Losers Xover Fic: Flash Point II (PG-13)

[saone]

Title: Flash Point II
Author: saone77
Summary: Meetings, and fights, and exposition, oh my!
Pairings: pre-slash Jensen/Cougar, slight mention of Jensen/other
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 4121
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: This is a sequel to Flashpoint I, and like the first installment, this is a blend of various movie and comic verses.






Franklin Clay had seen a lot of horrific crap since he'd enlisted all those years ago, but nothing, not even the fuckery in Bolivia or his SiC selling him out, compared to watching one of his own commit suicide. When he'd seen Jensen go over the edge of the building something inside Clay shriveled up. The thought that that sweet, and funny, and good hearted, and irritating kid was gone from his life for good caused Clay physical pain.

Then it turned out that the little shit was actually a fucking superhero, and Clay found he was perfectly willing to pitch him off the building a second time. Preferably without the whole fire-power-thing.

Stupid, fucking Jensen.

No. Not Jensen.

Stupid, fucking Johnny Storm.

The Human Torch.

Jensen was the Human Torch.

"Fuck!" Clay stops short, nearly causing Pooch to run into him.

Pooch peers around his shoulder at the empty hallway of the equally empty office building. He holds up a hand to stop Cougar and Aisha, who were creeping along behind him. "What is it?" he hisses.

"Jensen's sister is the Invisible Woman." Clay watches as that realization comes over the faces of the other Losers. They had stayed at her house when they went to New Hampshire. She had accepted her brother's teammates unquestioningly and with an aplomb that had impressed Clay at the time. Now, though, it was considerably less impressive. Of course she didn't bat an eye at her little brother and his fugitive friends; she was used to battling supervillains and aliens.

Pooch ages about ten years. "I asked her to get me a beer." He shakes his head. "Sure, she was already headed to the kitchen, but still, she fought Doctor Doom, and I couldn't get off my ass?"

"Enough," Aisha says. "We can castigate ourselves, and Jensen," she adds darkly, "later. Now, we need to find Max."

Clay nods. He knows she's right, but he can't help the horrible feeling in his gut that it's too late. There are just too many hiding spaces in this huge, abandoned cubical farm. Too many exits for him to slither out of. Max was already gone, and from the hints of despondency slipping onto the other Losers' faces, they knew it too.

Then, in the distance, they hear the familiar ding of an elevator reaching their floor.

"Max," Clay growls. Knowing his team is behind him he starts off towards the far end of the floor where the noise came from. His moves are quick, but efficient, staying close to walls and partitions. The elevator bank comes into view and Clay freezes, holding up a fist telling his team to do the same.

There's a person standing in front of the center elevator, but it's not Max. Instead, Clay finds himself staring at...

"Um, does anyone else see the-"

"Smoking hot redhead in a leather catsuit?" Pooch swallows. "Yeah."

"Oh, good," Clay says. "For a second I thought I had completely lost it."

"Colonel Clay," the redhead calls out. "Colonel Franklin Clay. Sergents Alveraz and Porteous. Ms. al-Fadhil. I know you're there, and I'd greatly appreciate it if you would lay down your weapons and step out into the open."

Cougar sums up the teams opinions rather nicely when he says, with feeling, "fuck."

"Okay," Clay says, "back the way we came, we'll-"

"To the roof?" Aisha raises a eyebrow.

"We've got a superhero on the team now, remember? We'll get Jensen to-"

"Colonel Clay," the redhead says again. "In case you're wondering about your options, there's a strike team on the floor below us and another coming down from the roof. You and your people are surrounded, Colonel. And if you're hoping for a last minute Hail Mary from... the most incendiary member of your squad, you should know that he has already surrendered to one of my associates."

Clay closes his eyes. Jensen no longer has any reason to hide, and since he hadn't heard any explosions or any other sounds he would associate with the equivalent of a Roman candle fighting for his freedom, maybe there was another layer to this that he wasn't getting yet.

"We know you and your team were not responsible for the deaths of those children," she says. And that cinches it.

