Title: Missing Scene from "Steel" Author: rita E-mail: mommacita1@juno.com Rating: R (for implied sexual situation) Pairings: Face/HM Archive: Yes, please, just tell me where. Series: No. Website: http://www.geocities.com/jennylmr/index.html (And thanks to Jenlmr for hosting me) Disclaimer: I don't own the boys nor do I make any profit from my writing. I just like to play with them and I mostly put my toys back as good as new. Notes: This is for Claire, wondrous BSGSlash Listmum, who infected me with the mini-fic disease. Warnings (if needed): Silly PWP Summary: When Face wheels HM into the elevator after "liberating" him from the VA, HM is perched backwards in the wheelchair, pawing at Face's jacket pocket for animal crackers, as he apparently continues his rabid dog act. The next scene is a fight scene at the construction site, with Face and HM, apparently "cured" of his doggy delusion, arriving in the nick of time to fight in tandem and save the day. I noticed that Face's suit (three-piece, navy blue pin stripe) was not the same one he had on in the VA (two-piece, solid black or dark blue). So I wondered, what happened after the elevator doors close on Face and HM? You could see HM reaching for another cracker ... or something... HM: "Is that a gun in your pocket, Facey, or are you just glad to see me?" Face: "It's a gun and get out of there! Oh!" HM: "Are you sure you want me to get out of there?" Face (gasping and groping blindly at the control panel beside him): "Where's the stop button?" HM: "Lower left, second one in; I checked it out yesterday. Now hold on to the handles, Facey, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!" *** Title: Missing Ending from "Steel" Author: rita E-mail: mommacita1@juno.com Rating: R (for "off-screen" sex) Pairings: Face/HM Archive: Yes, please, just tell me where. Series: No. Website: http://www.geocities.com/jennylmr/index.html (And thanks to Jenlmr for hosting me) Disclaimer: I don't own the boys nor do I make any profit from my writing. I just like to play with them and I mostly put my toys back as good as new. Notes: This is for everyone who wanted "more, please". Warnings (if needed): Another Silly PWP Face (his jacket already off his shoulders from HM pulling on it): "Now, look what you've done, Murdock! How am I supposed to drive with my jacket like this? I can hardly move my arms." HM (jumping into the car from the passenger side, his bark turning into a sensual growl): "Well, I can't help you, Faceman. You gotta come closer." (He reaches out and pulls Face into the car.) Face (still struggling out of his jacket): "Murdock! Decker's going to catch us!" HM (kissing Face on the lips, then pushing him over onto the back seat and sliding behind the steering wheel): "Don't you worry, Facey. I'll get us out of here." Face (thrashing from the back seat where he's totally immobilized by the jacket): My car! Don't you hurt the 'Vette, Murdock!" HM (flooring it in reverse): "Whoo - hoo! We're up, up, and away!" Some time later, when a convenient copse of trees appears ... HM (pulling into said copse with a screech of the tires): "Now maybe I can untangle you, Face." (Looks down at the supine blond, arms caught underneath him and trapped by the jacket.) "Or maybe not." Face: "Murdock!" HM (leaning in): "Hmm, don't think I can get you out of the jacket after all. Too tight quarters, Facey - ya shoulda bought a bigger car, or one with a bigger back seat anyway. But let me make you more comfortable." Face: "Murdock! What are you doing?" HM: "You can't tell? Oh, dear. You must not be getting enough oxygen! Let me loosen your clothes so you can breathe easier." Face: "Murdock! I can breath just fine. My clothes don't need ... oh." HM (blocking Face from "our" view and throwing tie, shoes, socks, and finally belt over his shoulder): There, now, isn't that better?" Face: "Mmph." HM: "Oh my! Your pants seem to be too tight all of a sudden. They must have caught on something with all that squirming you've been doing." (Sound of button popping off.) "Oops. Still too tight though. That must be binding you something fierce. Well, nothing to do for it but ..."(Sound of zipper being unzipped.) Face: "Murdock, no, not the pants. Not here in the ... eeyah!" HM (lifting his head from his work): "Did you say something, Facey?" Face: HM: "Still uncomfortable? You must be chafed. Let me take a look. Oh and your feet were wedged! Let's just lift them onto my shoulders, there. Oh, look at that! Your pants slid right off now!" (Pants fly out of the car.) Face (a little breathlessly): "But now, if you don't do something quick, I'm gonna get cold, real, real, cold." HM: "Well, we can't have that, can we?" (Pulling back and looking down at the blond. Face's legs fall to either side of HM. Sound of snap and zipper being undone.) "There, wouldn't want the cold metal against your skin." (Laying himself over Face to cover him.) "Mm, maybe I'd better rub you to warm you up, huh?" (Sounds of two bodies rubbing against each other accompanied by moaning and gasping cover the sounds of an approaching vehicle.) Hannibal (approaching the 'Vette, which is rocking rhythmically): "Good thing we doubled back, BA. They seem to have had car trouble." BA (peering into the 'Vette): "Don't think they're in *any* kind of trouble, Hannibal."