catko: (clubs)
Fic on the theme of someone being in an uncomfortable situation...

Waking Up
Fandom: Orphan Black
Words: 309

Felix felt himself rise into consciousness, and in that sudden response that stress chemicals can stimulate, his brain raced over a myriad of thoughts and reactions in mere seconds….as it had many times in his life when he awoke in an unfamiliar place and time.

First, physical.
Eyes closed, keep ‘em closed. Check.
Sitting straight up—in a chair, then. Check. (Not passed out in some hook-ups bed, okay.)
Arms pinned to sides, uh-oh.
No physical pain, good. No hangover, good.

Next, what/where.
Given life of late, could be anything. Thanks to Sarah’s shenanigans, he had in the last few months been held at gunpoint, almost kidnapped, almost arrested, arrested, punched, and held at gunpoint again. This…could be anything. The no pain thing was good, though.

Gradually—though actually only over another few seconds—he let his senses come back on line. Eyes still closed, shamming unconsciousness in case that bought him some time. Smell—dusty, even chalk dusty. Sound coming in over the stress-induced roaring in his ears: lot of voices, muttering, murmuring, even shouting. Not alone in a dungeon then. In a public or semi-public place.

Sigh. Even as he was determining to bite the bullet—hopefully not literally ha-ha—open his eyes and see what kind of effed-up situation he was in this time…a sharp jab in his ribs made him yell “OW!” and glare to his right, where Alison was hissing at him, “For god’s sake, Felix, you were snoring! Wake up! The talent show is about to begin!” Shaking her finger at him, she composed herself and looked forward with a big, even slightly manic, smile on her face. "Let's go, Gemma, come on Oscar!" she sang out.

Staring at her for a moment, Felix turned to face, yes, the stage, and slumped down in his folding chair, rubbing his side. Maybe a kidnapping would have been better.

catko: (clubs)
"Technical" icons. I did all Orphan Black.

Here... )
catko: (orph black)
...for [livejournal.com profile] gameofcards. Here's the photo.



I almost didn't do this one, but the idea prompted by the photo just nagged at me. Here 'tis.

Name: catko
Team: clubs
Fandom: Orphan Black
Rating: G
Warning/Notes: Pre-series; kidfic.
Word count: 605

It's SNOW! )

clubs by ghanimasun
catko: (clubs)
Fun challenge; we submitted several fandoms and got random pairings. I got to choose between Felix and Paul of Orphan Black OR Peter and Lincoln Lee of Fringe. So I tried for both. Heed the warning.

Where Nobody Knows Your Name

Name: catko      
Team: clubs
Fandom: Fringe, Orphan Black
Pairing: Felix/Paul, Peter Bishop/Lincoln Lee
Rating: PG 13
Warning/Notes: reference to sexual activity; drinking. Crack, by which I mean silly and quite implausible.
Word count: 1014

“Oh, good. Look who it is.” Felix said witheringly as he pushed past Paul and put the key in the front door of his building. “Oops, sorry, didn’t mean to jostle you. Gonna arrest me?” This was thrown over his shoulder as he pulled the door open and moved to step into the foyer. He managed to keep his face and tone sardonic but felt his heart beating faster and had to fight to control his breathing. What was this now? A bit of PTSD from the arrest and near-frame-up? Couldn’t blame him; there had been a moment there where he’d been genuinely terrified. But this didn’t feel like fight-or-flight; no, it was more like…

More like what? )

clubs two pair

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