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Post segments of all the fanfic you have yet to finish.
In alphabetical order, because I have serious wip issues, clearly...
1. Apply Some Pressure (SGA)
The first Atlantis fic I ever started. Two years ago, to be precise. It's still languishing around the 9 page mark.
Excerpt
John tracked up the bed, and then he could see the face of the person. Hooked up to monitoring equipment, eyes closed, head lolling ever so slightly to one side, but the face still looking directly up at John and even in the dim light it was impossible to mistake who it was.
John was staring down at himself...
Without warning, the other John’s eyes opened, and his lips parted. There were choking noises, and suddenly the other John shot upright on the bed, leaning forwards. He was heaving.
“Breathe, Major!” Beckett grabbed a breathing mask and held it to the other John’s face. “In and out... come on...”
But nothing happened – nothing seemed to be happening. The other John was strangely motionless, aside from the apparent suffocating thing, and up on the ceiling, John tried not to shudder. He didn’t even know if he was capable of shuddering. If this was one of those out-of-body experiences you heard about, then who knew if he had a body, or what?
Yet still, on the infirmary bed below him, John Sheppard was still not breathing, and Beckett was reaching over for the
John’s eyes flew open.
2. Catch and Release (SGA)
Approximately half a page of random from last summer, in which Lorne will accidentally - and eventually - trade Zelenka at an off-world market.
Excerpt
“What’s our status, Sergeant?” Weir asked the gate technician.
“MALP telemetry reads normal, and the local chieftains are ready and awaiting the field team,” the technician replied smoothly. “They should be right on time for the bazaar.”
Weir nodded, then turned to Lorne. “Ready to go bargain hunting, Major?” she asked, quirking a smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lorne replied, keeping a straight face in return. Just itching to take the scientists’ shopping list out into the big, bad alien galaxy.
3. Daniel Jackson and the Weapons of Mass Procrastination (SG-1)
Tag to season 3 opener Into the Fire in which Hammond is an awesomely sneaky bastard.
Excerpt
Hammond came back around the desk, and faced the two men, his hand splayed out on the tabletop. "It's come to my attention -" with a really quite evil look in Paul's direction, "- that there is a difference of opinion between the people in the SGC and the people that this facility is answerable to, in that there is a total lack of understanding between these two parties." Hammond seemed in no rush to get to the point of whatever was going on here, and Paul was certainly in no position to hurry matters along any, however much he approved of that idea right there and then.
"And in that respect," Hammond went on, switching his gaze equally between both men in front of him, "I have decided that a small exchange of personnel is in order, to better facilitate that level of understanding."
4. Diem Perdidi (Doctor Who)
Jack Harkness during the Year That Never Was. In another pique of sadism, the Master assigns Jack a "cellmate", who for conspiracy's sake would have later been revealed to be related to a key player from LotTL.
Excerpt
Day 71
“The sound of drums? The sound of drums? That man belongs in a mental ward, the more drugs pumped into his system the better!”
Jack closed his eyes. “He’s not a man,” he explained. Quietly and calmly, since he’d learned after eight days that all the time in the world was now laced with more irony and double-meaning than even before.
“Yeah, he’s a Time Lord. Got that part when his egomania started playing over the sound of the mountain goats. And the broadcast after that – and the time after that, yeah. Doesn’t stop him being mental, though.”
“I guess not,” Jack allowed.
5. Doppelganger (DS9)
Julian Bashir has a Vorta clone.
Excerpt
Stepping up to his office he could see someone moving around inside; a black and grey uniform with blue edges stretching his arms. Opening the door Sisko stepped inside. “Good morning, Doctor.”
Julian Bashir was perched on the edge of the captain’s desk, legs stretched out in front of him. It was an oddly casual pose for the young doctor, and one that seemed a little out of place.
6. Harder to Walk Away (Enterprise)
Sucky title. Part of my Father's Day personal canon, and Malcolm angst by the bucketload.
Excerpt
Phlox’s eyes carried none of their usual good humour. “Despite their interaction with other alien species in the past, the Nanndii do not seem aware that biological functions differ from race to race. In short, Commander,” he added, when Trip started to look confused, “the methods they used to... subdue Lieutenant Reed were too much for his body.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Trip saw Malcolm scowling. The commander nodded. “So...?” he prompted.
“I can’t walk,” Malcolm snapped, when Phlox hesitated in answering. “Yes, the Captain’s been apprised of the situation, and Ensign Maritas knows she’s in charge until I get my motor neurons back in working order. Anything else, Commander?”
