|Misha needs to play the next Doctor.|
Not Enemies TonightTony Stark stood in his apartment on the top floor of Stark Tower and checked his watch, eight fifty-nine PM. He had had only one minute to wait until his guest arrived. He poured himself a scotch on the rocks while he waited; he was wearing his metal bands to summon his Iron Man suit when the moment was ready. It was dark outside and light pollution had blotted out the stars, but where he was taking his guest he only needed the stars for light. A sound of glass breaking took his attention, his guest had arrived and on time too.Not Enemies Tonight by ~MischiefLokiReviews
"There is a door you know," Tony remarked to his guest, he looked up and smirked a little. "And was the fancy helm
One Hell of a Morning - Jensen/MishaJensen rolled around uncomfortably, his bed moaning and groaning more than usual. The alarm blared in his ear signaling it was time for work. He slammed his fist on the snooze button. Then he noticed the presence of something small and warm pressing into his lower back. Knowing he hadn't gone home with anyone the night before, he shifted slightly, wondering what it was. Well whatever it was groaned in pain at that. Jensen shot up and leapt out of his bed, turning around quickly. There was... nothing. No one was there. Hesitantly he smacked his hand down where his back had been.One Hell of a Morning - Jensen/Misha by ~kradamluv918
"OWWWW!!!" whatever it was yelled. It almost sounded like...
Broken Wings - Part 2Broken Wings - Part 2 by ~kradamluv918
I watched him play that violin for some time, creating sweet yet strained beauty with that instrument.
"Sherlock?" I called, hoping to get him to talk.
"What?" he responded, not taking his eyes off the violin.
"What is it that needs to happen for your wings to not be removed?" His fingers slipped on the strings, the violin emitting a screech. He set it down and turned to me.
"Why?" he eyed me suspiciously.
"I want to help you," I responded. Sherlock snorted indignantly.
"Yeah, like you would. You wouldn't be able to help even if I did tell you." He turned around and stormed into the kitchen. I followed him.
"It depends on what it is."