Fic Master List
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Hey everybody, I think I've finally written enough fic to merit posting one of these.  Just a list of the fics and fanvids I have posted so you can get to them more easily.  

Fandoms Included
  • Vampire Diaries (Damon/Mason, Damon/Alaric, Stefan/Klaus)
  • Justified (Raylan/Boyd, Raylan/Tim)
  • Sherlock (Mycroft/Lestrade, Sherlock/John)
  • IT Crowd (Moss/Roy)
  • White Collar (Neal/Peter)
  • Suits (Harvey/Mike)
  • Parks and Recreation (Ben/Chris)
  • Leverage (Eliot/Sterling)
  • LOST (Jack/Boone)
  • Grimm (Nick/Eddie)
  • The Social Network (Mark/Eduardo)
  • X-Men: First Class (Charles/Erik)
  • Inception (Arthur/Eames)
  • Brokeback Mountain (Jack/Ennis)
  • Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows (Holmes/Watson)
  • Avengers (Steve/Tony/Bruce)
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Every Time We Touch: 1/4
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Every Time We Touch
Fandom: Common Law
Wordcount: 2000 for this chapter
Pairing: Travis/Wes
Fic Summary: Dr. Ryan assigns the group the homework of finding new ways to touch their partners, and Travis makes it his personal mission to break through Wes' untouchable demeanor AKA 5 times Travis touched Wes + 1 time Wes touched Travis.

It was all Dr. Ryan's fault. That was Travis' story, and even LAPD's most skilled interrogators could not have compelled him to budge from it.

"Touch," she told them, in those honeyed, British tones of her, "is one of the most important tools in your possession for strengthening your bond with your partner. With that in mind, this week I want all of you to find new ways to touch your partner."

Wes' hand shot up with a speed Travis felt sure would have impressed even an Olympic sprinter.

"No, Wes, for the eighteenth time, you and Travis are not exempt from the homework assignment," she said, turning a cool gaze on him.

"Dr. Ryan," he said, gritting his teeth together in the way he always did when trying not to yell, "I am willing to admit that participating in some of your seemingly pointless 'homework assignments' has been surprisingly helpful in keeping Travis and me from each other's throats."

"But..." Dr. Ryan interjected, the patience in her tone only just concealing the steel lying beneath.

"Oh, can you really expect the two of us to go through with an exercise as obviously designed for actual couples as touching?!"

"Do you have a problem with touch, Wes?" Dr. Ryan asked, leaning forward and resting her chin in her right hand, all the while keeping her eyes fixed on Wes.

"Yes!" Wes exclaimed, before quickly course-correcting to, "No! I mean, Travis and I, we're not partners like that, so touching wouldn't be, er, appropriate."

"Touch goes much, much deeper than just romance, Wes," Dr. Ryan insisted. "To touch and be touched is a basic, human need - so basic that babies and young children can actually die, just from being deprived of touch."

"Well, I am not a baby, Dr. Ryan," Wes shot back.

"Really?" Travis couldn't help but interject with a smirk, "Cause you're sure acting like one right now."

"Oh, so you're telling me you're on board with Operation: Touchy-Feely?" Wes asked, crossing his arms skeptically.

"Sure, why not?" Travis replied with an easy grin designed specifically to irritate Wes. "I've got nothing to be afraid of."

"Afraid?" Wes demanded, directing his full irritation at Travis, "You think I'm afraid?"

Travis shrugged, raising his hands in a gesture intended to express, If the shoe fits...

"That...that is ridiculous," Wes insisted, crossing his arms again, this time defensively.

"Now, there's nothing to be ashamed of, son," Gary Dumont interjected, in an undoubtedly misguided attempt to help. "Lot of us guys have issues with intimacy."

"I do not have issues with intimacy, Gary," Wes hissed. "I just..." Wes trailed off, saved from finishing his thought by the buzzing in his pocket, echoed by the subsequent one in Travis'.

"Saved by the bell," Travis muttered, retrieving his own phone just as Wes gleefully announced, "Patrol found our suspect - gotta go!" and pulled Travis to his feet.

"Don't think this gets you out of anything, Wes," Dr. Ryan called out to their retreating backs, "I will be expecting a full report!"

Watching Wes single-mindedly pilot their car back to the station, Travis couldn't help but think about the way his partner had curled into his chair after he'd taunted him about being afraid. Had he stumbled upon some sort of buried secret? Was Wes actually scared of being touched?

The more Travis turned it over in his mind, the more it seemed to ring true - the hand sanitizer Wes was constantly applying; the way he shied away whenever Travis raised his hand for a high-five; the general air of unassailability he gave off at all times.