7. Haunted (SGA)
McKay centric story for Hallowe'en.
Excerpt
“An – anybody there?” Rodney asked, instantly feeling like an idiot. He stood up, wincing when the dried alien swamp on his boots crunched loudly. He heard a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, but couldn’t tell if he’d made the noise... or someone else. He moved out from behind his bench, and slowly crossed the room to Zelenka’s work space.
He looked down as he got closer, and he stared in disbelief.
Sat on the floor just behind Zelenka’s chair, wearing some kind of white smock, was a kid. A girl, no less.
“Huh,” was all he could manage. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the kid was gone.
And Rodney was, apparently, alone in the lab again.
8. Napoleon's Wallpaper (SGA)
Abortive tag for The Defiant One. 10,000 year old Wraith are sneaky, and McKay is in the firing line.
Excerpt
Rodney instantly dismissed that last thought. Humanitarian. He meant humanitarian. After all, he hadn’t exactly made Gaul’s last hours worth living for, had he?
Besides, that was what people like Elizabeth were for; to talk to people, to talk with them...
The thought trailed to an abrupt end, and Rodney looked around him. He was sure he was supposed to be going somewhere – to actually be somewhere by now... but he couldn’t remember...
And a migraine was starting to form. Great – just great. Rodney grumped, turned back in the direction he’d just come from, and headed off towards the commissary.
This was nothing coffee couldn’t fix.
9. Nine-Tenths (Dresden Files TV-verse)
In which Bob turns out to be a kinky sonofabitch.
Excerpt
“Well, was she pretty?”
I stopped where I was and turned around. “What do you mean, ‘was she pretty’?”
Bob sighed and walked through the kitchen counter. “Her aesthetics. Were they pleasing?”
I tried not to snort. “Bob, I do not keep a mental tally of how attractive every female client is. I don’t! It... it’s bad business ethic.”
10. Oblivio (House)
Abortive amnesiac!Wilson fic.
Excerpt
The pressing feeling against his head stops, but the pressing feeling inside his head does not. Cephalgia, he thinks, but does not know where the word has come from.
He places a hand on the floor beside his leg, which is starting to hurt the same way his head does. He stares at the leg, and the hand beside it, and the floor underneath that. Dullish colours that blend together, nothing like the bright swirls he woke up to, and –
The clarity of his next thoughts is so sharp he almost falls over, except for the hand next to his leg.
He does not know how he got here.
11. Recovering the Satellites (SGA)
Abandoned challenge fic, adapting Macbeth to the Atlantis 'stage'. In a slightly alternate reality, Sheppard and Weir will do anything to return to Atlantis.
Excerpt
“You heard what they said at the SGC, McKay,” John retorted, still in that beautifully dangerous voice. “In the greater scope of things, Atlantis was an acceptable loss.” The last two words were practically sneered, and Elizabeth shuddered slightly.
“Yes, I heard Landry – I was there!” Rodney replied tightly. “I was also there when you said you were going to take care of Caldwell.”
“And I did.” John’s tone suggested he was getting tired of the conversation.
Rodney hesitated before choosing his next words. “Is he dead?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Rodney’s voice was carefully controlled by now, only the barest hints of hysteria coming out. “Is Caldwell dead?”
12. Requiem for the Fire Escape Symphony (Enterprise)
Malcolm is invited to a reunion of the tactical officers who passed Starfleet training ten years previously.
Excerpt
Archer came onto the bridge from his ready room, a look of perfect bewilderment on his face. He came right around past the command chair and leaned on the railing in front of Malcolm’s station. “I didn’t know you played musical instruments, Lieutenant,” he said, almost conversationally.
Malcolm blinked at him. He had assumed that the message from Starfleet that Archer had taken in his ready room had come from Admiral Forrest... perhaps not. “I... don’t, sir,” he managed eventually.
A look of confusion came over the Captain’s face. “You don’t?”
“I don’t,” Malcolm confirmed, shaking his head. Over the Captain’s shoulder he could see Trip smirking from his position directly behind Hoshi’s chair.
“Oh. Okay.” The Captain nodded. Relieved, Malcolm relaxed – for all of about half a second. “Then perhaps,” Archer continued, “you could explain the message I’ve just received from Starfleet?”
13. Somatoform (Enterprise)
In which Malcolm has another allergic reaction, with a twist for hopeful originality.
