FIC: Chuck vs. the Aliases [for simplelyric

On the 18th day of Christmas, I wrote for simplelyric

[And btw, am working on all the ones I missed...]

Title: Chuck vs. the Aliases
Rating: PG
Fandom: Alias/Chuck
Pairings: None
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Chuck runs into a couple of our favorite Alias characters…

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“I knew I should have waited in the car,” Chuck moaned, as he came face to face with half a dozen guns.

“Might have been a bit wiser, Mr. Bartowski,” a tall blonde man with an arrogant British accent said. He was obviously the leader of the group. Looked a bit like Tang when he’d caught the Nerd Herd goofing off yet again… “Grab him.”

Before the men could do so, a blur flew by Chuck, taking out most of the men in the first few blows. She, Chuck finally realized that the blur was a long brown haired woman, finally knocked out the blonde man and cuffed him.

“Wh… Wh… Who are you?” Chuck stuttered. He’d never seen anyone move like that – not even Sarah with all her training.

“I’m Sydney and I’m with the CIA. You need to go,” she said pointedly. “It isn’t safe here, especially not for the intersect.” She pushed him in the direction of the exit.

Chuck took a few steps toward the exit and then turned back around, only to see that this ‘Sydney’ was no longer there…

FIC: Gift Exchange [written for nerca_beyul]

Title: Gift Exchange
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: Booth/Brennan
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Booth/Brennan – Christmas gifts

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“Merry Christmas Bones,” Booth said from behind her. She turned to find him holding a single red rose, and a small, well-wrapped Christmas present.

“I thought you and I agreed not to exchange gifts this year?” she asked, her expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. She was obviously thrown a bit off by his behavior.

“This is different, Bones,” he replied, with a cocky grin. “Just open it.”

With another quizzical look, she took the present and began to unwrap it. Inside, she found a small jewelry box. “Booth… I…”

“I know you aren’t big on tradition, Temperance,” he said softly. “But…” he trailed off, opening the box to reveal an engagement ring. “Will you marry me?”

FIC: Captured [written for mga1999]

Title: Captured
Rating: PG
Fandom: Bones
Pairings: Booth/Brennan
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Bones angst

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Booth knew one thing – that the screams would haunt him for the rest of his life. As an afterthought, he faintly wondered how long that would be.

When they brought her back, his heart leapt in his throat because at first he thought she was dead. He moved to her side, pulling her into his arms. “Bones?” he whispered desperately, his voice almost gone.

She moaned, shifting in his arms, and he thanked God for that. He kissed her forehead softly, whispering again. “I’m right here Bones.” Another moan, punctuated by a barely audible whimper at the end. “I don’t care what happens but I’m not letting them take you again.”

At once, he surveyed her injuries – the broken arm, the torn clothes, the blood. He’d seen a lot in his time, but the thought of the pain that had been inflicted on her almost made him sick.

She coughed. “Don’t make promises…” Those words were so like her and all she could manage.

Kissing her forehead again, he added. “Shhh, They’ll find us soon Bones.”