Well, then - if breaking through Wes' personal shields was his homework for the week, Travis supposed he was just going to have to go for it.

1. Travis figured he'd start slow and sneaky. Any attempt on his part to touch Wes would definitely prompt him to withdraw, and might even provoke suspicion. But if he tricked Wes into touching him...

"Okay, who's got my hand sanitizer?" Wes demanded to the station at large.

Travis watched him with amusement from the doorway of the break room. He'd give Wes a little while longer to stew before going in for the kill.

"Seriously, guys, who has it?" Wes inquired again, as the few people who had instinctively looked up on the off-chance anything interesting was going on returned their attention to their caseloads, disappointed.

After a considerable silence made it clear no one was going to acknowledge his question, let alone come forward, Wes attempted a change of tactics. "Okay, okay," he said, trying and failing to make his tone sound amused, "You got me! Great joke, you guys, honestly. But I do kinda have to have it back. Just put it on my desk, and we'll call it even."

Travis continued to watch, grin now firmly in place, as Wes strolled away from his desk in a way which he undoubtedly thought nonchalant, but was in reality painfully obvious. After a few minutes of no one going within five feet of his desk, Wes relinquished his position behind a pillar to make a second, rather less casual announcement.

"That's it - no more Mr. Nice Cop!" Wes shouted, swinging his arms out wildly and nearly knocking a stack of papers from the arms of a visiting stenographer, prompting him to immediately apologize and offer to personally escort her from the building - and thus completely negate his statement of seconds before - before finishing with, "If the hand sanitizer is not on my desk in ten seconds -"

Deciding this would be a very good time to put the plan into Phase 2, Travis wound his way around the bullpen until he was perched casually on the edge of his desk, conspicuously cleaning his stapler with Wes's hand sanitizer.

"You can not be serious right now," Wes hissed, a tremor of anger running through his voice.

"What?" Travis asked lightly, feigning total innocence. "You don't mind, do you? My stapler was looking a bit...grimy. Gosh, I figured you'd approve!"

"You are honestly telling me that you didn't hear me screaming for this for the past ten minutes?" Wes demanded, his left hand unconsciously clenching and unclenching itself into a fist.

"Oh, that was you?" Travis asked with a smile, "Hell, I just thought that was just the mindless ranting of some psych patient waiting to get transferred to County."

Both of Wes' fists were now permanently clenched, tightly enough, Travis noted, that his perfectly groomed fingernails were digging red, crescent moons into his palms. A twinge of guilt struck Travis then, but he mentally shook it off. After all, he reasoned, a little pain was surely a worthy price to pay for personal growth.

"Give. It. To. Me." Wes snarled, spitting out each word quickly and individually, as if he hated the sound of them on his tongue.

"Oh, this?" Travis inquired, gesturing toward the bottle of hand sanitizer as he rose from the desk and began to back slowly toward the break room. "No can do, I'm afraid, brother. Not when I know we've got a couple refrigerator magnets just begging for some sanitizing."

As he turned and made his way into the break room, Travis began to silently count down from five. To the credit of Wes' unpredictability - and speed - he only got to three before he felt something slam into him from behind.

Although Travis was able to extend his arms in front of him to break his fall, he was a little surprised to find one of them immediately twisted behind his back. "Hand it over, Travis," Wes threatened, his voice low and dangerous.

"You got some skills, man!" Travis exclaimed appreciatively - well, as appreciatively as he could manage considering Wes was actively cutting off his air supply - "Where'd you pick those up?"

"Wrestling team, high school," Wes said matter-of-factly, "Went all-state my senior year."

"Oh yeah, you see, we didn't have one of those," Travis said with feigned sadness, before elbowing Wes in the face with his other arm and using the advantage of surprise to flip their positions on the floor. "Just an after-school fight club. Weren't encouraged to wear those little unitards, though."

"Singlets," Wes corrected with as much dignity as he could muster, considering Travis was lying on top of him.

"Oh, there's an image," Travis said automatically, momentarily thrown off by the fact that imagining Wes in a wrestling uniform wasn't as funny as he'd initially thought it would be. Even more disturbing than that, it was actually kind of...

Travis was saved from having to finish that disquieting thought by Wes taking advantage of his distraction to strike at his left knee - still weak from a confrontation with a perp the week before - and regain the upper hand once again. "You have moves like those in your fight club?" he asked smugly, easily blocking all of Travis' subsequent attempts to reverse their positions.

"No, pretty sure the only guys with moves like that were on the dance squad," Travis teased, unable to hide how pleased he was that his plan was off to such an excellent start.

