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【影评】这是特莱丝，不是女版康斯坦丁！

亚历桑德拉·特莱丝不是她的父亲，也不想成为她的父亲，她就是特莱丝。

这是网飞的第一部原创东南亚动画剧集，一部基本上都是菲律宾裔制作的菲律宾作品，改编自菲律宾得奖漫画，以马尼拉为背景，从菲律宾人民耳熟能详的民间传说中汲取灵感，是一部非常优秀的菲律宾本土作品。尽管编剧声称特莱丝的灵感来自于他所喜欢的漫画角色蝙蝠、康斯坦丁和侦探福克斯·穆德、吉尔·格瑞森，但最初的设想就是一个马尼拉的侦探，也就是说，这是个土生土长的菲律宾角色，并且外景取材于马尼拉，故事背景取材于菲律宾民间传说，剧中每一个超自然种族都有对应的传说原型。而最后一分钟把设想的侦探形象改成女性，也是因为编剧认为“我们已经有够多的硬汉角色了，但我们从来没有一个真正强悍的女性主角，尤其是女性侦探”。所以不要用殖民主义和性别主义的角度看亚历桑德拉·特莱丝了！！！

2005年，特莱丝漫画原作出版，16年后动画剧集在网飞播出后作为菲律宾裔representation在菲律宾裔中掀起了十分高的热度。这是一部菲律宾裔不需要隐藏自己口音的剧集，是一部生活在马尼拉的人能认出 “这就是我住的地方”的剧集，是“这是我小时候听过的恐怖传说”，对马尼拉和菲律宾民间传说的描绘十分准确，粉丝们切实感受到自己被正确地代表到了，而不是好莱坞东方主义下的东南亚异域风情。

很多粉丝在fandom里表达了这部剧集对马尼拉的精确捕捉：

@en-sam-malas：灵探特莱丝的最大特点是它如何设法平衡了都市传说、热带哥特式风格和魔幻现实主义，以及这种特定的恐怖故事如何完美地捕捉到马尼拉的氛围，因为说实话？

马尼拉真的就像那样。

在女性角色的塑造上，这部剧做得也十分优秀。特莱丝和马人族领主的那场戏里，能看到特莱丝尝试取代她父亲，她独立，勇敢，强悍，深思熟虑，为她认为的正确而战。在闪回里，看到她勇敢地走向试炼的大榕树，你真的能开始理解她是个什么样的人。女主没有异性恋感情线也是十分难得（事实上，作者还确认了女主是姬！），说实话，很多美剧女主明明一个人挺好，硬被塞了一个尴尬至极的异性恋对象后整个角色的弧光都毁掉了，仿佛女主非得和PUA男人谈恋爱似的，这才是最大的政治正确吧（白眼）（没错我骂的就是你，妙女神探和超女的编剧）。

关于马人族，在菲律宾传说中他们往往被描述成诡计多端的半马半人生物，据说马人们很喜欢把旅行者引入歧途，然后坑害人们。而这部作品里，马人族会在高速路口等待，然后向你挑战短程加速赛。交易是一样的，如果你输掉比赛你就会失去心智。如果你赢了，马人就帮你一个忙。传统传说和现代生活的完美结合，既尊重了传统也不像某些魔改的厕所台奇幻剧让原住民恼火，实属是个绝妙的让民间传说重新焕发生机的方法。

以及最后，这部剧有：

很会玩刀的、杀光鬼怪的badass女主

漂亮姐姐x2

神秘的阴间使者

有翅膀的漂亮姐姐

风人双胞胎姐妹

不穿衣服的阿斯旺

被当做奖品的双胞胎himbo跟班

总之都可以梦，颜粉的狂欢了朋友们（大雾）（鸡笼已经放好了）

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【影评】永生妻妻和永生夫夫的不死人生——论没有异性恋的世界有多美好

永生妻妻和永生夫夫的不死人生——论没有异性恋的世界有多美好

一个名叫安迪（查理兹·塞隆饰）的战士领导了一个关系紧密的秘密雇佣兵团体，他们具有神秘的不死之身，为了保护凡人世界而战斗了几个世纪。但团队在受雇执行紧急任务时突然暴露了他们不寻常的能力，他们要依靠安迪和新加入的士兵奈尔（琪琪·莱恩饰），帮助团队消除那些不择手段要复制他们的能力并从中获利的人所带来的威胁。

这是第一部由有色人种女性导演执导的女性超级英雄题材电影，吉娜·普林斯-拜斯伍德成为导演的第一件事就是聘用女性当各电影部门的领导，也难怪能拍出如此反男性凝视、如此女权主义的优秀动作电影，而不是好莱坞白男眼中穿着暴露的美少女拯救世界。

看看Andy和Quynh在《永生守卫》里的服饰吧，整部电影中她们从未被性化（sexualized），没有胸垫，没有侧开叉到大腿的衣物，没有袒胸露腹，只有穿着为战斗而设计的衣物，穿着代表着她们各自文化的服饰（一个是古斯基泰人一个是古越南人），她们的衣物不是设计来取悦男性凝视的。这就是为什么我们需要女性参与到电影幕后制作上来。

同时这也是一部完全没有异性恋的电影，电影中有一对百合一对基，用大量真实的、平凡的小细节（亲吻，表白，拥抱，共同战斗，睡在一起）时刻提醒我们，她们/他们是一对，而不像常见的好莱坞电影里不断卖腐（queerbaiting）却否认他们确实是一对同性恋人只是“很好的朋友”。更难能可贵的是，尽管好莱坞影视作品中不断有LGBTQ角色出现，但ta们通常总是没有一个好的结局最终死亡并以死推动剧情发展，被酷儿粉丝们总结为杀死同性恋剧情（bury the gay trope），愤怒的粉丝们甚至创建了lgbtfansdeservebetter.com/网站用于纪念死去的LGBTQ角色……而这部电影不仅没有bury the gays，更是字面意义上上演了“你敢bury the gays她们就会杀了你”这样酣畅淋漓的剧情。

PS. Andy这个角色对武器的选择是一把双头斧（Labrys），在希腊神话中，这种斧头仅限女神使用（并且Andy说过她曾经被当做神来崇拜），在现代这个双头斧更是作为女同性恋的标志。

除去对同性恋情既不sexualize又不fetishize的优秀刻画之外，《永生护卫》对女性角色之间情谊的描写也非常好，Andy和Nile，一个最年长的不死者遇到了刚活了27年第一次发现自己永生不死的年轻女孩，Andy沉浸在失去恋人的悲伤中不可自拔而愤世嫉俗，变得冷漠且自暴自弃，而Nile的出现是一种崭新的精神，提醒着Andy她是谁她存在的意义，而反过来Andy带Nile进入了一个属于她自己的温暖家庭，Andy是她可以依赖的人，真实地诠释了女性视角下的女性情谊。

如果说Andy和Nile的关系还是全片重点描述的对象，那么Andy受伤后瞒着同伴们去药店和random女性店员互动的短暂一幕就更是非常罕见的优秀女性支持女性的小细节了：Andy受了伤，女性店员敏锐地注意到了，问她需不需要帮助。Andy在女性店员帮她处理伤口的时候说，（这明显的战斗伤口）你还没问是怎么回事呢。而女性店员回答说，这不重要，我帮了你，下一次你就可以帮助其他人，我们不是注定孤独。一段短小精悍的、能通过贝克德尔测试的精彩对话，如果要是白男来拍，保准要来点激情戏表达“感激之情”呢（白眼）。

这部电影对有色人种女性角色的刻画也是相当优秀，Nile是一名新近才发现有永生能力的新成员，和其他白人男性主导的电影里不同，Nile作为一个黑人女性角色第一次不用向别人（尤其是白人们）证明自己的能力证明自己配得上，而是被毫无条件地接纳了，不得不说这是只有少数族裔女性才能写出来的优秀剧情。而Quynh，尽管原作漫画里她是日本人，但演员Veronica Ngô是越南人，而她希望能作为越南演员代表自己的文化，搭戏的塞隆听了她的想法后反映了这个问题，于是才最终有了充满魅力的Quynh，好莱坞大项目中的第一个越南裔角色，不得不说只有女性才会支持女性。

总之是一部被国内大大低估的女性动作电影，特别好嗑，强烈推荐！！！

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【肖根】收割者

Summary:

人类锤x死神根，又名如果她们早了十年相遇会发生什么呢。

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

她们第一次见面的时候，Shaw第一次失去自己的病人。

Shaw完美地完成了手术，但病人因为心力衰竭没能活下来。最终所有人都离开了手术室，而Shaw看着手术台上的身体，一如当时她父亲去世之后的心情，不如说缺失的感情，她什么都没有感觉到。当她转身准备离开时，她发现一个带着兜帽的人不知怎么进到了手术室而没被她发现。

“你她妈是谁？”

那人歪歪头，摘下兜帽看着这个医生。“你能看见我?”

“你不应该进来，这里是——”Shaw伸手拦住那个棕发女人。

她的手径直从那个女人的身上穿了过去。“什么……？”

那女人低头看了看。“你无法阻拦我。你甚至不应该看到我。”

那个女人困惑地摇了摇头。“不管怎样，我的名字是Root，你是？”

Shaw觉得她是疯了才会和一个摸不着的女人谈话。“我是Shaw。”

她一定是因为失去病人而悲恸过度了：因为显然她已经在和想象中的鬼魂谈话了。

对方优雅地翻了个白眼。“回答你的问题，我不是鬼。虽然有点无礼，我知道，但我必须走了。我们很快会再有机会的。”

一把巨大的镰刀凭空出现在Root的手中，Shaw眨了眨眼睛。一个发光的红色圆球从手术台上的身体中钻浮现了出来。Root用她的镰刀挥过圆球，红色的圆球伴随着一声叹息爆裂消失了。最后看了一眼人类，Root消失了。

Shaw环顾四周，用手指捏了捏鼻梁。她不想知道这意味着什么。

从那以后，Shaw在每次失去病人都不断地碰到Root。当Shaw身边有其他人的时候，Root从来没有出现过。

“你对其他所有人也这样吗？”Shaw干巴巴地说， Root出现在她身后。Shaw不会被吓到，但她不习惯有人能偷偷靠近她。

Root甜甜地笑了，暂时忽略了躺在病床上的尸体。“当然。只不过你是唯一看得见我的人类。”

一开始，Root只会在收获灵魂后停留几分钟，但她开始停留的时间越来越长，被这个有趣的人类所吸引。Shaw对死亡的态度让Root着迷。

Shaw渐渐喜欢上了神秘的死神。在医院的日子里很忙，她从不交朋友，但能和一个有着相同幽默感的死神调情的感觉还是挺好的。


“为什么你总是在我的病人死后才出现？”

“我是一个收割者，当有足够大的死亡值得我们关注时，我们就会出现。”

“什么？”

Root笑着摇了摇头。“你周围的东西每天都在死去。虫子，细菌，你的细胞。大多数时候，它们很轻松就进入了来世。但是有时候他们需要一点推动才能跨过去。灵魂召唤我们，把我们锚定在这个领域。我们反过来给予他们所需的推动力。”

Shaw思考了一下。“你确定我每天死去的细胞不足以让你想出现的时候就出现？”

“亲爱的，”Root轻笑起来，“你想我了吗？”

“像想我肚里的蛔虫那样想。”

“我喜欢你的比喻。”

“那为什么我是唯一能看见你的人？还是说你其实并不存在？毕竟一切都像空气一样穿过你。”Shaw不依不饶地问道。

Root歪了歪头，看着小个子女人。“别动。”

Shaw看着Root倾身靠近她，在她脸颊上留下一个吻。

Shaw终于如愿以偿把有了实体的Root按在了墙上。

Root任由Shaw按住她，她向下看着Shaw，被逗笑了。“这对你来说够真实了吗？”