Clay's mind is working furiously through every federally sponsored acronym he can think of. "Who's we?" he calls out.

The redhead smirks. "Put down your weapons and I'll tell you."

Clay shares a look with his fellow Losers.

"If she just wanted us dead she could have sent the strike teams in first," Pooch says.

Aisha and Cougar shrug, both clearly uncomfortable with going along, but knowing, as they all did, that there were no other options.

Clay clicks the safety on his gun, then sends it skittering across the floor towards the redhead. The others do the same, and with a long and heavy sigh, he stands up straight, ignores the cracking and popping of several joints, and walks out into the open.

The redhead's obviously pleased. She nods. "Good. I was about ready to gas the place."

"We lost our weapons," Clay says. "That means we get a name."

"I'll give you two. You can call me the Black Widow. And, from this moment on, consider yourselves guests of S.H.E.I.L.D."

___________


Jensen stares at his reflection.

He looks old.

He knows part of that is from the harsh bathroom florescents. But the lights merely highlight the lines that were already under his eyes and at the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't look like Johnny Storm.

The scruff on his chin itches, and he scowls at his spiked and bleached hair.

He doesn't feel like Jake Jensen.

"Now is not the time for an identity crisis," he mutters. His eyes fall on the box of toiletries some grunt had given him when he'd first landed on the carrier. A razor and a pair of hair clippers had a place of honor on top of the deodorant, body wash, and shampoo. "Subtle." Still... He looks back into the mirror.

Jensen knows he's going to have a staring role in the upcoming drama. It would be beneficial to look the part. He picks up the clippers.

Twenty minutes later and he's showered, and shaved, and shorn. He looks almost gaunt, his eyes sunken and dark.

He grins. "Here's Johnny!" The mask is superficial, but it's good enough for government work. Now he just needs to figure out his accompanying costume.

The grunt who had given him the toiletries had also presented him with two packages. One contained a neatly folded pair of sweats with accompanying tightie whities, tube socks, and a pair of soft soled, baby blue slippers. The other package was heavier, bulkier. He knew what was in that without even looking - unstable molecules calling to unstable molecules.

So, he could either look like a mental patient or a hero. Tough choice.

He's seven years older, seven years changed, but the cobalt blue uniform automatically molds to his new muscles and fits him like a glove. It feels... surprisingly good. Like coming home. And for the first time he sees something of his old self staring back at him. The boots go on next, and then the gloves.

"Here's Johnny," he says again, softer. His reflection smiles.

When he opens the door to the locker room he finds five heavily armed guards waiting for him in the hallway. He rolls his eyes. "Seriously? You guys do know I just saved D.C., right? I'm on your side."

The guards stare at him. They're not completely stone-faced though - Jensen notices how their eyes flick up and down his body, taking in his uniform. His shoulders automatically roll back, and his spine straightens. He stands tall. Proud.

That's right; he's the motherfucking Human Torch. They'd better recognize.

"So, fellas," Jensen says, "I appreciate the once-overs as much as the next guy, but I'm pretty sure this is the part where you take me to your leader."

One guard breaks from the pack. "Follow me, sir," he says. So Jensen does, with the other four guards taking up the rear.

Jensen lets his gaze wander as he's led down a long hall to another long hall to another long, but a little wider, hall. It's amazing. Back when he first made the deal with Fury S.H.E.I.L.D. was a struggling, little, shadow outfit, barely getting by on a shoestring budget. Now, they had a freakin' helicarrier chocked full of serious, no nonsense, government agent types. They remind Jensen of Max, and his skin crawls.

After a good ten minutes, their little procession stops outside of an unmarked door.

"Through there, sir," the lead guard says.

"That's it?" Jensen eyes the door. "No last meal? No blindfold? No last minute, life-affirming sex?"

A muscle in the guard's jaw twitches. "It's just a conference room, sir."

"And? Have you ever been in a conference with Nick Fury? My requests stand."

The guard briefly closes his eyes. "Sir, the Director is waiting."

Exasperation has made the guard lose some of his hard edge, and it hits Jensen all at once how young he looks. He's just a kid, and Jensen feels old again.