Excerpt
“Ungh...” Malcolm rolled over on the bed, but before anything happened, Phlox had appeared in front of him, waving a scanner around.
“Now, now, Lieutenant, we’ll have none of that in here, thank you!”
Malcolm groaned. “It’s a sickbay, Doctor. People are in here because they’re sick.”
“Nonsense.” Phlox sounded far too cheerful. “People are in here because they are going to get better.”
“Because they’re sick,” Malcolm retorted, kneading his forehead with his wrist.
“I think you’ll find this will quickly turn into a circular argument, Mister Reed,” Phlox informed him. “One that you may well not win.”
“Because I’m sick.” Malcolm had been doing stubborn since he was seven months old. He wasn’t going to end that now.
14. Somewhere to Begin (SGA/Torchwood)
Crossover. McKay used to work for Torchwood before joining the Stargate Program. While on Earth he's blackmailed into returning to Britain to complete an unfinished project.
Excerpt
Two hours passed before Rodney saw Jack Harkness again, according to his watch. He supposed he’d been lucky enough to be allowed to keep that, after his jacket and rucksack had been taken away by a dour-looking kid with acne scars (making him all the more relieved for leaving his laptop back at the hotel)...
What he was fairly sure of, however, was that is Jack Harkness was sufficiently angry with him (as he had every right to be), then he would probably be dead by now.
15. The Colder Water (SGA)
Birthday fic for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
explodedpen. Yes, her birthday was six months ago. Yes, I suck.
Excerpt
“Look,” Carson said. “Is it really so hard to imagine one friend asking another for help?”
“When one of those friends is dead, yes it is hard to imagine,” Rodney retorted.
Carson sighed. “It’s nice seeing you too, Rodney.”
16. The Folly of Frobisher (SG-1)
Alternate ending to The Torment of Tantalus. Jack and Daniel don't make it back through the Stargate.
Excerpt
"Dan'l?"
Daniel stilled. The slurred voice wasn't good, especially since just a second before Jack had been coherent enough to be sarcastic. He carefully nudged Jack's side. "Jack? We're going to need to get out of here," he said, taking his time to speak slowly and clearly. "Do you think you can move?"
Behind them, another something of stone banged about. Time really was off the essence here, and Daniel knew it. "Jack," he repeated. "Think you can get up?"
The only answer of any kind he got was a muffled grunt, from which Daniel could only conclude that Jack was either in too much pain or was too concussed to be coherent.
He found himself hoping it was the former.
"Come on Jack," he soothed, trying to heft his friend into a more upright position - all the while keeping his voice at the same, calm level, even while more things crashed around behind them. "We need to get somewhere safe until the storm passes." He threw a look at the room behind him, perfectly framed by the dormant Stargate. The hole where the DHD had once stood was visibly larger - could be seen from even this angle - and the pit where Daniel's stomach used to be grew ever larger. They needed to get out of here - now.
17. There But for the Grace of You (Enterprise)
I have daddy issues. Malcolm probably has daddy issues. Therefore I force my daddy issues onto him, even if I have to throw him ito a parallel universe to do it.
Excerpt
Malcolm couldn’t help it – he stared. “What?”
“- are you doing on my ship?” Archer repeated.
Interesting, a small part of Malcolm noted. Far from giving him concussion or some sort of memory loss, the blow to the head seemed to have affected everyone else instead.
18. Tipping Point (SGA/4400)
Another crossover. This time McKay was one of the 4400 people abducted, then returned slightly altered. This was originally going to be a rework of theRising episode on that theme.
Excerpt
A number. He’d been reduced to a freaking number by these all-American conspiracy-nut FBI-wannabes, and even worse, there was nobody around to listen to him. Nobody who understood the constant stream of numbers and figures, formulae and algorithms that had started one morning in his office – years ago – and that still kept going even when he went from being in the office one second to being in the middle of a crowded lake the next, more than three thousand miles from where he’d started.
His stomach rumbled, and the man designated thirty-three-seventy-eight wondered when lunch was going to be served.
19. Yesterday Threw Everything at Me (SGA)
Abortive Sunday tag, jossed byexplodedpen's birthday fic, and apparently most of seasons 4 and 5 of Atlantis. Meh.
Excerpt
Back in front of the whiteboard Rodney stared some more at the equations for power consumption he’d started generating while his brain was mutating towards Ancienty proportions, and for the latest time wondered why he’d bothered keeping the numbers. Just reading them was enough to give him a headache; there was nothing there to get lost in, or be distracted by. Even so, he reached for a marker pen and added a square root next to a random hexadecimal, again just because he could, before rereading the line and realising it made even less sense than it had before. The square root was quickly erased.
