![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keelywolfeSix Days, Seven Nights
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17 (But not yet)
Notes: Okay, let's see if I can post one of these every day, for six days, shall we? Seems fun enough to me! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and ohh, he might be just right. Maybe. Let's set this after 'Rebirth'.
Day One
*
5:27 AM
Being an underaged vigilante sounded a lot more fun before the realities of it had hit home. Training had only been the first course of it; no one had mentioned to Mia that finding time to do her homework, much less to sleep, would become an Olympic event. Although it did explain why there were so many textbooks lying around the Titan tower on the weekends.
She had never really considered that she might someday end up sitting in the kitchen in her uniform trying to make the symbols in her Trig book look a little less like an alien language so she could actually get some sleep when she came home from school, and yet, it happened all the time. On the sleepier days, the 'Superboy Method' of letting Kid Flash do his assignments looked pretty damned tempting but there was no way in hell she was letting Robin see her do that, so, no. Morning trig and fresh coffee, in her uniform, and God, her life was so cool sometimes.
She was just finishing problem #34 and reaching for her second of the doughnuts that Ollie had thoughtfully donated to her cause when Kyle walked in the kitchen. In his underwear.
She watched him get a cup out of the dish drainer and splash coffee into it. No sugar, one spoon of that nasty non-dairy crap that Ollie liked, and then he held the cup up and just inhaled, deeply. Yeah, she drank coffee like that some mornings. Like she could absorb it right through her pores and get the caffeine a split second sooner than the actual liquid touching her lips. He leaned against the counter as he sipped it. Boxer-briefs. Nice.
He was drinking in slow, measured sips, practically rolling the coffee in his mouth like a wine tester. Kyle seemed to have the same proper appreciation for the bean that she did, so add that to the boxer-briefs and he seemed like a pretty fine guy.
Coffee finished, Kyle rinsed the cup and put it in the sink, and walked away. Up the stairs.
Surreal moment of the day past, Mia went back to her Trig.
It was nearly ten minutes later when Connor came in, yawning. Mask off but still in uniform and when she pushed the box of doughnuts in his direction, offering, he very politely ignored it. The veganistic brat.
"Hey. Kyle was just here," she said, neatly writing her answer for #39. One more and she could embrace her shower.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah, you know. Kyle?" She lifted one hand and waggled her ring finger. "He was here."
Connor stood up abruptly, any signs of exhaustion vanishing. It was a trick she was going to learn from him one of these days. "What did he need? Is something wrong, did he tell you he needed help?"
"I guess he just stopped by for coffee."
"Coffee," Connor repeated blankly.
"Yeah." She shrugged and gestured at the stairs. "He went that way."
"O-kay." Connor stood up to go after him.
"Ask him what's up with the underwear."
Connor blinked. "Will do."
Homework finally finished, Mia tucked the works into her backpack and headed up the stairs after him. Morning trig, good coffee, tasty men in their underwear, and now, a long hot shower. Yeah, her life was of the good. Oh, yeah.
*
5:45 AM
The search and sweep for Kyle ended pretty much as quickly as it began since he was in the first room Connor checked; his own. Sound asleep, blankets up to his chin, in Connor's bed. He also snored, quietly, but that was definitely a snore. He was drooling on the pillow and there was already a wet spot, vaguely the shape of Texas.
At least he was verifiably alive.
This was a very good thing in Connor's opinion since the night had been extremely long and extremely busy. Dealing with a dead person in his bed, which normally would have upset him quite a bit, now only seemed like a great inconvenience that would keep him from sleep.
So, Kyle had drunk a cup of coffee and then went to sleep? Strange, not in the least because he was doing it in someone else's house. Alien possession, time warp? Who was to say? Only one person and he wouldn't be talking until he was awake and as tired as Connor was, he still couldn't just dump Kyle out of his bed and resume command of it. He had to find out why Kyle was sleeping there instead of, say, his own bed where he could drool on his own pillowcases. Helping people in situations like this was in the superhero handbook somewhere, Connor was sure of it, so help him he would. Then he could dump Kyle out of his bed, and possibly make him change the sheets.
Unless it was the alien possession thing. After stuff like that, it was usually kinder to let the person go home and deal with it in whatever ice cream/shower combination seemed best.
None of this was getting him closer to sleeping.