"Oh, I'll get you for that," Wes threatened, but Travis could see that his anger of moments before had completely dissipated, to be relaxed with something that on anyone else Travis would have identified as playfulness.

"Ah, but are you going to get this?" Travis taunted, raising the bottle of hand sanitizer above his head.

"Would you give it -" Wes exclaimed, lunging forward in an attempt to grab the bottle, "Travis!"

Travis just laughed and stretched his arm above his head as far as it could go, forcing Wes to extend himself fully over Travis' torso. As he continued to reach for the bottle, Wes' neck brushed against Travis' cheek, filling Travis' nostrils with a pleasant, minty scent Travis presumed to be his aftershave.

Travis kept the grappling going for nearly five more minutes by switching the bottle from hand to hand, with Wes abandoning any grip on the floor in favor of using both hands to try and grab it, until a voice from the doorway commanded both their attention.

"Mitchell! Marks!" The Chief barked, crossing his arms and tapping his toe loudly and emphatically on the floor, "What the hell is going on here?"

"Chief!" Wes exclaimed, glancing quickly from their boss to Travis as a look of horror spread quickly over his face. "I can explain!"

"No explanation necessary, Mitchell," the Chief said, the sharpness in his tone in his voice softening a bit, "I know from my time with Dr. Ryan just how much work maintaining a relationship can be."

"Oh God," Wes groaned, trying desperately to extricate himself from Travis, but only managing to make their position even more compromising as he insisted, "This isn't what it looks...I mean you know that we're not..."

"But that doesn't mean that I approve of these kind of shenanigans in my break room," he continued, treating Wes' interjection as if it hadn't happened as he settled on a tone of paternalistic sternness. "The fact is, boys, the workplace is simply not an appropriate location for working out these sorts of, um, domestic issues."

"Sorry, Chief," Travis interjected with a cheeky, but apologetic grin, cutting off Wes' incipient response, "Guess we got a little...carried away."

"Well, now, as much as I can certainly understand that," the Chief said, the hint of a smile playing on his lips, "that's still no excuse for letting it get in the way of your work. I trust you will understand that in future."

"Won't happen again, sir," Travis promised with a little salute, suppressing his grin until the Chief had departed from the room, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like, "I'll bet Burton and Taylor didn't pull this kind of bullshit on set."

"What the hell did you do that for?" Wes demanded, shoving Travis down as he quickly retrieved both his footing and his hand sanitizer.

"You know how the Chief is about couples' counseling," Travis said with a shrug. "Figured it was the easiest explanation for why we were rolling around on the floor together."

Travis was gratified to see a flush spread quickly up Wes' neck and onto his cheeks as he gestured vaguely to his bottle of hand sanitizer, muttered, "I have to go, um, sanitize this," and hurried from the room.

Travis chuckled a little to himself as he got slowly to his feet. This was going to be fun.


The New Normal: 1/3
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: The New Normal
Chapter Title: Tony
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Wordcount: 6000 for this chapter
Pairing: Tony/Steve for this chapter, (Tony/Steve/Bruce overall)
Fic Summary: In an attempt to cope with recent events, Tony, Bruce, and Steve find themselves taking comfort in each other and their own, new version of normal.  In which Tony finds relief from his nightmares, Bruce learns to control his ability, and Steve figures out how to belong.
Chapter Summary: Once Steve admits how he feels for Tony, he can help him cope with the nightmares that plague him after his long fall from space.  

As a child equally obsessed with science and getting into trouble, young Tony Stark spared no time in beginning his ongoing love affair with outer space. He was constantly imagining how many more adventures he could have if only his father would allocate the family's considerable resources to building him a rocket ship. Indeed, Howard Stark's refusal to indulge him in this whim had once resulted in six year-old Tony giving him the very cold shoulder for nearly a month.

Even when he was a little older and his ambitions slightly more realistic, Tony would still spend more evenings than not gazing through the telescope on his balcony, hoping to discover a new piece of the heavens to call his very own. After all, he figured, even if his father had already made it clear that he was not welcome in this corner of the world, there had to be another one out there somewhere with enough room for him.

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Walking on Thin Ice: 3/5
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Walking on Thin Ice
Chapter Title: Won't Stop
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Wordcount: 1500 for this chapter, 6000 total
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Fic Summary: After Lestrade breaks up with Mycroft for refusing to open up, it takes nine months and the supposed death of a detecting genius for them to find each other again. Alternative timeline and character study for Mycroft and Lestrade from pre-"Scandal in Belgravia" to "The Reichenbach Fall".
Chapter Summary: Mycroft has never had what anyone could reasonably qualify as a "good" Christmas, but even by his standards, this one felt exceedingly bleak.  Set around the morgue scene in "Scandal in Belgravia."  

