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Oooh, comment fic! :-D

DCU, Guy and Kyle (slash or gen, your choice), something about one of them meeting the other's family.

"Mace, this is Kyle."

Kyle holds out his hand, grins when Mace shakes it vigorously. "Nice to meet you."

"You, too." Mace steps to the side, gestures Kyle and Guy further into the house. "Come on into the kitchen. I've got cold beer."

Kyle glances at Guy as they walk through the living room, reaches out and squeezes Guy's shoulder. "You get any more tense, you're gonna explode."

"Shaddup."

"Seems like a nice guy."

"Sure."

Kyle raises his eyebrows at Guy's tone but has them dropped back into place by the time they sit at the kitchen table, Mace rummaging in the fridge for beer.

"Here we go," he says, and he sets three bottles of beer on the table. "Need a mug?"

"No, thanks." Kyle twists off the cap, takes a sip, glances at Guy. He nudges Guy's ankle when Guy doesn't move to open his own beer. "You gonna let that get warm?"

Guy snaps back to wherever he was in his head, and he pops the cap on his beer, takes a long draw.

"So..." Kyle says when he realizes Guy isn't going to lead the conversation. "Guy says you're a cop."

"Yeah. I work narcotics. Long hours, lousy pay, the usual."

Kyle chuckles. "I've got an idea."

"You're a Lantern like Guy, right?"

"Yeah."

Mace nods. "Good. He needs someone who wants to be crazy with him."

"I'm not crazy," Guy mumbles into his beer.

Mace waves him off. "You're also not usually so quiet."

"Maybe you bore me."

"Maybe you suck."

"Maybe you're lame."

Kyle laughs at the back-and-forth and leans back in his chair, one arm curling around the back of Guy's chair as Mace starts to tell an embarrassing story of a six-year-old Guy that Guy tries to drown out with an off-key song about Mace sucking.

Afterwards, as they walk around the corner from Mace's place to take off for Oa, Kyle nudges Guy with his shoulder. "Be honest," he orders. "What made you so tense at first? Mace meeting me or me meeting Mace?"

Guy thinks about it and pulls a face, looking away from Kyle. "Neither."

"Oh?"

"It's stupid."

"Like, six-beers-and-you'll-tell-me stupid or actually stupid?"

"The first."

"You might as well tell me now, then. It only delays things until I can get six beers in you."

Guy looks down at the ground, scuffs his toe, looks back at Kyle. "When we were kids, my friends would come and hang out and then Mace would show up, and I'd be out of friends. He didn't mean to do it, but I'd always end up with all my friends hanging out with Mace while I was just...there."

Kyle has to bite back his smile at the confession. Guy's likely to dye his hair blue if he finds out Kyle finds his insecurities really endearing. "You thought we'd go there and I'd think Mace was cooler than you?"

Guy grimaces. "Yeah," he mutters. "Maybe."

"No chance. I need someone to be crazy with me."

"He's a narc cop. They're the definition of crazy."

Kyle shrugs. "Sure. Maybe here, but I need someone who can be space crazy."

Guy grins. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. Meth labs and coke dens are scary, but c'mon. Space."

"Space," Guy echoes as they take off, burning through the atmosphere and hitting the darkness, slowing down as they round Jupiter. "Space is pretty cool."

"Yeah," Kyle agrees. "I like space."

*happy sighs* This was perfect. Kyle and Guy's back and forth is made of awesome. And I have an insecurity plot-kink, which was deeply satisfied by Guy's "six-beers-and-you'll-tell-me stupid" confession. :-D

Thank you!

You're so welcome! I'm so happy you liked it! It was fun!

SPACE CRAZY!!!!!!

So in love with these guys. Soooooooo much.

You are ensnared in the web of GLC awesome!

Oh, this was great! I especially loved the ending, the contrast between the amazing surroundings and the understatement of their conversation, it seemed so very...Green Lanterny. :) "Space is pretty cool" indeed, Guy. *loves him*

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it!

BWAAHHHAAA omggggg...

Do you read Authority?

Apollo/Midnighter and Jack Hawksmoor, like, THREESOMEFIC!!

In SPACE/the bleed/a ruined city/the apocalypse.

I have The Authority, but have not read it. I will have to owe you that one.