"Fine," Jensen acquiescences, ignoring the little sigh of relief the kid gives, "wouldn't want to upset the Director." As soon as he steps up a sensor activates and the door smoothly glides open. Jensen enters the conference room full of piss and vinegar, ready to go toe to toe with Fury and willing to throwdown until he gets some answers. Then he sees the other occupants of the room and all he wants to do is sink into the floor.

"Johnny!" Fury, ever the arrogant prick, greets him with an edged enthusiasm. "I've just been introducing myself to your teammates."

Jensen tamps down his shock at the Losers being on the carrier and gives them all a quick, accessing look. They don't seem any worse for wear. Aisha's glaring at him, but that's really nothing new. The stony looks on Clay and Pooch's faces are, though. Those hurt, but are nothing compared to how it feels when Cougar ignores him completely. Ouch.

It's okay. Jensen's gone up against a planet-eating, alien, demi-god thing; he can hand this. He puts his hands on his hips, hoping that his uniform material might wick away some moisture from his palms, and says, "Nicky, you don't call; you don't write. A boy could get a complex."

Fury inclines his head. "I've been busy. And I figured you could handle things on your own."

"Oh, sure," Jensen says "being burned and being implicated in the deaths of twenty five children by a rogue, megalomaniacal psycho was definitely within the realm of my experience." He glowers. "I can understand not being able to order a full extraction, but you could have arranged a little support, or even an acknowledgment."

"There were too many complications."

"Complications?!"

"Yes, Storm," Fury growls, "complications. I did what I could to take some of the heat off, if not you, then your families at least. Or did you think it was just coincidence that Congressman's sex scandal breaking the day after the chopper crash? I'd been sitting on that for years." He shakes his head. "I am truly sorry for what happened to you, Johnny. But I made a call, and I still stand by it. It wasn't easy, you know. I don't know how many times I would look up from paperwork and find Sue standing in my office giving me that damn look of hers, demanding that I find you and bring you home."

"Wait, Sue came here?"

"Of course Sue came here!" Fury bellowed. "And Reed, who crossed over from the Negative Zone so much I thought about putting a toll on the portal. And while Ben never made it onto the carrier, I still have some of his more colorful voicemail messages saved. They wanted to get the band back together and ride to the rescue, and I'll tell you what I told them every single time." He stares straight into Jensen's eyes. "In the grand scheme of things, Johnny Storm, you are expendable. My first priority wasn't you or your team. It was your niece, and keeping her safe, because God help us all if she should fall into the wrong hands. And now all that work we did to protect your family is down the toilet because you decided you needed to play hero again."

Oh, that's just... Jensen had felt his temperature start to rise at the 'expendable' comment, and now he can feel some of his control slip. He knows his eyes have gone molten, and from the look on Fury's face and how he takes a step backwards, Jensen also knows it must look pretty damn badass. "Me playing hero saved Washington from being nothing more than a giant hole in the ground and this country plunging into chaos. And yeah, Sue and Frankie might need to come out of hiding, but I'm sure, considering the alternative, that's a risk both of them would have been more than willing to take."

Fury, regaining some of his composure, crosses his arms over his chest and harrumphs. "You're probably right. Damn altruistic types. At any rate, whether or not they need to come out of hiding is irrelevant; I've already sent a team to collect them and bring them here. Your little stunt, while... necessary, I suppose, garnered a hell of a lot of attention. There are certain people who are going to come looking for you and yours."

Jensen nods. He had already thought of that. "I've already thought of that. The major players are probably going to want to take their time and plan something big. As for the rest... well, truth be told, I'm looking forward to seeing Mole Man again. I've kind of missed that little guy."

Clay loudly clears his throat. "Not that this isn't fascinating, but since you know we weren't responsible for those kids, I'm going to assume you aren't going to take us into custody, so," he spreads his hands out across the conference table, "why are we here?"

Fury smiles. It's not a very nice expression. "To bring down Max, of course."

Jensen snorts. "Oh, now you're interested."