Shaw盯着她看了好一会儿，然后猛地亲了上去。

Root回吻了她，狂野地感受着人类的温暖灵魂。

Shaw深吸了一口气，最后一次离开医院。她被医院开除了，因为她在通知病人家属死讯时吃棒棒糖。这不公平，Shaw愤愤地想，她救了那个病人三次，她的身体感到筋疲力尽需要糖分又不是她的错。

Shaw一脚踢开挡路的石子。石子滚到一只小鸟的尸体前停了下来。尽管Shaw不觉得Root会为只小鸟出现，但她还是抬头张望了一下。

Shaw感觉到了一个存在。

“Root，出来，”Shaw没好气地喊道。在医院的时候Root总爱这么做，尽管Shaw从未被吓到。

Root实体化了她的身体，走近Shaw和她并肩同行。“不能怪一个女孩想要试试啊。”

“听说你被医院开除了，”Root说。

“凡人糟透了，”Shaw嘟囔道（这些天她也被Root影响了），“谁在乎能救ta命的医生是第二轴人格障碍啊？我是说，你就不在乎，对吧，Root？”

“我不是凡人，“Root同情地看了Shaw一眼，“其他人类在乎。”

Shaw撇了撇嘴。“像我说的那样，人类糟透了。”

“那你接下来打算干什么呢？”

Shaw认真考虑了一下。“那么哪里死亡最多？”

“或许我应该去参军。”

Root被逗乐了，她笑着转过头看着Shaw。“所以你打算为了我参军？”

“不是。“Shaw翻了翻白眼。“我只是觉得如果我不擅长治人的话或许我更适合杀人。”

Root吃吃笑了起来，“Sameen，没有灵魂作为锚点我不能久留。但如果你说是就是吧。”

Root轻柔的笑声和她本人一起消失在空气中。Shaw，一个习惯了Root的来去无踪的人，只是又翻了个大大的白眼。

海军陆战队证明Shaw确实更擅长救人而不是杀人。Shaw在军队里晋升得很快，而且战场上的Root绝对是最有趣的陪伴，毕竟不是所有人都能在交火中闲庭漫步的。

但Shaw向上帝发誓Root绝对也是最不挑好时候调情的家伙。

一次，Shaw从侧翼突围后意识到Root没跟上她。

“你不是有灵魂需要收割吗？”

“我是，”Root慢悠悠地说，“但我在帮你看着你的六点钟方向呢。而且，这里风景好极了。”

Shaw气急败坏地意识到收割者正盯着她的臀部。

“认真的吗，Root？容我提醒你一下，我是会死的凡人，所以闭嘴赶紧收了灵魂我们要离开这里，这里不安全。”

于是收割者召唤了她的镰刀，毫不犹豫地将Shaw留下的尸体中浮现出来的灵魂球切成了两半。

Shaw好不容易回到基地，虽然她不是不欣赏营地里的卫生条件，但缺乏隐私的军营让她发疯。她可不想让队友看到她对着空气说话然后质疑她的精神状态。所以她申请了加入ISA。

候选人加入必须通过一个评估和选拔课程，以及一个漫长的背景审查和心理测验。被录取后她还要在一个特殊训练课程中接受进一步训练。

因为训练她有段时间没见到Root了；她估计Root正满世界收割灵魂呢。

幸运的是Hersh对她的训练非常满意，很快就让她参与了第一个ISA任务。

她的搭档是Cole，一个技术小子；在她出外勤的时候，他除了坐在厢车里负责监视之外没什么好做的。通讯是个问题，但Shaw总可以在处理尸体的时候关闭通讯。

Shaw根据Cole追踪的信号出现在黑暗公园里一群地下交易者身后。“没有人告诉你们晚上这公园不安全吗？”

买卖双方立刻散开，可惜Shaw是暗夜中的恶魔，专门猎杀这种危险分子。

“噢，你漏掉了一个。”一个悠闲的声音在她身后传来。

Shaw回过头，看到Root歪歪斜斜地靠在附近的一棵树上。

“Root。”Shaw的脸上露出一丝笑容。

“听说你从地狱般的训练课程中出来了。”Root随意地从空中抽出她的镰刀。

“我还挺乐在其中的。”

“我就期待你这么说呢，”Root的笑容完全是邪恶的，“你可没这么容易摆脱掉我。”

Root流畅地收割着死者的灵魂，“你不是有在逃敌人需要追杀吗？”

“新工作，新规矩，”Shaw咧着嘴笑了起来，一边欣赏挥舞着巨大镰刀的Root，“我得把子弹从这些死人身上取出来。顺便一提，‘有个火辣的死神和我调情导致我错过目标’写在报告里怎么样？”

Root大笑起来。她想念这个拥有独特幽默感的士兵。现在是特工了。她就知道Shaw消失不是为了让她在什么无人认领的地方找到她的尸体的。她是只很难杀死的猫。

“所以你觉得我很辣？”Root笑着调情。

“闭嘴吧，Root，”Shaw吻了上去。

她们在漆黑的街心公园接吻，脚边是散落一地的尸体，Shaw身上还有血迹，她还有收割者的工作要做，本不该感觉这么好，但Root感觉好极了。

Shaw当然没有在报告里提到她火辣的死神朋友，但她的报告依旧非常“丰富多彩”，总之，ISA决定对她委以重任，于是她在全球各地往返，专程猎杀恐怖分子。而Root总是在她身边。死神和杀手，配到地狱里去了。

Shaw从不说，但她很喜欢这个。远离军队里的条条框框和窥探的眼睛，她可以毫不顾忌地和Root调情。她也很喜欢Root在混战中提供的支持。死亡总是和战斗如影随形，拥有一个死神女朋友意味着Shaw能在处于人数劣势的战斗中占尽优势；倒不是说Shaw真的需要帮手。但出其不意总是很有趣。

几天前一组制作脏弹的恐怖分子把Shaw带到了柏林。主控同意出击后，她提议用毒气。

“你知道除了你之外还有谁疯狂到会用毒气吗，”Cole说，“俄罗斯人，FSB俄罗斯疯子们。”

“不然你以为我哪来的灵感？”

“哦，不愧是我的女孩。”Root凭空出现在她身边，附在Shaw的耳边轻轻地说。

“Root。”Shaw挑挑眉，不以为意地看了她一眼。

三声身体撞击地板的声音后，Shaw破门而入。

她轻车熟路地解除敌方的武器，取出铯，这时她注意到桌面上被风吹起的纸张。她拿起枪站起身，发现靠近窗户的男人已经不见了。

那男人拿着刀向她扑来，她来不及开枪，和他扭打在一起。

Shaw狠狠给了那男人一拳把他从她身上推开后，他爬起身从她视野里消失了。

Shaw站起身，端起枪，看到Root歪着脑袋盯着她的屁股。

“我看不见他，”Cole焦虑地在频道里大喊。

“冷静下来，给我点有用的，”她是说给两个人听的。

“停下来，”Root说。

“在你右手边，”Root说。

“你的三点钟方向，”Cole同时说道。

“现在！”Cole喊道。

“现在。”Root贴在Shaw身边，在Shaw的耳边诱人地说。

Shaw连开四枪，当场射杀了一墙之隔的那个男人。

“Sam，你还好吗？”Cole担心地问。

Shaw抬头看了愉快地穿墙而过的Root一眼。

“拉响火警然后到大街上。”

“你要做什么？”Cole问。

“取回我的子弹。我们从来没有来过这里，记得吗？”Shaw弹出了小刀，眼睛紧紧跟随着Root挥动镰刀的动作。

Shaw走回到桌边，重新组装起了脏弹。

“你这是在干什么呢？”Root问。

“看起来这是掩盖我们痕迹的最佳方式，不是吗？”Shaw得意地炫耀着手中的手机引爆装置，“我们有五分钟。”

Root勾起嘴角。Sameen真是个充满惊喜的特工。

柏林之后Shaw回到了纽约，这一切的开端，追踪一个鬼鬼祟祟的前特种兵。

在厢车里，她正忙着装子弹，这时她注意到了Cole的不对劲。他看起来很苍白。

“你有什么问题吗？”

“你有想过探索者是从哪儿来的号码吗？”

“没想过。”

“为什么？”

“因为我不为探索者工作。”

……

Shaw有些不耐烦了，她并不想和Cole讨论这个问题，她对探索者不感兴趣。 “我们之所以不问探索者的号码是哪儿来的，是因为探索者从不出错。”

“好吧，他们这次就错了。”

Shaw的脸色阴沉。“你干了蠢事对吧？”

“我给局里一个朋友打了电话，让她追踪资金。资金来源不是黎巴嫩真主党，是来自于美国政府——而且就是来自于ISA。Aquino是在做保密工作，但他是在为我们做，”Cole说，“我联系了主控——Wilson，我是说，我要求了内部调查。我保证不会把你牵扯进来。”

“你和Wilson说了？”

Cole点头，“对。”

号码的行动打断了这个对话，Shaw和Cole不得不把这个问题先放到一边。

Shaw和Cole潜入号码的公寓，Cole轻而易举地黑进了号码的电脑，但——

“这不对劲。”

“他和一些前军人有联系。”

“你有ta们的名字吗？”Shaw问。

“有，”Cole困惑地回答，“是我们。这些文件全是我们的名字。”

Shaw听到什么动静，她起身到窗前查看。

Root的身影突然映在窗上，她的表情满是担忧。“这是陷阱。快跑。马上！”

Shaw立刻做出了反应，勉强在第一轮子弹倾泻而来的之前扑倒了Cole。

她击倒了第一批特工，取下其中一个的通讯设备。

“跟在我身后，”Shaw对Cole嘱咐道，“我们必须清理一条逃生路线。”

她带着Cole出了房间，却被另一队特工堵在了这一层。

“Shaw，小心！”Cole大喊，把自己挡在Shaw和另一个特工之间。

Shaw立刻开枪还击。她满心怒火，为ISA把这个任务变成了解决掉她们的陷阱。

击退了又一批特工后她扶起重伤的Cole，用手按压住Cole的伤口。

“不不不，”

“我很抱歉，”Cole说，把沾着血的USB塞进了Shaw的手里，停止了呼吸。

Shaw愣愣地看着Cole的尸体。

Shaw感觉到Root的手放在她的肩头。“你得走了，Shaw，”Root抱歉地说，从空气中抽出镰刀收割走了Cole的灵魂。那颗Cole的红色灵魂球发出一声最后的叹息，消失了。

“三队，就位，”Shaw听到耳机里说。

Shaw没法从正面离开，于是她抓着一个特工当缓冲垫从二楼窗户跳了下去。

她杀死了外面包围建筑的几个特工，清出一条路线，然后碰到了Wilson。

“所有小队报告，你们杀死了那个女人没——”

“Wilson？”

两人的目光相遇，然后同时开火。Shaw勉强逃走了。

她腹部中了弹。

Shaw需要找地方休整。

于是她绑架了Lewis。

但她显然惹恼了毒贩帮派。

“Sameen，醒醒，”Shaw从昏迷中睁开眼，看见一个站在半担忧半等着看好戏的Root身后的棕色皮肤男子，拿着她的枪。

“你她妈到底是谁，来闹事的坏蛋吗？”

“唔，他这倒说的没错。”Root评论道。

Shaw在心底轻笑起来。

“不全是。我有所谓第二轴人格障碍。”Shaw轻描淡写地说。

“很性感。”Root评价。

“这是什么意思？”

“哦，你当然不了解Sameen的美好啦。”Root找了个地方坐下翘起了二郎腿。

“意思是我下手杀了你和你的朋友时不会有任何感觉。”

“像我说的那样，性感。”

“哦，”那男人难以置信地笑了起来，“你要杀了我？你才几斤几两，上百斤了吗？”

