoming, were recorded of course, but out of habit more than anything else, Harold patched into the phone call and listened to the feed live.

And heard Nathan’s voice.

He’d shut everything down, then. Spasmodically ripped the plugs from the walls and hobbled to the generator and threw the switch on that too. John, probably fearing Root, had run up the stairs two at a time, gun drawn and breathing heavily. Harold just flicked the flashlight onto him and let the beam rest on the phone still clutched in his hand. John had the decency to look abashed.

“I see you made a new friend,” Harold said. His voice was shaking. He blamed the adrenaline rush and tried not to think about volatile code and hackers who might abuse it.

“I met him through a mutual friend,” John said. “A Mr. Harold Wren. I think you know him.” John was like Nathan in so many ways, but unlike him in so many more. He was playful in times of crises. Nathan had only ever been afraid. “Seemed to think there were some things I should know about you.”

Harold stood in the dark and watched John’s face. It was serene now that the fear had slipped off it. “Oh? And did you learn anything interesting, Mr. Reese?”

“Nothing I didn’t already know, Harold.” John strode to the generator in the dark with his usual cat like grace, navigating the room as if he’d memorized it. He probably had. He flipped it on and the Library flooded with light. “It’s still raining and the Machine has been quiet. Shall we go see a movie?”

Harold wanted to check on his systems. Instead he said, “I believe ‘Rashomon’ and ‘The Rain People’ are playing downtown. A double feature,” and gathered up his umbrella.
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Re: FILL: Bears Number 1 Enemy [General Audiences] [Warnings: None]

[personal profile] aqua_eyes 2013-04-12 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
I have yet to find a cat that isn't. Lol.
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Re: Reese/Finch, non-sexual D/s slowly turns sexual

[personal profile] aqua_eyes 2013-04-12 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes please. ♥
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Fill: Secret Identity, Finch & Reese, [General] [No Warnings Apply]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-12 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sorry, this is just a mini-fill, but I couldn't resist -

The suit was heavy. It itched, the cowl impeded his vision, and even though it was made using real body armor and the best materials money could buy, Reese was still dubious that he’s be able to fight in it, if it came to that. “I still don’t understand why I need the costume, Finch.” He muttered. “Couldn’t I have just worn the usual?”

“Because this is the New York Comic Con, and our number is part of this community,” Finch answered, indicating a gangly young man wearing an unfortunately ill-fitting Flash costume. “And because we want to blend in, not stand out.”

“In that case, why aren’t you wearing a costume?” Reese grumbled.

“I *am* wearing my costume,” Finch answered serenely.

Reese studied him, and – okay, the suit was a bit less expensive and more professorial than usual, and he was carrying a very large and dusty leather bound book. “That’s it?”

“That’s him!” The shout came from the other end of the atrium, and a moment later, a pretty blonde girl with a ponytail came barreling down the hallway and practically tacked Finch in a hug. “It’s our Giles!”

“Sorry, Jen can get a little overenthusiastic, that’s why she’s our Buffy.” A second girl, with dyed red hair and an armful of replica weapons came up behind her. “You must be Raven. I’m Kath, our Willow, and Cody here is our Xander.”

“Glad we found you through the forum, man.” Cody was shaking hands enthusiastically. He was wearing an eye patch. “We needed a Giles, and there isn’t anyone in our group who can really rock the tweed.”

“Not a problem.” Finch smiled. “After all, I actually am a librarian of sorts.” Jen/Buffy was still hanging off his shoulder, bouncing excitedly.

“When this is over, Finch…” Reese was practically growling with his annoyance as he stalked off to follow their number.

“Cheer up, Mr. Reese. I did promise I’d buy you the car.
Edited 2013-04-12 18:45 (UTC)

Re: Fill: Secret Identity, Finch & Reese, [General] [No Warnings Apply]

(Anonymous) 2013-04-12 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
*is dead*
10000% win.
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Re: Fill: Secret Identity, Finch & Reese, [General] [No Warnings Apply]

[personal profile] killalla 2013-04-12 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Hee! Apparently Michael Emerson is on record as wanting to be a superhero librarian? And well, the Batman thing is obvious, really.