Writing Round-up
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jadesfireI forgot to do this at the end of May, and didn't write much in June, so here's the complete round-up. I've decided to stick favourite lines into these too, just for the fun of it:
Of course the main reason my fic-writing has been patchy lately is that I wrote one Big Bang in April, and another in July. The first is public. The second will be soon! I can't thank my betas enough, along with those who cheered me through the writing. While I never set out to establish new speed writing records, it somehow seems to work out that way, but I swear that I will never attempt 40,000 words in six days again. Probably.
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tardis_bigbang:
Moonrise
1969, Torchwood House, Scotland. When Jack is sent to investigate a series of thefts, he finds that the history of the House is not as past as he'd thought.
It's hard to pick a favourite line, but the central scene of Part Two was the pivot point of the story for me, so here's a little bit of it:
""And I was right last time, too." Jack coughed again, stopping to catch his breath and Jock saw red spots on his lips. "Hugh."
Feeling like the gooseberry at a school dance, Jock looked from one man to the other. "Is someone going to explain to me what's going on?"
Since Hugh still had his eyes fixed on the ground, Jack swallowed with obvious effort and said, "I can heal completely, but not like this. Not while I'm alive."
The emphasis on the last word made Jock blink, realisation dawning. Carefully, he sat back on the cold, dirty floor and blew out a long breath. "You're asking a lot."
"He always does." As Hugh turned back towards them, the cellar was lit by a flash of lightening, and Jock bit the inside of his mouth, trying not to say anything. He was used to Hugh Jones, head of Torchwood Three, quiet, efficient and always professionally blank. The look of sheer, raw pain on the man's face made Jock want to look away quickly, pretend he hadn't seen it."
Forsgabigbang:
Resonance
I can't tell you much about this, but there'll be a preview at the comm next Tuesday. Suffice it to say that I'm quietly pleased with it, that it said most of what I wanted to say, and that I only broke John a little, I swear. *looks shifty*
The rest of the fics:
SGA
True Colours (The Mother's Love remix)
Written forgateverse_remix.
When Meredith is four, she buys him a Big Chief tablet
Favourite line:
"She paints Jeannie's hands blue and guides them to the wall. The prints will stay there for years, a memory of her daughter, aged four months and three days."
Five times McKay and Sheppard arrived back in Atlantis without their pants
Written forsga_flashfic. I wrote this in one day, and so am quite pleased with it.
Favourite line: "Just as they stepped into the event horizon, it occurred to Rodney that there was something they'd forgotten."
Aroma
A timestamp fic, for after Some Assistance Required.
Possibly the only time Rodney lets his coffee go cold.
Favourite Line: "The other man slept on, stirring and grumbling a little in his sleep, but he'd stopped trying to rub his nose. His lips twitched in a lazy smile, and he started drooling again."
Jack-fic
Ned
Jack/T.E. Lawrence.
Aqaba, 1917. This wasn't part of the assignment.
Favourite line: "It would be too easy for Jack to lose himself in them, consumed by a soul that seemed as vast and as old as the desert itself."
And a Timestamp drabble to follow up: Lamplight
Be Not Without Hope
Not my favourite of my stories, if I'm honest, but I felt the need to write some kind of response to 'Turn Left', and this was it.
Even Jack can't live without hope.
Favourite line: "The next day, when they come to fetch him for the fight, Captain Jack Harkness is on his feet, ready and waiting for them.
"Hello, boys," he says. And smiles."
Tears of the Gods
Hugh-fic, for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rustydog's birthday.
The summary is also my favourite line: He was the centre of a kaleidoscope, drenched in colour and sound so strong that it dazzled him, reflecting back and around in sequences of breathtaking beauty.
A Friendly Game
Jack and Hugh Timestamp fic.
My favourite line is once again the summary: That gentle twitch, the slightest quirk of thin lips was definitely a smile.
Quicksilver
Sic Transit Tempus Timestamp fic. I keep using my favourite lines for summaries...
In the past six months, Jack has done his best to turn their lives upside down, and Hugh has started to forget that most people don't have a larger than life American secret agent in their lives.
Dafad Ramantus
Timestamp fic.
Jack and Ianto put things back where they belong.
Favourite line: "Once the boot was open, he could just about make out the shape of their unwelcome visitor inside.
He looked at the sheep. The sheep looked at him.
Stalemate."
Coffee and Cake
Timestampe fic.
There is nothing in the world that doesn't seem better over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
Favourite line: "This was the subject that had been most definitely not talked about during Jack's absence, all of them missing Jack too much, all of them too focussed on carrying on to elevate one person's grief above another's."
Stretched
Timstamp fic.
Favourite line as summary again. He's different down here, as though he's shed the skin of Captain Jack Harkness, all swirling coat and ready smile, and doesn't quite know who he is without it.
Glimpse
Timestamp fic.
Jack doesn't need much.
Favourite line: "Looking at the haunted expressions on the Jones' faces, the blank expressions on all the guards, Jack was starting to think that he'd got off lightly. If you counted dying of pain and drifting in and out of consciousness for days as 'lightly'."
When Tomorrow Comes
Timestamp fic.
I loved writing the 'Tomorrow' stories, and it makes me want to go write more about Jack in WWII, just to get the atmosphere right.
Just one simple phone call.
Favourite line: "he could suddenly smell the tobacco, laced with the unmistakable odour of too many bodies in too small a space, and the clean smell of soap that he'd caught, just for a second, when there'd been another body too close to his."