"Kyle?" Using his bow, Connor carefully nudged him with the wariness of one used to waking people who woke up hitting. With weapons.
Slowly, Kyle opened his eyes and blinked, twice, before he sat up and stretched with no sign of either weapon or alien possession so already the morning was better than it had been five minutes ago. He yawned and rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Hey, Connor…what are you doing here?"
Connor was still trying to form an answer when Kyle sat up abruptly. "What am I doing here?"
"I admit that's a question I've been asking myself."
"I -- is this your bed?"
"Yes, which is sort of why I'm surprised that you're in it." A thought occurred to him, one that had to be shared. "It's probably a good thing that you're here and not in bed with my father. He sleeps in this house too, you know."
"Oh, my God." Kyle buried his face in his hands. "Please, never make me think anything like that again."
If it wasn't the alien possession thing then a little added torture wouldn't hurt. It was the advantage of most people believing in the goodness of your heart; they never suspected you to gleefully twist the knife. "Most people think my father is quite attractive. In fact—"
"Please, stop," Kyle begged, the words muffled into his hands. "Could we please get back to the potentially embarrassing reasons I might be in your bed?"
"If you've got a good reason, now would be the time to bring it up," Connor said agreeably. He pulled up a chair from the far corner and straddled it, giving the bed a longing glance. Maybe he could just flip the pillow over. "By the way, you wouldn’t happen to have any idea what happened to your pants, would you?"
"My --" Kyle gingerly lifted the sheet and looked beneath it. His lips pursed and Connor noted with some interest that the mortification in Kyle's expression could, in fact, increase. Time warps or possible alien invasions aside, if Connor wasn't so tired, he'd be sincerely enjoying this. Kyle dropped the sheet, actually pulling it up a couple inches, and muttered, "That's another good question, go ahead and add it to the list."
"Mmm. Mia was wondering about it."
"Mia?" Kyle went distinctly pale. "She --I didn't --"
"No, no!" Connor hastily assured him. No need to make the trauma too permanent. "All she said was that you had coffee. In your underwear."
"You know, once upon a time this all would have seemed strange to me," Kyle said, to no one in particular. Possibly the blankets since that was where he was looking. "Once waking up in someone else's bed would have just meant one too many whiskey sours and now…okay, this is still strange to me. We're going to have to consult an expert, Connor."
"They have experts on this?"
"In the JLA, they have experts on everything. But first, could I borrow some pants?" Kyle asked sheepishly.
"What's wrong with your uniform? Don't you use your ring for that?"
Kyle looked at him.
"It's just, when I loan clothes to other people, I tend not to get them back," he tried.
The look continued, with the addition of an eyebrow being raised. All right, so that didn't quite sound right and adding that Roy sometimes raided his wardrobe was only going to make it that much worse. There was really no reason to inspire yet another conversation about his sexuality and he hadn't had any coffee.
Finally, the look eased back and Connor sighed in relief, only for Kyle to ask, "So you're objecting to me wearing pants?"
"No! I just -- Never mind. Pants. Right." Kyle is my friend, Connor reminded himself firmly. A very good friend and I know where he is staying so I can always get them back myself.
He wasn't Roy's equal when it came to accuracy but it was still a sort of fiendishly delightful to smack Kyle in the face with a healthy sized piece of denim. With a distasteful glance at the brand name, Kyle pulled them on and finally, oh, finally, got out of the bed.
"Shirt?"
Connor wondered if this was how super villains began. It probably started with something simple just like this, a friend or two borrowing clothes and then they realized none of them ever returned them, or when they did they didn't wash them and the neck was all stretched out and there was a stain the size of small country on the back that looked exactly like something that would never wash out, and doesn't anyone in the known world know how to use a stain stick for ONCE and –
It was possible that he really needed to sleep.
Shuffling through his closet turned up a t-shirt that was actually Roy's and his level of fiendishness rose when he gave it to Kyle. He was really going to have to keep an eye on his evil ratio the next few days, lest he tip over into clothing deprived supervillain-hood.
He didn't ask for shoes, so Connor decided Kyle was probably clothed to his satisfaction. The rumpled bed was whispering enticing things and Connor pulled his own shirt over his head, and he'd just sleep without a pillow, he didn't really need it anyway --
"You're not coming with me?"
Okay, there were limits to friendship.