December 25, 2010

There was little Mycroft hated more than the bleakness of his flat at Christmas. Not that there was anything shabby or run-down about it. On the contrary, the sleek, minimalist furnishings and state-of-the-art electronics were thrice weekly kept in a perpetual state of shine by an elderly Portugeuse woman named Marta.

She had been selected from a large pool of potential candidates for her work ethic, character, and, most importantly, discretion. Indeed, so effective was she that had it not been for the omnipresent sheen of polish covering every surface, Mycroft would have doubted whether she came in at all.

But even Marta's thorough ministering could not magically produce the sort of cozy warmth which was for so many synonymous with Christmas. Mycroft told himself it was childish to want it. No, childish was the wrong word - it implied that such a warmth had been something he'd been given as a child, or at the very least understood.

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Walking on Thin Ice: 2/?
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Walking on Thin Ice
Chapter Title: Dreaming Out Loud
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Wordcount
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Fic Summary: After Lestrade breaks up with Mycroft for refusing to open up, it takes nine months and the supposed death of a detecting genius for them to find each other again. Alternative timeline and character study for Mycroft and Lestrade from pre-"Scandal in Belgravia" to "The Reichenbach Fall".
Chapter Summary: Two months later, Mycroft's nights are occupied with nightmares, his days spent dealing with his brother, and his thoughts never far from Lestrade.  Set during "Scandal in Belgravia."

October 15, 2010

It was nearly four in the morning when Mycroft finally allowed himself to indulge in his allotted forty-five minutes of sleep. For the past two months, this was the longest period of repose he was able to manage; it was as if Lestrade's departure had severed the last restraint tethering him to anything resembling a normal sleep schedule.

His days and nights blurred together into a never-ending stream of work and worry, punctuated by the occasional power nap and not-so-occasional dose of high-grade, caffeine pills. And then there were the dreams.

Mycroft had never been much of a dreamer, had always thought his mind far too disciplined to require that sort of outlet. Yet now it seemed the less he slept, the more he dreamt - always nightmares, and always about that damned plane. Flight 007 seemed more and more to be his personal poltergeist, haunting both his waking and sleeping selves.

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Walking on Thin Ice (1/?)
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Walking on Thin Ice
Chapter Title: Say (All I Need)
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Wordcount: 1000 so far
Pairing: Mycroft/Lestrade
Fic SummaryAfter Lestrade breaks up with Mycroft for refusing to open up, it takes nine months and the supposed death of a detecting genius for them to find each other again. Alternative timeline and character study for Mycroft and Lestrade from pre-"Scandal in Belgravia" to "The Reichenbach Fall".
Chapter Summary: It's five months before the end of the Flight 007 debacle, but it's already taking its toll on Mycroft, and subsequently his relationship with Lestrade.   

August 7, 2010

"God damn it, Mycroft! I am so bloody tired of this!" Gregory Lestrade shouted, running a hand through his silver hair.

Mycroft let out an almost imperceptible sigh and raised a hand to his temples. They'd had this particular argument enough times over the past two months that he knew the lines by heart. No matter how much the staging changed, the script seemed to remain the same. He wondered despondently if this would be their final performance.

"I understand you are upset, Gregory, but I wish you wouldn't shout," he said with what had been intended as forbearance, but came off as weariness.

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A Thousand Words (2/?)
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: A Thousand Words
Chapter Title: The Game is On
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Wordcount: 3500 for this chapter, 8000 total
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Genre: Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance
Fic Summary: Journalism AU. John is a former war reporter, newly returned from Afghanistan, who is assigned to work the local beat with Sherlock, a brilliant, but uncompromising photographer. When the two of them end up turning their assignment on the late Connie Prince into a solved murder case, however, they find themselves the targets of criminal mastermind, Jim Moriarty, who takes a dangerous interest in Sherlock. Inspired by the part in "The Great Game" where John pretends to be a reporter, and Sherlock his photographer.
Chapter Summary: A tedious assignment from Lestrade turns into an unexpected solution for Sherlock's boredom when local legend Connie Prince turns up dead and only Sherlock realizes the truth.  

Two weeks later.

"Sherlock!" John blinked rapidly in succession in the hopes of dispelling the dark purple circles now lurking in his field of vision. "Would you stop that, please?"

"Bored!" was Sherlock's only response, though he did turn the camera away from John and toward other objects in the room. "Bored." The camera flashed on the skull on the mantelpiece. "Bored." Flash on a set of test tubes filled with liquids of varying colors. "Bored!"

"Well, maybe," John said sarcastically, "when you've finished shooting everything in the room, you might consider seeking elsewhere for inspiration."