Of course the main reason my fic-writing has been patchy lately is that I wrote one Big Bang in April, and another in July. The first is public. The second will be soon! I can't thank my betas enough, along with those who cheered me through the writing. While I never set out to establish new speed writing records, it somehow seems to work out that way, but I swear that I will never attempt 40,000 words in six days again. Probably.
For
tardis_bigbang:Moonrise
1969, Torchwood House, Scotland. When Jack is sent to investigate a series of thefts, he finds that the history of the House is not as past as he'd thought.
It's hard to pick a favourite line, but the central scene of Part Two was the pivot point of the story for me, so here's a little bit of it:
""And I was right last time, too." Jack coughed again, stopping to catch his breath and Jock saw red spots on his lips. "Hugh."
Feeling like the gooseberry at a school dance, Jock looked from one man to the other. "Is someone going to explain to me what's going on?"
Since Hugh still had his eyes fixed on the ground, Jack swallowed with obvious effort and said, "I can heal completely, but not like this. Not while I'm alive."
The emphasis on the last word made Jock blink, realisation dawning. Carefully, he sat back on the cold, dirty floor and blew out a long breath. "You're asking a lot."
"He always does." As Hugh turned back towards them, the cellar was lit by a flash of lightening, and Jock bit the inside of his mouth, trying not to say anything. He was used to Hugh Jones, head of Torchwood Three, quiet, efficient and always professionally blank. The look of sheer, raw pain on the man's face made Jock want to look away quickly, pretend he hadn't seen it."
For
sgabigbang:Resonance
I can't tell you much about this, but there'll be a preview at the comm next Tuesday. Suffice it to say that I'm quietly pleased with it, that it said most of what I wanted to say, and that I only broke John a little, I swear. *looks shifty*
The rest of the fics:
SGA
True Colours (The Mother's Love remix)
Written for
gateverse_remix. When Meredith is four, she buys him a Big Chief tablet
Favourite line:
"She paints Jeannie's hands blue and guides them to the wall. The prints will stay there for years, a memory of her daughter, aged four months and three days."
Five times McKay and Sheppard arrived back in Atlantis without their pants
Written for
sga_flashfic. I wrote this in one day, and so am quite pleased with it. Favourite line: "Just as they stepped into the event horizon, it occurred to Rodney that there was something they'd forgotten."
Aroma
A timestamp fic, for after Some Assistance Required.
Possibly the only time Rodney lets his coffee go cold.
Favourite Line: "The other man slept on, stirring and grumbling a little in his sleep, but he'd stopped trying to rub his nose. His lips twitched in a lazy smile, and he started drooling again."
Jack-fic
Ned
Jack/T.E. Lawrence.
Aqaba, 1917. This wasn't part of the assignment.
Favourite line: "It would be too easy for Jack to lose himself in them, consumed by a soul that seemed as vast and as old as the desert itself."
And a Timestamp drabble to follow up: Lamplight
Be Not Without Hope
Not my favourite of my stories, if I'm honest, but I felt the need to write some kind of response to 'Turn Left', and this was it.
Even Jack can't live without hope.
Favourite line: "The next day, when they come to fetch him for the fight, Captain Jack Harkness is on his feet, ready and waiting for them.
"Hello, boys," he says. And smiles."
Tears of the Gods
Hugh-fic, for
rustydog's birthday. The summary is also my favourite line: He was the centre of a kaleidoscope, drenched in colour and sound so strong that it dazzled him, reflecting back and around in sequences of breathtaking beauty.
A Friendly Game
Jack and Hugh Timestamp fic.
My favourite line is once again the summary: That gentle twitch, the slightest quirk of thin lips was definitely a smile.
Quicksilver
Sic Transit Tempus Timestamp fic. I keep using my favourite lines for summaries...
In the past six months, Jack has done his best to turn their lives upside down, and Hugh has started to forget that most people don't have a larger than life American secret agent in their lives.
Dafad Ramantus
Timestamp fic.
Jack and Ianto put things back where they belong.
Favourite line: "Once the boot was open, he could just about make out the shape of their unwelcome visitor inside.
He looked at the sheep. The sheep looked at him.
Stalemate."
Coffee and Cake
Timestampe fic.
There is nothing in the world that doesn't seem better over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
Favourite line: "This was the subject that had been most definitely not talked about during Jack's absence, all of them missing Jack too much, all of them too focussed on carrying on to elevate one person's grief above another's."
Stretched
Timstamp fic.
Favourite line as summary again. He's different down here, as though he's shed the skin of Captain Jack Harkness, all swirling coat and ready smile, and doesn't quite know who he is without it.
Glimpse
Timestamp fic.
Jack doesn't need much.
Favourite line: "Looking at the haunted expressions on the Jones' faces, the blank expressions on all the guards, Jack was starting to think that he'd got off lightly. If you counted dying of pain and drifting in and out of consciousness for days as 'lightly'."
When Tomorrow Comes
Timestamp fic.
I loved writing the 'Tomorrow' stories, and it makes me want to go write more about Jack in WWII, just to get the atmosphere right.
Just one simple phone call.
Favourite line: "he could suddenly smell the tobacco, laced with the unmistakable odour of too many bodies in too small a space, and the clean smell of soap that he'd caught, just for a second, when there'd been another body too close to his."
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