I didn't really feel like doing anything else off my to-do list today, so I decided to knock out several of these. Yes, I know I'm DOIN' ADVENT RONG.

7. Agent Carter - for the prompt: ever since you posted the thing with the ot3 at Peggy's parents' house I keep thinking about what would happen if Daniel and Jack actually had to go undercover as "confirmed bachelors" for some reason (pairings or not, author's choice). Also posted on Tumblr.


"This is complete madness," Jack muttered, crashing on the sofa and throwing his arm over his face.

It was a dangerous game they were playing. Dangerous indeed. To be taken as anything other than their cover risked letting their quarry escape. To be taken too seriously, though ... they had some shelter, provided by their status at SHIELD -- as federal agents, they would have been be at risk of losing their jobs, even imprisonment -- but ...

There was a lot to lose.

Daniel sat carefully on the edge of the couch and stretched out his leg. "Look on the bright side."

"I didn't realize there was a bright side," Jack said, still with his arm over his face, "to pretending to be what you and I actually are, except we can't admit in public that it's not fake."

"Hey, but we get to dance somewhere that's not our living room. Kiss, even, with perfect plausible deniability. You ever think we'd get to do that?"

"Well," Jack muttered, allowing his arm to be pried from off his face, "okay, maybe ... no," and he sighed, and leaned into Daniel's kiss.



8. Agent Carter - for the prompt: A suspicious happening at a famous tourist attraction (like Yellowstone maybe? The hot pools can cook and dissolve a person if they fall in). Peggy and her boys are on "vacation" nearby and get called in to investigate. Jack thinks it's nothing and wants to get back to love-nesting but oops turns out it's a serious thing. Also posted on Tumblr.

"I knew this was going to happen," Jack said. "I knew it. The woman is incapable of going anywhere without discovering a crime. I'd suspect her of killing people herself, except I know exactly where she was last night."

"Jack!" Peggy shouted across the cracked volcanic soil around the geyser. "Come over here and help me measure distances!"

"Duty calls, Prince Charming," Daniel said, patting his arm. "I'd help but ... crutch."

"Oh, shut up," Jack said, and went to hold a surveyor's stake for Peggy's efforts at mapping out the (alleged) crime scene.



9. Defenders - a request for a Luke/Danny memory loss AU. 500-ish words posted only on Tumblr.


10. Agent Carter - Peggy/Jack/Daniel - Peggy and Daniel get sick (badly enough not to be able to work but not as bad as to have to go to the hospital), so Jack has to suddenly become a caretaker/nurse for them. Also posted on Tumblr.

Peggy came down with it first, a flu that had been going around the SSR, knocking down men like bowling pins. She struggled through most of a day at work before Jack got completely exasperated and sent her home.

Unsurprisingly, Daniel came down with it the next day.

Jack gave up and called in sick too. If he wasn't sick yet, he probably would be soon. The nation would just have to protect itself for the next couple of days.

Somewhat surprisingly, he didn't feel ill, at least not so far, which left him bringing hot tea and soup and warm compresses to a pair of miserable, feverish invalids.

"You're weirdly good at this," Daniel said hoarsely, squinting at Jack over a cup of tea as if he suspected some sort of ulterior motive. Peggy napped in a sweaty heap of bedcovers beside him.

"I'm a man of many talents," Jack said loftily, and went off hastily at the smell of burning soup in the kitchen. (Soup from a can. He did have limits.)

But what surprised him was that he didn't mind. He couldn't help wondering what his only-slightly-younger self would have thought of him now, scrubbing out a slightly burnt soup pan in the kitchen sink with his shirt sleeves rolled up. He hadn't shaved or even combed his hair today. He'd taken the phone off his hook so it wouldn't wake up anyone in what he was coming to think of as the sickroom.

He slipped quietly into the bedroom a few minutes later and found them both asleep, draped on each other. This would be a perfect opportunity to get some paperwork done ... but instead, he carefully tugged back the covers on one side of the bed and slipped in beside Daniel, put an arm over Daniel's waist and carefully fit himself into their sleeping tangle.

Work would still be there later. And sure, he was probably going to get a nice case of flu for his troubles. But right now, there was nowhere else he'd rather be.