"We've always been interested, but there's not much even an entity like S.H.I.E.L.D. can do against a veritable ghost. However, certain information has come into our possession, and in light of today's activities I feel it's time to start being a little more... pro-active." Fury claps his hands together. "So, we'll wait until the rest of our little group gets here and then we'll start the briefing. Unless any of you have any objections?"

Jensen glances around the room.

"We want blood," Aisha says. "No bringing him to justice. No letting a court decide. We want him dead." The other Losers, including Jensen, nod.

"Duly noted, Ms. al-Fadhil," Fury says. He gives Jensen an inscrutable look. "Duly noted. Now, I'm gonna head down to the mess, get some coffee. You folks are welcome to join me, or you could stay here." He blatantly lets his eye roam from Jensen to the other Losers. "Hash some things out."

Yeah, Jensen thinks, subtly is definitely not his forte.

Fury leaves and Jensen stares at his friends.

His friends stare at Jensen.

Finally, Aisha breaks the silence. "You look ridiculous," she says.

Jensen's a little stung - he looks awesome - but he rolls with it. "I don't exactly have a lot of fashion choices. This is the suit I was wearing when-"

"You have a lot of fucking nerve trying to make fucking conversation, you fucking asshole!" Pooch yells, partially rising out of his seat. "Fuck!"

Jensen cringes. "I'm sor-"

"Don't you dare," Pooch says. "Don't you even think about saying that word. 'Cause you're not sorry you didn't tell us, you're sorry we found out."

"That's not true."

"Bullshit."

"It's not!" Jensen shakes his head. "I wanted to tell you guys, so many times."

"Then why didn't you?"

"It's complicated."

"Complicated?! Oh, oh, it's complicated. Well, that's okay then. I mean the world thinks we're murders, and we were stuck in Bolivia for six months, and we're still on run, and we barely get to see our families, but you can't explain because it's complicated."

"Pooch-"

"Just, just tell me you couldn't have saved them," Pooch says, his face tightening.

Jensen's stomach churns. There's no way Pooch is saying what he thinks he's saying.

"Tell me you didn't let those kids die so you could keep your secret."

Yeah, he said it.

Jensen swallows once, and then again, trying to keep down the bile that's threatening to spew all over Nick Fury's nicely decorated conference room. He had been entertaining the hope that maybe, maybe, once all was said and done and he groveled enough he could get back into his team's good graces. That they could be at least friends. Now, between Pooch's grave face, and the blank looks he's getting from everyone else, he knows that pleasant outcome is just a pipe dream.

"By the time I knew what was going on," Jensen says slowly, eyes on the far wall, "by the time I saw the rocket, it was already too late. Even if I had been completely powered up I still couldn't have gotten to the chopper before everyone was incinerated. And fuck you very much for asking that." He turns and strides to the windows that line one wall, practically itching to break through the glass and fly again.

He hears rustling and knows that the others are carrying on some kind of silent conversation behind him.

"J," Pooch starts, "I'm-"

"Don't apologize!" Aisha hisses.

"I was outta line."

"He deserves it."

"Not that," Pooch says quietly. "He didn't deserve that."

"What did Fury mean?" Cougar's voice is soft, but carries the weight of the world, and it stops the other conversation cold.

Jensen turns. He honestly hadn't expected to ever hear Cougar's voice again, so it takes his brain a few seconds to catch onto what he actually said. He frowns. Fury said a lot of stuff. "About what?"

Cougar readjusts his hat so his eyes are visible, and he peers at Jensen. "Tu sobrina. Your niece. What did he mean, about her falling into the wrong hands?"

"The child of two members of the Fantastic Four and the niece of a third; she would be an exemplary tool for leverage," Aisha says plainly, "or vengeance."

Jensen bristles. He can't help it.

"That's not the main reason though, is it?" Cougar asks, his gaze heavy and knowing. "There is something else."