“嚯，你要为你这话付出代价了，”Root幸灾乐祸地评论。

“9毫米子弹，重约35克，就能搞定了，”Shaw轻松地说。

“虽然她个子很小，但她很强悍！”Root兴高采烈地说。

Shaw悄悄翻了个白眼。

“但你的枪是.45口径的，小姑娘，”那男人嘲讽地说。

“她当然不是在说这把枪，愚蠢的凡人啊。”Root大声评价道。

“我是在说我的备用枪。”Shaw看着那人的眼睛说。一部分的她很享受他大变的脸色。

一阵枪响后，房间里站立着的只剩下了Shaw。

“这就是我的女孩儿，”Root笑着说。

“Lewis，走吧，”Shaw呼了口气，看着惊慌失措的黑人小孩，“如果你和别人说了我的事，我就会找到你。”

“好吧，”Root耸耸肩，“看样子不是他的时间。”

Root收割完一地的灵魂，把沙发上的一具尸体推开坐到了喝着啤酒的Shaw身边。

“接下来你打算怎么做？”

和Veronica Sinclair的谈话虽然不慎愉快但十分具有启示性。她杀光了来追杀她和Veronica的三个ISA特工，让Veronica赶紧离开，越远越好。

“你知道就算你自首，ISA也不会放过你的吧，”Root收割完Shaw留下的灵魂收起镰刀，说。

当然Root偷听了Shaw在来的路上打的那通电话。

“我知道，”Shaw搜了搜死去特工的身。

“乌头碱，我们用的剂量最多能撑四分钟。”她漫不经心地评论道。

“好吧，”Root吻住了Shaw，“这是好运吻。”

“这是什么？”一吻结束后，Shaw看着Root塞到她手中的注射器。

“阿托品和杜冷丁，”Root笑嘻嘻地说，“你和Veronica谈话的时候我去了趟医院。”

Shaw是个擅长兼顾多个任务的人。她见了足够级别的“非主控者”，把Cole的文件交给了他，杀了杀害Cole的凶手。

“Hersh，”Root出现在Wilson的尸体旁时说。

Shaw做好了准备。

Shaw在停尸房里醒了过来。

Root靠在冷柜旁看到她醒来，脸上露出了大大的笑容。

“你知道实体化后把你搬上救护车有多费精力吗——”Root说。

Shaw狠狠地翻了个白眼，笑着，然后把Root拉进了一个吻里。

两人喘着气分开，Shaw发现Root的身体闪烁着在变化。

“你知道的，没有锚点我不能久留。”Root说。

Shaw环顾四周，在看看自己，调笑着说，“我以为这种地方有足够的锚点呢。”

Root戳了戳Shaw，“你是活的，不是锚点。”

“如果你把自己锚定在我身上会怎么样？”

Root看起来惊呆了。或者说是这个死神最接近惊呆的样子。

“你不知道你在说什么。”

“一旦我这么做了，你的灵魂就再也回不到过去的样子了。”

“我真的死了一次了，又会有什么不同呢？”

“你不是说灵魂召唤你吗，你看，这里就正好有一个你想要的灵魂。”

“你真的想要这么做吗？”Root好奇地问。

“为什么不呢？”Shaw说，“我已经死过一次了；还能有什么不同？”

Root无法否认Shaw的灵魂在向她呼唤。在她第一次和Shaw道别后，她费尽心思才忽略了那呼唤。然后她一次又一次地被Shaw温暖的灵魂所吸引。收割者无法抗拒如此慷慨的赐予，如此光明的灵魂。

“一旦给予，你将永远被收割者标记。你百分之百确定吗？”

“当然。”

Root的镰刀凭空物化，她把镰刀递给Shaw，“拿着。”

Shaw抓住把手的时候她叫出声来，感觉自己的一部分被镰刀吸收进去，永远地改变了。一段被遗忘的记忆浮出水面。

Shaw 因为撞击而昏昏沉沉。她能听到火焰在外面燃烧，劈啪作响的火舌带着不祥的预兆。在她因为脑震荡而晕乎乎的时候，她看到了一个小小的影子出现她的身旁。

Root 看着她摇摇头， “ 你的时候未到。 ”

“ 不要让我一个人留在这里。 ” 小 Sameen 昏昏沉沉地说。

Root 停下来点头。她在小 Sameen 旁边以同样的姿势趴下。 “ 我会一直呆到 ta 们来。 ”

Shaw惊讶地抬起头看着现在的Root，“你当时在那里。我的心理医生认为你是我的幻觉。”

Root自己也很震惊，“我忘了，对不起——”

Shaw把Root拉近亲吻了她。

有生以来第一次，Root感到自己完全是一个整体，一个人类，而不是一直在变化。死神激情地回吻着Shaw。Root第一次和活着的灵魂绑定在一起，她仍然可以感觉到其他灵魂的召唤，但是与她旁边烈火般燃烧的灵魂相比，其他所有灵魂都变得黯淡了。

“所以接下来你想去哪里？”

“和你的糟糕屁股联系在一起？随便什么地方都行。”

Notes:

对不起Cole小哥，我本来不想Cole死的但ISA要见血，emmm

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【肖根】Reaper

Summary:

Human! Shaw x The Grim Reaper! Root, what happens when Shaw bumps into Root the Grim Reaper.
Or
What if they met ten years earlier.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

When they first met, Shaw lost her first patient.

Shaw performed the surgery perfectly, but the patient didn’t make it because of heart failure. Eventually, everyone left the OR, and Shaw looked at the body on the table, felt exactly like the time after her father’s death, or rather say the lack of feeling, she felt nothing. As she turned to leave, she saw a hooded person had somehow gotten into the OR without her noticing.

“Who the fuck are you?”

The woman tilted her head, took off her hood, and looked at the doctor. “You can see me?”

“You’re not supposed to come in here, “Shaw said, reaching to stop the brunette.

Her hand went right through the woman. “What…?”

The woman looked down. “You can’t stop me. You shouldn’t even be able to see me.”

The woman shook her head in confusion. “Anyway, my name is Root, and you are?”

Shaw thought she’d be crazy to talk to a woman she can’t touch. “I’m Shaw.”

She must have been devastated by the loss of her patient: she was clearly talking to an imaginary ghost.

That woman rolled her eyes gracefully. “Answer your question, I’m not a ghost. It’s a bit rude, I know, but I have to go. We’ll do this again soon.”

A giant scythe appeared out of nowhere in Root’s hand, and Shaw blinked. A glowing red orb emerged from the body on the operating table. Root swiped the orb with her scythe, and the red orb vanished with a sigh. Took one last glance at the human, Root was gone.

Shaw looked around and pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers. She didn’t want to know what that meant.

After that, Shaw kept bumping into Root every time she lost a patient. When Shaw was not alone, Root never showed up.

 “Do you do this to everyone else?”Shaw said dryly, as Root appeared behind her. Shaw wouldn’t be intimidated, but she’s not used to people sneaking up on her.

Root smiles innocently, ignoring the body lying in the hospital bed. “Absolutely. Except you’re the only mortal who can see me.”

Before Root would only stay a few moments after reaping the soul but she began to stay longer and longer, intrigued by the mortal. Shaw’s attitude to death fascinated Root.

Shaw grew fond of the mysterious Reaper. The days in the hospital were busy and she never made friends, but it was nice to flirt with a Reaper, who had the same sense of humor.

“Why do you only ever appear after my patients die?”

 “I am a Reaper, we only appear when there is a death substantial enough to warrant our interest.”

“What?”

Root smiled. “Everything around you is dying every day. Bugs, bacteria, your cells. Most of the time, they enter the after with no trouble. But sometimes they need a little push to get across. The souls summon us, anchor us to this realm. We, in turn, give the push they need.”

Shaw thought about it. “Are you sure I don’t have enough cells dying every day to let you show up whenever you want?”

“Aw sweetie,” Root chuckled, “Did you miss me?”

“I miss you like I miss an intestinal parasite.”

“I like your similes.”

“And why am I the only one who can see you? Or do you not really exist? Everything just goes through you like you’re made of air. “Shaw asked.

Root tilted her head and looked at the smaller woman. “Don’t move.”

Shaw watched as Root concentrated and leaned closer to her, leaving a kiss on her cheek.

Shaw finally could pin the materialized Root against the wall. She wanted to do this for a long time.

Root let Shaw pin her against the wall, and she looked down at Shaw, looked amused. “Is this real enough for you?”

Shaw stared at her for a moment, then kissed her.

Root kissed her back, feeling the warmth of the human soul in a wild way.

Shaw took a deep breath and left the hospital for the last time. She was fired from the hospital for eating a lollipop while notifying a patient’s family of his death. That’s not fair, Shaw thought indignantly. She had saved the patient three times, and it wasn’t her fault that she was exhausted and needed sugar.

Shaw kicked away a stone that was in the way. The stone stopped in front of a dead. Although Shaw didn’t think Root would appear for the death of a bird, she searched for Root for a moment.

Shaw sensed a presence.

“Root, come out, “Shaw yelled, annoyed. Root always did this at the hospital, even though Shaw was never intimidated.

Root materialized her body and approached Shaw to walk alongside her. “Can’t blame a girl for tryin’.”

“Heard you got kicked out of the hospital, “Root said.

“Mortals suck, “ Said Shaw, who was affected by Root these days. “Who cares if the doctor who can save their life has Axis II Personality Disorder? I mean, you don’t care, do you, Root?”

“I am not mortal,” Root said, giving Shaw a sympathetic look. “other mortals care.”

Shaw pursed his lips. “Like I said, mortals suck.”

“Then what are you gonna do now?”

Shaw gave serious thought. “So where has the most death?”

“Maybe I should join the army.”

Root was amused, she smiled at Shaw. “So you’re gonna join the army for me?”

“No.” Shaw rolled his eyes. “I just figured I’d be better at killing people if I wasn’t good at fixing them.”

Root chuckled. “Sameen, I can’t stay long without an anchor. But if you say so.”

Root’s soft laugh vanished in the thin air just like herself. Shaw, who is used to Root’s coming and going without a trace, just rolled her eyes again.

The Marines proved that Shaw was indeed better at killing people than saving them. shaw has risen through the ranks quickly, and Root was definitely the best company in the battlefield. After all, not everyone can walk into crossfires like walking in a park.

But Shaw swore to God, she flirted at the most awkward times.

Once, Shaw broke out from the flank and realized that Root wasn’t following her.

“Don’t you have souls to harvest?”

 “I do, “Root said slowly, “But I’m watching your six for you. Plus, it’s a great view here.”

Shaw was annoyingly noticed that the Reaper was staring at her ass.

 “Seriously, Root? Let me remind you, I’m a mortal, so shut up and collect your damn souls. we’re getting out of here. It’s not safe.”

The Reaper summoned her scythe and cut the Orb in half as it emerged from the bodies Shaw left behind without hesitation.

Shaw made it back to the base, not that she didn’t appreciate the sanitary conditions in the base, but the lack of privacy drove her crazy. She didn’t want her teammates to see her talking to the air and questioning her mental health.

So she applied to join the ISA.

Candidates must pass an assessment and selection course, as well as a lengthy background check and psychological test. Once accepted, she had to train in a special further training program.

She hasn’t seen Root in a while because of her training; she believed Root was harvesting souls all over the world.

Luckily, Hersh was very pleased with her training. she was soon assigned to her first ISA mission.

Her partner in ISA was Cole, a tech guy. He has nothing better to do than sit in their van and watch through surveillance when Shaw was in the field. Communication’s a problem, but Shaw can always shut it down while she’s disposing of the bodies.

Shaw appeared behind a group of underground traders in a park, following their signals tracked by Cole. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you it isn’t save to be in the park at night?”