Choose again!

Ahahaha.

Ok you have a choice of two, then:

Nero Wolfe - Archie is DASHING (maybe with a gun!) and Wolfe is trying not to let on he's impressed

OR

Dresden Files - Bob finds a way to annoy the hell out of Harry while he sleeps.

AND WITH THAT, a good evening to thee.

*zonks out*

He's dreaming, that much Harry knows. It's a long, dark hallway with flickering lights and a creaky door somewhere out of sight.

"Really need to stop reading those creepy books before bed," Harry mutters. He checks for open doors, a window, anything to let in a little light. Nothing. He considers conjuring up a palm full of fire to see, and then considers the chances of setting his bed sheets aflame. Before he can decide if it's worth the risk, Bob comes around the corner.

"Harry! There you are! I've been in this hallway for ages!"

Harry stares at Bob, walking down the hall like he belongs there. "Huh?"

"I'm bored stiff, or as bored stiff as I can be without the use of a body, of course. I've positively nothing to do with you asleep, and I've been puttering around--"

"Bob."

"Yes, Harry?" Bob looks completely innocent, wide-eyed and helpful.

"Are you actually here?"

"Of course I'm here!"

"No, I mean, are you actually here? In my dream? Like, live and in-person?" Bob says nothing, gaze shifting to one side. Harry groans and covers his face with his hands. "How long have you been piggybacking into my dreams?"

"I don't piggyback, Harry. I can enter at will, it seems. I suppose it has to do with my general ghostliness, and--"

"How. Long."

"A few weeks."

Harry thinks back over the last few weeks. Most of his dreams are muddled, but he knows there was at least one about him and a good-looking dark-haired woman. "Bob, if you weren't dead, I'd murder you right now."

"Harry, if I weren't dead, I couldn't be here."

"Go away. Get out of my head."

"I'm bored."

"Out!" Harry points to the end of the long hallway. A door flings open, spilling light towards them. "Huh," Harry says. "So that's how I get out."

"See, Harry? I'm being extremely helpful."

Harry wants to yell at him, to drag him by the scruff of the neck to the door, but then he takes a good look at Bob, sees the loneliness in the way he's holding himself still, prepared to be sent away. Harry sighs. "All right. Fine. You can stay."

Bob beams. "Thank you, Harry."

"But if a good-looking woman shows up wanting to seduce me, you have to leave. Immediately."

"Of course."

"Not that I'd know, of course. Since you've been here for weeks, apparently."

"My word as a gentlemen, I will leave."

"Yeah. Sure. Gentleman."

"Really, Harry."

Harry grins. "C'mon, you bum. Let's find the creaky door."

Super 800-times awesome! (sorry it took me forever to comment because I'm living in a traaailleeerrr......

but YES! I knew Bob would find a way to annoy the hell out of Harry. And GOOD-LOOKING SEDUCTIVE WOMEN! YES!

(and now in my head I am thinking about Bob invading Harry's wet dreams and making comments and just the WRONG moment and Harry being flustered and embarassed and then he wakes up and is like "WHAT THE HELL BOB!"

And Bob's like "Not my fault, dude. You're the one who lost his stride."

;P

Oh, man, Bob so WOULD.

And Miriam Heddy wrote a story where Bob could touch Harry in his dreams. It was hotness.

HEY ARE YOU ONLINE RIGHT NOW

Yay! Comment fic!

DCU Paralax!Kyle/Guy noncon, and the fallout.

OR

DCU Guy is made a Sinestro Corps member.

The yellow ring zooms onto Oa, the bright shine of its tale catching everyone's attention. Eight separate Lanterns try to encase it or tackle it or fly ahead of it, but it avoids them all, flies into the bar, and hovers over Guy.

Guy Gardner...

"Oh, fuck no." Guy blasts the ring. It bounces off the far wall, ricochets, and hovers in front of Guy again.

You have the power...

"Fuck. Off." Guy's second blast sends the ring through the wall of the bar. It comes back.

to instill great fear.

Guy clenches his hands into fists, tries to duck the ring, tries to punch it away. It worms its way onto his hand, skinning up his knuckles as it slides in to fit above his Lantern ring.