Jensen knows if there's any chance at all of his team, his friends, trusting him again, he's going to have to give them something. And what he has is pretty damn big. He takes a deep breath, then says, "Frankie - that's her real name, Francesca Elizabeth Richards - is an Omega-Level mutant." He pauses for a moment to judge their reactions. When all he sees is surprise, and there's no disgust at the mention of the 'M' word, he continues. "She's a telekenetic, and a telepath, and can change the base structure of molecules. She can warp reality."

"But she can't win a soccer game?" Aisha scoffs.

"Funny. Reed developed special psychic inhibitors to keep her powers in check and to stop other psionics from tracking her down." Jensen pulls one of the chairs away from the table and slumps down into it. "Most mutants develop during puberty, but Frankie started way early. She was barely eleven months when she reanimated this bird that had flown into our balcony door. One second it was on the tiles with a broken neck, and the next it was flying away, and Frankie was laughing. Reed was intrigued; the rest of us were just freaked. He contacted this old friend of his, Charles Xavier, and they did... some kind of tests. I didn't really pay attention to what was happening in the labs." Especially not when there was a super cute guy who could make it snow in July and had just lost his girlfriend to some Cajun-fried crawfish from Louisiana.

Jensen's eyes involuntarily cut to Cougar. That's a line of thinking he really shouldn't be on right now.

Jensen clears his throat. "Anyway, Xavier poked, and prodded, and decided that Frankie had the potential to become one of the most powerful mutants on the planet. That one day she could destroy the planet, if she wanted to. And we realized that sooner or later that information would get out, and-"

"The bad guys would come calling," Pooch says.

"The bad guys had already come calling. Hell, the first kidnapping attempt came when she was just five hours old, and Victor von Doom attacked the hospital. We thought that time was an anomaly - Vic's always kind of had a hard-on for my family - but then a couple weeks later it was the Beyonder at the baby boutique, and a month after that it was the Puppet Master at the park, and then the Super Skrull at the Mommy and Me class... The precedent had already been set, but with the information Xavier gave us, the risks had grown. With her powers coming in we knew that if Frankie was taken it wouldn't be just for, as Aisha so charmingly put it, leverage or revenge. She could be used as a weapon. A very, very powerful weapon."

"So you chose to go into hiding," Clay says, his face still hard and unreadable. "That was your only option?"

"No, not the only option. At first, Reed wanted to take her to the Negative Zone or some other dimension and raise her there. Sue put her foot down, said that there was no way Frankie was gonna be raised anywhere but our Earth. But the only way for that to happen, safely, would be for us to... not be us. Xavier knew Fury from some behind-the-scenes dealings in D.C., and he said he would help set up our own personal WitSec. He had Ben open a youth center in New York, then made it look like the rest of us followed Reed into the Negative Zone when really me, Sue, and Frankie got brand new identities. The Jensens. Reed visited when he could, and we kept in touch with Ben through the internet."

"Why the army?" Cougar asks.

Jensen shrugs. "What was I gonna do, sit around all day? I was with NASA, and then a test pilot, and then a superhero; I had to do something. Fury suggested the Army. Said he could forge an ID that would reflect what I had already done so I could bypass basic and get me into the thick of it. Fucker neglected to mention he had signed me up for SpecOps and SERE training, though. I think that might have been his way of testing me, making sure I wouldn't break and use my powers and undo all this hard work. But I didn't, and after a year of bouncing around other teams, I was placed with you guys." Jensen leans back in his seat. "I meant what I said; I wanted to tell you guys so many times. But I just... I couldn't."

He waits and studies his teammates. Pooch is thawing; Clay and Aisha are not. And Cougar? Cougar is as enigmatic as ever.

"All right," Clay says as he stands. "I'm gonna follow Fury's lead and get some coffee. Anyone want to come with?"

Pooch and Aisha mummer their agreements. Cougar stays silent, but he rises from the table with the rest of them.

Jensen feels left out, and he's pretty sure it's on purpose. "Clay, are we... Are we good?" he asks, getting to his feet.

Clay looks straight at him. "No," he says before leaving the room.

Aisha follows him without a word, but Pooch pauses and lays a friendly hand on Jensen's shoulder.

"They'll come around," he says. "You did it for family. Can't really fault you for that." He grins. "Can make you miserable for a while, but can't fault you for it."