The buyers and seller split up, but Shaw is the devil of the night, hunting down dangerous people like them.

“Ow, you missed one. “A leisurely voice came from her back.

Shaw looked back and saw Root leaning against a tree nearby.

“Root, “Shaw said with a smile on his face.

 “I heard you got out of your hell-like training, “said Root, casually drew her scythe out of the air.

“I kind of enjoyed this sort of thing.”

“I am so glad that you say that, “Root’s smile now was completely evil. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

Root harvested the souls of the dead smoothly, “Don’t you have a runaway need to hunt down?”

 “New job, new rules, “ Shaw grinned, admiring Root brandishing her giant scythe, “I have to get my bullets out of these dead guys. By the way, how about ‘A hot Reaper flirted with Me so I missed my target’ in the report?”

Root laughed. She missed this soldier with her unique sense of humor. It’s agent now. She knew Shaw didn’t disappear to her so she could find her body in the middle of nowhere. She’s the kind of cat hard to kill.

“So you think I’m hot? “Root smiled, flirting.

“Shut up, Root, “Shaw kissed her.

They kissed in the dark, dead bodies scattered around them, there’s blood on Shaw’s hands, and Root’s got Reaper work to do, which shouldn’t feel so good, but Root felt so great.

Shaw didn’t mention her hot-ass Reaper friend in the report, of course, but her report was still very “colorful”. In short, ISA decided to entrust her with this job, so she traveled around the world, hunting terrorists. And Root was always there for her. The Grim Reaper and the assassin. Hell of a match.

Shaw never said it out loud, but she loved it. Far away from the marines’ red tapes and prying eyes, she was free to flirt with Root shamelessly. She also loved the support Root provided in the fights. Death always follows fighting, and having a Reaper girlfriend meant Shaw had all the advantages when she was outnumbered; not that Shaw really needed an extra hand. But the element of surprise was always fun.

A group of bomb-making terrorists brought Shaw to Berlin a few days ago. When control agreed to strike, she suggested using gas.

“You know who else is crazy enough to use gas besides you, “Cole said. “Russians. Crazy  FSB Russians.”

“Where do you think I got the idea?”

“Oh, that’s my girl, “Root emerged from nowhere and whispered into Shaw’s ear.

“Root.”Shaw raised an eyebrow as greeting.

After three sounds of bodies hit the floor, Shaw broke the door and entered.

As she disarmed the enemies and removed the cesium, she noticed the paper on the table that was blown up by the wind. She picked up her gun and stood up. The man near the window was gone.

That man came at her with a knife, and she fought with him before she could shoot.

After Shaw punched the man hard and pushed him away from her, he got up and disappeared from her view.

Shaw got up, picked up her gun, and saw Root staring at her ass.

“I can’t see him, “Cole shouted anxiously over the channel.

“Calm down and give me something I can use, “she was saying this to both of them.

“Stop, “Root said.

“On your right, “Root said.

 “Your Three o’clock, ”Cole said at the same time.

“Now! “Cole shouted.

“Now. “Root said seductively, deliberately leaning against Shaw’s ear.

Shaw fired four shots, killed the man who was not on her sight.

“Sam, you okay? “Cole worried.

Shaw looked up at Root, who was walking through the wall.

“Pull the fire alarm and head down to the street.”

“What are you doing? “Cole asked.

“Take my bullets back. We were never here, remember? “Shaw popped out her knife, her eyes following Root’s swing of the scythe.

Shaw went back to the table and reassembled the dirty bomb.

“What are you doing? “Root asked.

“Seem like the best way to cover our tracks, doesn’t it? “Shaw showed of her cellphone detonator. “We have five minutes.”

A wild smile appeared on Root’s face. Sameen is an agent full of surprises.

After Berlin, Shaw went back to New York, the beginning of everything, tracking down a sneaky ex-military.

She was loading her gun in the van when she noticed something was wrong with Cole. He looked pale.

“It’s something wrong with you?”

“You ever wonder where Research gets the number?”

 “No.”

“Why?”

 “Because I don’t work for the Research.”

…

Shaw’s getting impatient. She didn’t want to discuss it with Cole. She’s not interested in Research. “And the reason we don’t ask where Research gets its numbers from is because Research is never wrong.”

“Well, they were this time.”

Shaw’s face darkened. “You did something stupid, didn’t you?”

“I called on one of my friends from the agency, asked her to trace the money. Those transfers didn’t come from Hezbollah. They came from the U.S. Government—from the ISA itself. Aquino was doing something covert, but he was doing it for us,” Cole said. “I called Control—Wilson. I mean, I’ve requested an internal investigation. I’ll keep you out of it, I promise.”

 “You talked to Wilson?”

“Yeah.” Cole nodded.

Cole nodded. “Yes.”

The number was on his move, so Shaw and Cole had to put this conversation aside.

Shaw and Cole broke into the apartment, and Cole hacked into the number’s computer very easily, but —

“This is not right.”

“Mercer’s got a bunch of emails from some contacts, ex-military.”

 “Do you have the names of the contacts? “Shaw asked.

“Yes, “Cole replied, he looked confused. “They are us. Our names are all over these files.”

Shaw heard something. She checked through the window.

Root’s face suddenly appeared in the window, her expression was full of worry. “It’s a trap. Run. Now!”

Shaw reacted immediately and managed to tackle Cole before the first round of bullets.

She took down the first team and took out one of their comms.

“Stay behind me, “Shaw told Cole. “We have to clear a path.”

She took Cole and herself out of the room but trapped on this floor by another team of agents.

“Shaw, watch out! “Cole shouted, blocking himself between Shaw and another agent.

Shaw fired back right on sight. She was full of anger, for ISA hunt them down like some kind of problem that needed to be solved.

After fighting off another group of agents, she lifted Cole up. Cole was badly injured, so Shaw pressed her hand against his wound.

“No, no, no,”

 “I’m sorry, “Cole said, put the bloody USB into Shaw’s hand and stopping breathing.

Shaw stared at Cole’s body.

Shaw felt Root’s hand on her shoulder. “You have to go, Shaw, “Root said apologetically, drawing the scythe from the air and harvesting Cole’s soul. Cole’s soul orb let out a final sigh and disappeared.

 “Team three, move into position, “Shaw heard over the earpiece.

Shaw couldn’t get out from the front, so she grabbed one of the agents as a cushion and jump through the second-floor window.

She killed the agents that were surrounding the building, cleared a path, and then she ran into Wilson.

 “All team, check-in. did you kill the woman or not-”

 “Wilson？”

Their eyes locked and they both fired at the same time. Shaw barely got away.

She’s been shot.

Shaw needed a place to regroup.

So she kidnapped Lewis.

But she clearly pissed off the drug gangs.

 “Sameen, wake up, “Root said as Shaw opened her eyes from her coma and saw a dark-skinned man standing behind Root holding her gun. Root looked half worried and half waiting to see what would happen.

 “Who the hell you supposed to be, some kinda badass?”

“Well, he’s not wrong about that, “commented Root.

Shaw chuckled to herself.

“Not exactly. I have what’s called an Axis II personality disorder, “Shaw said, downplaying the situation.

 “It’s hot, “said Root.

 “What’s that supposed to mean?”

 “Oh, of course, you don’t understand the beauty of Sameen, “Root said, found a good spot to sit and crossed her legs. Not that she needed the space.

 “It means when I kill you and your friends, I’m not really gonna feel anything.”

“Like I said, HOT AS FUCK.”

 “OH, “the man laughed doubtfully. “You gonna kill me? You weight what, hundred pounds?”

 “Ooh, you’re gonna pay for that, “Root gleefully remarked.

“Nine millimeter round weighs about a quarter of an ounce. It gets the job done. “Shaw said it as a matter of fact.

“Though she be but little, She is fierce! “Root said cheerfully.

Shaw rolled her eyes secretly.

“But your gun’s a . 45, little girl, “the man said sarcastically.

 “Not THAT gun she was talkin’ about, foolish mortal, “Root exclaimed.

“I was talking about my backup piece. “Shaw said, looked directly at the man in the eyes. Part of her enjoyed his expression.

After a burst of gunfire, Shaw was the only human standing in the room.

 “That’s my girl, “Root said with a laugh.

 “Lewis, go, “Shaw exhaled, looking at the panicked black kid. “If you tell anybody about me…   I WILL find you.”

 “Well,” Root shrugged, “looks like it’s not his time yet.”

After harvesting the souls, Root pushed the dead body off the couch and sat next to Shaw, who was drinking a beer.

“What are you going to do next?”

The conversation with Veronica Sinclair was not very pleasant but illuminating. Shaw killed the three ISA agents who were after her and Veronica, and told Veronica to leave the town as far away from here as possible.

 “You know even if you turn yourself in, ISA will still come after you right, “said Root, as she gathered the souls that Shaw left behind.

Of course Root overheard Shaw’s phone call on the way here.

“I know, “Shaw said, patting the dead agent down.

 “Aconitine, the dose we use, you’ve got about four minutes, “she remarked casually.

 “Well, “Root said, kissing Shaw, “It’s a good luck kiss.”

 “What is this? “After the kiss, Shaw looked at the syringe that Root had put into her hand.

 “Atropine and some Demerol,” Root said, grinning. “I went to the hospital while you were talking to Veronica.”

Shaw is a multi-tasker. She met with the not-control-but-as-close-as-she’s-gonna-get, gave Cole’s research to him personally, and revenged for Cole.

 “Hersh,” Root said as she appeared beside Wilson’s body.

Shaw’s ready.

Shaw woke up in the morgue.

Root leaned over the cooler, looking at her with a big ass smile on her face.

Root spoke up. “Do you know how much energy it took me to materialize to move your ass in an ambulance-”

 Shaw rolled her eyes hard but smiled, and pulled Root into a kiss.

As they gasped for air, Shaw saw Root’s body was shimmering.

 “You know, I can’t stay without an anchor, “said Root.

Shaw looked around and looked at herself and let out a laugh, “I thought there were enough anchors in a place like this.”

Root poked Shaw. “You’re alive, not an anchor.”

 “What if you anchored to me?”

Root looks stunned. Or at least as close to stunned as this Reaper could get.

 “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 “Once I do that, your soul will never be the same again.”

 “I literally died once. What difference does it make?”

“I thought you said souls summon you. You see, Here I am, the soul you want.”

 “Do you really want to do this? “Root asks curiously.

 “Why not?”Shaw said. “I’ve already died once. Must be fun.”

Root couldn’t deny the very soul was calling out to her. It took everything of her to ignore the summons after she said goodbye to Shaw the first time. A Reaper couldn’t resist what was so freely given, such a bright soul.

“Once given, one’s soul cannot be returned as it was. You will be forever marked.”

 “Absolutely.”

Root summoned her Scythe from thin air. She handed it to Shaw. “Hold it.”

Shaw gripped part of the handle, and she cried out for feeling a part of herself absorbed by the scythe and changed forever. A forgotten memory floated to the surface.

Shaw was dazed by the car accident. She could hear the flames burning outside, hot fire carried ominous omens. As she felt lightheaded from the concussion, she saw a small shadow appear next to her.

Root looked at her and shook her head. “It’s not your time.”

“ Don’t leave me here alone,” Little Sameen drowsily.

Root stopped and nodded. She lies down in the same position next to Sameen. “I’ll stay until they come.”

Shaw looks up at current Root in surprise. “You were there. My therapist told me you were a hallucination.”

Root herself was shocked too. “I forgot. I’m sorry -”

Shaw pulled Root closer and kissed her.

For the first time in her life, Root felt like a completely solid, a human being, instead of constantly shifting. The Reaper kissed Shaw back passionately. For the first time she connected with a living soul, Root could still feel the summons of other souls, but all of them dulled in comparison to the fiery soul beside her.

