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doctorkilljoy: Ad Astra
REC: Centuries into the future, the Third Wave of Space Exploration is well underway. Frank, Gerard, and Grant are all members of an expedition exploring an alien planet. This is such a wonderful space AU. I love everything about the exploring of the planet, so many fascinating animals and plants! I also really like the characterisations and the relationships dynamics. So far it's my favourite BBB story this year. (2016-10-02)
QUOTE: "This is likely unnecessary, but I did promise an introduction. Gerard, this is Frank Iero, the pilot responsible for bringing me the data I showed you. Frank, this is Gerard Way, my teaching assistant and colleague."
"I'm not really a colleague," said Gerard. "I'm still working on my dissertation."
"You're getting a doctorate?" Frank asked.
"Yeah. That way I can run my own expedition. Most universities won't let you run one without a PhD." Gerard explained.
"Holy shit, good for you!" Frank exclaimed, and he meant it. Gerard beamed at him.
"We have some business to attend to," Grand said, and gestured for them both to be seated. Once they were, he said, "I've made some progress since we last spoke."
"Okay, hit me." Frank leaned back in his chair and listened.
"We still don't have a team, beyond the three of us, but I have a few leads. Including funding and preservation."
"We'd need lawyers filing paperwork to make sure that companies like Delta Corp can't sneak up on us and jump our claim," Gerard explained to Frank. "So they'll be fighting for us in court while we prove the planet fits all the criteria for further scientific study."
"Which I've been informed shouldn't be too difficult," said Grant.
"How long do we have to prove it?"
"Three months after our initial landing."
"Shit." That didn't sound long to Frank.
"Nah, it's good. Like two plant samples, one water sample and a live animal should be enough," Gerard said to him.
"Okay. But let's say one of those companies decides to say fuck it and ignore the legal mumbo jumbo. It's not like we can fix it once they start tearing the place apart."
"There are defenses for cases like that." Grant pursed his lips together, as though he were thinking. "We can make the planet safe, and make sure that people who aren't supposed to be there, aren't there."
Frank nodded. "Okay. So what's next?"
"I'm working on assembling a crew, as I said. At least for our first trip," Grant replied. "And we're missing a few key players."
"Do you know any doctors that would be good for this?" Gerard asked. Grant looked at him and Gerard mumbled sheepishly, "Doesn't hurt to ask."
"You're right." Said Grant. "I'm ashamed I didn't think of it first. Frank, is there anyone?"
Frank shook his head. "All the people I know who work in engineering or medical are at Delta Corp. And I wouldn't recommend any of them even if they weren't."
"Damn," Grant murmured. "I have a lead on another scientist we can invite, but what we need a mechanic and a doctor."
"Oh! Actually I have a mechanic in mind!" Gerard reminded Grant. "I've got a meeting set up. And Mikey's still looking for doctors who fit the criteria you gave me."
"Mikey's helping?" Frank asked, surprised.
"Yeah. He still knows a billion more people than I do."
"And we can trust him, which in this early stage is very important," Grant concluded.
Frank nodded. "Yeah, that works. What else you gotta do besides all that?"
"I'll be looking at ships in a few weeks," said Grant. "As you'll be the primary pilot, I'd like you to come with me."
"You want me to help you pick out a ship?" Frank asked. He couldn't have been more surprised, since no one of Grant's status had ever taken his opinion seriously before. (55,580 words)
author:doctorkilljoy  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Comics.RPS  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:research  activity:exploring  beings:animals.others  beings:Grant.Morrison  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:polyamory  condition:injury  occupation:pilot  occupation:scientist  occupation:explorer  relationship:UST  relationship:poly  smut:blowjob  smut:fucking  smut:threesome  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  geography:UK:Scotland  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  band:Cobra.Starship  band:Gym.Class.Heroes  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pairing:Frank/Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Frank/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pov:Frank  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  challenge:2016.BBB  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2016-09  recced:2016-10  pairing:Gabe/Victoria/Travis(secondary)  !!FAVOURITE.FIC 
october 2016 by turlough
NikkTheHuman: Drifting
REC: Great work. Love his expression and body language. (2016-02-07) This is such a great work. Gerard's posture and face really shows how he's feeling and I love how protective and fierce the cats are looking. (2016-04-13)
INFO: Coloured art of Gerard.
artist:nikkthehuman  fandom:Bandom  beings:animals.cats  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Gerard.and.the.Hormones  !meta:rec:art  posted:2016-01  recced:2016-02  !!FAVOURITE.ART 
april 2016 by turlough
fleurdeliser & tuesdaysgone: Looking for Satellites
REC: Alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. I haven't been in the mood to read longer stories in quite some time and though I have a very soft spot for space AUs it's been on my to-read list for quite some time. I finally got round to reading it this week and I'm glad I did. It's a very nice story. The space station culture is quite intriguing and so is Gerard's species. And I really liked the way the telepathy sex was written - very intimate and overwhelming. (2014-06-29)
QUOTE: He stepped into the embassy gardens and took a deep breath. The nice thing about living on a space station was that there were always fragrant flowers from around the galaxy blooming. He made his way to his favorite secluded bench and saw someone sitting there already.
It took a moment because the shaggy hair and clothing were different, but he recognized the Oraculan trader, Gerard Way.
"The headache wasn't on purpose, I promise," Gerard said without waiting for a formal greeting. Grant raised an eyebrow. Gerard looked befuddled. "I was actually shielding. You said that, and I noticed Ambassador Beneti wasn't there, so I stopped."
"And my headache went away," Grant finished.
"And I got one," Gerard said with a grimace.
"So you've come to assure me that you've paid the telepathic price?" Grant asked, studying him with interest.
