Fic Round Up 2008
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jadesfireMy whole 'I'm going to keep better track of my writing in 2008' thing only partially succeeded, and since I started to have trouble remembering when I'd written what, I decided to just sort these by fandom, and then put them in alphabetical order. It's not perhaps the most helpful way of doing things, but at least it's consistent.
Fandom: Torchwood
Although these are mostly Jack-centric, these are the stories that come directly from Torchwood or feature the rest of the team.
The Broken Places
Summary: Jack's home. Whether he likes it or not.
Notes: This was, is and probably always will be my favourite of my Jack character studies. It's not perfect, but it said what I needed it to say, and that's a rare thing for me.
Favourite Line:
"Funny, Jack realised as he strode quickly out of the bar, cradling his arm against his chest, the first doctor he'd thought of had been Owen. That should probably surprise him more than it did."
Dafad Ramantus
Summary: Jack and Ianto put things back where they belong.
Notes: Don't ask about me and sheep, okay. Just…don't.
Favourite Line:
And tomorrow morning, some unsuspecting farmer was going to wake up to find a new arrival in his field. Jack liked to think of it as a good deed rather than agricultural fly-tipping.
Decisions
Summary: Sometimes, things change. Even Jack.
Notes: I started to venture outside my comforting Jack-POV at this point, and was delighted with the results. We never did get that missing year dealt with properly, did we? But at least I managed to get my own version of it out there, and Gwen became entrenched as a good view-on-Jack character in my head, where I think she remains.
Favourite Line:
[Jack:] "I mean, even just vegetables. Do you want organic or not? Wrapped or not? By weight or per item? Free range-"
"I don't think you can get free range vegetables." It wasn't funny, despite her tentative smile.
Stretched
Summary: 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.
Notes: Timestamp to 'Decisions'. This was an absolute nightmare to write. Not because I didn't know what I wanted to say, but because I couldn't find my way to it without much help, swearing, drafting, re-drafting and more swearing. On the upside, I got there in the end.
Favourite Line:
He didn't know what was going on then, and he still doesn't now, so he just tilts his head the other way and says, "Well, if we ever get invaded by the bottle aliens from planet Merlot, then you're ready for them."
Downtime
Summary: Episode-tag for "Sleeper." For all that Jack said it wouldn't, Gwen found it hard to believe that his luck was never going to run out.
Notes: Written on request for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taffimai
Favourite Line:
She was driving a souped-up, armour-plated SUV with a killer alien who thought she was human and a man who didn't seem to care that he was about to die, but was worried about getting blood on his hands.
For the Love of Cheese
Summary: A disturbing secret is uncovered.
Notes: There are full notes at the fic entry. And no excuses.
Favourite Line:
Very carefully, Jack leant down and put a hand on each of the chair's arms, his face close enough that Keith could feel breath on his cheek. This was it. He was going to die. His last, frantic thought was that, of all the stupid things to die for, Brie was right up there with a Dogon Eye.
High
Summary: It's a tough job, but Jack's up to the challenge.
Notes: Short Jack/Ianto silliness fordune_drd
Favourite Line:
Owen added, "When you say 'loss of inhibitions', how lost are we talking about?"
"Couldn't find them with a map and both hands."
Movie Night
Summary: Somehow, Tosh suspects that when Jack instructed her and Ianto to check Torchwood's archives ("Just in case anything else decides to start wandering out and killing people") he hadn't had their impromptu movie night in mind.
Notes: Fornoveltea, my first Torchwood fic in months, and my first proper Tosh-fic. It's a sneaky Sic Transit Tempus crossover if you know where to look, but makes total sense without it.
Favourite Line:
There's nothing hidden in the expressions on the screen, nothing careful or guarded or overblown to make the story better. It's simple and honest, and Tosh feels like she's intruding on something private.
No. She knows this is something private, and she looks away from the images just as Jack pulls the smaller man close and presses his lips to his forehead. As with his earlier kiss, it could be chaste, but she knows it isn't.
Quietus
Summary: "I'm a doctor not a prehistoric vet."
Notes: Written for a prompt frompwcorgigirl. And noteable for the first time I wrote Owen without including a sheep…
Favourite Line:
"Gwen insisted on putting more lights in, and Ianto's clamped down on the whole 'leave things where you want because Ianto will clean them up' approach to tidiness. It looks professional, even the plant lab with its heat lamps and climate controls. But it doesn't feel alive. That dark patch in the corner casts its shadow everywhere, as though the heart of the place has just stopped beating."
Things Unsaid (written withmiss_zedem
Summary: Jack always talks a lot. But sometimes, it's what he doesn't say...
Notes: (From our original notes) his started out as a challenge to write a fic with the following Jack/Ianto cliches - stopwatch, red cap, suit, diary, coffee, hockey stick. Then it kind of got angsty and well... read it and see.
Favourite Line:
"Ah." The corners of Jack's mouth twitched. "So naturally, since it was there, a hockey stick was the first thing you thought of when dealing with a possessed alien glove that was intent on sucking the life out of your colleagues."
What Not to Buy
Summary: All Gwen wanted was a nice, quiet shopping trip…
Notes: Written forfan_eunice, this was surprisingly well-received. I think Gwen & Ianto friendship stories were thin on the ground at the beginning of the year, but it was what I saw at the beginning of the season of Torchwood, so here it is.
Favourite Line:
"Don't we already have a sound system?"
"Yes." Ianto gave her a long-suffering look. "But this one has a remote control that makes the volume dial turn all by itself. Look, Ianto," he said, in a passable imitation of Jack's accent, "I'm not even touching it and I can turn it on."
Coffee and Cake
Summary: There is nothing in the world that doesn't seem better over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
Notes: More Gwen & Ianto warm fuzzies, as a timestamp to 'What not to buy', above. I love writing these two. Oh, and the coffee shop is based on a real one in Cardiff thatmiss_zedem took me to :)
Favourite Line:
And if Gwen had sometimes found Ianto sitting at Jack's desk, his hands just resting lightly on its surface, and his face strangely blank, then she'd never said anything. And if he'd found her rummaging through the supply cupboard for a new box of tissues, make-up smeared and eyes red-rimmed, then he'd never said anything either. He'd never treated her as a rival, and she'd never been jealous. That wasn't how it had worked, and they'd both – all – understood that.
Fandom: Doctor Who
A Life of Joy and Peace
Summary: In the ruins of the world, Martha walks. But sometimes, she has to stop.