Rodney stood there; hours passed this time, until the sun came up and blue shirts came filtering slowly into the lab.
When he turned around, Radek was standing by his workstation, carrying a Thermos and breakfast tray. He left them next to Rodney's laptop before walking away.
Post segments of all the fanfic you have yet to finish.
In alphabetical order, because I have serious wip issues, clearly...
1. Apply Some Pressure (SGA)
The first Atlantis fic I ever started. Two years ago, to be precise. It's still languishing around the 9 page mark.
Excerpt
John tracked up the bed, and then he could see the face of the person. Hooked up to monitoring equipment, eyes closed, head lolling ever so slightly to one side, but the face still looking directly up at John and even in the dim light it was impossible to mistake who it was.
John was staring down at himself...
Without warning, the other John’s eyes opened, and his lips parted. There were choking noises, and suddenly the other John shot upright on the bed, leaning forwards. He was heaving.
“Breathe, Major!” Beckett grabbed a breathing mask and held it to the other John’s face. “In and out... come on...”
But nothing happened – nothing seemed to be happening. The other John was strangely motionless, aside from the apparent suffocating thing, and up on the ceiling, John tried not to shudder. He didn’t even know if he was capable of shuddering. If this was one of those out-of-body experiences you heard about, then who knew if he had a body, or what?
Yet still, on the infirmary bed below him, John Sheppard was still not breathing, and Beckett was reaching over for the
John’s eyes flew open.
2. Catch and Release (SGA)
Approximately half a page of random from last summer, in which Lorne will accidentally - and eventually - trade Zelenka at an off-world market.
Excerpt
“What’s our status, Sergeant?” Weir asked the gate technician.
“MALP telemetry reads normal, and the local chieftains are ready and awaiting the field team,” the technician replied smoothly. “They should be right on time for the bazaar.”
Weir nodded, then turned to Lorne. “Ready to go bargain hunting, Major?” she asked, quirking a smile.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lorne replied, keeping a straight face in return. Just itching to take the scientists’ shopping list out into the big, bad alien galaxy.
3. Daniel Jackson and the Weapons of Mass Procrastination (SG-1)
Tag to season 3 opener Into the Fire in which Hammond is an awesomely sneaky bastard.
Excerpt
Hammond came back around the desk, and faced the two men, his hand splayed out on the tabletop. "It's come to my attention -" with a really quite evil look in Paul's direction, "- that there is a difference of opinion between the people in the SGC and the people that this facility is answerable to, in that there is a total lack of understanding between these two parties." Hammond seemed in no rush to get to the point of whatever was going on here, and Paul was certainly in no position to hurry matters along any, however much he approved of that idea right there and then.
"And in that respect," Hammond went on, switching his gaze equally between both men in front of him, "I have decided that a small exchange of personnel is in order, to better facilitate that level of understanding."
4. Diem Perdidi (Doctor Who)
Jack Harkness during the Year That Never Was. In another pique of sadism, the Master assigns Jack a "cellmate", who for conspiracy's sake would have later been revealed to be related to a key player from LotTL.
Excerpt
Day 71
“The sound of drums? The sound of drums? That man belongs in a mental ward, the more drugs pumped into his system the better!”
Jack closed his eyes. “He’s not a man,” he explained. Quietly and calmly, since he’d learned after eight days that all the time in the world was now laced with more irony and double-meaning than even before.
“Yeah, he’s a Time Lord. Got that part when his egomania started playing over the sound of the mountain goats. And the broadcast after that – and the time after that, yeah. Doesn’t stop him being mental, though.”
“I guess not,” Jack allowed.
5. Doppelganger (DS9)
Julian Bashir has a Vorta clone.
Excerpt
Stepping up to his office he could see someone moving around inside; a black and grey uniform with blue edges stretching his arms. Opening the door Sisko stepped inside. “Good morning, Doctor.”
Julian Bashir was perched on the edge of the captain’s desk, legs stretched out in front of him. It was an oddly casual pose for the young doctor, and one that seemed a little out of place.
6. Harder to Walk Away (Enterprise)
Sucky title. Part of my Father's Day personal canon, and Malcolm angst by the bucketload.