 “So where do you want to go next?”

 “With your sorry ass? ANYWHERE.”

Notes:

Sorry Cole, I wanted to save you but ISA wanted you dead…

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【SuperCorp】Five Times Supergirl Managed Not To Break Things During Sex, One Time She Failed

Summary:

Kara was so weak when Lena was around. But the Kryptonian was also incredibly strong.

Notes:

I don’t have a beta so all mistakes are mine;)

Work Text:

Things just went very smooth after Lena found out she’s Supergirl, which is odd, because Rao knows Kara never really good at handling with lies and secrets, and she always messes up. However, Lena can take all the credit, she took off Kara’s shirt in her fancy office, and she was like ‘Oh I doubt so many times that you ARE Supergirl’ ‘No one is supposed to hear me unless they have super hearing’ ‘Or you have the exact same cute smile just like Supergirl’.

Anyway, Kara didn’t pay too much attention to Lena’s ‘How to identify Supergirl’s secret cover’ TED Talk while Lena looked straight at the S on her chest and then torn her suit off.

She supposed to interview Lena that day, asking her opinion about the Green New Deal, but it ended up Lena giving oral to Kara. They did three times that day, so Kara did understand Lena’s opinion very well.

The third time, Lena pinned Kara on her ridiculous expensive office desk, and told Kara that is her favorite furniture, ‘You better not destroy it.’ She teased.

Kara panted against the desk, and let out a moan when she felt Lena spread her legs and planted kisses between her legs.

Kara successfully control her heat vision that day, but Lena argued that she left a small hole on the desk; but Kara believed that is not her fault, besides, the desk is still in one piece.

The next time happened in Catco. After Lena took over Catco, she moved in Cat’s old office. Tried to be a good boss. Tried to understand media field. Which also means spending so much time with one particular reporter. She thought she didn’t spend enough time with her girlfriend. Hence, Lena developed an interest in shamelessly teasing Kara. Like, touching Kara’s hands when she passed her report to Lena. Or, openly flirting with Kara with things only Kara/Supergirl can understand.

Lena, who is a total Luthor, felt all smug to see Kara’s bright-red ears.

And then some random jerk started mansplaining on a morning meeting, ruined a day. She put Kara in charge of a new column about LGBTQ news (no it’s not nepotism), and that dumb idiot began to show off how little he knows about queer people. Kara’s defense is wonderful but she despised this kind of men so much, they know nothing yet so proud of themselves, so she stepped in. She stood in Kara’s side and put her hand at the small of her girlfriend’s back. ‘I believe you are done, Mr… Cooper? Thank you for your eloquent speech, which convince me never put a cishet man in charge of any kind of program.’

Then she gave a smirk to the burning blond next to her because of course, she knew her touch would do this to Kara, ‘Kara, you are doing great. Tell me more about the article you write about transgender youths…’

Kara work till late. When she finally finished her job, only Lena was still in the company. So they forgot about the articles.

After locking down the entire floor in order to avoid uninvited guests, Lena stripped off Kara’s work suit.

‘Do you know how much I want to fuck you when you in this shirt?’ Said Lena, she sounded like a serpent, seducing Eve.

Kara blushed. She wondered if Lena also has superpowers, or what else can make her leg so weak? She was pinned against the glass wall by Lena, and Lena mischievously breathe in her ear, ‘What kind of boss am I if I break my wall in my first month? Hold still, Kara.’

Kara cried out a little for Lena’s wonderful fingers. She can nearly feel the glass twisted under her pressure, but she remembers Lena’s words.

At least Lena was kind enough to take her to the coach later. Thank Rao, Kara managed not to crush Lena’s high-end furniture this time.

The third time is in DEO. Kara expected to meet Alex in the Kryptonite room for sparring. Instead, she saw Lena entered the room, wearing one-piece sportswear.

OH RAO SHE’S SO BEAUTIFUL OH DEAR, Kara shouted in her mind, blushing.

‘Well, Alex got a last-minute call, detective Swayer wants her expertise in a crime scene, so she asked me to train with you.’ But why her smile was so smug?

Kara stuttered. ‘But I’m afraid I will hurt you…’

Lena chuckled. ‘How so? You never hurt Alex before right? Or do you forget that I’m a black belt in Karate?’ Okay now her smile was totally evil.

So they started sparring. Lena’s good, Kara must give her that. With Kryptonite suppressing her power, and Lena’s existence was a distraction (duh), her ass was kicked by Lena. Repeatedly. So Kara tried to fight dirty, but Lena sure knew how to fight dirty. After she countered Kara’s move and use her strength to let her fell, a wicked smile showed on Lena’s face, ‘I learned a few tricks for this you know.’

Somehow Lena made it extremely hot. Kara pounced on Lena, and two of them wrestled together. Then wrestling became fondling, Lena was on top of Kara, smirking, looking at her heavy-breathing girlfriend fondly.

Kara managed to destroy the security camera in the training room before Lena kissed her (And the locker on the door. After they found out the door was broken, Lena make Kara came against the door, twice, before Kara forced the door open and let them out, because… Why not! )(After that, Alex scolded Kara for destroying government property for a whole week but worth it.).

The third time was a charm. Kara believed she’s now very good at self-controlling her power during sex. She wouldn’t call breaking things before/after sex were failures.

The other time happened before the game night. Lena ‘volunteered’ to help Kara prepare game night, but Lena’s missed the last two game nights with Kara because of some endless meetings, so she felt she needed to compensate Kara. Hence, Kara ended up riding Lena’s thigh in her bedroom. So much about game night.

Lena could tell Kara was close, she tightened her hold on Kara’s waist and whispered in Kara’s ear, ‘I know you’re close, so are our friends. You can hear they are coming, right?’

Kara blushed and couldn’t help but grunt.

‘Well, go on, I know you want to cum too,’ Lena said softly, devil smile was in her eyes, ‘and be quiet.’

Kara came quietly while Superfriends let themselves in the house. Her eyes turned bright briefly, but she eventually didn’t lose control and shoot lasers out of her eyes.

‘That is beautiful, Kara, I’d love to see it again,’ Lena said, enchanted, ‘but we still have a game night to host. C’mon,’

Lena left first, to entertain their guests, leaving a bright red Kara, dressing up and thinking about ‘do it again.

They did it again when Kara was visiting Lena’s lab. Lena was developing a new material to purify water, and Kara was covering the story. Since Kara want to know more about it, Lena took Kara to her lab. And of course, Kara found that Lena was not only a genius in science, she’s also hot as hell when she’s wearing the lab coat and talking nerd. So Kara kissed Lena.

It was supposed to be an admiration kiss, but soon it turned into passionate ones, and Lena unzipped her trousers.

‘Are you crazy?’ Said Kara, ears turning red.

‘We are alone,’ Lena said, ‘however, Eve may or may not come back to check her data after dinner, so you might want to keep things intact…’

So Supergirl had to spend all her strength to control her powers (and voice too).

The Girl of Steel was weak when she was dealing with Lena Luthor’s magical fingers. This time her eyes turned totally bright gold and last seconds.

Lena looked at her with a kind of awe. ‘You are a literal goddess, Kara, ’ She said in great fondness, ‘so powerful and gorgeous.’

Kara moaned, and told Lena was also great in that lab coat between kissing.

‘And I love it when you break because of me.’

This sentence made Kara blushed successfully.

So far so good, until a big bad alien witch came to earth and declared war. Her magic was too powerful, Supergirl can’t defeat her, and got hurt.

So Lena was working with DEO, they were finding a way to create some kind of magic jammer to block the witch’s power.

The plan was, Supergirl lured the witch into the city square, the square was planted with jammers, and allow Supergirl to defeat the witch.

But one of the jammers was down during the fight, and without it, Supergirl could not win.

So Lena went to fix the jammer, despite everyone’s opposition. Especially Kara’s.

After they took the witch down, Kara still mad at Lena, the tension between them could cut with a knife, even Briany sensed that.

So Alex sent them home.

They were both quiet on the flight home.

As soon as they landed in Lena’s home, the long silence can’t hold anymore.  

‘You could’ve got yourself killed this time, Lena!’

‘You would’ve died in there, Kara!’

Kara blinked.

‘What?’

‘You were bleeding, Kara! I know you are incredibly strong and all the yellow sun stuff, but YOU were losing! I have to go there and fix the jammer!’

Lena cupped Kara’s face, ‘I cannot lose you, Kara.’

Kara looked like some puppy got kicked. ‘But how can I protect you when I was fighting with bad guys? They- even me could’ve hurt you!’

‘You don’t need to,’ Lena said softly, ‘I can protect myself, and I have your back.’

Lena pulled Kara into a kiss, ‘And who else do you think can kick your ass in the training room?’

Kara pulled back to protest, ’That was different–’

But Lena cut the rest of her words with a bruising kiss.

The kiss became intense, they stumbled to the bedroom, clothes were stripped. Rather than fucking, it’s more like fighting. They left angry marks on each other’s bodies. The Kryptonian was strong, but Lena fought like a Luthor. She bit hard to feel her lover, even a Kryptonian would felt sore after.

Kara cried when Lena used her teeth and tongue at the same time.

Lena aimed for pleasure (and pain maybe). And Kara didn’t hold back. She needed this, to feel herself, to feel Lena, to feel alive. She almost died; she wanted the release.

She broke the bed headboard at the first orgasm. Lena’s ’Never mind, I can always fix it’ didn’t help either. She came hard. So does her heat vision. She burned through the ceiling.

 The ceiling was still smoking, but Lena told her to leave it and went down on her.

This time Kara crushed the bed.

Finally, they snuggled in the only intact bean furniture, Lena was on top of Kara, playing the blonde’s hair.

’Don’t do that to me again, Kara.’

‘Doing what, destroying your house?’ Kara said in puppy eyes.

Lena stared at her, half laughing half-serious.

‘Fine, I promise WE will have each other’s backs.’

‘No more surprises, I promise.’ Lena sealed the promises with a kiss.

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【哈赫】Quidditch Captain and His Off-field Support

Summary:

Harry thought Hermione doesn’t understand about Quidditch at all. He was WRONG.

Notes:

I believe Hermione was just not interested in Quidditch THAT MUCH and got tired about how boys are more interested in flying in dangerous situations than studying. However, she’s a useless nerd so she’s very familiar about Quidditch tactics and moves.

[Slight AU, set in HBP, Ginny Weasley doesn’t have romantic thoughts about Harry, and Harry doesn’t have a monster in his chest screaming about Ginny, and there’s no lucky potions involved. Some content borrowed from HBP. English is not my first language, so plz pardon my grammar mistakes…]

“Stop tapping on your Quidditch board, Harry, ” Hermione said, gritting her teeth. “It’s rather annoying. I have a two-feet long paper on Arithmancy, for Merlin’s sake. “

Harry stopped immediately, sighing, and rubbed his hair in frustration, “I’m sorry, Hermione, it’s just… I’m really worried about THAT match, It’s my first as captain, and it would be terrible if I blow it… “

Hermione looked up from her paper briefly, measuring Gryffindor Quidditch Captain quickly but in a very careful way, then lowered her head again, “… Slytherin’s captain is an impatient guy, you just have to fake your moves as a seeker, for a few more times, they-especially their seeker- will pay their attention to you, the whole Slytherin team will be headless.”

Harry paused. This is new.  “I thought you don’t care about Quidditch. “

“I DON’T, but I have eyes. ” Hermione did not stop writing, but Harry saw the confident smile on her lips, he knew she was more than just “have eyes”.

“…Slytherin’s players are okay, but they are also quite egotistical, and if we use Hawkshead Attacking Formation against them, it will take a lot of pressure off of us,”Hermione continued, without looking at him.

