Agent Washington closed his eyes. Epsilon awoke in a dead man's head. There was no time between the moment Alpha's consciousness fractured into pieces and the moment Epsilon startled to awareness in Agent Washington's implant, the canals of his immature-nervous-hopeful mind. Washington —DavidEpsilonAlphaLeonard— opened his mouth and screamed. They remembered everything.

"Hi, Nate." The five year old Sam whispered hoarsely to the newborn cradled gently in his arms, "hi again. I'm sorry. I swear I won't screw up this time, I swear. I'm so sorry, Nathan." This was the same Sam as before, and just like Nate, he remembered everything that happened. Nate didn't know if it was for better or worse. And so began the second lifetime of Nathan Morgan.

Completed stories interconnected with my Singing into the Void story. (but you don't need to read that to enjoy this.) 1) After her mother is killed, Emily is kept in the den of her Mother's assassins and meets the people behind the blood stained masks. 2) The Whalers, Thomas, and Daud all feel the weight of blame for what they've done to Dunwall, if only Daud understood that.

Response to an old kmeme: Samuel is not an alchemist and a half-vial is still enough for a prolonged, painful death without treatment. When Corvo begins to deteriorate while detained by the Whalers, Daud is faced with a difficult choice: does his desire for penance over the Empress' murder extend to saving the life of her Lord Protector? Low Chaos Corvo. Low Chaos Daud.

Emily fell. All that was left of her was a scream, the name of the man who promised to always protect her, whipped away by the gales. She fell. And Corvo followed. He closed his eyes, and opened them to see Daud's blade sheathed in Jessamine's body, a whisper on her lips, the name of the man who promised to protect her and her child. A promise he would honor to his last breath.

Desmond spun into action, blade ready in his hand with a deft flick of his wrist. His arm pulled back and fell in a swift strike, metal feasting on the delicate flesh of the guard's neck, the blade sated its thirst on his blood —burning, warmth—. A smirk pulled at the corner of Desmond's mouth, a feeling of satisfaction not yet his own. He wasn't done yet.

Post 5x22 AU. The cage was meant for a powerful archangel, not humans; it's like placing a mouse in a lion's cage and expecting it to not slip through the cracks. Sam escapes with some unwanted changes and has to continue on alone, thinking that Cas and Bobby are dead and Dean is happy with Lisa. Or maybe not. He wasn't the only one that received some divine intervention. Angel!Sam

Tag to 2x22. It takes two days for Dean to break and make a deal with a cross-roads demon to bring back Sam. Two days on Earth for Dean is more than 120 days in Heaven for Sam. 120 days of lies, repetition, desperation, and reluctant acceptance. Heaven can be hell when you're missing a vital piece of yourself. (No Slash)

Sam never stopped hunting when he left for Stanford. He only wanted to help his Dad and Dean the best way he could, which wasn't being a soldier like Dad wanted, but research, collecting information and keeping a steady hand when patching them up. He has stopped awaiting his Father's approval that will never come, instead he's paving his own path. Stanford-Era. Sam-Centric. AU

Tony has kept a secret from the Avengers, one that is pivotal to understanding his past and thinly-veiled disdain for Howard, but when they find him at his most vulnerable point, he decides to trust instead of pushing them away. Clint and Tony were thick as thieves before, but this brings the team closer together as family. Musician!Tony, Violinist!Clint, Team!Family