"Kyle—" he sighed and stopped. It was an all different Look, the one designed to make him think of sad little puppies and all things lost and pathetic. It was not a look that should ever be worn by a Green Lantern but then, when had that ever stopped Kyle before. Oh, this was just what he needed, more heroism in a landmark night of being heroic. There was a brief, albeit vicious, inner battle between his conscience and his fiendishness but the victor was never really in question.
Sometimes being a good guy sucked.
"Fine, but please, whatever construct you come up with as a mode of travel? Let it be comfortable."
*
11:57 PM
"Sleepwalking." Ollie scanned the alley beneath them. Two figures hovering just on the corner of the dark. Muggers, drug dealers, maybe just a couple of homeless people. Worth a short wait to see which it was.
"Seems like. They checked him over and he came out clean. J'onn's going to work with him but they said it seems like just a manifestation of stress." All of which he heard from Kyle after he'd woken Connor up from where he was napping in Kyle's bed in the Watchtower. It only seemed fair.
Ollie grunted something that might have been an affirmative. "Don't see why they just don't take the ring away at night until he works this out."
It was actually a little horrifying to think of Kyle flying all the way down from the moon to their house while he was asleep. The Tower had been designed to keep hostiles out, not their teammates in. Not that much could stop a Green Lantern ring and his dad was right in that it was a nerve-wracking thing to consider. Still. "It's not theirs to take."
"Yeah, yeah." Ollie waved a hand at him impatiently, saying very clearly without words that it wouldn't matter so long as the Greater Good for Oliver Queen benefited. Better to just move on than try to discuss that.
"They said if he stops by again to not wake him and to call if it gets too…weird. J'onn will be keeping tabs on him, too." A young man was walking down the street, towards the perhaps-muggers and both Green Arrows tensed, hands halfway to their quivers before the young man stopped at a car and got in. They relaxed, easing back into watcher positions.
Ollie wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet. "I'm still not sure I like the idea of him wandering around loose in our house. What if he sleep-imagines, too?"
The idea had occurred to them, but J'onn seemed confident enough about the whole deal. "Look, I know you're not that fond of Kyle--"
"I like Kyle just fine," Ollie interrupted, somewhat huffily. Connor ducked his head to hide his smile. Kyle and his dad got on about as well as two cats with a single can of tuna. Which was to say, not at all. "He's a good teammate, works hard, and doesn't get in the way too often."
"He's single too, Dad." Connor didn't bother avoiding the light slap to the head.
"Yeah, yeah." The maybe-muggers seemed more likely to be homeless people settling in for the night, and Connor followed his father silently up the fire escape. They paused on the roof long enough for Ollie to give him a firm clap on the shoulder, his way of sealing a deal. "Okay, do what you have to but see if you can't get him to wear some pants around the house."
Mm, yes, pants. Hopefully not Connor's since he fully expected his to be returned. Hey, it took a long time to get a pair of jeans just right. "Did Mia complain?"
"No, and that is why it should be stopped."
*
End Day One
by Keelywolfe
Fandom: DC Universe
Pairing: Connor/Kyle, (Green Arrow/Green Lantern)
Rated NC-17 (But not yet)
Notes: Okay, let's see if I can post one of these every day, for six days, shall we? Seems fun enough to me! ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Just playing with them. Thank you.
Summary: Someone's been sleeping in my bed, and ohh, he might be just right. Maybe. Let's set this after 'Rebirth'.
Day One
*
5:27 AM
Being an underaged vigilante sounded a lot more fun before the realities of it had hit home. Training had only been the first course of it; no one had mentioned to Mia that finding time to do her homework, much less to sleep, would become an Olympic event. Although it did explain why there were so many textbooks lying around the Titan tower on the weekends.
She had never really considered that she might someday end up sitting in the kitchen in her uniform trying to make the symbols in her Trig book look a little less like an alien language so she could actually get some sleep when she came home from school, and yet, it happened all the time. On the sleepier days, the 'Superboy Method' of letting Kid Flash do his assignments looked pretty damned tempting but there was no way in hell she was letting Robin see her do that, so, no. Morning trig and fresh coffee, in her uniform, and God, her life was so cool sometimes.
She was just finishing problem #34 and reaching for her second of the doughnuts that Ollie had thoughtfully donated to her cause when Kyle walked in the kitchen. In his underwear.
