Should You Choose To Accept It

Alright, ladies and gents. When I saw "The Losers" for the first time I fell in love with it. So, of course, I went looking for FanFiction. I was appalled at the lack of fic. Appalled, I say.

So, since I have the attention span of an ADD gnat, and can't seem to pin down the characters personalities, I figured I'd do the only other thing I can to inject the life into this fandom.

I'm giving away plot bunnies.

They are yours to do with as you please, just credit me, and tell me when it's up, I'd love to read it. These can be drabbles, novels, comedies, parodies, horror, angst, whatever. I don't care, just breath some life into this fandom.

Here we go:

Jensen/any of the Losers: We all know Jensen has a problem with not knowing when to stop talking. After annoying the Hell out of everyone, someone steps in and decides to shut him up the fun way.

A coming together fic: (preferably from someone who's never read the comics) Your own take on how and why the Losers got together.

Just for fun: Jensen loses his glasses. Half blind and completely clueless, Jensen requires a babysitter untill they can be found. Poor Cougar draws the short straw. It's a long day for Cougar.

Fill in the blanks: How long did the Losers stay in Hiding after the day they 'died'? Where did they go first? Why? How did they get their jobs? What did they do in their free time? (Bonus points if you include and random good deeds/crimes/drunken parties)

Max: Since I can't stand this a-hole, if you can write him in a suitably humiliating death scene, you win the internet. Get creative. (The more he suffers the better, at the hands of the Losers and you win at Life)

Some good Angsting: Clay is tired. Old, and very, very tired. Not long after the men fake their deaths, Clay contemplates the real thing. The team has no idea about any of it, but they still manage to do something that makes Clay reconsider.

There. Now, help me to help you.

Use the power I give you for good or evil. Just use it.. And use it responsibly.