"No. I was curious as to why, actually. Do you have this problem with Ambassador Beneti?"
"Not that I've noticed," Grant answered.
"Hmm," Gerard said.
"Well, I suppose that's probably not much of an indicator. If he's been using anything other than his own will and skill to block all the voices, he probably wouldn't have an effect on you anyway."
"What are you saying?" Grant asked slowly. "That I'm -"
"Well, telepathically sensitive, of course," Gerard replied. "I can tell; didn't you know?"
"I can't say that I did. My primary exposure to your people had been Beneti, the woman who I use as a tailor, and another who was... decidedly not shielded. I was mostly telling a joke at the expense of your conspicuously absent ambassador," Grant replied. "Your little experiment with shields, your headache... Suddenly dropping shields in a packed room would do that, wouldn't it?"
"You're trying to convince me I'm making it up," Gerard replied. It was not a question.
"Consider it skepticism and a request for more evidence," Grant said.
"If I had more evidence, I'd give it to you. It was just an idle observation." He said it perfectly calmly, but Grant wasn't sure.
"Unlike you, I have no way to know if you're lying to me."
"Maybe you do," Gerard replied obstinately. "Telepathic talent is so often written off as something else - charisma, instinct." He stopped talking and cocked his head to the side. "I do want to hear about that other Oraculan you've known."
Grant laughed. "That story is such a cliche, I rarely tell it. I was newly traveling the galaxy from Earth and met an Oraculan on my first space station stop."
Gerard's lips twitched. "And? Actually, let's do a test. I'll put up my shields and you can tell the story with a few key details missing, that no one could guess. And then with your permission, I'll touch your hand and fill in what you left out."
"Don't you think that's a bit unnecessary?" Grant didn't have the time to spend his precious free time doing parlor tricks with an Oraculan. Even a pretty one.
"I... probably," Gerard admitted. "I just find the fact that you had a headache when I was shielding and not the other way around fascinating." That confession went further toward convincing Grant that Gerard was telling the truth than anything else.
"It could be a stress headache," Grant pointed out.
"Let's just do this one experiment, please," Gerard replied. (25,850 words)
author:fleurdeliser  author:tuesdaysgone  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  activity:bartering  beings:Grant.Morrison  beings:aliens  beings:aristocrats  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:esp:telepathy  concept:sobriety  occupation:ambassador  occupation:trader  relationship:poly  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Mindless.Self.Indulgence  pairing:Gerard/Grant.Morrison(primary)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(secondary)  pov:Gerard  pov:Grant.Morrison  +length:long.20k-50k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-12  recced:2014-06 
july 2014 by turlough
akamine_chan: Shadow of a Damaged Heart
REC: Gerard and Helena knew that the Dark was dangerous but it was still a shock when they got the mayday from Mikey and Bunny Marie. This is really great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the characterisation of Gerard and his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena. And the way his growing attachment to Frank is written. (2013-09-08) This is such a great space AU. The worldbuilding is wonderful and so skillfully done. I love the careful attention to detail and how unobtrusively and effortlessly the writer weaves together the different elements into a coherent whole. I also have great love for the characterisation of Gerard, his complicated relationships with Mikey and with Helena, and his growing attachment to Frank. (2013-11-21)
QUOTE: He listened to the mayday twice before Mikey's words started to sink in through the numbness.
"Gee, I'm hoping when you get this, Bunny Marie will be powered down and I'll be in stasis. We hit something, I don't -" The signal faded out, and then back in with a burst of static. "-bably got too close to a patch of dark matter, took out the engines. Gonna deploy the emergency ion ramscoop -" There was a loud explosion in the background, the sound of metal tearing. "Fuck," Mikey said. "There went the aux magsail."
Mikey's voice was calm, almost bored, but Gerard knew that meant that he was trying not to panic. There was a screeching whine, interference of some sort, cutting across what Mikey was saying. "-rie can hold things together, you and Helena just need to come and find us."
There was a long pause, and if Gerard concentrated, he could hear faint beeping in the background as Bunny Marie struggled to minimize the damage. Gerard knew every system alarm a ship could make, and by the sounds of it Bunny Marie was leaking fuel and heat into cold space. She was fighting fruitlessly to dampen the vicious spin they'd picked up from the collision as well.
It was bad.
"Gonna divert power to boost our location and trajectory signal. Come and find us, big brother." Mikey swallowed audibly, and Gerard was distantly glad that Bunny Marie hadn't had the power for a vid signal. Hearing the fear in Mikey's voice was bad enough. Seeing it on Mikey's face would have killed him.
Another crackle of static, then "- love you, Gee."
The transmission ended with a hiss of white noise, and Gerard realized he was breathing fast, almost panting, teeth clenched against the scream that was trapped in his throat. *Mikey Mikey Mikey -.*
Helena's presence brushed against him, confused and scared, and Gerard consciously relaxed his hands, ignoring the little bloody half-moons dug into his palms. He didn't have time for hysteria, every moment that passed decreased the chances of finding Mikey and Bunny Marie. They had to start *now*. (16,460 words)
author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:rescue  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  beings:animals.dogs  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:quest  things:Gerard'  things:memories  occupation:particle.hunter  occupation:mechanic  relationship:brothers  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:blowjob  smut:handjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  band:My.Chemical.Romance  challenge:2013.BBB  +length:medium.10k-20k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-09  recced:2013-09 
september 2013 by turlough
ellen_fremedon: The Scourge of Trion
REC: This is a fabulous story. It's well-written and well-plotted and the way the elements from both the new and the old show is mixed in worked perfectly for me despite not being a fan of New Who at all. Turlough has always been my favourite of the Doctor's companions and I absolutely love the way he's written here. He's exactly like I can imagine him being after ten years back on Trion. I also really love this Sarah Jane. And the Brigadier! It's such a long and glorious and all-round satisfying story. (2011-03-05)
QUOTE: The day the freighter returned to Great Trion, on its first Terra run since that world's sudden vanishment and equally sudden reappearance, Turlough made a point of closing the office on the bell of evening. It didn't do to let one's employer think one couldn't handle matters in her absence without late nights and such fuss; and if he tracked the ship's berthing from his flat's comms - if he took home a sheaf of work, specs for the Trion asteroid docks and timelines for rebuilding the Terran factories - no one needed to be any the wiser.