She watched him get a cup out of the dish drainer and splash coffee into it. No sugar, one spoon of that nasty non-dairy crap that Ollie liked, and then he held the cup up and just inhaled, deeply. Yeah, she drank coffee like that some mornings. Like she could absorb it right through her pores and get the caffeine a split second sooner than the actual liquid touching her lips. He leaned against the counter as he sipped it. Boxer-briefs. Nice.
He was drinking in slow, measured sips, practically rolling the coffee in his mouth like a wine tester. Kyle seemed to have the same proper appreciation for the bean that she did, so add that to the boxer-briefs and he seemed like a pretty fine guy.
Coffee finished, Kyle rinsed the cup and put it in the sink, and walked away. Up the stairs.
Surreal moment of the day past, Mia went back to her Trig.
It was nearly ten minutes later when Connor came in, yawning. Mask off but still in uniform and when she pushed the box of doughnuts in his direction, offering, he very politely ignored it. The veganistic brat.
"Hey. Kyle was just here," she said, neatly writing her answer for #39. One more and she could embrace her shower.
"Kyle?"
"Yeah, you know. Kyle?" She lifted one hand and waggled her ring finger. "He was here."
Connor stood up abruptly, any signs of exhaustion vanishing. It was a trick she was going to learn from him one of these days. "What did he need? Is something wrong, did he tell you he needed help?"
"I guess he just stopped by for coffee."
"Coffee," Connor repeated blankly.
"Yeah." She shrugged and gestured at the stairs. "He went that way."
"O-kay." Connor stood up to go after him.
"Ask him what's up with the underwear."
Connor blinked. "Will do."
Homework finally finished, Mia tucked the works into her backpack and headed up the stairs after him. Morning trig, good coffee, tasty men in their underwear, and now, a long hot shower. Yeah, her life was of the good. Oh, yeah.
*
5:45 AM
The search and sweep for Kyle ended pretty much as quickly as it began since he was in the first room Connor checked; his own. Sound asleep, blankets up to his chin, in Connor's bed. He also snored, quietly, but that was definitely a snore. He was drooling on the pillow and there was already a wet spot, vaguely the shape of Texas.
At least he was verifiably alive.
This was a very good thing in Connor's opinion since the night had been extremely long and extremely busy. Dealing with a dead person in his bed, which normally would have upset him quite a bit, now only seemed like a great inconvenience that would keep him from sleep.
So, Kyle had drunk a cup of coffee and then went to sleep? Strange, not in the least because he was doing it in someone else's house. Alien possession, time warp? Who was to say? Only one person and he wouldn't be talking until he was awake and as tired as Connor was, he still couldn't just dump Kyle out of his bed and resume command of it. He had to find out why Kyle was sleeping there instead of, say, his own bed where he could drool on his own pillowcases. Helping people in situations like this was in the superhero handbook somewhere, Connor was sure of it, so help him he would. Then he could dump Kyle out of his bed, and possibly make him change the sheets.
Unless it was the alien possession thing. After stuff like that, it was usually kinder to let the person go home and deal with it in whatever ice cream/shower combination seemed best.
None of this was getting him closer to sleeping.
"Kyle?" Using his bow, Connor carefully nudged him with the wariness of one used to waking people who woke up hitting. With weapons.
Slowly, Kyle opened his eyes and blinked, twice, before he sat up and stretched with no sign of either weapon or alien possession so already the morning was better than it had been five minutes ago. He yawned and rubbed a hand over his eyes. "Hey, Connor…what are you doing here?"
Connor was still trying to form an answer when Kyle sat up abruptly. "What am I doing here?"
"I admit that's a question I've been asking myself."
"I -- is this your bed?"
"Yes, which is sort of why I'm surprised that you're in it." A thought occurred to him, one that had to be shared. "It's probably a good thing that you're here and not in bed with my father. He sleeps in this house too, you know."
"Oh, my God." Kyle buried his face in his hands. "Please, never make me think anything like that again."
If it wasn't the alien possession thing then a little added torture wouldn't hurt. It was the advantage of most people believing in the goodness of your heart; they never suspected you to gleefully twist the knife. "Most people think my father is quite attractive. In fact—"
"Please, stop," Kyle begged, the words muffled into his hands. "Could we please get back to the potentially embarrassing reasons I might be in your bed?"
