an old draw of my favorite freelancer from RvB, Agent North Dakota
Mumblybee wrote a scene where York talked about coffee in his sleep. Then I had to write this. Set in happy suburban AU where no one dies but some are still recovering…second person perspective thanks to Rae.
You can’t sleep. Maybe it’s the air changing, starting to get crisper. Maybe your sister moved in her sleep half an hour ago and the sound has only drifted down to your dreaming consciousness from the other side of the room now. You know that it wasn’t Theta who woke you up, because you know the feel of that, and he hasn’t manifested. The hallway is dark, the gentle cold feeling at the back of your neck still resting with the unmistakable mien of a child sleeping.
redid this North and Theta pic [ ☆ ]
hashibainthefandom asked you:
For the Fic War: An AU in which Connie is able to convince Wash to join the insurrectionists and he finds himself having to fight York and North.
This may not be what you expected, but I hope you like it. I could have done a lot of different versions, and could write one with more actual fight if you want. But I couldn’t help but feel that if Wash was really given the chance to go back, he would…
Wash delayed his encounter with the others as long as he could. He was supposed to stay hidden, after all. There was no use going out there, not with the other troops already assigned to keep the Freelancers out of the warehouse where CT was staying. He heard her voice in his head: I didn’t think they’d find us this quickly.
But he leaned out into the hall after Florida dispatched the two heavy gunners, because he wanted to see York and North and the others, wanted to know — whether they’d be killing him or trying to talk about it first. He wanted to protect CT and her data and he wanted to fight. And he wanted to see them.
He wouldn’t have much time.
York and North were hanging back with Florida while Wyoming, South, and Maine cleaned up outside, and Wash was going to have seconds, split seconds to talk before Carolina dashed over here.
Luckily, York got to the point.“Why are you doing this, man?”
“Because nobody asked her that,” Wash said, his rifle steady and still pointed at the point between North and York where they would be in a few seconds if they decided to move forward to attack him. “You’re coming to kill her!”
im-gonna-wreck-it: Wash finds out that 479er is a closet Star Wars fan (this is sort of a branch-off of my headcanon that Wash and CT are Star Wars nerds and used to have marathons in SW-themed PJs and everyone else liked Star Wars secretly)
They had just gotten comfortable, York and North on the couch and Wash and Connie leaning on the couch arms, the movie projected on the wall with the stripes in the metal visible through the film grain. Wash knew the stripes would disappear before the darkness of the space battle at the end. He would stop seeing them.
Then the door cracked open just as the golden light of Tatooine was filling the room. Fabric made shushing sounds as heads turned.
479 blinked in the bright-lit doorway and looked back and forth in the darkness. “Hey, I heard…Oh. You started without me. Classy.”
(a.k.a one of my favorite things to write ever)
The Freelancer common room was pretty secure. No one ever came there who didn’t have a state name, so when 479 walked in on York, North and Carolina starting to set up a game of Sergeant Mayhem 3: Doomblasters and most everybody else sitting around and talking, the Freelancers looked up like deer in headlights. There may have been klaxons.
479 said, “Hey guys. What? I’m not here to say recess is over.”
"Nah, it’s fine," said York. "Settle down. Have some coffee."
"Don’t," said Connie from where she was sitting on the couch, apparently trying to prevent a slap-fight between Wash and South.
"It’s full of nanobots."
Wash said, “You’ve never seen us back here before, have you?”
"What do you think?"
"It’s…cozy." She looked around at the dark-colored walls. "Could do with some windows, though. I like to know what direction to go if I need to leave."
"You don’t sleep in a Pelican," South snapped.
"How do you know?"
"We don’t," North mused, and smiled at the pilot. "You never invite us."
"I think that’s the first time she’s ever been speechless," York laughed.
"Hey." 479 put one hand on her hip and pointed at him with the other. "I’m not here to entertain you while you eat chips and play video games like a bunch of teenagers."
"What are you here for?" South asked, not unkindly.
"Um…eat chips and play video games?"
"Welcome." Carolina patted the floor next to her. "Take a seat."
Does anyone have a GIF/photoset of the twins from the very end of the season ten DVD, after the credits? Because I think that was my favorite scene in the whole season and someone who can needs to assure that it exists in tumbl-able form.
Everyone is worried about fighting a losing battle against the aliens, against the Resistance, worried about following the orders of the Director, about fighting his battles for him.
CT’s fighting a losing battle against people who don’t even know enough to save themselves. [ AU - Complete ]
Posted the whole thing finally. I know some of the formatting is messed up- didn’t catch that til I copy/pasted, and now I’m gonna go through and fix it. Ahhhh, AO3 why baby I treat you so nice. :(
This is a good fic and everyone should read it.
-Theta? what’s wrong-…you can’t sleep?
-Theta. You’re hugging your skateboard. That usually means you’re scared.
-It’s okay, little buddy. Let’s go for a walk in the hallway.
North and Theta, I, it’s just so cool for him to be acting toward this half-living construct as if it’s human, because Theta feels that he’s human too. <3