“Wow, ” Harry looked at her in pure curiosity, propping his chin in the palm as he completely dropped his board. “I never knew Hermione Granger had such excellent Quidditch tactical command. “

“Oh, Cap’n, you don’t have to play in the field to understand Quidditch. I can read, ” Hermione said, raising her chin proudly, then looked at her paper again. “So hush now, Harry, don’t make another sound,” Hermione blamed softly, but Harry sure saw the bright smile on her face.

It was a nice day for a match, Harry glanced at the ceiling and saw a clear, pale blue sky: a good omen. Harry approached, and Hermione passed him, whispering in his ear, “C’mon, CAPTAIN, remember what I said.” She patted Harry on the arm and pushed him toward the table already filled with Quidditch players.

Harry felt a swooping sensation in his stomach, he stared at her as she walked off to sat down between girls. He took a deep breath, sat down with his team, “Okay guys… “

The whistle sounded, Harry and the others kicked off hard from the frozen ground, and they were away. 

Harry soared around the perimeter of the grounds, looking around for the Snitch and keeping one eye on Slytherin’s seeker, who was zigzagging far below him, and was pleased to see that Hermione’s tactics had worked. The triangle shape of Ginny, Demirza and Dean was a great distraction for Slytherin, and Poor Ron was finally able to relaxed a little.

“Oh, and here comes Slytherin’s first attempt on goal, it’s Urquhart streaking down the pitch and—” 

Harry’s stomach turned over. 

“—Weasley saves it, well, he’s bound to get lucky sometimes, I suppose. ”

Harry let out a breath of relief, and dived among the chasers, his eyes was searching for the Snitch.

With half an hour of the game gone, Gryffindor were leading sixty points to zero, Ron having made some truly spectacular saves, some by the very tips of his gloves, and Ginny having scored four of Gryffindor’s six goals. This effectively stopped Zacharias wondering loudly whether the two Weasleys were only there because Harry liked them, and he started on Peakes and Coote instead. 

“Of course, Coote isn’t really the usual build for a Beater,” said Zacharias loftily, “they’ve generally got a bit more muscle—” 

“Hit a Bludger at him!” Harry called to Coote as he zoomed past, but Coote, grinning broadly, chose to aim the next Bludger at Harper instead, who was just passing Harry in the opposite direction. Harry was pleased to hear the dull thunk that meant the Bludger had found its mark. 

“Woollongong Shimmy, Demirza! ” Harry shouted at his team, and the chaser zigzagged her way and managed to snatch the Quaffle from Slytherin.

“Thinks you’re something special today, do you?” said a snide voice, and Harry was nearly knocked off his broom as Harper collided with him hard and deliberately. “You pathetic fake moves…”   

Madam Hooch’s back was turned, and though Gryffindors below shouted in anger, by the   time   she looked around, Harper had already sped off. His shoulder aching, Harry raced after him, determined to ram him back.

“And I think Harper of Slytherin’s seen the Snitch!” said Zacharias Smith through his megaphone. “Yes, he’s certainly seen something Potter hasn’t!” 

Smith really was an idiot, thought Harry, hadn’t he noticed them collide? But next moment, his stomach seemed to drop out of the , sky — Smith was right and Harry was wrong: Harper had not sped upward at random; he had spotted what Harry had not: The Snitch was speeding along high above them, glinting brightly against the clear blue sky.

Harry accelerated; the wind was whistling in his ears so that it drowned all sound of Smith’s commentary or the crowd, but Harper was still ahead of him, and Gryffindor was only a hundred points up; if Harper got there first Gryffindor had lost…

Harry made a desperate move, he flew straight to Harper and fake a punch to his nose.

As if in slow motion, he saw Harper’s shocked, terrified face. Harper did a double-take; he fumbled the Snitch, let it slip through his fingers, and shot right past it. Harry made a great swipe for the tiny, fluttering ball and caught it. 

“YES!” Harry yelled. Wheeling around, he hurtled back toward the ground,  the Snitch held high in his hand. As the crowd realized what had happened, a great shout went up that almost drowned the sound of the whistle that signaled the end of the game. 

The atmosphere in  the  changing room was jubilant. 

“Party   up   in  the common room, Seamus said!” yelled Dean exuberantly. “C’mon, Ginny, Demelza!” 

Harry could not see Ron at the Gryffindor celebration party, which was in full swing when he arrived. Renewed cheers and clapping greeted his appearance, and he was soon surrounded by a mob of people congratulating him. What with trying to shake off the Creevey brothers, who wanted a blow-by-blow match analysis, and the large group of girls that encircled him, laughing at his least amusing comments and batting their eyelids, it was some time before he could try and find Ron. At last, he extricated himself from Romilda Vane, who was hinting heavily that she would like to go to Slughorn’s Christmas party with him. As he was ducking toward the drinks table, he walked straight into Hermione, Crookshanks mewing hopefully at her heels. 

“Looking for Ron?” she asked, smirking. “He’s over there, the filthy hypocrite.” 

Harry looked into the corner she was indicating. There, in full view of the whole room, stood Ron wrapped so closely around Lavender Brown it was hard to tell whose hands were whose. 

“It looks like he’s eating her face, doesn’t it?” said Hermione dispassionately. 

Harry measuring  Hermione for a moment. “You really don’t mind if Ron and Lavender… ? “

“Come on, Harry, ” Hermione shrugged, sipping her butter beer. “Little Brown winked at Ron for half a semester. “

“Does this mean you’re not mad at Ron? ” Harry asked cautiously.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “He’s going to have to apologize for his recent unpleasant behavior, or I’m still not gonna talk to him. “

Fair enough, Harry thinks, Ron had been a completely asshole.

“Good job, by the way. The Transylvanian Tackle was astonishing. “

Harry raised his eyebrow. Impressive, Harper must’ve been the only one who saw it.

“What? I used the Omnioculars you gave me last year, ” Hermione explained as she knew THAT look perfectly.

Wow. Brilliant.

“So-, Hermione, ” Harry scratched his head awkwardly, “I haven’t officially thanked you for your tactical support. You saved my captaincy, kept me from being yelled by McGonagall… “

Hermione laughed. Professor McGonagall’s obsession with Quidditch was almost as intense as her obsession with Transfiguration, and no one wants to see her freak out. “Don’t say that, Harry. You’re gonna be a great Quidditch Captain. “

“But how about accompanying me to the prefect’s patrol as a thank you? ” Hermione Granger finished his last sip of beer and put down her glass.

“Oh, of course. I’d love to, ” Harry said with relief, blushing.

“I’ll go get my badge. Meet me at the door, CAP’N. We’ll have so much fun. ” Hermione smiled at him and kissed him quickly on the cheek.

Harry touched the spot where Hermione kissed and smiled as she walking to dorm. A prefect’s nighty patrol after a Quidditch match? It’ll be fun.

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原创 双飞组 同人文

【双飞组】胜利

Summary:

古希腊神话AU 双战神组

战神法芮尔x胜利女神安吉拉

Notes:

*甜甜的糖
*OOC
*灵感来源于胜利女神奈姬也有乘坐战车与战神雅典娜一同并肩战斗的说法（
*大量希神梗出没

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

玩闹
法芮尔和安吉拉在蔚蓝爱琴海包围的小岛上玩耍。两人没有穿着华服，仅仅是身着及膝短袍，在青翠的草地上玩闹。两人手持长矛，在地中海灿烂的夏日下舞出了一片炫目的光影。
法芮尔持盾挡住安吉拉的攻击，而长着翅膀的女神轻盈地飞起从半空中向明眸女神一击。法芮尔的母亲即使深知自己的孩子的实力却依旧唯恐较年长的女孩会伤到她那个心爱的黑发孩子，于是在两人之间投掷了一道催眠符咒。
被击中的安吉拉在晕倒前听见了法瑞尔坚定的声音：“我接住你了。”

狩猎
不像狩猎女神阿尔忒弥斯，法芮尔不常狩猎。但是她喜欢把狩猎当作是战斗的练习，更何况，安吉拉在她身旁的时候她总能乘兴而归。
法芮尔的长矛精准地穿过林地灌丛，击中那头巨大野猪的要害。而安吉拉从她身后向她飞来，轻快地奔向猎物。法芮尔也不甘示弱地冲向猎物：最终两人一起到达了目的地。安吉拉从附近的灌丛中采下花来，将其变成一顶花环。她轻笑着降落在从野猪身上拔下长矛的法芮尔身旁，把花环戴在法芮尔的头上，轻轻地吻着心爱的战士的双唇：“胜利属于你，我的黑眸女神。”

沐浴
法芮尔一向很喜爱在伊达山脚下的那一眼山泉，她最喜欢和安吉拉在那儿沐浴。
在山林里奔波了一天的狩猎活动结束后，法芮尔和安吉拉双双降落在山泉旁，脱衣沐浴。
脱去袍子的安吉拉光彩照人，她用翅膀撩起水泼向法芮尔。法芮尔朝着水中的安吉拉游去，故意弄湿了安吉拉秀美的金发。两人相拥着在清凉的泉水中沐浴，洗去一天的疲劳。

休闲
沐浴后两人并没有急着离开，而是坐在山泉旁的石头上拿出了乐器。安吉拉弹着里拉琴（※1）而法芮尔吹起了笛子。
悠扬的音乐震动了周围的草木，连天空中的太阳车和云彩都停下身来为之倾倒。
沐浴过后安吉拉的金发白肤在太阳的照耀下闪着光芒，她坐在铅灰色的石头上迎着阳光微微眯起眼睛看着面前沉浸在音乐中闭上双眼的法芮尔，眼里充满无限的宠溺。

战斗
泰坦战争爆发的时候，胜利女神安吉拉坚定地站在了法芮尔的一侧。

安吉拉展开华丽的双翅，迅捷地飞到正在英勇奋战的女孩身旁。战车是火神赫淮斯托斯亲自打造的，黑色健壮的神马来自海神波塞冬，他们不需要有人指挥，自动载着两位战神朝战场奔去。

两位女神并肩而立，身披战甲，共同战斗。胜利女神给她身边的战神注入了巨大的勇气，确保她的成功；而法芮尔则用巨大沉重的埃吉斯盾（※2）保护着她的胜利女神不被飞箭误伤。

法芮尔在车上投出了她的长矛，长矛穿过稀薄的空气准确地扎进了对方盔甲之间唯一的缝隙中。那位泰坦神痛得巨吼起来，声音在广袤的大地上回荡。

胜利女神朝着法芮尔轻轻一笑。“去吧，我会看着你的。”

法芮尔回给安吉拉一个令人安心的微笑，抽出长矛挡开了敌方的下一波攻击，旋即将长矛扎进了对方的要害。“感谢你的帮助，我的女神。”

庆祝
有着胜利女神的帮助，这场战争最终结束了。反抗者被关入永无天日的塔尔塔罗斯，而胜利者们回到奥林匹斯山喝酒庆祝。

法芮尔和安吉拉互相为对方脱去盔甲，双双换上了同样华美的刺绣长袍。宴会上琼浆玉液是少不了的，安吉拉举起双耳瓶为她的战神斟满酒，把杯子递给法芮尔：“我亲爱的带埃吉斯的爱人，这场战争的胜利归功于你。”

法芮尔接下酒杯轻抿口来自酒神狄尔尼索斯酿的美酒，“我的胜利女神安吉拉啊，是你和我，我们一起获得了胜利。”

安吉拉望向法芮尔笑了，她靠近法芮尔，眼里有光芒在闪耀。

FIN

Notes:

【作者：诸神的宴会呢，这两个还是别在大庭广众下的亲亲了吧（。】

（※1:里拉琴是古希腊的竖琴，有五弦或七弦。）

（※2:埃吉斯盾是最坚固的盾牌，连宙斯的雷霆都奈何不得。）

（※文中原型皆可考，但是大部分经过了加工不足为信XD）

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【肖根】伤疤 The Scars

Summary:

