Coffee Solves Anything | Prototype 2 Fanfic by Derekari, literature
Literature
Coffee Solves Anything | Prototype 2 Fanfic
COFFEE SOLVES ANYTHING
[Prototype2] fanfiction
Lt. Riley/Col. Rooks
About 1400 words
Cursing, otherwise completely harmless
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While Colonel Rooks was known for his rather good poker face, he had admittedly some difficulties in keeping his amusement from showing when he entered the small break room early in the morning. What supposedly was Lieutenant Riley looked more like a walking corpse pouring himself a mug of coffee. Even from the doorway it was easy to see the dark bags underneath the lieutenant's eyes, not to mention his clothes were a complete mess: his turtleneck was only half-tucked in his pants
Prototype 2 ficlets, part 3 | Riley/Rooks by Derekari, literature
Literature
Prototype 2 ficlets, part 3 | Riley/Rooks
Lapdog | 216 words
Obviously there was something shady going on when a lieutenant and a colonel got along as well as Riley and Rooks did. Besides the inevitable rumors, it had become a routine that every time Riley was left alone with the troops, he got ridiculed for his relationship with the colonel. Poor bastards didn't dare to risk pissing off the colonel himself, so they went for the second best option. Riley had collected quite a list of not-so-admiring nicknames, ranging from everyone's favorite "lapdog" to simpler ones like "kiss-ass" and more creative ones like "Rooks' personal bitch". Even though Riley knew he should've probably jus
Prototype 2 ficlets, part 1 | Riley/Rooks by Derekari, literature
Literature
Prototype 2 ficlets, part 1 | Riley/Rooks
Close One | 206 words
"Fucker almost got my eye," while Riley doesn't seem to be too distressed, mostly damn pissed off, Rooks can't share his easygoing attitude about the injury. Staring at the blood-soaked, make-do bandage covering half of his trusted aide's face makes his chest feel oddly tight and heavy, as if something is slowly strangling him. It's such a foreign feeling that he can barely even recognize it as worry.
Nonetheless, Rooks can only scold his aide for being reckless - if not only because he doesn't know how to put his concern in words. Years in Blackwatch have taught not to care about such things - and usually Rooks' doe
Turning the Tables | Prototype 2 Fanfic by Derekari, literature
Literature
Turning the Tables | Prototype 2 Fanfic
TURNING THE TABLES
[Prototype2] fanfiction
Lt. Riley/Col. Rooks
About 2000 words
Kissing at most
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Groaning silently, Rooks stretched his aching back. What a nice reminder of how much he hated mission reports with glaring red letters "FAILURE" on them. Firstly, such a word shouldn't have belonged into the vocabulary of Blackwatch. Secondly, he was more than fed up with thick-skulled foolhardy rookies messing up missions which had been planned to be god-damn bulletproof - sadly that required that everyone did their roles according to the said plan.
Yet, those damn idiots seemed to think they were some ki