little highway girl

Title: A Tachyon Is Just A Sub-Atomic Particle With No Taste
Fandom: The Avengers
Relationship(s)/Character(s): Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Natasha Romanov, Jane Foster
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1600
Warnings: none
Summary: Clint is failing Professor Banner's class by a wide margin and gets asked in to the Professor's office to discuss the situation.
Author's Notes: Thank you to cantarina for the beta and for telling me when my fic starts getting creepy. And for always helping me with titles, though any bad-titling is still my fault. <3

It'll fulfill your science requirement, they said.

You'll love the professor, they said.

( He makes the class so fun, they said. )

The Tumbler's Fall

By sunspot, aka: unavoidedcrisis.
Collaborative artwork by hollymarchosias.
Beta'd by cherie_morte and sigrundora.

Fandom: Leverage
Relationships & Characters: Sophie/Parker, past Sophie/Nate, Hardison, Sterling, Eliot, Nate, Tara
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 12,400
Warnings/Content Notes: mild implied violence
Author's Notes: Written for au_bigbang '12. I had a great time with my artist, hollymarchosias, so thanks a million :) Huge thanks to the mods for a good round and to Chat for their support and motivation. This is my first attempt at anything remotely steampunk/sweepingly world building.

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Stripped of name and rank, the former Queen Sophie takes up with a band of brigands and miscreant thieves aboard an airship, The Tumbler's Fall. Captained by a strange young girl and crewed by the oddest assortment of people Sophie could imagine, the plan is to ship out for lands unknown and treasures undreamed of. Things aboard The Tumbler's Fall don't always go according to plan, it turns out...

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For as long as Alec could remember the first day of school was one he looked forward to for weeks. New shoes, new pencils, new friends to make, and Nana saying how proud she was of him.

( This year was different though. He couldn't feel less excited if he tried. The first day of college was three weeks away and his stomach was a knot of dread. )

The stadium at Mexico City was bigger than ninety percent of the venues Parker had played in her life. When they showed up just in time to start the first sound check, Parker nearly turned around and ran out again. Eliot caught her by the elbow and pulled her back.

"Relax, Parker, it's just a concert. You've done this a thousand times before."

She scowled. "Playing to a bunch of drunks in the back of your bar doesn't really count."

"Well, you've done a lot more than just that. But why is it so different anyway? I mean, besides the fact that you have a boat made of glitter in your hair now, this is basically the same. Just a little bigger."

( She touched her hairboat self consciously. )

Part Three

Parker had spent the night mostly awake. Eliot slept like a rock and Parker curled across his chest like a cat, but she couldn't get to sleep. Her mind was spinning with possible futures and visions of baby bunnies and she knew she was going to majorly regret it when Nate showed up to get them onto the plane in a few hours.

( She slept most of the way from Rome to Tokyo and threatened anyone who attempted to wake her with bared teeth and a growl. )

No Robots Were Harmed In The Making Of This Story

By sunspot, aka: unavoidedcrisis.
With artwork by deadflowers5.
Beta'd by clex_monkie89.

Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Hardison/Parker, Hardison/Parker/Eliot
Rating: R
Word Count: 24,200
Warnings: strong language, mild robot-on-robot violence, mild sexuality
Author's Notes: Written for polybigbang. Thanks to my last minute beta, clex_monkie89, and shining light of helpfulness and geekery, brynspikess, who provided some helpful info about the Young Hercules wiki she's writing, in addition to being all around fantastic. Major thanks to deadflowers5 for the awesome collaboration. <3

And uh, just for the record, I've been writing this since way before The Girl's Night Out Job aired. Just in case that question comes up.

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Hardison built a robot to fight, but he gave it artificial intelligence to win. He didn’t expect it to come to life and for it to become such a big part of his life.

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The Secret Waiter Job

By sunspot, aka: unavoidedcrisis.
With artwork by pyalgroundblz.
Beta'd by cantarina.

Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: Eliot/Hardison
Rating: R
Word Count: 23,000
Warnings: Strong language, lots of knives, spanking
Author's Notes: I want to thank jendavis for throwing me a rope and dragging me out when I was trapped in the deepest of plot holes. I actually would not have finished this story if it hadn't been for that help. And, of course, cantarina for being a brilliant beta and only making me cry a few times (and for not eating me because I just thanked her in a sentence starting with 'and').

All of the gratitude to pyalgroundblz for the creating absolutely fantastic art and one of the best mixes I've ever heard. I am very happy to have gotten to work with such a great artist.

I also want to thank inkruns for being herself, always.

And oh, sparrowshellcat drew fanart. (Moderately NSFW, a little spoiler-y for the fic)

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Leverage is the hot, exciting place on the restaurant scene these days, thanks to its hot, exciting executive chef, Eliot Spencer. New hire Alec Hardison is a mild mannered, smooth talking waiter by night and a double-life-living, top secret culinary school student by day. Together, they'll cook up some sizzling dishes... both in and out of the kitchen.

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