Jensen grins back. Everything will be okay. He may have to jump through some hoops, but everything will be okay. With a renewed sense of hope he turns to look at Cougar, and finds the sniper standing closer than he had expected.

Cougar's dark eyes trail up and down Jensen's body. He licks his lips. "I do not think you look ridiculous." With that pronouncement he exits the room also, leaving Jensen alone with his racing heart and a fire low in his belly that has absolutely nothing to do with his powers.

"Well," he says to the empty room, "that's a start."

_____________

tbc...

Comments

[whogeek.livejournal.com]

**Flails** Oh Jensen!! Makes me sad that he couldn't have saved the kids, even if he did use his powers. And the identity crisis, with Fury calling him Johnny Storm and him and the team thinking of/referring to him as Jensen. And the hurt of his team being angry with him because he didn't tell them, because he was protecting his family. :'( I cannot wait for more. :D

[saone77.livejournal.com]

And the identity crisis, with Fury calling him Johnny Storm and him and the team thinking of/referring to him as Jensen.

Actually, I'm having the same crisis. All through writing this I was like should I start calling him Johnny, yes, no, maybe, if not now, when, should I ever, what's Sue going to call him, ARRRRGGGHHHH, and so on and so forth. ;) Writing a character with a duel identity is hard.

[whogeek.livejournal.com]

The way I'm seeing it is that he's mostly Jensen now. Johnny was so much of a goof, and didn't really think about things. Jensen is still a goof, but he's a little more responsible, a little more jaded by the world. He's seen too much as Jensen to simply stop being Jensen and go back to being Johnny.

**shrugs** That's just the way I see it.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

He's seen too much as Jensen to simply stop being Jensen and go back to being Johnny.

Good point. I'm actually going to delve into that eventually (good grief, how long is this damn thing going to get?!). Plus, I'm also in the SPN fandom, my fingers kind of automatically want to type Jensen. ;P

[symbioticdeath.livejournal.com]

Your universe is vast and well detailed! I love it!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm a huge geek, so I'm delighting in adding all these little geeky touches, and since it's a fusion I get to play with multiple movie verses and the comics. \o/ Yay.

[rin2x.livejournal.com]

Poor Jensen! Clay's being such an ass! At least Pooch understands, and Cougar is giving him some hope.

Totally love this 'verse!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Clay has his reasons. All will be explained. ;)

Cougar is giving him some hope.

Oh, Cougar's gonna give him more than hope. Eventually. After the whole 'plot' thing is finished. Stupid plot.

[gemini8.livejournal.com]

I love this!!!!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[emocezi.livejournal.com]

I JUST. I DON'T EVEN....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

*curls up in your lap and waits for the next installment*

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Hee!

I'm already working on the next part, more exposition followed by another fight, and a surprise cameo... if the voices in my head cooperate, that is. ;D

[musume-no-suoh.livejournal.com]

so cannot wait for the next one!!!!!!!! oh god! sue's so gonna go off on them for this shit!!!! cackles oh, to be a fly on the wall for that!!!!

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but Sue's a mom; she's used to being a mediator. No, if I were Clay & Aisha it would be Ben I'd worry about. The guy has the word clobberin' in his catchphrase!

[musume-no-suoh.livejournal.com]

snort he's their little brother! and with sue, she's a mom. she can lay all sorts of smack down on them that ben can't as just his brother. at least cougs and pooch are gonna give him a chance. once he explained about frankie, pooch understood, cause he's a dad. cougs, gonna take some major sucking up to get back on his good side, maybe even make him sweat a little.

[katrinbisiani.livejournal.com]

HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THAT'S *SO* AWESOME!

I love it to pieces, all the little details and things like Pooch aging up ten years because he asked Sue Storm to get him a beer and Mole Man and Von Doom "hard-on" for his family and the mention of Bobby "Iceman" Drake and Remy LeBeau and Rogue, HEEEEEEEEE (*is a X-men fan*).