Notes: Written for a![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
bringthehappy prompt. Except I forgot to bring the happy. Oops.
Favourite Line:
Again with the guilt. Martha had taken so much from everyone she'd met. An hour of their time. A plate of their food. The last of their safety.
Be Not Without Hope
Summary: Even Jack can't live without hope.
Notes: …and apparently I couldn't live without writing a 'Turn Left' episode tag, like everyone else. *shrugs* Not my favourite writing ever, but it killed a plot bunny. Also, although I don't really have much of a thing for Rose/Doctor, I have a big, big love for Rose/Jack, which this met, so that's another itch it scratched. On re-reading, I do like the tone of it, and it was good practice for the really heart-searing stuff that I want to tackle in 2009.
Favourite Line:
The beacon of light at his core only finally went out when he received the report from UNIT eighteen months ago.
The Doctor will not be coming to save him.
Glimpse
Summary: Jack doesn't need much.
Notes: 'Beating Time' was supposed to be the first quarter of my 'Missing Year' stories. That never quite came off, but I do like playing with that time.
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'.
Magpie
Summary: Donna's had enough.
Notes: A bit of ficlet silliness foraeron_lanart
Favourite Line:
"You can tell your thieving, greedy ship to stop nicking my stuff, that's what you can do. And don't look at me like that," she added quickly, because the Doctor had a protective hand on the console and his expression was moving rapidly from 'innocent' to 'hurt'. "You know that it's been at it since the day I came on board."
Fandom: Jack Harkness
These include stories in the Sic Transit Tempus ficverse, as well as the ones that relate only to Jack rather than any other canon characters.
A Friendly Game
Summary: That gentle twitch, the slightest quirk of thin lips was definitely a smile.
Notes: From the Sic Transit Tempus series, Timestamp fic.
Favourite Line:
For Jack, who knew how to use his smiles, his grins, and his body language to get what he wanted, who used words lightly because they meant too much, there was something comforting, soothing about Hugh's gentle, still presence. His silence and his carefully chosen words.
From the Ashes
Summary: Once the dust of 'the Christmas invasion' settles, Jack pays a visit to Torchwood One. And finds a lot more than he bargained for.
Notes: I'd had this one knocking around for ages, and once again, I found myself wanting to provide backstory. Ever since "Day One", I'd wanted to know how Jack got the hand. At least I managed to figure it out to my own satisfaction.
Favourite Line:
"So tell me, Captain," [the CIA man] said, "what does Torchwood Three actually do in Cardiff?"
Jack was used to the question. "Well," he said brightly, "once the staff have dragged themselves out of bed an hour before dawn, leaving the sheep under the duvet, they walk the hills in the rain before going to choir practice. It's a male voice choir, of course, but the girls' baritones are coming on splendidly."
A Longing to Inquire
Summary: London, 1941. At the height of the Blitz, two people meet in the bombed out East End.
Notes: Written fordark_aegis, made miss_zedem wince a little, but I still like the mood of this one.
Favourite Line:
Without opening his eyes, Jack shakes his head, waiting for the press of lips that is over almost before he feels it. Then he steps away, rebuilding his defences before he can look at the other him.
"Just," he says, voice harsher than he'd meant, "don't screw this up."
Moonrise
Summary: 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.
Notes: I've said too much about my Big Bang in this journal already, so I'll just say that I still like it, which is a major achievement and leave it at that.
Favourite Line: The cellar scene.
Ned
Summary: Aqaba, 1917. This wasn't part of the assignment.
Notes: Forapiphile, Jack meets T E Lawrence. This was like my dream fic. Jack + Too Much Research = Very Happy Jades. It's short, but it caught the mood I was looking for, so I'm happy with it.
Favourite Line:
To be sitting here, listening to the man himself, was almost surreal. This might be the slow path, but at least Jack had time for sightseeing.
Lamplight
Summary: Timestamp drabble for 'Ned'
Notes: Finding a way to follow-up was really hard, so I fell back to my usual drabble comfort-zone
Favourite Line:
For men like himself and Lawrence, comfort was a rare, precious thing, and he'd learned to horde these moments, to treasure them.
Quicksilver
Summary: 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.
Notes: Another Sic Transit follow-up. The popularity of the series continues to surprise me.
Favourite Line:
Hugh is beginning to learn that silence is the one commodity that Jack is short of, the one thing that makes him uncomfortable, the thing that he craves but can't stand.
Tears of the Gods
Summary: 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.
Notes: Written forrustydog's birthday. Just a trippy little Sic Transit Tempus ficlet.
Favourite Line:
It was standing alone at the edge of forever, and he struggled against it for a moment, suddenly afraid. This was wrong, this stillness, this bleakness where nothing changed or moved, a calm that came from complete absence, not from the need to rest.
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Bibula Harena
Summary: This is all there is, the stick in his hand, the knife in his belt, the crowd roaring around him, and the man he has to kill.
Notes: In retrospect, all my stories feel too fast-paced to me, as though I didn't give myself time/space to say everything I wanted to say. But I remain immensely proud of this story and make no apology for it.
Favourite Line: The one I used as a summary.
Board Wars
Summary: "Earth seems to have a lot of games." "We get bored easily."
Notes: Where do I even start with this? There was so much emailing, giggling and squeeing going on with this fic, that I can't even begin to explain how we got from where we started (a vague email from me saying "I think we should write something about games") to where we ended up.
Favourite Line:
"Er..." Rodney looked helplessly at Sheppard, who gave him a 'you got yourself into this' shrug and folded his arms. Returning the shrug with a 'thank you so much' glare, Rodney prodded his food and tried to think. "Yeah, a bit. I guess. There's the saying, you know? My middle name is luck; the only problem is my first name is 'bad.'"
"I thought your name was Meredith." It was Ronon's turn to look confused, and Rodney thought it was genuine this time.
Defender
Summary: "May I have your attention, please? This is Colonel Carter. Colonel Sheppard is to be considered an immediate and serious threat to the security of the city."
Notes: Forsga_santa 2007. I had oh-so-many problems writing this, but telepathy remains my biggest fic-kink, and writing a tripped-out Sheppard is never not fun. The edits helped immensely, though!
Favourite Line:
"Yes, thank you. Next time you can talk Robocop into climbing into a Jumper of his own accord, not to mention the whole battle of wills thing, which you have to admit I won."
"Congratulations, Rodney. Next time we give prizes for being a stubborn ass, I'll make sure your name's top of the list."