Nor did anyone need to know how late he stayed up to get through it all, when every mention of the Terran catastrophe set up a refrain in his head: Daleks. Daleks. Daleks. He barely slept, and what sleep he had was full of old dreams he had tried hard to forget.
But he came in early next morning all the same, though not early enough to beat Despina in. She was pacing her usual circuit, from open glass door to narrow balcony to terminal screen and back, dictating to the computer in full view of the bustling court below and the windows of the Ministerium on its other side.
He returned all his files to their places, made tea for them both, and perched on her empty desk to drink his. "So, what did you bring me from Earth?"
She peered down her slender nose at him. "If you'd stopped in your office before your tea break, you'd know."
"Aside from the crate of magazines. And the two hard drives. You know, they make them more than twice that size now; you could bring me the fashion blogs and the money blogs on one."
"And fill the space with another pound of cargo? I hope you haven't talked tea prices up that high - it won't pay, not in the long term." She sipped her own for punctuation, her face a perfect blank.
"Oh, but it will - in my improved performance and loyalty." He got a hint of a smile out of that.
"No doubt." Despina skimmed a hand into a pocket that couldn't have held even a tea bag without ruining the line of the suit - and it still amazed him the things he noticed now, reading fashion mags for a living - and produced a chit for a cargo lockup. "Go down to the landing docks and see to the offloading; your bonus is clearly labeled." She looked from his cup hand to his saucer hand and laid the chit down on her desk. "But do finish your tea first." He did, and she watched him drink it, arching blond eyebrows. "You could ask for something else next quarter, you know. Surely tea wasn't all you developed a taste for on Earth."
"Oh - the Times crossword. You know, it's very hard to plan for the British market when you bring me so little British media."
"My plans are on a grander scale than that," she chided. "Are none of your tastes? No grand designs?"
He swirled the sodden leaves in his cup. "I was living there as a schoolboy, you know."
"Mmm. In my experience, schoolboy habits are the hardest to break."
Turlough dropped the cargo chit into his own pocket, making sure Despina noticed that he'd followed her advice and got himself a new suit. "And your generous salary lets me satisfy the rest of my schoolboy tastes on my own, thank you." (94,280 words)
author:ellen_fremedon  fandom:Doctor.Who  fandom:Torchwood  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  beings:tractators  companion:Vislor.Turlough  companion:Sarah.Jane.Smith  companion:Brigadier.Lethbridge-Stewart  doctor:5th  doctor:10th!  occupation:spy/secret.agent  occupation:businessman  occupation:politician  relationship:friendship  smut:fucking  smut:handjob  smut:frottage  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:alien.planet  setting:office  things:Tardis  things:memories  geography:UK  geography:Europe:France  pairing:Tenth.Doctor/Vislor.Turlough(primary)  pairing:Fifth.Doctor/Vislor.Turlough(past)  pov:Vislor.Turlough  pov:Sarah.Jane.Smith  pov:Jack.Harkness  +length:long.50k-100k  !meta:rec:fic  recced:2009-10  recced:2011-03  master:Simm  geography:myth.Gallifrey  geography:myth.Trion 
august 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Trouble (Space 'verse 2)
REC: THIS STORY HAS BEEN INCORPORATED INTO 'Shadow of a Damaged Heart'. Frank knows trouble when he sees it. Another glimpse from the same space AU as 'I've Been Asleep For A Long Time'. It's a fascinating universe and I'm really looking forward to seeing more of it and finding out the answers to the questions these two stories have raised. (2013-03-24)
QUOTE: Helena is unique and it doesn't take much for Frank to fall in love with her. She's coy about how *she* feels, and when she leads Frank through the twisting passageways to her room, he doesn't question her motives, and doesn't hesitate, eagerly following the path she sets.
The door slides open and Frank peers in, eyes growing wide. She is beautiful, a glowing green-blue pool of liquid crystal cels, a third generation Terranova-class memory array coupled with a bank of quantum processors. [...]
Frank feels, for the first time, the tickle of her presence in the back of his mind. (399 words)
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author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Space.verse  activity:kidnapping  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:artificial.intelligence  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03 
march 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: I've Been Asleep For A Long Time (Space 'verse 1)
REC: THIS STORY HAS BEEN INCORPORATED INTO 'Shadow of a Damaged Heart'. It's cold when Gerard wakes and the ship's air is dry and musty. A wonderful little glimpse from space AU I would love to see more of some day. (2013-03-17)
QUOTE: "Lights," he says, his voice scratchy from disuse. The fluoros slowly brighten, casting a warm glow throughout the ship, imitating sunlight. He hasn't felt the warm touch of the sun on his skin in a very long while.
The chronometer flashes and he counts the years in his head; too many. Too fucking many.
Gerard is tired, body worn from long stretches of stasis as Helena slowly follows the search pattern they programmed so long ago, he and his ship. (255 words)
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author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:action/adventure  universe:Space.verse  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:cryo.sleep  relationship:brothers  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-03  recced:2013-03 
march 2013 by turlough
akamine_chan: Like Stars Tattooed Across My Heart
REC: A sweet little marriage of convenience space AU with fascinating worldbuilding. I love the way Aka can create a whole rich universe with just a few sentences. (2013-02-03)
QUOTE: Frank woke with a painful crick in his neck, still sitting up against the wall. Gway was sound asleep, snoring softly, head cradled in Frank's lap. There was a damp spot on Frank's thigh, where Gway had drooled at some point. "Ugh," he mumbled.