And the costume and the team being (rightly) pissed and Pooch coming around because it was for *family* and oh, fuck you Pooch from me for asking him THAT question you fucking asshole!

Oh Cougar, we do agree. He totally does NOT look ridicolous.

Ridicously hot? Yeah. Ridicolous? Nope.

*FLAILS*
*SQUEE-s MORE*

*Goes to re-read*

Can't wait for more!

[katrinbisiani.livejournal.com]

Oh, on the fifth or sixth reading ... please tell me someone is going to kick, hard, Aisha off her fucking high horse.

Who the hell is she, who lied to them and manipulated them for her ends while planning on killing at least Clay if not all of them all the time, to give Jake / Johnny a hard time?

Please, bitch.

She should be thanking him because now they have the S.H.I.E.L.D and their resources on their side.

*seethes a little* (I can't stand hipocrisy)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Aisha and Clay both have their reasons for not wanting to let Jensen off the hook for his deception. They may not be logical, or ethical reasons, but to them, they matter. Expect revelations (and more fights) if not in the next part ('cause good grief, exposition on Max is taking a looooong time) then in the part after that.

Aisha is turning out to be a kind of difficult character to write. I think it's because I know what happens in the comics (definitely not going there) and while the Losers trust her, I don't know if I do... even though I'm writing her. Ugh, does that make sense? *beats unruly brain into submission*

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thanks!

I love it to pieces, all the little details

You do not know how much I am geeking out thinking of all the cameos, and extras, and Easter eggs I could sprinkle in here and there.

Oh Cougar, we do agree. He totally does NOT look ridicolous.

Cougar is definitely appreciative of Jensen's costume. In fact the next part (as long as it cooperates) is going to contain a little interlude about how much Mr. Alverez appreciates that costume. ;)

[hellz-crusader.livejournal.com]

woot woot! loving the crossover it is amazing. cougs seems to be enjoying the new uniform too ;)

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you!

cougs seems to be enjoying the new uniform too

Can you blame him?! ;D

[samson28.livejournal.com]

Great stuff.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D

[glittertwins.livejournal.com]

i like this very much. look forward to more

[illogicallyme.livejournal.com]

Why did this not pop up earlier? I'm not very good at stalking your fic, am I?

Oh well, tracked now.

But fuuuucccckkkk, that was delicious and everything fits so so well. It just rolls together incredibly and I love it.

And that little bit at the end? Hot damn, you will be the death of me.

[summer tanner (from livejournal.com)]

I love this story!!!! When are you going to write more?

[bookworm695.livejournal.com]

Are you ending the story here, or are you going to continue?

[saone77.livejournal.com]

I'm going to continue; I've even got part of the next installment written. It's just 20,000 words of J2 movie-based fic had kind of taken over my life for the past few months.

O_O <------ My face when I typed out the last sentence.

But now that that's beaten into submission finished, I can get back to all my other projects.

[avarra.livejournal.com]

Oooh, what an ending *shivers and fantasizes about Couger/Jensen(Johnny)*

This was funny and intense and heartbreaking and heartwarming and about a billion other things all at the same time. I need at least a dozen of these <3 to express my love for it.



"That's it?" Jensen eyes the door. "No last meal? No blindfold? No last minute, life-affirming sex?"

A muscle in the guard's jaw twitches. "It's just a conference room, sir."

"And? Have you ever been in a conference with Nick Fury? My requests stand."



And this made me actually lol, quite loudly. :D

[alt69.livejournal.com]

aaaah i so hope you're going to continue thiiiis
i did not know i needed this in my life until now ;_;

[saone77.livejournal.com]

I hate to say this, but I honestly don't know. :/

I actually have some of the next part written, but due to various comic-related fuckery my love for all things graphic and novelish has taken a serious nose-dive.

Not even Captain America inspired me to start writing comic type stuff again, and I had this whole other xover planned out and everything.

But I've learned to never say never where my brain is concerned. I'm sure my mojo will come back eventually.

[tabaqui]

Love it, love it, love it.

But oh, man.
*sniffle*

Not gonna be easy for it to all sort itself out.

[saone77.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D