Difficulties in Mathematics Part One, Part Two
Summary: Rodney paused, trying to think how he was going to explain without causing a general panic. Tact was probably called for and it would be as well to watch his words until he was absolutely sure about what was going on.
Of course, the words that actually came out of his mouth were, "Atlantis is about to be sucked into a black hole."
Notes: I hopewith_apostrophe won't mind my mentioning that she had concerns about this year's sga_santa and that she was fairly specific in what she did and didn't want. While this caused me problems in the early stages, I ended up being extremely satisfied with the finished product. I think there's still some tweaking to be done to it, but I'm basically happy with what I produced.
Favourite Line: [apart from the one I used as summary?]
"You okay?" Sheppard asked, his capacity for stupid questions apparently not inhibited by the exercise.
"Assuming my brain doesn't explode out of my skull, I'm fine."
"Nah." Sheppard shot him a grin before upping the pace. Again. "It did that last week."
Feels Like Home
Summary: John first runs away from home when he is eight years old
Notes: This is almost certainly the only true McKay/Sheppard story I'll ever write. I have no means of judging its quality, except that I hit the tone I love so much and therefore am at least content with the finished product.
Favourite Line:
He might not see them coming, but he knows what to do when they get here.
Five Mission Reports Sheppard's Team Turned in (and one they didn't) – Gen version
Summary: See title!
Notes: Pinch-hit forsga_santa. The original was a bit slashy, but I'm happier with the gen version.
Favourite Line:
"We managed not to say anything about the marriage thing on P4M-721 and the goat thing on P95-029. And the thing with the gourd, the girl and the ceremonial water-buffalo on P3X-557. I think we can manage keep this one to ourselves as well."
Five Times McKay and Sheppard Arrived Back In Atlantis Without Their Clothes (And One Time They Nearly Had To Leave Without Them)
Summary: Does exactly what it says in the title.
Notes: Do not ask where this came from. I don't want to think about it, because I just plain had too much writing it.
Favourite Line:
"You know," he said thoughtfully as he began to push his pants, and the Yani, down towards his feet, "I think this is probably the first time anyone's ever had to requisition a new uniform because it was eaten by puppies."
Genus: Wraith (The Who Are You Remix)
Summary: John is better, and it is good to have him back. She is relieved and happy. Of course she is.
Notes: This was a remix pinch-hit and I found I loved writing Teyla, which was an unexpected bonus.
Favourite Line:
She is tired, unsettled deep in her soul and she closes her eyes, trying to find her center again. Beside her, she hears the doctor give John the all-clear, then the bed squeaks, just a little. There is silence for a moment, and Teyla keeps her eyes closed, her breathing steady. For the briefest of moments, something flickers against her senses, not quite a touch, but more than just the trembling of her own mind. Then the feeling is gone, and she hears John's footsteps leaving the infirmary.
In Memoriam
Summary: Now he has new pain to pile on the old, a layer of scars so thick that he finds it hard to remember what lies beneath them.
Notes: I'm still not comfortable writing Ronon, but at least felt I had a decent stab at him here. Er. Not literally…
Favourite Line:
"Nothing." Ronon stretches a little, just to feel it burn. "Pass me the chocolate pudding?"
There's a moment, the slightest pause when Rodney narrows his eyes and looks as though he's going to argue.
Ronon glares.
Rodney looks sheepish and peeved at the same time, but passes the pudding over, along with a spoon.
Not Dead Yet
Summary: "The box was large and striped, its lid flipped back and a small, handwritten note in front of it. Teyla paused as she passed.
Congratulations on not being dead.
O'Neill"
Notes: Written forarchae_ology. I had many, many wibbles trying to write Lorne, but Teyla was a joy as ever. This was hard, satisfying work to write and one of those fics where you sort of nod in a satisfied way at the end.
Favourite Line:
"Well," she said eventually, "there is an animal on several nearby worlds called a drall. I believe it is similar to your cow."
He looked up, forkful of stew halfway to his mouth. "You know, I don't personally own a cow, but go on."
Port Call
Summary: Port Call. Being the True and Factual Account of the Adventures of Rodney McKay, Genius, and his Encounters with those Fearsome Criminals of the Pirate Ship Wraith. John Sheppard was also there.
Notes: Not only was this a pinch-hit for a Gen ficathon, it was also my costume for this year's 'Come as you aren't' party, as it was the first complete AU I've ever attempted. It was also utter, cracky joy to write, especially since half my flist kept chipping in with encouragement and suggestions. One of the things I've loved doing this year has been collaborating with people, and this felt like it really took a village. \o? It was way, way too much fun to write, and aspwcorgigirl said, I tried to keep a light hand on the tiller of canon. There is more to come in this ficverse. Oh yes.
Favourite Line:
"Oh please. There's more cloth here than in Atlantis' mainsail." Rodney laid two strips on the bed, and tried to work out where to tear next. "And let's not even start on your hair."
Research
Summary: They're doing it again
Notes: I think this is my only SGA drabble to date. Written for a prompt frombironic
Favourite Line:
He had too many years without laughter before he came to Atlantis, and now, Ronon doesn't want to miss any of it.
Resonance
Summary: As everyone tries to put Atlantis back together again, John has an accident that gives him more of an insight into the city and the Ancients than he ever could have wanted. Unfortunately, this also gives the city and the Ancients an insight into him.
Notes: There is far, far too much about this in my journal already. But. Not only was this written in an insanely short period of time and not only did I get the incrediblein_the_bottle as my artist, I'm actually happy with this story still. Yes, there are some plot holes, and yes, I'd love to expand it, but all in all? There's much satisfied nodding going on here.
Favourite Line: [I like that despite being an angsty/peril story, I got plenty of snark in too. This is one of my favourite exchanges]
"And Radek's right. I didn't do this. It came straight out of the Ancient database."
"Through your brain," Rodney countered. "Who knows what went wrong at that point."
Rise up and Fight
Summary: "A little I'm hurt, but yet not slayne. I'll but lye down and bleed awhile, and then I'll rise and fight again." Sir Andrew Barton.
Notes: In retrospect, this was a little more angsty than I'm really comfortable with, but it was my first proper go at a Sheppard-fic, and I'm not entirely unhappy with the results.
Favourite Line:
"I gave the order, Rodney." Heightmeyer would probably tell him that saying it out loud should make him feel better. It doesn't.
"Yeah, because I always take so much notice of what you say."
Smitefulness
Summary: Don't you just wish you had one of these?
Notes: It has to be said that few fandoms bring the crack quite as well as SGA...