He didn't even remember falling asleep. Gway had managed to coax Frank's life story out of him, listening like he was actually interested in what Frank had to say, his eyes bright.
Being the focus of Gway's attention made Frank feel uncomfortable. Traders tended to be flamboyant, bohemian wanderers, far beyond the understanding of regular working folk like Frank. They had their own close-knit culture, their own language, and lived for the art of the deal.
Frank was so out of his depth it wasn't even funny. He had no family, no home, no future.
"Stoppit," Gway murmured. "You're thinking too loud and my head hurts."
Hesitantly, Frank touched Gway's hair, petting him.
Gway hummed a little. "I run a ship," he said. "A modified SK Duo."
Frank arched an eyebrow. "Crew?" A regular SK Duo usually had four, a sleek little trader, fast lines and smaller holds.
Shaking his head, Gway looked at Frank upside down. "Modified," he said again. "Runs with two, all the extra space converted to cargo holds. She's not fast, but she's steady, the Ghost."
"Who's your partner, then?" Frank couldn't help but wonder if Gway crewed with a wife, husband, lover, friend. When you spent long stretches of time on a ship, travelling from port to port, you didn't stay strangers for long. Ship mates usually became more, friends, lovers, enemies.
"M'brother," Gway said, with a smile. "But he left to get married, and I've been running solo ever since."
"Ah." Frank really had no idea why Gway was telling him all of this, as fascinating as it was.
"The thing is, I could use some help. Soloing is harder than I thought it was. And the cargo holds are a mess; I need someone to organize them, establish an orderly system, keep my habit of stockpiling odds and ends under control." Gway leaned his head into Frank's hand, and Frank went back to running his fingers through the red strands of hair.
"Did you try an ad on the Port network? There's usually plenty of people looking for work -"
"Frank," Gway huffed. "You're being deliberately obtuse." (2,980 words)
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author:akamine_chan  fandom:Bandom  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff!  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:trader  relationship:marriage  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:prison  setting:alien.planet  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pov:Frank  challenge:2013.No.Tags  +length:short.1k-5k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2013-01  recced:2013-02 
february 2013 by turlough
annemaris: A Home In Our Heartland
REC: Life isn't easy for a werewolf in space. Things are easier at the new station but Frank is still struggling. This was such a lovely story. The universe is fascinating - even without the addition of werewolves! - and the way they are written is such a neat twist to the usual trope. I also really liked the lowkey and everyday mood of the story and the ordinariness of the characters. (2012-07-08)
QUOTE: "So, Frank," Ray says. "You left in such a hurry before. I was wondering, where are you from?"
Frank contemplates whether it'd be worse to tell them he came here from ZP-01 or reveal where he's originally from. He decides the safest option is probably, "Uh, well. I grew up on Earth."
He can feel Gerard go tense by his side, and then Mikey says, surprised, "Us too. Me and Gee and Ray."
Frank glances at Gerard and sees him looking back, brow furrowed, like he's considering something. It sets Frank's teeth on edge. He looks back at Mikey. "Yeah?" he asks.
Mikey nods slowly. "Yeah, we're from New Jersey."
Frank breathes in shakily. "Me too."
He can't remember the last time he met someone from Earth. Then again, no one likes admitting it, or, even if they do, no one talks about it at length. If you're from Earth there's a good chance you're in space now because of the Wars. People still don't really talk about the Wars.
"Wait," Brendon says. "You're from the same area and you never met?"
Mikey shifts his attention from Frank to Brendon. "It's not that strange, it was a pretty large state. Even if we were from nearby towns..." He shrugs. "There were a lot of people in Jersey."
"Oh," Brendon says. "Yeah, I'm from PO-9. It seemed like everyone knew each other there." His voice takes on a different quality, almost nostalgic, but not quite. Frank notices Mikey put a hand around Brendon's waist.
He looks back at Gerard. "So, uh, how long have you guys been here?"
"Right after the Wars," Gerard says. "We, me and Mikey, were the youngest of our pack and they - well, the ones who were left - sent us off as soon as they could."
Frank nods. A lot of kids got sent off then, as soon as space travel was more or less safe again and the people who had been hesitant before realized that maybe it would actually be less dangerous on the stations. They couldn't have been very old; Frank himself got sent off a year after the Wars and he was only seventeen then. His mom couldn't afford to send him off sooner.
If Mikey and Gerard and Ray got sent to DD-05 then their families must have been pretty well off, though. Frank got sent to ZP-01. It hadn't been so bad back then, but now... Well. People had good reasons not to say they were from there.
