Stillane? Yep.

Please see Part I for notes and warnings. Click here to skip to Part III.

( To Have Outlived the Night - Part II )

Anybody willing to be on deck to pre-read and/or beta Teen Wolf fic about Derek and Stiles and their terrible, fantastic, dovetailing issues? It's not quite done - I've got 3 scenes to fill out further, and some obsessive editing to do - but it ought to be there in the next day or so. No spoilers past aired canon, no specific deadline, and likely about to be Jossed to hell on Monday anyway. Also, it's already 20,000 words. I should probably mention that part, right?

So... Bueller?

Some time ago, laceymcbain gave me a prompt involving somebody being protective, somebody being competent, and possibly a little banter. This is… kind of that? Only not? Sorry. On the plus side, there may yet be all of those things in the sequels that are looking sort of inevitable.

Fandom: Leverage
Pairing: None, exactly. There is a definite Hardison/Eliot directionality here, though.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: 1x12 The First David Job
Warnings: Implications of past torture, non-graphic
Notes: Beta’d by the awesome ileliberte. This picks up from the second-to-last scene of the First David Job, and assumes that a little time passed between it and the last scene. Specifically, one night.

Summary: Eliot, he can twist around like a Rubik’s cube in his head, something to puzzle over without getting too invested in.

( Bindings )

Okay first, note to self: Bailing out from what looks to be a truly spectacular horsey meltdown induced by rapidly approaching snowmobiles is a protocol best enacted when one does not have the combo of muddy, slick ground and a trick knee going for one. Just so you know. Ow.

Second: The WIP Meme! Which is to say, I've got kind of a lot of them, at the moment. Also, I'm bad at keeping it to just a sentence.
 
( I'd rather be sitting on a beach somewhere with my laptop. I'd totally be willing to deal with sand in the keys, even. )

I think that's most of them. The ones that are vaguely coherent, anyway, and not just scraps here and there. I'm not counting the one with the goats, because it's actually done, with the exception of a little editing. Provided finals season stops thumping me into the ground, it will even see the light of day soon. \o/

And now I have to go write about osteoarthritis while wondering vaguely what the cartilage in my knee looks like these days. Life isn't fair. *sigh*

 

Rating: PG-13
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard
Spoilers: general Season 4 to date
Notes: Originally written for the Ancient History Challenge at sga_flashfic. (It seems, however, that I wasn't quite clear on the posting scheme, so it's not over there anymore. Oops?) Title borrowed from Keats.
Summary: It's not long before the stories start.

Look! Feet! Wet feet! Mine, I mean... although, come to think of it, everybody else in here probably has them at some stage, too.

Fandom: SGA
Pairing: McKay/Sheppard implied, but mostly team gen
Rating: G
Spoilers: basically everything up to Be All My Sins Remember'd
Summary: It's been a long year.

Biting the bullet and posting, because I can't stare at it anymore. My eyes will go googly.

Fandom: The Rundown
Rating: R
Pairing: Travis/Beck
Summary: Set'tle v. To pay (a debt); to establish residence in, colonize; to discontinue moving and come to rest in one place; to restore calmness or comfort to.

Note 1: So, long about seven months or so ago, strifechaos  had a birthday. This is for that. Sorry.

Note 2: terribilita  and palebluebell  are both wise and wonderful in the ways of the beta. Praise them for the good, and blame me for the bad. I'm stubborn. The title is courtesy of terribilita  and Interpol and their song "The New".

Time to bite the bullet. This has been hanging out for a bit now, waiting for me to stop waffling. Once upon a time, docmichelle asked for NCIS and the positive qualities of tea. Um, this is... kind of that. Oops. If it's any consolation, the last line came first.

See, I started out being hesitant to post it because it's a new fandom, and I couldn't stop tweaking all the words, and I worry about having the characters down, etc., etc. And then I stumbled onto this, which is strong and brilliant and has a few things in common with the following fic.

But... I kind of like this one anyway, and if it doesn't go up soon, it will be Jossed at birth. So, in the interests of halting my own circuitous mental pacing, I'm putting it out there.

And yes, that is a lot of whining for something less than 1,000 words.

Fandom: NCIS
Rating: G
Pairing: Gen, although I'm convinced they're all a little bit in love with each other
Spoilers: Twilight, Kill Ari, Hiatus
Summary: There are only two people he can have this conversation with, and Abby is busy tonight.

Here lies the first of the prompt responses. docmichelle asked for John, Rodney, and kitten sneezes. I bow happily to such devious devices.

Fandom: SGA
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: G