"Shit," he mutters, and then he's being pulled up and away dragged, he's certain, to Qwand to learn how to be a yellow bastard.

The ring punches a hole in the ceiling, Guy trailing after it, still struggling to get away. Twenty feet above the bar he's met by a hundred Lanterns, most of them looking nervous at the sight of him. "Shoot me!" Guy yells. "Somebody take a fucking shot!"

Two Lanterns near the front try, but their rings fizzle out. Guy howls at them, incoherent, as the yellow light starts to slide through his veins. "SHOOT!" he manages to get out.

Twenty Lanterns come at him at once. Half of the rings fail. The other half, the yellow ring fights off even as Guy tries to stop it. He thinks of everything he's ever accomplished, all the hard work he's ever completed, every single thing he's dong by sheer force of will.

The yellow ring won't come off.

He's a mile above Oa now. Two. Three. His trajectory changes, and he speeds up. Guy grits his teeth and concentrates. Pushes every ounce of stubbornness he has to his ring. He stops moving for a split second. He speeds up again. Guy pushes his determination up. He stops for two seconds. THe yellow ring overrides him again. Guy thinks of working through his feelings about his father. About working through school. About changing careers. About opening the bar, giving up the ring to Hal, getting his ring back.

He stops absolutely cold. The yellow ring dims a little. Guy reaches for it, tries to yank it off, winces at the way his knuckle cracks. The yellow ring flares at Guy's momentary pain, settles in firmly again. The yellow ring drags him forward again.

A giant green wall smacks him directly in the face. In another second he's decked out like Hannibal Lecter, complete with mask, straight jacket, and dolly. Kyle comes into view, ring out, his jaw clenched.

"I'm not afraid of you," Kyle tells him. "And I'm not afraid of your jewelry, either."

"Thank fuck," Guy breathes.

"Hold it together." Kyle orders.

Guy sucks in a breath, clenches his teeth. He nods. "Go for it."

Kyle redesigns the construct so he can get to Guy's hand. He unclenches Guy's fist and yanks as hard as he can. Guy swears as his finger dislocates, but he feels the yellow ring slide off.

"Got it." Kyle holds up the ring in a secondary construct, a little jewelry box with a padlock. He makes the construct snap shut. "I'm keeping you in that thing until we get back to Oa."

"Fine." Guy leans back, feels the hum of Kyle's construct around him, feels the hum of his ring as it pops his finger back into place.

"You should be nicer to the rookies," Kyle says as they fly through Oa's atmosphere. "They were too scared of you to help."

"I should be meaner, then," Guy argues. "Actually make them nut up and do their damned jobs."

Kyle thinks for a minute. "Maybe."

Guy breathes in deep as they fly lower, Kyle circling the Citadel. "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

Edited 2010-06-16 03:28 (UTC)

Whoo! Even better than I imagined, really, how in character the whole thing is. And Kyle! Coming in for the win and stopping the yellow ring. I'm so glad you went for this comment fic thing, its so awesome.

Thank you so much! I'm glad you enjoyed it! It was really fun to write.

Thank you! For writing it, it deserves every bit of credit, it was great!

Did you see either Alice the 2009 SyFy (shudder) miniseries or Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland?

I want either SyFy (shudder) Hatter backstory, or Ilosevic Stayne (Knave of Hearts) backstory. What happened before he met Alice? How did he get there? (why so hot?)

Or Guy/Kyle "Hey, *I'm* not the one who set the bar on fire." "Last time! The time before that *was* you. Also, accident!"

Did not see the SyFy (double-shudder) Alice. You get Guy/Kyle and bar shenanigans!

**

They stood outside, arms crossed, watching the fire as it petered out to occasional flames and heavy smoldering.

"Tomorrow morning, six 'o' clock," Guy said. "We're gonna start rebuilding. Well, you are."

Kyle raised his eyebrows. " What?!"

"Tomorrow. Six."

"Like hell!" Kyle jabbed Guy in the shoulder. "I'm not the one who set the bar on fire!"

"This time! The time before that, it was you."

"I didn't set up the Janobian dart tournament before making sure they don't use flaming darts!"

"No, you were the guy who decided to set up flaming shots night!"

"Plenty of bars have flaming shots!"

"You set the bar on fire!"