Gerard had also mentioned a pack - meaning that he and Mikey were already wolves back on Earth. Possibly even born wolves. Frank remembers hearing stories when he was younger, stories that there were monsters in space. Another reason why people were hesitant about the stations. They didn't mean the werewolves, not then - werewolves were an earth myth, not a part of all the aliens and weird creatures that people came up with. (35,640 words)
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author:annemaris  fandom:Bandom  activity:brawling  activity:transformation.animate  beings:werewolves  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:medication  concept:music  concept:art  concept:scent  concept:supernatural  condition:illness  condition:in.heat  things:memories  occupation:teacher  occupation:artist/designer  relationship:friendship  relationship:UST  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:bar/club  setting:shop  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  challenge:2012.BBB  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-07  recced:2012-07  concept:pack  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:Brendon/Mikey(secondary) 
july 2012 by turlough
jjtaylor: Space Looks a Lot Like New Jersey
REC: Since James got killed Gerard has pushed everyone except Mikey away. An absolutely wonderful space AU. The worldbuilding is fabulous, jjtaylor has such a deft hand with settings. Her worlds always feel so organic and coherent even when we only get to see bits and pieces of them. She also writes a wonderful Gerard. The story of his slow recovery of belief in himself and others is absolutely wonderful and completely heartwarming. Her Dewees is also totally awesome. He's so fantastically snarky and irreverent and absurd. An absolutely fabulous space AU! (2012-03-11) This is a fantastic story with first class worldbuilding. I love the way jjtaylor writes settings. Her worlds always feel so organic and coherent, even when we only get to see bits and pieces of them. The whole demolishing business and the reason for it is both fascinating and heartbreaking. I particularly love how unshiny this universe is. The way everything is worn and dented and mostly held together by hope and luck. Things Gerard no longer believes in, or at least believes he doesn't deserve. The story of his slow recovery of belief in himself, learning to look outside himself again and beginning to understand that he deserves to have friends and that he dares to let people close is absolutely wonderful and completely heartwarming. (2013-12-05)
QUOTE: The hologram flickers in front of Gerard as he's walking down the hallway and he stops, so startled he can't speak.
"The ship's losing air pressure, you're slowly suffocating and you're hallucinating me," Dewees says.
"Really?" Gerard asks, taking several deep breaths in.
"No," Dewees says. "I'm still just a hologram."
"Fuck you," Gerard says. "You're such an asshole."
"Your words hurt," Dewees says, and then he slaps his thigh and laughs. "Nah, who am I kidding. I'm dead! Nothing hurts anymore."
"I've got things to do, James, get out of my way."
"Touchy, touchy," Dewees says. "You know you can walk right through a hologram."
Gerard sighs and does just that. Dewees flickers out and a moment later, flickers back beside Gerard, as though they’re walking down the hallway together, except that Dewees' insubstantial feet don't quite touch the floor.
"Mikey's right, you know. You're sulking."
"I'm not fucking sulking," Gerard says. "This is just how I am."
"Sure," Dewees says. "This is who you were before the rescue of Infinity on High?"
"I don't want to talk about it."
"No," Dewees says. "You certainly don't. You hardly want to talk about anything with anyone. Not with your brother, not with your friends, not with Frank."
"What do you know about what I do and don't talk about with Frank?"
Dewees just shakes his holographic head. "Has he set foot off planet since you threw him off this tin can of a ship?"
"I didn't throw -"
"You did," Dewees says. "Everyone else is a lot nicer about it, trying not to hurt your feelings, trying not to make things worse, but I don't give a shit about worse. There is no worse for me, I'm already gone."
"Well that's the problem, isn't it!" Gerard says, "You're dead because of me."
"I'm dead because of an Associate gun, I'm pretty sure," Dewees says. "Unless the computer recorder got it wrong."
"How could it get it wrong, you built it! None of the tech you ever built went wrong. And now everything is shit."
"Are you saying that I'm perfect?" Dewees asks. "That the holographic prototype of myself I created as a scientific experiment in cyber-consciousness -"
"You said it was for sex games."
"Ok, fine, that the holographic prototype of myself I created as a scientific experiment to spice up sex games is a flawless copy?"
"You're just as ridiculous as you were when you were alive. Just as bothersome, too."
"Then what the hell are you whining about? If I'm as good dead as I am alive, then why are you such a sourpuss who chases off his friends?"
"I got you killed, James," Gerard says. "You can pretend that the hologram you is the same, but it's not."
"You're telling me," Dewees says. "Holograms can't eat and I've been craving sweet potato fries like crazy." (8,410 words)
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author:jjtaylor  fandom:Bandom  activity:salvage  activity:rescue  activity:gun.fights  concept:ordinary.lives  concept:artificial.intelligence  concept:char.death(past)  concept:war  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:rebel  occupation:pilot  occupation:mechanic  things:memories  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:breakup  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  band:Fall.Out.Boy  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.BRBB  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-03  recced:2012-03  beings:hologram  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  fic:source:fanart  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  condition:PTSD! 
march 2012 by turlough
doctor_jasley: Measured in Bleakness
REC: A nice space AU in which Gerard and Brendon gets stranded in a scientific impossibility. The relationship development is very well paced and I loved the oldschool science fiction plot and setting. (2012-02-12) I love the old school science fiction feel to the setting and plot of this story. The bleakness of the place their stranded in and their efforts at escape are so vividly realised. (2013-11-19)
QUOTE: When they finally make it out, Gerard has to blink several times. The landscape in front of them is flat, for miles and miles. In all directions. The only thing breaking up the monotony, is the massive quantities of debris, and warped metal, that peppers the flatness in massive puddles of broken ship parts and random bits of shattered-apart satellites.
It looks like a graveyard for space junk. Brendon breaks away from Gerard to circle the wreckage while Gerard stares.
"Whatever happened, it ripped a chuck out of the ship... or several."
Brendon's voice carries in the emptiness, but it sounds dead, listless, out here in the open. Gerard could have sworn that he had heard inflection in Brendon's voice while they were still trapped inside the ship. He takes one last look at the endless horizon line before shrugging and turning to find Brendon. His arm smarts from the motion. Gerard does his best not to pay attention to the pain.
He's alive. That's better than any other alternative. He can't see Mikey, or his parents, again if he's dead.
"Fuck, Gerard, I need your help. I can't open this shaft door alone. The locking system is dead so we have to break into it manually. I can't do it by myself with broken fingers, fuck."