Favourite Line:
It was entirely possible that Rodney was inventing new levels of sarcasm and saving them up for special occasions such as this. "I don't know," he said in what sounded like his 'children, idiots and Sheppard' voice times about a hundred.
Some Assistance Required
Summary: What's a team for, if not to lend a helping hand?
Notes: Be very, very careful when you askgreyias for prompts. You may just get a picture of the Office paperclip…
Favourite Line:
Rodney's fingers were slippery with blood and sweat, and he kept losing his grip on the tablet's wires, and when Sheppard started calling him 'buddy', he knew he was really screwed.
Aroma
Summary: Possibly the only time Rodney lets his coffee go cold.
Notes: The only SGA story I wrote for the Timestamp meme, a few hours after 'Some Assistance Required'.
Favourite Line:
It wasn't much use having a private supply of the good stuff if you couldn't resist boasting about it to everyone who came into your lab.
Subject to Interpretation
Summary: Teyla had long since abandoned the idea that she might be able to understand the motivations of the Ancestors. All she could do was accept and hope that something could be made of what they had left behind.
Notes: I had absolutely horrendous writers block on this one, and messeddanceswithgary around something chronic. But in the end, I like what we turned out, and the more I write Teyla, the more I love her.
Favourite Line:
The best they could do was try not to repeat the same mistakes. "All our actions, and all those of the Ancestors, make sense to us at the time. Who knows if people in ten thousand years' time will interpret them in the same way, and agree with our point of view."
"We may find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view."
Despite herself, Teyla smiled. "You know, John, Rodney has made us all sit through those films several times."
"Yeah, I know." He looked down at her, grinning. "Lot of wisdom in them though."
She raised an eyebrow. "Such as?"
"That there is no try?" he said, lifting his eyes as though in deep thought. "That tauntauns smell worse on the inside than they do on the outside? That you shouldn't kiss brilliant, beautiful women in case they turn out to be your twin sister?"
Tresdecim Modi ut Rodneius Videre Posset & Rodney's Poetry Months (Latin Remix) Based onbironic's Thirteen Ways of Looking at Rodney
Summary: Latin translations ofbironic's poems, then a story to weave them together.
Notes: Um. Don't ask why I did this. It just sort of…happened…
Favourite Line:
From the story:
Well, Ronon had folded his arms, glowered down at him and asked how many more MREs he was going to need, but Rodney was fairly sure that was Ronon's version of sympathetic.
From the poems:
IV
cafaeum et physica
sunt unum.
cafaeum et physica et Rodneius
sunt unum.
True Colors (The Mother's Love Remix)
Summary: When Meredith is four, she buys him a Big Chief tablet
Notes: I'd never attempted a Remix before. It was…hard, but good. I'm not sure I could get addicted, but it was fun to have a go. Oh, and if you were wondering how I picked a name for Rodney's mother, I had intended to leave her nameless, and was just calling her 'she'. It wasn't much of a leap to get to 'Sheila' from there.
Favourite Line:
When Sheila is fifty, she has a room full of papers that she won't let anyone touch. She tells the nurses they're waiting for her son to come and collect them.
Watch the Birdie
Summary: Sheppard had long known that his football footage wasn't the most unusual personal item that had been brought to Atlantis.
Notes: This was based on a leaked picture from SGA, for a set that eventually turned up in 'Broken Ties', although sadly without the featured accessory.
Favourite Line:
"I last saw it months ago when Frederick's team took it to P98-4XV."
"Isn't that the mission where they got pelted with rocks?"
McKay's expression suggested that marines were not only rock proof, but that they probably deserved the rocks in the first place.
I also wrote several stories for the Last Fic Writer Standing challenge over atsgahcchallenges They're not my best work (although "In Plain Sight" won 2nd! \o/) but I'm at least satisfied with most of them.
Temporary Loan [Dialogue only]
In Plain Sight [Outsider POV]
Panacea [No dialogue]
Feet on the Ground [John POV]
Fandom: Everything Else!
Awaiting Recovery
Summary:It was the first Christmas Napoleon had been off-duty for five years. He should have known better.
Notes: My first ever Yuletide story \o/ I loved writing Man From UNCLE, and wish so much that I'd given myself more time to write this. Still, it didn't turn out too badly, and my recipient liked it, so I think that's what really matters.
Favourite Line:
"Have you seen Hendricks?" Napoleon asked. They never attached 'doctor' to the name of UNCLE's resident psychologist. Doctors put them back together; they didn't take them apart to see how they ticked.
"He dropped by my hospital bed." The tightness in Illya's voice hinted at the kind of reception the visit had received. "Apparently, I am still insane enough to work as an UNCLE agent."
Waiting for Tomorrow
Summary: In wartime London, Richard has a surprising encounter with a young Lance Corporal.
Notes: Although this does make sense if you just accept that everyone in this story is an OC, it probably works better if you know my Sic Transit Tempus series or the long AUouvretesyeux. More details are in the notes at the story, but it was written for miss_zedem.
Favourite Line:
[I honestly can't pick one. What I'm most proud of in this story is the mood of it, and I can't catch that in a few lines.]
When Tomorrow Comes
Summary: Just one simple phone call.
Notes: As if getting me to write one AU crossover wasn't enough, Z requested a follow-up…
Favourite Line: [because scent is just so evocative, and so often I lose that by getting caught up in the visuals]
He opened his mouth to ask where Scott had bunked down for the night, when his hand knocked the packet of cigarrettes, now as sodden as the pieces of paper strewn across his desk. Although he didn't usually smoke in the office, 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.
And one more!
VID! Okay, so this isn't fic and I didn't make it, but it has to go on here!
Become or: "Martha Jones, how are you so awesome?"
Byin_the_bottle
I also recorded an insane amount of podfic, all of which can be found under my reader tag at the Audiofic Archive here. There are 8 pages of it, and I'm honestly not sure how that happened.rustydog very kindly recorded some of my stories as well, which can be found under her tag at the archive, here.
Although these are mostly Jack-centric, these are the stories that come directly from Torchwood or feature the rest of the team.
The Broken Places
Summary: Jack's home. Whether he likes it or not.
Notes: This was, is and probably always will be my favourite of my Jack character studies. It's not perfect, but it said what I needed it to say, and that's a rare thing for me.
Favourite Line:
"Funny, Jack realised as he strode quickly out of the bar, cradling his arm against his chest, the first doctor he'd thought of had been Owen. That should probably surprise him more than it did."