"If you've got a good reason, now would be the time to bring it up," Connor said agreeably. He pulled up a chair from the far corner and straddled it, giving the bed a longing glance. Maybe he could just flip the pillow over. "By the way, you wouldn’t happen to have any idea what happened to your pants, would you?"
"My --" Kyle gingerly lifted the sheet and looked beneath it. His lips pursed and Connor noted with some interest that the mortification in Kyle's expression could, in fact, increase. Time warps or possible alien invasions aside, if Connor wasn't so tired, he'd be sincerely enjoying this. Kyle dropped the sheet, actually pulling it up a couple inches, and muttered, "That's another good question, go ahead and add it to the list."
"Mmm. Mia was wondering about it."
"Mia?" Kyle went distinctly pale. "She --I didn't --"
"No, no!" Connor hastily assured him. No need to make the trauma too permanent. "All she said was that you had coffee. In your underwear."
"You know, once upon a time this all would have seemed strange to me," Kyle said, to no one in particular. Possibly the blankets since that was where he was looking. "Once waking up in someone else's bed would have just meant one too many whiskey sours and now…okay, this is still strange to me. We're going to have to consult an expert, Connor."
"They have experts on this?"
"In the JLA, they have experts on everything. But first, could I borrow some pants?" Kyle asked sheepishly.
"What's wrong with your uniform? Don't you use your ring for that?"
Kyle looked at him.
"It's just, when I loan clothes to other people, I tend not to get them back," he tried.
The look continued, with the addition of an eyebrow being raised. All right, so that didn't quite sound right and adding that Roy sometimes raided his wardrobe was only going to make it that much worse. There was really no reason to inspire yet another conversation about his sexuality and he hadn't had any coffee.
Finally, the look eased back and Connor sighed in relief, only for Kyle to ask, "So you're objecting to me wearing pants?"
"No! I just -- Never mind. Pants. Right." Kyle is my friend, Connor reminded himself firmly. A very good friend and I know where he is staying so I can always get them back myself.
He wasn't Roy's equal when it came to accuracy but it was still a sort of fiendishly delightful to smack Kyle in the face with a healthy sized piece of denim. With a distasteful glance at the brand name, Kyle pulled them on and finally, oh, finally, got out of the bed.
"Shirt?"
Connor wondered if this was how super villains began. It probably started with something simple just like this, a friend or two borrowing clothes and then they realized none of them ever returned them, or when they did they didn't wash them and the neck was all stretched out and there was a stain the size of small country on the back that looked exactly like something that would never wash out, and doesn't anyone in the known world know how to use a stain stick for ONCE and –
It was possible that he really needed to sleep.
Shuffling through his closet turned up a t-shirt that was actually Roy's and his level of fiendishness rose when he gave it to Kyle. He was really going to have to keep an eye on his evil ratio the next few days, lest he tip over into clothing deprived supervillain-hood.
He didn't ask for shoes, so Connor decided Kyle was probably clothed to his satisfaction. The rumpled bed was whispering enticing things and Connor pulled his own shirt over his head, and he'd just sleep without a pillow, he didn't really need it anyway --
"You're not coming with me?"
Okay, there were limits to friendship.
"Kyle—" he sighed and stopped. It was an all different Look, the one designed to make him think of sad little puppies and all things lost and pathetic. It was not a look that should ever be worn by a Green Lantern but then, when had that ever stopped Kyle before. Oh, this was just what he needed, more heroism in a landmark night of being heroic. There was a brief, albeit vicious, inner battle between his conscience and his fiendishness but the victor was never really in question.
Sometimes being a good guy sucked.
"Fine, but please, whatever construct you come up with as a mode of travel? Let it be comfortable."
*
11:57 PM
"Sleepwalking." Ollie scanned the alley beneath them. Two figures hovering just on the corner of the dark. Muggers, drug dealers, maybe just a couple of homeless people. Worth a short wait to see which it was.
"Seems like. They checked him over and he came out clean. J'onn's going to work with him but they said it seems like just a manifestation of stress." All of which he heard from Kyle after he'd woken Connor up from where he was napping in Kyle's bed in the Watchtower. It only seemed fair.
Ollie grunted something that might have been an affirmative. "Don't see why they just don't take the ring away at night until he works this out."
It was actually a little horrifying to think of Kyle flying all the way down from the moon to their house while he was asleep. The Tower had been designed to keep hostiles out, not their teammates in. Not that much could stop a Green Lantern ring and his dad was right in that it was a nerve-wracking thing to consider. Still. "It's not theirs to take."