The air around them is still and devoid of warmth. It's also absent of any chill. Gerard's idly thinking about the science fiction shows he and Mikey watched as teenagers while Brendon walks him through opening the shaft door when the door finally lurches forward, swinging open.
A body falls out, broken and very much dead, and lands at their feet. Brendon drops to his knees and Gerard fights not to throw up his breakfast from earlier. They take a minute to calm down before climbing up into the passageway.
Searching the fragment of the ship, doesn't turn up any survivors. Only more dead people. Apparently, they're the only two left alive, but it's a curious thing.
Most of the ship is nowhere to be found. There's just pieces of it wrecked, twisted up bodies littered amongst the debris, but the majority of the passengers, crew, and ship, just aren't here.
Gerard doesn't know what to make of it.
Eventually, they settle down next to the gutted-out ruins of an old deep-space telescope. Gerard passes out a rationed amount of the food and water they found while looking for survivors. Brendon sits next to him and doesn't touch his rations. (7,890 words)
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author:doctor_jasley  fandom:Bandom  activity:plane/vehicle.crash  concept:ordinary.lives!  condition:injury  occupation:artist/designer  occupation:mechanic  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2012.No.Tags  +length:medium.5k-10k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2012-02  recced:2012-02  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  pairing:Brendon/Gerard(primary) 
february 2012 by turlough
ladyfoxxx: untitled Killjoys ficlet
REC: The Tranz Am answers a distress call. A wonderful little glimpse from a Killjoys space AU. (2011-12-18)
QUOTE: "I don't think it's a BL sleeper." Mikey says, droll. The ship is about two decades older than the Tranz Am and from what Gerard can see on the viewer, the hull is a patchwork of mended metal. The chances of it surviving a re-entry look chancy.
"You never know." Gerard says stubbornly. He doesn't glance up at the green mask pinned to the wall with a knife through the eyehole, a reminder not to get caught out again. Trust no one.
"Look," Mikey says, muting the distress signal. "We can out run that piece of shit easy. If they really are in trouble we should try to help."
"You're such a fucking boy scout." Gerard says, but he puts the scrambler on and answers the call.
The image that buzzes into view on the screen is a guy about their age, or older, with a wild mane of frizzy hair. He's not wearing white, and the interior of the ship - what they can see of it - looks as rough and dilapidated as the exterior. (399 words)
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author:ladyfoxxx  activity:bartering  beings:kids  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:dystopia  concept:rebellion  condition:illness  occupation:rebel  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  +length:short.-1k  !meta:rec:fic  posted:2011-12  recced:2011-12  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  universe:Danger.Days 
december 2011 by turlough
snarkydame: Catching Pieces of a Fallen Sky
REC: Ray and Frank are the only survivors of the Jersey Queen, an independent freighter hit by pirates. In the chaos, the doomed ship took a blind jump through the hyperways, leaving them stranded in a dark and lonely quadrant of space. Mikey and Gerard are the last remaining crew of a legendary "ghost" ship, the Ravenkroft, which has been lost for the fifty years since the War that Broke the Stations. I have a big weakness for space AUs and this is one of the best I've read in a very long time. It's got absolutely fantastic worldbuilding - you *believe* in this universe. Believe that it has a coherent structure and history, you just don't know them yet. It also has excellent characterisations - I particularly like the way Mikey and Gerard's relationship is written. What really stands out for me in this story however, is the mood and atmosphere. There's a bittersweet, almost lyrical quality to large parts of the story. It's heartbreaking but not tragic and at the end you feel that there's real hope for them all. (2011-09-11) This is one of those stories I return to again and again. Part of its appeal is the worldbuilding. The writer has created such a wonderfully tangible and believable universe. The descriptions of space and space travel are particularly outstanding. The other part of the appeal this story has for me is the bittersweet, almost lyrical quality of the mood and atmosphere. It's heartbreaking but never tragic and there's real hope for the characters in the end. (2013-12-05)
QUOTE: "Want to try the 'ways again?" he asked. They took to the hyperways sometimes, when the silence of normal space got too oppressive. Before, the 'ways had been a necessary ordeal, something to endure with tranquilizers and restraints. Now, they were... still very weird. But interesting. He could feel them, in ways that he found hard to describe, like strange music thrumming under his skin. Gerard said it was like hearing colors, like sending themselves through a prism - a rainbow of sound and sensation. [...]
"Where should we go? It's been a long time since we went toward inhabited space. Might be nice to see the lights."
"Last time, we jumped right into a Gunner fleet. We almost got penned in." All those scarlet ships, bright as a school of lethal fish in the light of a blue giant star. It had been blinding - he still brought up the image, sometimes, when space seemed especially dark.
"No way. They thought we were a ghost. You heard them, all 'arrgh' and 'aaahh' and 'Oh god, that's the Ravenkroft.'"
"And then they started firing and nearly took off the port stabilizer."
"Whatever. The bots repaired it."
"I almost think you enjoy being the boogie man, Mikey."
He tugged Gerard's arm a little closer around himself. Actually, he just remembered the hungry look in his brother's eyes when they heard other people's voices on the comms. But what he said was, "Sure I do. We're legends."
"Fucking right," Gerard said, but his smile was sad.
Mikey almost said something else, wanted to say something else, but the thought was wiped out of his head when the Ravenkroft's alarms started up - a startled, almost embarrassed yelp of sound.
Gerard shot to his feet, and Mikey felt him tense.
"Proximity alert." Gerard announced, as if he didn't already know. "The Gate's opening."
"Out here?" No one used these 'ways. They were old and scattered, and uselessly far from the shipping lanes. No one used them but the Ravenkroft. Other smugglers used to, but they hadn't come across any for years.
Gerard's eyes were closed, but the alarms had gone quiet, and the ship was broadcasting nothing but a vague curiosity, so Mikey knew they were out of reach.