"Accident!"

Guy grit his teeth, growled under his breath. "Just like this, huh?"

Kyle looked at him, looked at the smoldering remains of the bar, sent out a blast from his ring to put out a sudden burst of flame. "Or we could quit. Go home. Have a 'we're not dead' fuck and both drag ourselves out of bed at six."

Guy squinted at him, glanced at the rubble where the bar had stood. "No more flaming shots."

"No more flaming darts."

"No more fire in the bar at all. Ever. Except in the oven."

Kyle nodded. "Deal."

"All right. Let's go get laid."

That was AWESOME! Also, Alice is worth watching, if only for Andrew Lee Potts as Hatter. Also featuring Tim Curry, Kathy Bates, Colm Meaney, Matt Frewer, and others.

Glad you liked it! So fun to write. I now want a one-shot of them just burning down the bar over and over again in some weird loop.

Oh, that cast sounds LOVELY. Oh, Colm Meany, you will always be Chief O'Brien in the holodeck to me.

What, like:

"Let's have a themed Date Night at the bar, with fancy tablecloths and those little pansy candle holders."
"Um..."
*whoosh*
"Does that tiki torch look crooked to you?"
*whoosh*
"I got a great deal on this gas-grill on Antarii 7."
*whoosh*
"And Bananas Foster in honor of the last great shipment of bananas and rum from Earth."
"Isn't that a flaming dessert?"
"Yeah, so?"
*whoosh*
"Boiling water? Seriously?"
*whoosh*
"No, just stick a penny in the fuse box, it'll totally hold through the rush."
*whoosh*
(etc, etc(

Oops, typo.
Also that string should end:

"I hate you so much right now."

I just laughed so hard I have tears in my eyes. Fantastic!

And let's not forget the smoldering cigarette.
Or that one Lantern that is actually made of fire. (because there totally is one)

Oh, the possibilities.
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"Did we just get streaked by the FlamingOne?"
*whoosh*
"Hey, how was I supposed to know that gin gave the FlamingOne hiccups?"
*whoosh*
"I think we should cut-off FlamingOne, s/he's looking a bit green around the gills."
"FlamingOne has gills?"
"It's a figure of speech, numbnuts, it means...oh."
"So that's what flaming vomit looks like."
*whoosh*
"Did you say that Hal was possessed by the Ghost of the Great-fucking-London Fire?"
*whoosh*
Guy is rolling on the ground with laughter, while Hal stands over him, looking unamused, and Kyle's hands are being treated for minor burns.
"So let me get this straight. You bought Kyle new charcoal and drawing paper from an art catalog you found, and didn't check any of the fine print?"
"Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!"
"I'm never drawing in the bar again, asshole. Why'd you have to get the flaming paper?"
*whoosh*

If you don't mind, a team-up between Kyle and Richard Rider (Nova) or Hal/Rich or Guy/Rich. Just a Green Lantern/Nova team up of some sort. Only if you're inspired and you don't mind a noobflister suggestion. :3

I would love to write this, but I have never read Nova. (Because I'm a bum). Second suggestion? (And noobflisters are just as welcome! That's part of the fun!)

I've always thought that particular suggestion would be one for two people, because it's rare to find someone who reads and writes both fandoms. I read GL but don't write it.

New prompt: Kyle still has nightmares about Parallax and Guy is around to help him get back to sleep?

And you're very kind ~~and awesome~~ to let a noobflister in on the fun too!

Last edit, I promise, lol. Nova is awesome beyond words but even so, not reading it doesn't make you a bum. X3

Edited 2010-06-16 06:26 (UTC)

That I can do.

Well, I've had it recced to me by you and my comic guy (who has never, ever steered me wrong), so I am kind of a bum. :)

I'm just glad you want to play along.

Kyle wakes up panting and sweating, hands shaking as he reaches out to press the button for the bedside lamp. He makes himself breathe deep, scrubs at his face, and he's got one foot on the floor to get out of bed when Guy's arm reaches out, snags him around the middle, and reels him back in.

"Nope."

"I just need--"

"Stay." Guy orders like he's talking to a dog or a new recruit. He yawns hugely, pulls Kyle closer, and throws a leg over Kyle's hip. "You get out of bed, you're gonna spend the rest of the night in the living room drawing those creepy pictures."