Dafad Ramantus
Summary: Jack and Ianto put things back where they belong.
Notes: Don't ask about me and sheep, okay. Just…don't.
Favourite Line:
And tomorrow morning, some unsuspecting farmer was going to wake up to find a new arrival in his field. Jack liked to think of it as a good deed rather than agricultural fly-tipping.
Decisions
Summary: Sometimes, things change. Even Jack.
Notes: I started to venture outside my comforting Jack-POV at this point, and was delighted with the results. We never did get that missing year dealt with properly, did we? But at least I managed to get my own version of it out there, and Gwen became entrenched as a good view-on-Jack character in my head, where I think she remains.
Favourite Line:
[Jack:] "I mean, even just vegetables. Do you want organic or not? Wrapped or not? By weight or per item? Free range-"
"I don't think you can get free range vegetables." It wasn't funny, despite her tentative smile.
Stretched
Summary: 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.
Notes: Timestamp to 'Decisions'. This was an absolute nightmare to write. Not because I didn't know what I wanted to say, but because I couldn't find my way to it without much help, swearing, drafting, re-drafting and more swearing. On the upside, I got there in the end.
Favourite Line:
He didn't know what was going on then, and he still doesn't now, so he just tilts his head the other way and says, "Well, if we ever get invaded by the bottle aliens from planet Merlot, then you're ready for them."
Downtime
Summary: Episode-tag for "Sleeper." For all that Jack said it wouldn't, Gwen found it hard to believe that his luck was never going to run out.
Notes: Written on request for
taffimaiFavourite Line:
She was driving a souped-up, armour-plated SUV with a killer alien who thought she was human and a man who didn't seem to care that he was about to die, but was worried about getting blood on his hands.
For the Love of Cheese
Summary: A disturbing secret is uncovered.
Notes: There are full notes at the fic entry. And no excuses.
Favourite Line:
Very carefully, Jack leant down and put a hand on each of the chair's arms, his face close enough that Keith could feel breath on his cheek. This was it. He was going to die. His last, frantic thought was that, of all the stupid things to die for, Brie was right up there with a Dogon Eye.
High
Summary: It's a tough job, but Jack's up to the challenge.
Notes: Short Jack/Ianto silliness for
dune_drdFavourite Line:
Owen added, "When you say 'loss of inhibitions', how lost are we talking about?"
"Couldn't find them with a map and both hands."
Movie Night
Summary: Somehow, Tosh suspects that when Jack instructed her and Ianto to check Torchwood's archives ("Just in case anything else decides to start wandering out and killing people") he hadn't had their impromptu movie night in mind.
Notes: For
noveltea, my first Torchwood fic in months, and my first proper Tosh-fic. It's a sneaky Sic Transit Tempus crossover if you know where to look, but makes total sense without it.Favourite Line:
There's nothing hidden in the expressions on the screen, nothing careful or guarded or overblown to make the story better. It's simple and honest, and Tosh feels like she's intruding on something private.
No. She knows this is something private, and she looks away from the images just as Jack pulls the smaller man close and presses his lips to his forehead. As with his earlier kiss, it could be chaste, but she knows it isn't.
Quietus
Summary: "I'm a doctor not a prehistoric vet."
Notes: Written for a prompt from
pwcorgigirl. And noteable for the first time I wrote Owen without including a sheep…Favourite Line:
"Gwen insisted on putting more lights in, and Ianto's clamped down on the whole 'leave things where you want because Ianto will clean them up' approach to tidiness. It looks professional, even the plant lab with its heat lamps and climate controls. But it doesn't feel alive. That dark patch in the corner casts its shadow everywhere, as though the heart of the place has just stopped beating."
Things Unsaid (written with
miss_zedemSummary: Jack always talks a lot. But sometimes, it's what he doesn't say...
Notes: (From our original notes) his started out as a challenge to write a fic with the following Jack/Ianto cliches - stopwatch, red cap, suit, diary, coffee, hockey stick. Then it kind of got angsty and well... read it and see.
Favourite Line:
"Ah." The corners of Jack's mouth twitched. "So naturally, since it was there, a hockey stick was the first thing you thought of when dealing with a possessed alien glove that was intent on sucking the life out of your colleagues."
What Not to Buy
Summary: All Gwen wanted was a nice, quiet shopping trip…
Notes: Written for
fan_eunice, this was surprisingly well-received. I think Gwen & Ianto friendship stories were thin on the ground at the beginning of the year, but it was what I saw at the beginning of the season of Torchwood, so here it is. Favourite Line:
"Don't we already have a sound system?"
"Yes." Ianto gave her a long-suffering look. "But this one has a remote control that makes the volume dial turn all by itself. Look, Ianto," he said, in a passable imitation of Jack's accent, "I'm not even touching it and I can turn it on."
Coffee and Cake
Summary: There is nothing in the world that doesn't seem better over a cup of coffee and a piece of cake.
Notes: More Gwen & Ianto warm fuzzies, as a timestamp to 'What not to buy', above. I love writing these two. Oh, and the coffee shop is based on a real one in Cardiff that
miss_zedem took me to :)Favourite Line:
And if Gwen had sometimes found Ianto sitting at Jack's desk, his hands just resting lightly on its surface, and his face strangely blank, then she'd never said anything. And if he'd found her rummaging through the supply cupboard for a new box of tissues, make-up smeared and eyes red-rimmed, then he'd never said anything either. He'd never treated her as a rival, and she'd never been jealous. That wasn't how it had worked, and they'd both – all – understood that.
A Life of Joy and Peace
Summary: In the ruins of the world, Martha walks. But sometimes, she has to stop.
Notes: Written for a
bringthehappy prompt. Except I forgot to bring the happy. Oops.Favourite Line:
Again with the guilt. Martha had taken so much from everyone she'd met. An hour of their time. A plate of their food. The last of their safety.
Be Not Without Hope
Summary: Even Jack can't live without hope.
Notes: …and apparently I couldn't live without writing a 'Turn Left' episode tag, like everyone else. *shrugs* Not my favourite writing ever, but it killed a plot bunny. Also, although I don't really have much of a thing for Rose/Doctor, I have a big, big love for Rose/Jack, which this met, so that's another itch it scratched. On re-reading, I do like the tone of it, and it was good practice for the really heart-searing stuff that I want to tackle in 2009.
Favourite Line:
The beacon of light at his core only finally went out when he received the report from UNIT eighteen months ago.
The Doctor will not be coming to save him.
Glimpse
Summary: Jack doesn't need much.
