The day the bus break hit the news, Eliot Spencer was in the middle of a job, taking down a dirty businessman up north of Boston.
People had been backing down to Hobbs all his life; there was always a fascination for him in the ones who didn't.
Toretto eyed Hobbs up and down, a speculative light in his dark eyes. "Just how flexible are you?"
"You weren't kidding when you said 'change of camouflage', were you? Damn, O'Conner." A fusion-verse between the Fast and the Furious series and the live-action Transformers movies.
The cop smirks at him, smug and self-satisfied, from mere inches away. "Told you I'd see you soon, Toretto."
It was kind of ironic that it had taken someone else loving Brian to turn 'not enough' into her 'happily ever after'.
A week in the life of Lucille Hobbs, DSS Agent.
Five ways Han did not die in Tokyo (or anywhere else) but still met Sean.
Agreeing to do a bit of clandestine goods trafficking between Sunnydale and Los Angeles in the summer of 2001 probably wasn't the brightest idea Spike had ever had.
Two tychokinetics running in the same pack had just been asking for trouble.
"Let's go steal a Jaeger," Parker said, smiling a wolf's smile.
Snippets from lives that Willow's activation spell (could have) irrevocably changed. Drabble collection.
Archimedes said, "Give me a place to stand and with a lever I will move the whole world." That's nothing on what Nick Fury can do with a little ... leverage.
The original con artist stops by for a consultation at Bridgeport Brewpub.
She'd left everything to a mysterious Longbottom great-great-uncle by the name of William with a birthdate somewhere in the ballpark of Dumbledore's.
"We're brothers, not bookends," Eliot growled as he sank into a chair opposite Lindsey, avoiding his teammates' eyes. Black knight, white knight; maybe both designations were too simplistic, after all....
Harry makes a different choice in King's Cross and is given the double-edged gift of a second chance.
"Can I? Can I? Who do you think you're talking to?"
Trying to figure it all out had been a pain in Eliot's occasionally scaly ass.
"Nate sent me to my room again, remember?" Eliot replied dryly.
She was like Parker. Only deadlier. And even more broken.
"I'm sure," Mia confirmed, then bit her lip. "I'm still me, Brian. Just with a few extra modifications."
"Seriously. How does this not bother you," Alec said, staring at the mirror as he tugged the hem of his primary-colored overtunic into place.