※灵感来源于速激6中Dom 和失忆的Letty 谈论伤疤（还有一对情侣伤疤233）的梗。向JN大的《麻烦事》致敬！~^_^

Shaw 的身上有很多伤疤。
Root 熟悉它们，一如对自己身上同样数不清的伤疤那样熟悉。
从小到大，Root 受过不少伤。小时候被醉酒的父亲打伤的，当黑客兼雇佣杀手时受的枪伤，成为人形交互界面之后受的各式的伤，新的，旧的，隐蔽的，狰狞的。
而Shaw 是前海军陆战队队员，是前ISA特工，是机器的执行人之一，她也受过不少伤。诚然，她上过医学院，她的大部分伤都进行了比Root 更好的处理，但仍是伤痕累累。刀伤，枪伤，从小臂到肩膀，从小腹到后背。
普通人肯定会觉得她们身上的伤疤触目惊心，危险而令人嫌恶，恐惧。
但Root 喜爱它们。它们告诉她，她们是怎么样的人。
Root 睁开双眼，抬眼看到了还在熟睡的Shaw 。因为之前做过爱，两人都还是赤身裸体。她稍稍偏过头，欣赏被毛毯包裹着有限的Shaw 美妙的胴体。
她用眼神抚过Shaw 沉睡的侧脸，然后她的视线停留在两人交缠的左手上。（最开始她们上床的时候，Shaw 绝对不允许有这么黏人的行为。）
两人的左手内侧都有一个相似的伤疤。鉴于上臂内侧一般受伤的几率更小，那两道伤疤便显得那么独特。

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那是当年撒玛利亚人上线前，两人（准确地说，本来只是Root 一个人）去为小分队设置盲点的时候，为了混进撒玛利亚人众多大脑之一而进行的标签注射时留下的。
Root 还记得当时Shaw 骑着自行车为她翻山越岭。她还记得Shaw 为她利落地干掉了一个准备放黑枪的喽罗。她还记得为Shaw 擦去脸上的一块污渍时她翻的白眼。还有Shaw 看见注射器时双眸闪现的兴奋。和她几次刷标签不过险些被抓住的困窘。
哦，她当然还记得那句“If you do mine and I do yours .”她至今都忘不了Shaw 满脸生动的WTF 的表情。
她真是太可爱了，不是吗?
Root 用炽热的眼神打量着仍在沉睡的Shaw ，嘴角止不住露出一丝饱含爱意和愉悦的微笑。
从撒玛利亚人那里逃出来后，她们确实实践了那句“糟糕而不合时宜的”调情。她俩一向是行动派。
Shaw 也许是出于对Root 自己一人去送死的愤怒（或许是没有炸成撒玛利亚人的不爽，或者只是因为Root 一路来“糟糕的”调情）而大力的do hers；而Root ，想着今后她们可能会难以见面，而且还有一场长久艰难看不到尽头的战争要打的担忧就让她觉得呼吸不畅。心脏诡异地不规律地跳着，胃里像是滑进了一大块形状尖锐的冰。这让她的动作比以往更疯狂。
所以，Root 猜，那天在狭小车后座的性///爱里她们都挺过火的。
Shaw 掐着她脖子的力度比平常更大一些，留在她身上的各种痕迹过了很久才完全褪去。
Root 在Shaw 身上又咬又抓又挠，红色青色紫色的痕迹绵延不绝。
一次，Shaw 的鼻尖猛地擦过Root 刚包扎上的伤口而向上蹭去，Root 吃痛地低呼一声，但却更激烈地回应着Shaw 的触碰。
Shaw 要了Root 很多次，Root 也尽数返还给她。她们像两只发情的野猫，不顾一切地厮打着，交缠着。
她们在窄窄的座位上抵死缠绵，用急促的喘息和略带粗暴的性爱度过最后一个没有撒玛利亚人的夜晚。
就像是末日之前最后的疯狂……
第二天，Shaw 开车，Root 一边与Harold 通话一边重新包扎手上的伤口。Shaw 曾提议让她来包扎，因为昨晚是她过于粗暴的动作而让Root 的伤口裂开了。让Shaw 来会做得更好，但Root 以时间紧迫为由拒绝了，她只是叫Shaw 按照TM的路线驾驶。
Root 一边对Harold 讲着话，一边包扎自己的伤口。她不经意间抬起头来，在后视镜看见Shaw 用她那双永远像黑曜石般黑亮的眼睛刀削般瞥了她一眼。眼里似有掩饰得很好的，亦或未被眼睛的主人察觉的极轻的担忧和未曾说出口的探询。
“她骇进人脑就像骇进电脑一样容易。”John Reese 曾经这么评价过Root 。
她读得懂Shaw ，却又读不懂Shaw 。
她看不透那一瞬Shaw 的眼神，一如她摸不透晚些时候两人在纽约街头分开时Shaw 的眼神。
是对她的伤势的关心吗?是对再次弄伤了她感到不安吗?是对她跟Harold 说的一番话感到茫然吗?是对未来的战争的担忧吗?
可Sameen Shaw 是一位铁血战士，是情感淡薄的第二轴人格障碍患者，她没有感情。
但她有感情。只是声音被调小了，但它还在那里。
正如她们后来在寒冷的纽约街头分手的时候，她隔着人群望着Shaw ，Shaw 也望着她。她看不见Shaw 身上的任何伤。但她知道，她留给Shaw 的种种伤痕必像Shaw 留给她的一样，在厚厚的衣物下面尖嚣着，疼痛着。她手臂上的那道伤口还在火烧火燎般地跳动着，提示着撒玛利亚人的上线。
Shaw 最后深深地看了Root 一眼，吸了口气，郑重地点了点头，然后转身，离去。Root 一瞬不瞬地看着Shaw 的动作，仿若要把Shaw 深深地刻印在心中。然后，她转身，离开，去迎接新的身份，新的任务，新的世界。
或许Root 是无从知晓当年Shaw 的眼神里流露的情感到底是什么了，但是，就是在那一刻，她彻彻底底地爱上了Sameen Shaw 。
她愿意给彼此留下仅属于对方的伤痕。在彼此心里留下独一无二的痕迹。

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AI大战后的某一个清晨，Root 懒懒地趴在她和Shaw 的大床上，看见当年留在两人手上的同款伤疤。
她伸出手，轻轻触摸那对伤疤。Shaw 因Root 的触碰而睁开眼，动了动身子。Root 因而得以看见两人左手无名指上闪耀的戒指。
“Morning ,sweetie .”Root 微笑着，慵懒地打了个招呼，然后开始吻住Shaw 手臂上的那道伤疤。
Shaw 感觉到Root 的舌头轻柔地舔过她的肌肤，体内的小火苗噌地窜了窜。她没来由地笑了笑。
“你还记得当时新泽西的冒险么？”Root 的唇瓣贴着Shaw 的伤疤说着，细细的呼吸挠得Shaw 有点痒。
“哦当然。If You do mine and I do Yours .”Shaw 坏笑道。
Root 闻言大笑起来。她吻她，再吻她，直到两人都陷入回忆中笑得上气不接下气。
“那车的座位最后只剩下驾驶位勉强还能坐人了。”Root 说。
“事实上，驾驶位也已经坏了。天亮之前我稍微修了修它。”Shaw 回忆道。
Root 惊得抬眼看着Shaw 。Shaw 露出了得意的微笑，一双黑眸在窗帘仍旧紧闭的室内依然闪耀着星光。
“我爱你，Sameen 。”长久的凝视后，Root 饱含爱慕之意地赞叹地道。
于是Shaw 翻身把Root 压住：“Morning ，Root .想来点晨间运动吗?”不等Root 回答，便开始火热地亲吻Root 耳后的伤疤，双手也熟练地向下游走，掠过诸多伤疤，挑起Root 熊熊的渴望。
Root 颤抖地享受着Shaw 贴心的服务，舌头灵巧地描摹着Shaw 身上的伤疤，
“Absolutely .”

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【肖根】心理测试

Summary:

图灵-根发现一套测试可以让两人在几小时内爱上对方。拥有丰富心理学经验的靛蓝5号-肖并不相信。于是根说服肖来实践实践。

Notes:

肖是属于根的，根是属于肖的！我只是游戏~
灵感来自TBBT S8E16,好奇的可以去看看，完整测试请百度一下~~~对心理学并没有什么研究，有错敬请指出~

“Root.你能不能让我好好吃完早餐？！“肖咬牙切齿地从嘴里挤出一句话。从她俩起床以来，根已经用一套心理学测试烦了肖一早上了。能不能让人愉快地吃饭了？！肖翻了个大大的白眼，狠狠地咀嚼着早餐。

“哦sweetie，不能~~~不管你怎么想，我可是仔细研究了这个研究。试验结果很是鼓舞人心呢!再说了，卡洛琳图灵的身份可能是假的，但我可是真的考过了心理学的学位测试噢!“根笑嘻嘻地调戏道，并且用毫不加以掩饰的暧昧眼神含情脉脉地看着肖。

肖咽下一口三文治，又翻了个白眼：“心理学是众多科学分支里最不科学的一支。心理学家都是些疯子。这研究就是在胡扯。而我的心理学知识老早就用来审讯和撬情报上了不比你少，而且，“肖顿了顿，挑衅地望着根，然后挑挑眉毛，强调道，“实用。”

“哦Sameen，”根用“Root深情凝视Shaw“的眼神看着肖略带不赞同地说道，“我有理由相信犯罪心理学和这种……促进人与人之间亲密度的心理学有所不同，毕竟审讯犯人和面对面交流这是两码事。谈话双方地位和心境是不同的。尤其是犯罪心理学中免不了有恐吓威胁的成分。而这个测试，需要两人双方互问一系列的问题增加亲密度，最后还要凝视对方4分钟呢。我敢打赌你肯定不会想跟别人谈论最深层内心想法的。我是说，你是个二轴呢。”

肖被大大激怒了，但她还是先咽下最后一口食物，然后近乎粗暴地把根拉到房间里唯一的沙发椅边，一把把她摁进座位里。肖用双手按住根的肩膀让她无法起身，然后跨坐在根的身上略带不满地说道：“当我用心理学技巧撬情报的时候你还不知道在哪个破电脑前黑别人银行账户呢。所以……别再胡说八道了。”

根动弹不得，头靠在椅背上用放肆的挑衅眼光仰视着肖，脸上的笑意慢慢扩大：“那我们试试吧~~~你赢了我就保证不再用‘蹩脚’的心理学挑战你了，好吗sweetie？~~~”

“好啊。”肖淡然答应道，“我是说，人不可能一见钟情的。而我还是个二轴呢。你输定了。”

“所以……我们互相问对方问题，然后回答。这要求双方坦诚地把最深层内心的想法告诉对方，你没问题吧？“

“当然。少废话了，快开始吧。题目呢？”

这时肖的手机震动起来。“我已经让机器发给你了~~~”

肖又翻了个白眼，不知道机器在陪根玩什么鬼。

“谁先问？“肖瞟了一眼题目。漫不经心地问道。

“如果选谁都可以的话，你会和谁一起吃晚饭？“根笑嘻嘻地开口了，然后用一种期待的眼神望着肖。

肖面无表情地回答道：“小熊。”

根的表情垮了垮，强调道：“某人！”

“……好吧，没有人。”

“嘿sweetie……”根撇撇嘴，“配合点好吗。”

“……好吧。如果在吃饭前你带我突突人再加上上好的牛排和红酒，哦还有你够辣的话，我可能愿意和你吃顿浪.漫.的晚餐。” 根的耳朵烧了起来，想起了她们上一次在餐桌上的奇妙的“约会”。但她很高兴肖开始配合起来了，于是她不顾被揍一拳的危险，趁肖放松警惕的时候奖励般地吻了吻肖的面颊。