Notes: 'Beating Time' was supposed to be the first quarter of my 'Missing Year' stories. That never quite came off, but I do like playing with that time.
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'.
Magpie
Summary: Donna's had enough.
Notes: A bit of ficlet silliness for
aeron_lanartFavourite Line:
"You can tell your thieving, greedy ship to stop nicking my stuff, that's what you can do. And don't look at me like that," she added quickly, because the Doctor had a protective hand on the console and his expression was moving rapidly from 'innocent' to 'hurt'. "You know that it's been at it since the day I came on board."
These include stories in the Sic Transit Tempus ficverse, as well as the ones that relate only to Jack rather than any other canon characters.
A Friendly Game
Summary: That gentle twitch, the slightest quirk of thin lips was definitely a smile.
Notes: From the Sic Transit Tempus series, Timestamp fic.
Favourite Line:
For Jack, who knew how to use his smiles, his grins, and his body language to get what he wanted, who used words lightly because they meant too much, there was something comforting, soothing about Hugh's gentle, still presence. His silence and his carefully chosen words.
From the Ashes
Summary: Once the dust of 'the Christmas invasion' settles, Jack pays a visit to Torchwood One. And finds a lot more than he bargained for.
Notes: I'd had this one knocking around for ages, and once again, I found myself wanting to provide backstory. Ever since "Day One", I'd wanted to know how Jack got the hand. At least I managed to figure it out to my own satisfaction.
Favourite Line:
"So tell me, Captain," [the CIA man] said, "what does Torchwood Three actually do in Cardiff?"
Jack was used to the question. "Well," he said brightly, "once the staff have dragged themselves out of bed an hour before dawn, leaving the sheep under the duvet, they walk the hills in the rain before going to choir practice. It's a male voice choir, of course, but the girls' baritones are coming on splendidly."
A Longing to Inquire
Summary: London, 1941. At the height of the Blitz, two people meet in the bombed out East End.
Notes: Written for
dark_aegis, made miss_zedem wince a little, but I still like the mood of this one.Favourite Line:
Without opening his eyes, Jack shakes his head, waiting for the press of lips that is over almost before he feels it. Then he steps away, rebuilding his defences before he can look at the other him.
"Just," he says, voice harsher than he'd meant, "don't screw this up."
Moonrise
Summary: 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.
Notes: I've said too much about my Big Bang in this journal already, so I'll just say that I still like it, which is a major achievement and leave it at that.
Favourite Line: The cellar scene.
Ned
Summary: Aqaba, 1917. This wasn't part of the assignment.
Notes: For
apiphile, Jack meets T E Lawrence. This was like my dream fic. Jack + Too Much Research = Very Happy Jades. It's short, but it caught the mood I was looking for, so I'm happy with it.Favourite Line:
To be sitting here, listening to the man himself, was almost surreal. This might be the slow path, but at least Jack had time for sightseeing.
Lamplight
Summary: Timestamp drabble for 'Ned'
Notes: Finding a way to follow-up was really hard, so I fell back to my usual drabble comfort-zone
Favourite Line:
For men like himself and Lawrence, comfort was a rare, precious thing, and he'd learned to horde these moments, to treasure them.
Quicksilver
Summary: 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.
Notes: Another Sic Transit follow-up. The popularity of the series continues to surprise me.
Favourite Line:
Hugh is beginning to learn that silence is the one commodity that Jack is short of, the one thing that makes him uncomfortable, the thing that he craves but can't stand.
Tears of the Gods
Summary: 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.
Notes: Written for
rustydog's birthday. Just a trippy little Sic Transit Tempus ficlet.Favourite Line:
It was standing alone at the edge of forever, and he struggled against it for a moment, suddenly afraid. This was wrong, this stillness, this bleakness where nothing changed or moved, a calm that came from complete absence, not from the need to rest.
Bibula Harena
Summary: This is all there is, the stick in his hand, the knife in his belt, the crowd roaring around him, and the man he has to kill.
Notes: In retrospect, all my stories feel too fast-paced to me, as though I didn't give myself time/space to say everything I wanted to say. But I remain immensely proud of this story and make no apology for it.
Favourite Line: The one I used as a summary.
Board Wars
Summary: "Earth seems to have a lot of games." "We get bored easily."
Notes: Where do I even start with this? There was so much emailing, giggling and squeeing going on with this fic, that I can't even begin to explain how we got from where we started (a vague email from me saying "I think we should write something about games") to where we ended up.
Favourite Line:
"Er..." Rodney looked helplessly at Sheppard, who gave him a 'you got yourself into this' shrug and folded his arms. Returning the shrug with a 'thank you so much' glare, Rodney prodded his food and tried to think. "Yeah, a bit. I guess. There's the saying, you know? My middle name is luck; the only problem is my first name is 'bad.'"
"I thought your name was Meredith." It was Ronon's turn to look confused, and Rodney thought it was genuine this time.
Defender
Summary: "May I have your attention, please? This is Colonel Carter. Colonel Sheppard is to be considered an immediate and serious threat to the security of the city."
Notes: For
sga_santa 2007. I had oh-so-many problems writing this, but telepathy remains my biggest fic-kink, and writing a tripped-out Sheppard is never not fun. The edits helped immensely, though!Favourite Line:
"Yes, thank you. Next time you can talk Robocop into climbing into a Jumper of his own accord, not to mention the whole battle of wills thing, which you have to admit I won."
"Congratulations, Rodney. Next time we give prizes for being a stubborn ass, I'll make sure your name's top of the list."
Difficulties in Mathematics Part One, Part Two
Summary: Rodney paused, trying to think how he was going to explain without causing a general panic. Tact was probably called for and it would be as well to watch his words until he was absolutely sure about what was going on.
Of course, the words that actually came out of his mouth were, "Atlantis is about to be sucked into a black hole."
Notes: I hope
with_apostrophe won't mind my mentioning that she had concerns about this year's sga_santa and that she was fairly specific in what she did and didn't want. While this caused me problems in the early stages, I ended up being extremely satisfied with the finished product. I think there's still some tweaking to be done to it, but I'm basically happy with what I produced.Favourite Line: [apart from the one I used as summary?]
"You okay?" Sheppard asked, his capacity for stupid questions apparently not inhibited by the exercise.
"Assuming my brain doesn't explode out of my skull, I'm fine."
"Nah." Sheppard shot him a grin before upping the pace. Again. "It did that last week."