"It's how I--"

"Tell me about it," Guy says. "Tell me about the dreams."

"I don't want..." Kyle trails off, waiting for Guy to interrupt again. Guy noses the back of Kyle's neck and says nothing. "I don't want you to know," he says. "I don't draw the really bad stuff."

"That's why you keep dreaming about it, dumbass." Guy pats up and down Kyle's torso until Kyle arranges his arm so he can hold Guy's hand. "You tell Dr. Guy all about it."

Kyle snorts. "Oh, yeah, you'd make a great therapist. Yelling at patients. Telling them to suck it up and deal."

"Deflection. Now suck it up and tell Dr. Guy all about it."

Kyle sighs and lets himself sag back against Guy. "I'm Parallax. And I'm towering over everyone, and everyone I care about starts trying to stop me."

"Okay," Guy says.

"And Parallax is killing everyone in really horrible ways. Really graphic ways. On spikes and with fire and it's just...and I'm inside him. I can see what he's doing. And I'm screaming and trying to get out, but I can't. There's just...I can't."

"Then what?" Guy asks.

"Then you. You barrel forward and grab at Parallax, and you rip him in half and reach for me, but just as I can touch you, Parallax reforms, and he...fuck, Guy, he just tears you to pieces. These little tiny pieces, and then your ring flies off, and I'm still inside. I'm still yelling for someone to help me, and everyone's...everyone's dead." Kyle breathes in, waits for Guy to say something.

"Guy?" he prompts after a few seconds. "Guy?" He tries to turn over, but he can't. Guy's grip is slack, but his weight is heavy. Guy's asleep. Kyle considers punching him in the shoulder to wake him up. Calling him a dick for falling asleep as Kyle was telling him the worst nightmare he's ever had, but something about it makes him smile. Guy, falling asleep as Kyle talks about Guy's death by Parallax. So unconcerned that it could actually happen--that Kyle would be so powerless as to let it happen--that he's dead to the world.

"Asshole," Kyle mutters affectionately, and he nudges Guy's shoulder until Guy is back on his own pillow. Then he gets comfortable under Guy's weight and lets himself fall back asleep.

Bwahahahha. Guy, never change. That was brilliant!! Thank you so much.

You're welcome! I'm so happy you liked it! I was going to make it more warmth and love and all that girly shit, but Guy would have none of it.

Heh, damn straight he's not having any of that lovey dovey crap. <33

*laughing* Guy is reassuring in his own, unique way. *snickers* I can't help but try to think what he might have said to be reassuring if he'd stayed awake, but this totally, totally works better. :-D

It would have been the world's gruffest speech about relaxing and accepting that you can't be at fault when you're taken over by creepy alien weirdos. :)

I hope this isn't creepy since I don't know you, but would you please write a quick Homicide Life on the Street fic between Tim Bayliss and Chris Rawls? I know he was a one shot charcter, but he and Bayliss were cute. Thank you.

I will give it a hell of a shot. I haven't watched the show in awhile, but I will give it a hell of a shot.

Tim comes home later than usual one night, slumps on the couch, head in his hands. Chris stands by the couch, unsure what to ask. "Tim?" he finally ventures.

"I'm okay," Tim says, muffled from behind his hands. "It's..." He drops his hands and looks at Chris. His eyes are tired, mouth drawn, and when he lowers his hands a little farther, then sag down between his knees.

"You can tell me," Chris says, sitting next to Tim, putting an arm around his shoulders. "You think you can't, but you can." He nudges Tim's shoulder when Tim doesn't look at him. "Remember how we met, after all."

Tim laughs and looks surprised, and then his shoulders slump, his head droops, and he leans into Chris, bussing a kiss across his neck. "My first case. Did I ever tell you about my first case?"

Chris thinks back. "A little. It was a kid? A little girl?"

"Adena. Adena Watson. I didn't solve it. I've never...the lead suspect died a few years ago. I thought...I thought I'd made peace."

"What happened?"

"Got a call today. It was the same tenement block. We were a block over from where I found her. It took me...I didn't realize it until we'd gotten back to the station."