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A Thousand Words: 1/?
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: A Thousand Words
Chapter Title: Welcome to London
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Wordcount: 4500
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Genre: Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance
Fic Summary: Journalism AU. John is a former war reporter, newly returned from Afghanistan, who is assigned to work the local beat with Sherlock, a brilliant, but uncompromising photographer. When the two of them end up turning a routine assignment on the late Connie Prince into a solved murder case, however, they find themselves the targets of criminal mastermind, Jim Moriarty, who takes a dangerous interest in Sherlock.  Inspired by the part in "The Great Game" where John pretends to be a reporter, and Sherlock his photographer.

"Are you John Watson?" inquired a nervy, pony-tailed brunette, popping her head into the lobby. "Chief said I should come and see if you'd got here yet."

"Oh!" John exclaimed, jumping nervously to his feet, "Should I, um..." It was at this point that his chair, which had been wobbling dangerously since his sudden departure from it, decided to tip over with a crash, giving his already shaky nerves an additional, unwelcome jolt.

"Don't worry," the brunette whispered conspiratorially as she sprinted over to right the fallen chair, "I knocked over the coffee cart."

"Just now?" John asked, glancing around in confusion.

"My first day," she explained, "I was so nervous that I ran into it headlong. Started things off with a bang as they say!" She then followed up this remark with a little, high-pitched giggle.

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Hotel California: 7/7
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Hotel California
Chapter Title: All Moonlight and Roses
Fandom: Grimm
Pairing: Nick/Monroe
Wordcount: 5500 for this chapter, 29,000 total
Fic Summary: When Nick hears word of another potential Ziegevolk, he and Monroe must go undercover as a couple at a cozy bed and breakfast to investigate. But what they discover during a long weekend spent there, however, neither could ever have predicted.
Chapter Summary: After firmly putting the terrors of the weekend to bed, Monroe, Nick, and the other guests of the Enchanted Rose must say goodbye to new friends and hello to new beginnings.  

At first there was just the sound of enormous wings flapping in the darkness - soon after, two piercing yellow eyes appeared, staring unblinkingly at him. Only then did the talons - black as onyx, sharp as knives - slash through the air.

Nick could feel each talon slicing through him as if he were made of paper, all in excruciatingly slow motion. He tried to scream, to run, to make it stop, but found to his horror that he could not move a single inch. He was trapped there, forced to watch as the talons cut deeper and deeper and -

Then he was screaming, and though the pain seemed to have abated, Nick found that he couldn't stop. Suddenly, the darkness surrounding him was broken up by a burst of warm light, and there were strong hands gripping his shoulders, coaxing him back into the present.

Nick's vision focused slowly in on his surroundings, and he was relieved beyond all measure upon realizing that it was Monroe's face staring back at him. Monroe's mouth seemed to be forming the same word over and over again, and after a minute he was able to make out what it was. "Nick? Nick?"

"Monroe?" Nick asked tentatively, extending a hand in front of him to verify that he had, in fact, stopped dreaming.

Monroe nodded and raised a hand to run it soothingly through Nick's hair. "Just me," he said quietly, making sure to keep his eyes trained on Nick. "You're safe now - it was only a dream."

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Hotel California: 6/7
Pam, True Blood
thevampirepam
Title: Hotel California
Chapter Title: Holding Out for a Hero
Fandom: Grimm
Pairing: Nick/Monroe
Wordcount: 3500 for this chapter, 23,500 total
Fic Summary: When Nick hears word of another potential Ziegevolk, he and Monroe must go undercover as a couple at a cozy bed and breakfast to investigate. But what they discover during a long weekend spent there, however, neither could ever have predicted.
Chapter Summary: After Mrs. Sims finally reveals the truth about the inn to Nick, he comes to some revelations of his own about his feelings for Monroe and decides to act on them. 

The first thing Nick registered, as the blackness began to recede, was the strange, but pervasive impression of being trapped in a vast field of flowers; it was only when the focus returned to his vision that he realized the flowers were just part of the seemingly endless chintz pattern covering nearly everything in his sight line.

As the events which had caused him to be lying on a chintz-covered couch in the first place came rushing back to Nick, he bolted upright, his fight-or-flight reflex overriding the quiet, little voice in his head that was warning him to avoid any sudden movements.

The quiet voice quickly morphed into a screaming one, however, when a searing pain ripped through Nick's torso, forcing him back down onto the couch with a thud and a groan.

"As little common sense as you displayed this afternoon, young man, I would have thought you'd at least have had enough to know that you should not be overdoing it hours after surviving such a savage attack," Mrs. Sims said sternly, walking over to place a cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him.

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