Different time. Different Place. Same Losers.

Jensen’s been hiding a significant secret from the rest of the Losers. Events soon force him to reveal it when an old enemy resurfaces and threatens his team.

While on a mission in New York, Cougar, the sniper, goes missing off the rooftop where he stationed. Jensen becomes obsessed with finding out what happened to his best friend, convinced that he will be back, safe and sound. When Cougar does come back, however, Jensen starts to realize that something is wrong with his closest friend - he's cold, he doesn't seem to breathe when he sleeps, and his eyes are like blood. Then he starts having the dreams.

Jensen's sick and tired of being the 'pussy'.

When Max makes contact with someone in Ohio, the Losers go undercover to follow up that lead.

Jensen has fun with a little black remote. Cougar? not so much.

This fic should cover numerous prompts from The Losers_Fans Prompt Party including wanting DrunkFlirt!Jensen, wanting Cougar cheating at cards, wanting a drunken BJ with a side of kink and emotional issues, and a request for Cougar's deliberate sabotage of Jensen's attempts to pick up women. There might be more, that post is a very bad influence.

Cats, man. Not to be trusted.

The Losers go to Disney World. Do I really have to say more?

Fic based on a smoking’ hot pic of our beloved hacker

In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.

Cougar keeps popping up next to Jensen after that. And much like Jensen’s sudden influx of facial hair, Jensen decides to keep him.


AU world, where mutants are government property, and The Losers just got assigned a new sniper

In 2009, Jensen got a new team, fell stupid in love, and learned about sharks, the great organizing principle of the universe and crushing chest injuries. Not necessarily in that order.

Every good guy comes back.

Once you go into the woods, you don’t come back out again; or, how Franklin Clay got himself a pack.