"Huh," his brother said. "It's Viking class."
Mikey frowned. It was harder for him to 'see' with the ship's sensors than it was for Gerard. All he could tell was that it was a ship, a little smaller than the Ravenkroft, and running silent - the constant sub frequency radio broadcast proclaiming the ship's name and origins was missing.
"What are they doing?" he asked. Coming out of this Gate, silent - they were either smugglers, or drifting. If they were drifting...
Gerard's shoulders hunched a little. "Nothing. It's dying."
Mikey swallowed. Dying ships were part of space - a normal, horribly shitty part of space. It didn't always mean 'hopeless'. "We should see if there's any crew on board."
"No, Gerard." He kept his voice firm. Gerard would have dreams about that ship if they didn't investigate. So would he. "There might be survivors." (20,990 words)
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author:snarkydame  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:char.death(past)  concept:cyborg  concept:homelessness  concept:suicide  concept:violence  concept:war  condition:injury  occupation:smuggler  occupation:pilot  occupation:trader  things:memories  things:dreams  relationship:friendship  relationship:brothers  relationship:UST  smut:handjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pairing:Mikey/Alicia(past)  pairing:Gerard/Lindsey(past)  pov:Ray  pov:Mikey  challenge:2011.BBB  posted:2011-09  recced:2011-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Mikey/Ray(primary)  pairing:Frank/Gerard(secondary) 
september 2011 by turlough
theopteryx: Apastron
REC: The absolutely fantastic sequel to 'Might I Have...'. I love the worldbuilding in this story. I always love space AUs but this gritty, dirty, incredible *tactile* world is seriously one of the best I've ever come across. I also love the characterisations of Frank and Gerard, the way they're exactly how I can imagine them being if they'd grown up in this universe. Their fucked up relationship, the trust issues they both have and how they struggle with them, the banter, and they way they're each other's *person* - I love it all so much. (2011-06-05)
QUOTE: "Fuck," Gerard said, helpfully. Frank spotted a guy in an old Slate gang jacket - slimy, connections everywhere, mostly in arms dealing - hurrying by them and grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him back.
"You got a way out of here?" Frank asked. The guy looked them over quickly, taking in Frank's bruised face and the holster half-hidden by the flap of Gerard's jacket.
"Fifty thousand," he said, and Frank barely managed not to snarl.
"That's bullshit, I could buy a fucking ship for -"
"Then buy a fucking ship. I'm selling you a ride," the guy said, starting to pull away.
"Fine," Gerard said, steady. "We're in. Let's go."
The guy just jerked his head forward and hurried back down the corridor. Gerard and Frank followed as best they could through the throng of people trying to get out of the way. It was only minutes, now, before the Joes got there.
"We don't have fifty thousand," Frank hissed at Gerard as they rounded another corner. "I mean, if you want to kill him to get on, I'll fucking do it, I'll shoot that fucker right in the fucking face -"
"We do have the money," Gerard said, hand at the small of Frank's back. "I got forty-five for the bricks."
"That's still -"
Gerard looked at him, and Frank's gut twisted, realization setting in hot and sharp. "So we'll have nothing, then," he said. "Your forty-five and my five for Rivera's head and we'll be left with fucking nothing."
"We'll have a ride," Gerard said, not looking at him, and Frank turned to look ahead, too, focused on pressing through the crowd ahead instead of how they were totally fucked, how Gerard should have just let him take him out, how, in the end, Frank had been totally fucking right, and they had needed the money. Fuck Gerard's code. Fuck it. (26,680 words)
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author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:drinking  activity:gun.fights  activity:hacking  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:stealing  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:violence  condition:injury  occupation:pirate  occupation:bounty.hunter  occupation:hacker/programmer  relationship:established  relationship:breakup  smut:handjob  smut:fucking  smut:blowjob  setting:spaceship/spacestation  setting:prison  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Frank  posted:2011-05  recced:2011-06  !meta:rec:fic  +length:long.20k-50k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary) 
june 2011 by turlough
theopteryx: Might I Have a Bit of Earth
REC: This is the space AU of my heart! I always like stories set in space but the worldbuilding of this makes it stand in a class of its own. It's a gritty, dirty, incredibly vivid and tangible universe and the characterisations of Gerard the space pirate, his brother Mikey, and Frank the stowaway/bounty hunter are both fantastic and heartbreaking. They're all exactly how I can imagine them being if they'd grown up in this universe. The world building is fantastic and the characterisations, particularly of Gerard, just about broke my heart with how much having grown up in this particular universe have changed them from the guys we know in ours. Don't miss the sequel, 'Apastron'. (2011-01-16)
QUOTE: Gerard hated space. Some people thought it was soothing, all that quiet, but it always just seemed to make things louder, like there was more room for the noise to stretch out. He barely remembered living on the planets, anymore. When he managed to dream, though, he always dreamed of suns, so many they filled the sky, burning his skin until he crumbled and turned to ash. He always woke up sweating. It was the only time he was warm on these fucking ships.
He shivered and pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. Mikey was passed out in the chair next to him, his body bent in weird ways to fit the lopsided seat. He’d always been good about sleeping anywhere, the fucker.
Gerard rubbed at his eyes and stared at the console. The ships the Joes were using had some crazy navigational system, totally different than the shit Gerard grew up on, but Gerard had taken enough of them over the years to figure them out. They just wanted to look complicated.
They had at least another few hours before they hit The Grit, and he wasn’t going to get any sleep this cycle. He left Mikey asleep in the chair but grabbed the bag by Mikey’s feet and set about sorting through it - singed in a few places where the Joes had got a few hits in on their way out, but mostly intact, and only some of the money’d been burned too much to use.