Chris twines his fingers in Tim's hair, leans them both back so they sag against the couch. "It doesn't make you less of a person because you didn't realize. It's okay. It's been--what? Ten? Twelve years?"

"Ten."

"If you'd forgotten a week after, you might have wanted to consider what kind of man you were. If you'd forgotten a year after, maybe. But ten years? And you still thought about it? You still remembered?" Chris pulls Tim closer, kisses the top of his head. "Tim," he murmurs into his hair.

Tim sags against him, slides an arm around his waist. "Thanks," he mutters. He lifts his head to kiss Chris on the mouth. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Chris tells him, and he strokes his hair as Tim's breathing evens out, as his head presses heavier against his shoulder. He'll give him twenty minutes, Chris thinks, and then he'll feed him. Ask him about Adena. Ask him about the cases he knows Tim doesn't like to talk about.

Awww, thank you, that was so great. I have to admit that in my head I delete the end to the series and give Tim a happy ending. Thanks for writing a piece that keeps Tim's angst but still lets him move on as a person.

You're so welcome! I ignore the end of the series and the end of the movie as well. I just...can't. Tim deserves so much better than to go out as the sad little puppy. I'm glad you enjoyed the story!

Plus his love interests and his bisexuality were always played for drama or laughs. I just wanted to see him be content, for God's sake!

Oh, god, I know. H:LotS went to shit around season five, honestly, because that's when the exec meddling got so bad. I mean, hell, season six brought us Falsone. And the less said of all that, the better.

Damn Ballard, Sheppard and Falsone to a thousand firey deaths. And getting rid of Kay? What the hell? What. The. Hell? She was too awesome for words. And clearly too awesome for the show.

The whole Luther Mahoney thing just kinda felt weird, it seemed to mess up the feel of the show. And since Tim was my fave by far, it was hard to see anything that drew attention away from him.

Sorry for the rant, I just got really into the show in the last year, watching the DVDs, but the fandom seems long dead. Thanks again for the fic.

I don't mind talking H: LotS at ALL. It was probably the first time I watched a show and went, "HOLY SHIT YES." It's just...god, the last couple of seasons are the exact example of why execs getting pissy is SUCH a bad idea. Everything went to shit in seasons 6 and 7, and to make Mikey look like a dirty cop. WHAT. NOT IN GEE'S HOUSE. NOT EVER.

Howard was and is one of the most phenomenal female characters in all of television. Honestly. She was fucking AWESOME. Ballard? Bah. Sheppard. She WISHES. Meghan was certainly on par with Howard, but that was because they were there at the same time, so no worries in fucking that up, you know?

Have you read the book it's all based on? It's phenom. And it's no wonder they got Belzer to play Munch. He's based off a guy named Landsman, and he's just...oh, god, he's just BELZER. With A BADGE.

[Pardon my capslock of happy. It's been awhile since I've had the chance to fangasm on Homicide.]

Oh my Lord "Homicide: A Year on the Killing Streets" is a truly godly book. You couldn't write fiction like that if you tried. I have yet to work up the metaphoric balls to read "The Corner" by the same author; I've heard it's both better AND more depressing.

Even the little things got messed up as the show went on. I was listening to some episode commentary, and apparently all of the creators hated the new opening, and God knows I did. I couldn't even watch all of season 7, I just found episode descriptions and skipped to Bayliss-heavy episodes.

I found Kellerman annoying at first, but he definitly grew on me. He never reached Crossetti-level in terms of a partner for Lewis, but they were generally a good pair, and I was impressed by his performance during the suicide plot line.

Howard was pure unadulterated awesome. Aside from being badass, I will certainly never say no to femmey-looking butch ladies. Megan was pretty cool toe. As for the actress who plays Ballard, have you ever seen her in a role where she's not a shrew? I'm just curious, because in both The Wire and Rescue Me, she was just as annoying.

Richard Belzer is definitly great, one of the reasons I watched SVU for so long, until it got fully taken over by STABLER SMASH. Homicide Munch and SVU Munch are different entities in my mind, but both are great. And I've read some pretty good fic putting Brian Cassidy in Homicide, it seems like he would click there better then he ever did in SVU. When he wasn't busy being sexy as all get out in Oz.

Thanks for giving me an outlet for Homicide fangasm!

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