"Yeah, yeah." Ollie waved a hand at him impatiently, saying very clearly without words that it wouldn't matter so long as the Greater Good for Oliver Queen benefited. Better to just move on than try to discuss that.
"They said if he stops by again to not wake him and to call if it gets too…weird. J'onn will be keeping tabs on him, too." A young man was walking down the street, towards the perhaps-muggers and both Green Arrows tensed, hands halfway to their quivers before the young man stopped at a car and got in. They relaxed, easing back into watcher positions.
Ollie wasn't quite ready to let it go just yet. "I'm still not sure I like the idea of him wandering around loose in our house. What if he sleep-imagines, too?"
The idea had occurred to them, but J'onn seemed confident enough about the whole deal. "Look, I know you're not that fond of Kyle--"
"I like Kyle just fine," Ollie interrupted, somewhat huffily. Connor ducked his head to hide his smile. Kyle and his dad got on about as well as two cats with a single can of tuna. Which was to say, not at all. "He's a good teammate, works hard, and doesn't get in the way too often."
"He's single too, Dad." Connor didn't bother avoiding the light slap to the head.
"Yeah, yeah." The maybe-muggers seemed more likely to be homeless people settling in for the night, and Connor followed his father silently up the fire escape. They paused on the roof long enough for Ollie to give him a firm clap on the shoulder, his way of sealing a deal. "Okay, do what you have to but see if you can't get him to wear some pants around the house."
Mm, yes, pants. Hopefully not Connor's since he fully expected his to be returned. Hey, it took a long time to get a pair of jeans just right. "Did Mia complain?"
"No, and that is why it should be stopped."
*
End Day One
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 05:02 am (UTC)Your Connor voice is so, so very wonderful, and Mia, dear lord Mia. There needs to be more GA/GL fic out there. But only if they're like this. God, it could stay gen and I'd like it just as much, I think. I've only ever been able to say that about a handful of fics, ever.
*lurves you*
Boxer-briefs. Nice.
nnnnrrrghh. Kyle is already the hottest GL around, but *boxer-briefs*? And he would. He so totally would. *dies*
I really wanted to quote favorite lines from the section where Connor finds Kyle in his bed, but then I realized that I'd just be quoting the whole thing. The "evil ratio" might be my favorite though. Just...yeah.
Is it tomorrow yet?
no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 05:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 06:08 pm (UTC)I'm just going to be having fun with this little series, I think, something to entertain myself. It won't stay gen, though, I'm not sure I have the capacity to NOT slash pretty boys like these two. ;)
I adore Mia. One of the few strong female characters in comics that I DO like. Most of them just don't ring the right bells with me, or they are the heroes' girlfriend and it just...uck. Love for Mia.
And you're perfectly welcome to friend me! Wander in, check it out. Enjoy. :)
no subject
Date: 2005-06-22 05:30 am (UTC)If this is the result of you "having fun," PLEASE keep having fun. I LIKE it when you're having fun. *grin*
And friended!
Have I mentioned I *love* your icon? So. Cute.
no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 07:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 06:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-21 06:10 pm (UTC)But you'll definitely do in exchange. *G*
no subject
Date: 2005-06-23 03:30 am (UTC)\x/
no subject
Date: 2005-06-23 02:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-23 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-06-23 03:00 pm (UTC)I can't see why everyone doesn't write them, they're so perfect together!
no subject
Date: 2005-06-28 03:26 am (UTC)*dashes off to read the rest*
no subject
Date: 2005-07-01 03:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-08-13 02:33 pm (UTC)I am very amused!
no subject
Date: 2006-01-12 06:47 pm (UTC)He was really going to have to keep an eye on his evil ratio the next few days, lest he tip over into clothing deprived supervillain-hood.
Mm, yes, pants. Hopefully not Connor's since he fully expected his to be returned. Hey, it took a long time to get a pair of jeans just right. "Did Mia complain?"
"No, and that is why it should be stopped."
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and die of the giggles, because Connor being evil is just too cute.
no subject
Date: 2006-01-18 04:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-26 12:30 pm (UTC)Connor/Kyle is one of my favourite pairngs, but there doesn't seem to be much fic about them (or maybe I never knew where to look).
Don't mind me, I'm off to read the rest of this :D