He paused. He hadn’t noticed back in the office, but Mikey’d nicked a couple of books from the foreman’s shelf. They were shoved at the bottom of the bag and one of them - The Secret Garden - had a dark streak across the spine from one of the blasts.
Gerard awkwardly brushed some of the dirt off the front cover. There was a girl in red on the cover, almost completely faded away, and there was green all around her, practically choking the corners of the drawing. It was an old copy, and cracked when he opened it. It *smelled* like a book, and Gerard had to resist pressing it against his face and just inhaling. He only vaguely remembered the story - something Elena had read to him, once, back when there were suns.
He had a lot of time to kill before they hit the airspace. Gerard couldn’t help but check over his shoulder before he wiped his palms on his pants and picked up the book and flipped to the first page. (14,470 words)
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author:theopteryx  fandom:Bandom  activity:gun.fights  activity:killing/murder  activity:rescue  activity:stealing  concept:ordinary.lives!  concept:violence  condition:injury  condition:insomnia  things:dreams  occupation:pirate  occupation:bounty.hunter  relationship:brothers  smut:blowjob  smut:finger.fucking  smut:fucking  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2011.No.Tags  posted:2011-01  recced:2011-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:medium.10k-20k  fic:category:het  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:action/adventure  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Frank/Gerard(primary)  pairing:MIkey/Alicia(secondary) 
january 2011 by turlough
frausorge: Through Broad Streets and Narrow
REC: Mikey is changing. A lovely little science fiction AU. I was afraid it would end sadly but I needn't have worried. Of course it couldn't end any other way than it does. (2010-09-05)
QUOTE: When Gerard came out of sleep, Mikey was already awake. He was standing next to the nav console, extending and flexing his arm, and when Gerard focused on it, he could see more of the arm was different now, its motion less smooth, less even. "The change progressed," he said.
"It is progressing," Mikey answered.
Mikey had rebuilt Gerard before, when Gerard broke down, and Gerard had done the same for Mikey, but he didn't know what to do now.
"Should I test the extent of it?"
"Okay," Mikey said.
So Gerard slid out his scanner and ran it along Mikey's arm, up to the curve of his neck and down along the back of his shoulderblade. He recorded the temperature and density and all the other data he could register, and then used them to plot the location where the metal and oil and plastoderm gave way to the unfamiliar. But there was nothing to do with that information except store it.
Mikey hadn't turned back around to face him. "Mikey?" Gerard said.
"That - felt," Mikey said.
"Like what?" Gerard asked. But Mikey only shook his head. (1,180 words)
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author:frausorge  fandom:Bandom  activity:transformation.animate  beings:robots  concept:ordinary.lives!  relationship:established  relationship:Waycest  setting:alien.planet  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Gerard  challenge:2010.Kink.Bingo  posted:2010-08  recced:2010-09  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:category:slash  fic:genre:angst  fic:genre:AU  !!FAVOURITE.FIC  pairing:Gerard/Mikey(primary) 
september 2010 by turlough
novembersmith: These Aren't The Droids You're Looking For
REC: Star Wars AU in which Patrick is a music teacher/café owner and Gerard an atypical Jedi. This is an absolutely delightful story with music as the central theme. The Gondwana saplings and their music lesson are absolutely fabulous - at once fascinatingly alien and heartwarmingly sweet. Patrick himself is wonderfully snarky and sarcastic and I love the sharp and funny interplay between him and Gerard. And Gerard is perfect as the enthusiastic and unconventional Jedi Knight. (2010-01-17)
QUOTE: Patrick gritted his teeth. "Look, Gerard. I don't know what the hell they told you, but I'm serious, I have no interest in becoming a Knight. I'm too old for the training, and I don't agree with their methods anyway. It's too rigid, it's too judgmental, it's not me. I don't want to impose order. I just want to make music."
"Awesome," Gerard said agreeably, nodding. "I totally agree."
"And also, what the fuck is up with - what?"
"I agree," Gerard repeated, amused. "A lot of things about the Jedi Order totally suck balls. And I wasn't lying, earlier. I really didn't know you were here."
"Oh," Patrick said, nonplussed. He sat down in one of the barstools. Well, fuck. "So, uh. Then why are you here?"
The Knight abruptly looked a bit shifty.
"Just stopping by," he said airly. "Hey, did I read your menu right? Do you really have non-synthetic White Chai?"
"Wow, you are a terrible liar," Patrick drawled, impressed and offended all at once. "Now I believe you when you said you didn't know I was here. Look, keep your Jedi secrets, I'm really not all that interested -"
"It's not that," Gerard protested, and then heaved a huge sigh. "Fine, fucking fine. So, I'm kind of new at the Knight thing, right?" Patrick had no trouble believing this. "And the Council sends me in to see if there's a new smuggling ring starting up on Taurus Five, and, well, I thought they were giving me a milk run, you know, my first mission and all. But. Well."
"Well?" Patrick said, starting to suspect where this story was going. He'd heard something about Taurus Five. (3,700 words)
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author:novembersmith  fandom:Bandom  fandom:Star.Wars  beings:robots  beings:aliens!  concept:music  concept:ordinary.lives  occupation:teacher  occupation:jedi.knight  setting:spaceship/spacestation  band:Fall.Out.Boy  band:My.Chemical.Romance  pov:Patrick  challenge:2010.No.Tags  posted:2010-01  recced:2010-01  !meta:rec:fic  +length:short.1k-5k  fic:category:gen  fic:genre:AU  fic:genre:fluff  fic:genre:fusion  fic:source:movie  concept:esp:general  occupation:barista/bartender/waiter  setting:café/diner/restaurant 
january 2010 by turlough

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