Feels Like Home
Summary: John first runs away from home when he is eight years old
Notes: This is almost certainly the only true McKay/Sheppard story I'll ever write. I have no means of judging its quality, except that I hit the tone I love so much and therefore am at least content with the finished product.
Favourite Line:
He might not see them coming, but he knows what to do when they get here.
Five Mission Reports Sheppard's Team Turned in (and one they didn't) – Gen version
Summary: See title!
Notes: Pinch-hit for
sga_santa. The original was a bit slashy, but I'm happier with the gen version.Favourite Line:
"We managed not to say anything about the marriage thing on P4M-721 and the goat thing on P95-029. And the thing with the gourd, the girl and the ceremonial water-buffalo on P3X-557. I think we can manage keep this one to ourselves as well."
Five Times McKay and Sheppard Arrived Back In Atlantis Without Their Clothes (And One Time They Nearly Had To Leave Without Them)
Summary: Does exactly what it says in the title.
Notes: Do not ask where this came from. I don't want to think about it, because I just plain had too much writing it.
Favourite Line:
"You know," he said thoughtfully as he began to push his pants, and the Yani, down towards his feet, "I think this is probably the first time anyone's ever had to requisition a new uniform because it was eaten by puppies."
Genus: Wraith (The Who Are You Remix)
Summary: John is better, and it is good to have him back. She is relieved and happy. Of course she is.
Notes: This was a remix pinch-hit and I found I loved writing Teyla, which was an unexpected bonus.
Favourite Line:
She is tired, unsettled deep in her soul and she closes her eyes, trying to find her center again. Beside her, she hears the doctor give John the all-clear, then the bed squeaks, just a little. There is silence for a moment, and Teyla keeps her eyes closed, her breathing steady. For the briefest of moments, something flickers against her senses, not quite a touch, but more than just the trembling of her own mind. Then the feeling is gone, and she hears John's footsteps leaving the infirmary.
In Memoriam
Summary: Now he has new pain to pile on the old, a layer of scars so thick that he finds it hard to remember what lies beneath them.
Notes: I'm still not comfortable writing Ronon, but at least felt I had a decent stab at him here. Er. Not literally…
Favourite Line:
"Nothing." Ronon stretches a little, just to feel it burn. "Pass me the chocolate pudding?"
There's a moment, the slightest pause when Rodney narrows his eyes and looks as though he's going to argue.
Ronon glares.
Rodney looks sheepish and peeved at the same time, but passes the pudding over, along with a spoon.
Not Dead Yet
Summary: "The box was large and striped, its lid flipped back and a small, handwritten note in front of it. Teyla paused as she passed.
Congratulations on not being dead.
O'Neill"
Notes: Written for
archae_ology. I had many, many wibbles trying to write Lorne, but Teyla was a joy as ever. This was hard, satisfying work to write and one of those fics where you sort of nod in a satisfied way at the end.Favourite Line:
"Well," she said eventually, "there is an animal on several nearby worlds called a drall. I believe it is similar to your cow."
He looked up, forkful of stew halfway to his mouth. "You know, I don't personally own a cow, but go on."
Port Call
Summary: Port Call. Being the True and Factual Account of the Adventures of Rodney McKay, Genius, and his Encounters with those Fearsome Criminals of the Pirate Ship Wraith. John Sheppard was also there.
Notes: Not only was this a pinch-hit for a Gen ficathon, it was also my costume for this year's 'Come as you aren't' party, as it was the first complete AU I've ever attempted. It was also utter, cracky joy to write, especially since half my flist kept chipping in with encouragement and suggestions. One of the things I've loved doing this year has been collaborating with people, and this felt like it really took a village. \o? It was way, way too much fun to write, and as
pwcorgigirl said, I tried to keep a light hand on the tiller of canon. There is more to come in this ficverse. Oh yes.Favourite Line:
"Oh please. There's more cloth here than in Atlantis' mainsail." Rodney laid two strips on the bed, and tried to work out where to tear next. "And let's not even start on your hair."
Research
Summary: They're doing it again
Notes: I think this is my only SGA drabble to date. Written for a prompt from
bironicFavourite Line:
He had too many years without laughter before he came to Atlantis, and now, Ronon doesn't want to miss any of it.
Resonance
Summary: As everyone tries to put Atlantis back together again, John has an accident that gives him more of an insight into the city and the Ancients than he ever could have wanted. Unfortunately, this also gives the city and the Ancients an insight into him.
Notes: There is far, far too much about this in my journal already. But. Not only was this written in an insanely short period of time and not only did I get the incredible
in_the_bottle as my artist, I'm actually happy with this story still. Yes, there are some plot holes, and yes, I'd love to expand it, but all in all? There's much satisfied nodding going on here.Favourite Line: [I like that despite being an angsty/peril story, I got plenty of snark in too. This is one of my favourite exchanges]
"And Radek's right. I didn't do this. It came straight out of the Ancient database."
"Through your brain," Rodney countered. "Who knows what went wrong at that point."
Rise up and Fight
Summary: "A little I'm hurt, but yet not slayne. I'll but lye down and bleed awhile, and then I'll rise and fight again." Sir Andrew Barton.
Notes: In retrospect, this was a little more angsty than I'm really comfortable with, but it was my first proper go at a Sheppard-fic, and I'm not entirely unhappy with the results.
Favourite Line:
"I gave the order, Rodney." Heightmeyer would probably tell him that saying it out loud should make him feel better. It doesn't.
"Yeah, because I always take so much notice of what you say."
Smitefulness
Summary: Don't you just wish you had one of these?
Notes: It has to be said that few fandoms bring the crack quite as well as SGA...
Favourite Line:
It was entirely possible that Rodney was inventing new levels of sarcasm and saving them up for special occasions such as this. "I don't know," he said in what sounded like his 'children, idiots and Sheppard' voice times about a hundred.
Some Assistance Required
Summary: What's a team for, if not to lend a helping hand?
Notes: Be very, very careful when you ask
greyias for prompts. You may just get a picture of the Office paperclip…Favourite Line:
Rodney's fingers were slippery with blood and sweat, and he kept losing his grip on the tablet's wires, and when Sheppard started calling him 'buddy', he knew he was really screwed.
Aroma
Summary: Possibly the only time Rodney lets his coffee go cold.
Notes: The only SGA story I wrote for the Timestamp meme, a few hours after 'Some Assistance Required'.
Favourite Line:
It wasn't much use having a private supply of the good stuff if you couldn't resist boasting about it to everyone who came into your lab.