肖明显地抖了抖，根能感觉到肖全身的肌肉都绷紧了。她都能想到下一步了—-肖用手一把卡住根纤细的脖颈重新把她按回到紧贴沙发的状态，但是力道小得实在令人惊讶。肖并没有很生气，只是警告地咪了咪眼，说，“别在这么做了。要不我就不陪你玩儿了。”

没等根有所表示，肖就开始反问：“你最想和谁一起吃晚饭？”

“哦Sameen ,我当然最愿意和你一起吃晚饭啦！你知道的，看你吃饭简直就是一种享受！看着就觉得饭菜很！美！味！而且我们晚饭后肯定可以运动运动帮助消化，多健康！”接着非常非常故意地舔了舔嘴唇。

肖：[*嘲讽脸*+*面瘫脸*]这女人真敢说……“下一道题。“

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“Sameen，你觉得你的恋人应该有什么美好品质？列五个。“ “恋人？我不需要也没有恋人。”看到根的表情，肖翻了个白眼，改口道：“首先，她得够火辣。要很会用枪。得有品味。我是说，对吃喝还有武器的品味。对了，“肖想了想，“不能向Finch一样老是唠唠叨叨的。最好是个和我一样兴趣爱好的，你知道吧，激情四射，可以一起突突人的。”

“喔~~~Harold听了可要伤心了呢~”根毫不在意地调侃道，不等肖反问就迫不及待地径自回答道：“我的恋人呢，是个什么样的人呢~~~”

“她不擅长使用的武器还没被发明出来，她随随便便就能能干翻一支特种部队~特别喜欢吃也特别会吃~~~她有着中东血统的漂亮脸蛋，笑起来的时候可爱得要命~她还医术高超，我最喜欢她扮医生的样子了~~~”根偷笑着欣赏着肖越来越阴晴不定略带尴尬的脸，边补充上最后一点：“她的名字叫Sameen Shaw 。”

“哦Sweetie,你看，我们真的是天造地设完美的一对。”

肖：我后悔想证明这破玩意儿是错的了。这疯女人回答的每一个问题怎么都能扯上我呢。趁着问题花式表白是什么鬼。心理学家们真的是一群没事找事干的白痴。

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“告诉对面的那位，你最喜欢她什么？必须非常诚实，说一些你可能不会对第一次见面的人说的话。”

“认真的吗，Root ?!我还以为没有什么不能说的了呢。“肖无不嘲弄地说道。

根用「那种」宠溺的笑脸看着肖，两人不约而同地想起了第一次见面「不甚愉快」的对话。

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……

“所有问题都问完了，就剩对视四分钟了呢！Sameen ,你有没有感觉很激动？我可是很紧张呢~~~”

肖翻了个白眼，没有搭理：“机器会帮我们计时吧？”

“哦Shaw ,我还不知道你那么在意时间呢!“ 根毫不遮掩地抛了个媚眼。

“……你还想不想开始了?”肖又翻了个白眼。

“当然当然，现在就开始~~~“根忙不迭地说道。 肖和根摆好姿势，开始了四分钟计时对视。

“这感觉真奇怪。”肖因为工作的原因，她曾经深深地望进各种各样的人的眼睛里过。作为二轴，她虽然无法和常人一样对各种情感感同身受，但她能准确识别各种情感。害怕，绝望，痛苦，狂喜……这些她知道却感受不到。但她从不合别人长时间对视。可是根的眼睛……有着和常人完全不同的情感。那大大的棕色眼睛里盛满了难以言喻的情感，满得几乎溢出，带着灼热烫人的温度，有着世间最丰富的感情。

“这确实有些奇怪。”根悄声回应道。随着时间的一秒一秒地流逝，根发现她愈发地迷恋这双深邃的棕黑色眼眸。她一瞬不瞬地深深望进肖的眼眸，仿佛要把她的倒影刻在自己的眼底。她能看见肖坚冰覆盖下含情的眼睛。无论是在床上还是战场上，她都能透过那厚厚的冰层「看见」肖的情感。她从来都擅长此道。她趁着对视的机会，贪婪地欣赏肖的魅力。她轮廓分明的面庞，她丰满性感的双唇，她挺翘的鼻子，她深邃的眼眸。

“但我们不该说话的。”

“当然。”

……

肖觉得她的脸有点烫。

根觉得自己的耳朵烧得厉害。

肖觉得根的眼神温度灼热得烫人。

根觉得肖的眼光凌厉得要把她看穿。

肖觉得时间过得飞快。

根觉得世界都静止了。

……

“你知道，”肖突然开口了，“其实这测试不错。”

根稍微愣了愣，继而绽出灿烂的微笑。肖略微不赞同地翻了翻眼睛，程度轻得连机器都没有测出来。但根看到了，知道是“不要认为这就代表什么“的意思，她便稍微调整了笑容，继续用「根静静地含情脉脉看着肖」的笑容看着肖的眼睛。

……

机器设定的铃声响起，“时间到了。“肖冷静的声音响起，率先断开了两人的眼神交流，但她并没有马上起身离开。

“还不算太糟，是吧?“根心不在焉地应道，目光恋恋不舍地追随着肖的脸庞。

“我们来整理试验结果吧。“肖带着胜利的嘲讽，总结道，“经过「认真诚实」的问答以及诡异的对视，我可以说我没有爱上你，你也没有爱上我。心理学自证了它是科学里面的蠢货。心理学家都疯了。”说着就从根身上站起身来。

“嘿sweetie，”根连忙伸手去拉肖，同时伸长腿把肖一绊—-毫无防备的肖跌进沙发里，脸颊距离根的嘴只有四分之一英寸远。失去平衡的肖一手没有支撑地在沙发外面，一只手悲惨地撑在根的胸口，一时动弹不得。

“你忘了很重要的一点。“根带着笑意的声音从她面颊边传来，轻柔的气流挠得肖的耳朵痒痒的。 “这套测试……是为两个陌生人……准备的。你不可能……哈哈……爱上，你已经爱上的人呀~因为。这种情感已经存在了哈哈哈哈哈……”在肖的压力和奇怪体位下，根憋不住笑意的声音显得很是……欠打。

经过一番努力，肖终于把姿势调整好了，她居高临下地俯视着根，满脸尴尬且生气的表情生动预示着她要爆发了。 根不等肖有所行动，抢先把肖拉向自己，吻住了肖。 根边吻边说道，“好啦sweetie，我道歉好不好……总的来说你还是赢了！“

在她们互相脱掉对方的衣服的时候，肖心想，其实这套测试还是挺有趣的。

FIN

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【肖根】Pride

“Root，为什么我要在这里和一群吵吵嚷嚷的满身彩虹糖色的家伙混在一起？”Shaw生气地瞪了一眼最近的摄像头，不自然地走在LGBT Pride大游行的队伍里，冷淡地看着铺天盖地的彩虹色宣传。

“维护世界和平，顺便享受节日，亲爱的。”Root在耳机的另一头轻笑，“你的三点钟方向，穿黑色夹克的男子。低调点，Sameen，这儿全是人。”

Shaw翻了个白眼，挤开挥舞着小彩旗的一对情侣，不动声色地靠近目标并隐蔽地把黑洞洞的枪口抵上了男子的腰际。

“别动。”Shaw冷冷地说道，轻松地搜了一遍身，下掉了男子身上的所有武器。

“别想耍花招，大块头。”你是觉得你的同伴还能帮你还是怎么着？”Shaw朝身侧歪歪头，一脸恐惧的男子顺着她指的方向望去：不见同伙，只见一个身着皮衣的瘦高女子朝他遗憾地挤了挤眼。

“所以，”Shaw顺手从路人包里拿来一支彩虹旗，塞进男子的手里：“为什么不享受一下节日呢，钱伯斯先生*？”

Shaw看了眼男子憋红了要哭出来的脸，挑挑眉，坏笑地消失了。

最后一个企图在游行时制造流血冲突的人有点暴脾气，Root不得不电晕了她以防被发现。Root把那个狂热分子的武器收走后，把她丢进了游行活动的一堆彩色气球里。她怕是一时半会儿没办法搞破坏了。

接着她悄悄地挤到Shaw的身边，“Kiss kiss to you too，sweetie～”

“任务完成。”Shaw不为所动，“好了我们赶快离开这里吧。搞什么—”一个冰凉的东西贴上了Shaw的脸。

“可食用色素做的小彩虹旗，”Root用无辜的声音说，然后在Shaw出手揍她前及时把一个剥开糖纸的彩虹糖递到Shaw的嘴边。

“交通管制，Sameen。待会儿，再走两个街区，你就可以对我做你爱做的事情～”根倾身在Shaw的耳边说道。

Shaw发誓她绝对是因为Root的承诺而不是送到嘴边的糖果才不揍她的。

然而游行的队伍移动得实在是慢，人与人之间又靠得实在是太近，而Root又趁此机会不停地调戏着Shaw。

“真可惜我没有带我们的体彩来，Sameen，我要把你刷成彩虹色的再舔干净。”

Shaw一面认真地边走边吃，并没有认真听声势浩大的演讲宣传，一面哼道：“你现在已经在用眼睛这么做了。”

“棒棒糖好吃么，Sameen？要再来一根嘛？Damn，看着你吃得那么开心，我也想吃你的棒棒糖了。”Root肆无忌惮地说道。

Shaw生气地瞪着Root，绝对不是因为Root露骨的调情让她很性奋，而是因为Root想抢她的棒棒糖吃。于是她揪住Root小皮衣的领子，凑到Root耳边把呼吸尽数吐进她的耳廓，低沉的嗓音直击人工耳蜗：“前面街角有家超棒的酒店。给我们开个总统套间，要不我就用恐同男身上缴的炸药炸出彩虹来。”

两人的姿势像是一对普通情侣在秀恩爱，周围有响起掌声和欢呼声，虽然没有人知道她们的对话是有多劲爆，而且不是【那种】劲爆。

不过话说回来两人都清楚最后一句话是对谁说的。

Root满意地坏笑着，非常理所当然地顺着演讲的口号吻住Shaw：“酒店已经订好了。节日快乐**，Sameen！”

*艾伦·钱伯斯，美国最大反同组织的领袖，已出柜。真人真事。

**今天是5月17日，国际不恐同日^_^

游行是我编的XD

机器：首要执行人一言不合就威胁无关号码的生命，我也是没办法啊！

小番外

David因为阻止了一起酒店里的家暴事件而刚升职了酒店的夜班经理。他清晰地记得入职培训的时候，人们说：在听到酒店房间发生家庭暴力的声音时，可以上前敲门，假装询问是否需要清洁服务，也许这样的行为可能就能使一名受害人得以逃脱厄运。他还记得那个他敲了门之后惊慌冲出来的女子一身的伤痕和满脸的绝望，以及接着冲出房间被及时出现的安保人员制服住的拿着餐刀的男子。

所以当David再一次在一扇房门外听见可疑的打斗和呻—吟声的时候，他悄悄呼叫了安保人员并准备去敲门，他要再一次阻止家暴的发生。

他的指关节刚要敲上门板的时候，只听里面一个声线荡漾的女声说道：“Sameen， 我觉得我的尾椎骨好像撞断了，你得帮我—”

“哦闭嘴，Root。我会好好招待你的屁股的。”

接着另一个女声的主人就把一个人砰地推到了门上，吓得David后退了一步。随之而来的便是愉悦的吸气和低吟，听者也为之虎躯一震。

David惊恐地往后退，直到撞上了墙才反应过来，于是拔腿就跑。

跑到大堂并留下深刻心理阴影的David：天哪这算不算家暴呢……

FIN

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