Uffish Thought

For those of you who remember Date Night, my Person of Interest fic where Reese and Finch accidentally-on-purpose eavesdrop on Carter's date, I posted this little timestamp snippet on Tumblr for an ask from smilebackwards:

John leaned over Harold's shoulder and set the bowl of popcorn down in front of his keyboard. Harold had to angle his elbows out to keep his hands in place: it was a very large bowl, full to the brim of fluffy kernels smelling richly of butter and salt.

He turned as much as his neck would allow to glare at John. "What is that?"( read more )

(original story on AO3) (from this meme, which I'm happy to do more of if anyone here is interested)

Ten in Ten Day 3: victorious! I even made soup and cilantro rice for inmyriadbits, who is home sick, poor kid. Thanks for the beta: above and beyond the call of duty, my dear! ♥ The title is from Wilfred Owen's Dulce et Decorum est.

the old lie
Person of Interest
[AO3]
John Reese, gen, 371 words

( 'Your country needs you, Sergeant,' the man tells John, standing over his hospital bed. )

Recoil
[AO3]
Person of Interest
Finch/Reese, 400 words

( John didn't flinch. )

Candid
[AO3]
Finch/Reese, 1007 words
co-written with inmyriadbits

( He picks up the phone: one picture message, from 'Reese'. )