Subject to Interpretation
Summary: Teyla had long since abandoned the idea that she might be able to understand the motivations of the Ancestors. All she could do was accept and hope that something could be made of what they had left behind.
Notes: I had absolutely horrendous writers block on this one, and messed
danceswithgary around something chronic. But in the end, I like what we turned out, and the more I write Teyla, the more I love her.Favourite Line:
The best they could do was try not to repeat the same mistakes. "All our actions, and all those of the Ancestors, make sense to us at the time. Who knows if people in ten thousand years' time will interpret them in the same way, and agree with our point of view."
"We may find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view."
Despite herself, Teyla smiled. "You know, John, Rodney has made us all sit through those films several times."
"Yeah, I know." He looked down at her, grinning. "Lot of wisdom in them though."
She raised an eyebrow. "Such as?"
"That there is no try?" he said, lifting his eyes as though in deep thought. "That tauntauns smell worse on the inside than they do on the outside? That you shouldn't kiss brilliant, beautiful women in case they turn out to be your twin sister?"
Tresdecim Modi ut Rodneius Videre Posset & Rodney's Poetry Months (Latin Remix) Based on
bironic's Thirteen Ways of Looking at RodneySummary: Latin translations of
bironic's poems, then a story to weave them together.Notes: Um. Don't ask why I did this. It just sort of…happened…
Favourite Line:
From the story:
Well, Ronon had folded his arms, glowered down at him and asked how many more MREs he was going to need, but Rodney was fairly sure that was Ronon's version of sympathetic.
From the poems:
IV
cafaeum et physica
sunt unum.
cafaeum et physica et Rodneius
sunt unum.
True Colors (The Mother's Love Remix)
Summary: When Meredith is four, she buys him a Big Chief tablet
Notes: I'd never attempted a Remix before. It was…hard, but good. I'm not sure I could get addicted, but it was fun to have a go. Oh, and if you were wondering how I picked a name for Rodney's mother, I had intended to leave her nameless, and was just calling her 'she'. It wasn't much of a leap to get to 'Sheila' from there.
Favourite Line:
When Sheila is fifty, she has a room full of papers that she won't let anyone touch. She tells the nurses they're waiting for her son to come and collect them.
Watch the Birdie
Summary: Sheppard had long known that his football footage wasn't the most unusual personal item that had been brought to Atlantis.
Notes: This was based on a leaked picture from SGA, for a set that eventually turned up in 'Broken Ties', although sadly without the featured accessory.
Favourite Line:
"I last saw it months ago when Frederick's team took it to P98-4XV."
"Isn't that the mission where they got pelted with rocks?"
McKay's expression suggested that marines were not only rock proof, but that they probably deserved the rocks in the first place.
I also wrote several stories for the Last Fic Writer Standing challenge over at
sgahcchallenges They're not my best work (although "In Plain Sight" won 2nd! \o/) but I'm at least satisfied with most of them.Temporary Loan [Dialogue only]
In Plain Sight [Outsider POV]
Panacea [No dialogue]
Feet on the Ground [John POV]
Awaiting Recovery
Summary:It was the first Christmas Napoleon had been off-duty for five years. He should have known better.
Notes: My first ever Yuletide story \o/ I loved writing Man From UNCLE, and wish so much that I'd given myself more time to write this. Still, it didn't turn out too badly, and my recipient liked it, so I think that's what really matters.
Favourite Line:
"Have you seen Hendricks?" Napoleon asked. They never attached 'doctor' to the name of UNCLE's resident psychologist. Doctors put them back together; they didn't take them apart to see how they ticked.
"He dropped by my hospital bed." The tightness in Illya's voice hinted at the kind of reception the visit had received. "Apparently, I am still insane enough to work as an UNCLE agent."
Waiting for Tomorrow
Summary: In wartime London, Richard has a surprising encounter with a young Lance Corporal.
Notes: Although this does make sense if you just accept that everyone in this story is an OC, it probably works better if you know my Sic Transit Tempus series or the long AU
ouvretesyeux. More details are in the notes at the story, but it was written for miss_zedem.Favourite Line:
[I honestly can't pick one. What I'm most proud of in this story is the mood of it, and I can't catch that in a few lines.]
When Tomorrow Comes
Summary: Just one simple phone call.
Notes: As if getting me to write one AU crossover wasn't enough, Z requested a follow-up…
Favourite Line: [because scent is just so evocative, and so often I lose that by getting caught up in the visuals]
He opened his mouth to ask where Scott had bunked down for the night, when his hand knocked the packet of cigarrettes, now as sodden as the pieces of paper strewn across his desk. Although he didn't usually smoke in the office, 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.
And one more!
VID! Okay, so this isn't fic and I didn't make it, but it has to go on here!
Become or: "Martha Jones, how are you so awesome?"
By
in_the_bottleI also recorded an insane amount of podfic, all of which can be found under my reader tag at the Audiofic Archive here. There are 8 pages of it, and I'm honestly not sure how that happened.
rustydog very kindly recorded some of my stories as well, which can be found under her tag at the archive, here.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:38 pm (UTC)Are your LWFS stories listed here?
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:41 pm (UTC)Heh, no, they're not. I'm a bit ambivalent about it still and slightly embarrassed by the quality of some of them, so I left them out. I've actually dropped out of the challenge (as you may have noticed) as my ego officially can't take it any more. But I should put them in, for completeness if nothing else...
*goes to edit* thanks.
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Date: 2009-01-05 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:46 pm (UTC)Of course, I actually wrote about another 100,000 words on top of what I listed here, but I don't think I'm allowed to count discarded drafts ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:54 pm (UTC)thanks, I may take you up on the email offer. Or I may skip this round. we'll see
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 08:53 pm (UTC)Oh hon. Whatever you need, you know that. Here to help :D
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:38 pm (UTC)Are your LWFS stories listed here?
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:41 pm (UTC)Heh, no, they're not. I'm a bit ambivalent about it still and slightly embarrassed by the quality of some of them, so I left them out. I've actually dropped out of the challenge (as you may have noticed) as my ego officially can't take it any more. But I should put them in, for completeness if nothing else...
*goes to edit* thanks.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:46 pm (UTC)Of course, I actually wrote about another 100,000 words on top of what I listed here, but I don't think I'm allowed to count discarded drafts ;)
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 03:54 pm (UTC)thanks, I may take you up on the email offer. Or I may skip this round. we'll see
(no subject)
Date: 2009-01-05 08:53 pm (UTC)Oh hon. Whatever you need, you know that. Here to help :D