Excerpt
Phlox’s eyes carried none of their usual good humour. “Despite their interaction with other alien species in the past, the Nanndii do not seem aware that biological functions differ from race to race. In short, Commander,” he added, when Trip started to look confused, “the methods they used to... subdue Lieutenant Reed were too much for his body.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Trip saw Malcolm scowling. The commander nodded. “So...?” he prompted.
“I can’t walk,” Malcolm snapped, when Phlox hesitated in answering. “Yes, the Captain’s been apprised of the situation, and Ensign Maritas knows she’s in charge until I get my motor neurons back in working order. Anything else, Commander?”
7. Haunted (SGA)
McKay centric story for Hallowe'en.
Excerpt
“An – anybody there?” Rodney asked, instantly feeling like an idiot. He stood up, wincing when the dried alien swamp on his boots crunched loudly. He heard a gasp, a sharp intake of breath, but couldn’t tell if he’d made the noise... or someone else. He moved out from behind his bench, and slowly crossed the room to Zelenka’s work space.
He looked down as he got closer, and he stared in disbelief.
Sat on the floor just behind Zelenka’s chair, wearing some kind of white smock, was a kid. A girl, no less.
“Huh,” was all he could manage. He closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, the kid was gone.
And Rodney was, apparently, alone in the lab again.
8. Napoleon's Wallpaper (SGA)
Abortive tag for The Defiant One. 10,000 year old Wraith are sneaky, and McKay is in the firing line.
Excerpt
Rodney instantly dismissed that last thought. Humanitarian. He meant humanitarian. After all, he hadn’t exactly made Gaul’s last hours worth living for, had he?
Besides, that was what people like Elizabeth were for; to talk to people, to talk with them...
The thought trailed to an abrupt end, and Rodney looked around him. He was sure he was supposed to be going somewhere – to actually be somewhere by now... but he couldn’t remember...
And a migraine was starting to form. Great – just great. Rodney grumped, turned back in the direction he’d just come from, and headed off towards the commissary.
This was nothing coffee couldn’t fix.
9. Nine-Tenths (Dresden Files TV-verse)
In which Bob turns out to be a kinky sonofabitch.
Excerpt
“Well, was she pretty?”
I stopped where I was and turned around. “What do you mean, ‘was she pretty’?”
Bob sighed and walked through the kitchen counter. “Her aesthetics. Were they pleasing?”
I tried not to snort. “Bob, I do not keep a mental tally of how attractive every female client is. I don’t! It... it’s bad business ethic.”
10. Oblivio (House)
Abortive amnesiac!Wilson fic.
Excerpt
The pressing feeling against his head stops, but the pressing feeling inside his head does not. Cephalgia, he thinks, but does not know where the word has come from.
He places a hand on the floor beside his leg, which is starting to hurt the same way his head does. He stares at the leg, and the hand beside it, and the floor underneath that. Dullish colours that blend together, nothing like the bright swirls he woke up to, and –
The clarity of his next thoughts is so sharp he almost falls over, except for the hand next to his leg.
He does not know how he got here.
11. Recovering the Satellites (SGA)
Abandoned challenge fic, adapting Macbeth to the Atlantis 'stage'. In a slightly alternate reality, Sheppard and Weir will do anything to return to Atlantis.
Excerpt
“You heard what they said at the SGC, McKay,” John retorted, still in that beautifully dangerous voice. “In the greater scope of things, Atlantis was an acceptable loss.” The last two words were practically sneered, and Elizabeth shuddered slightly.
“Yes, I heard Landry – I was there!” Rodney replied tightly. “I was also there when you said you were going to take care of Caldwell.”
“And I did.” John’s tone suggested he was getting tired of the conversation.
Rodney hesitated before choosing his next words. “Is he dead?”
“What?”
“You heard me.” Rodney’s voice was carefully controlled by now, only the barest hints of hysteria coming out. “Is Caldwell dead?”
12. Requiem for the Fire Escape Symphony (Enterprise)
Malcolm is invited to a reunion of the tactical officers who passed Starfleet training ten years previously.
Excerpt
Archer came onto the bridge from his ready room, a look of perfect bewilderment on his face. He came right around past the command chair and leaned on the railing in front of Malcolm’s station. “I didn’t know you played musical instruments, Lieutenant,” he said, almost conversationally.
Malcolm blinked at him. He had assumed that the message from Starfleet that Archer had taken in his ready room had come from Admiral Forrest... perhaps not. “I... don’t, sir,” he managed eventually.
A look of confusion came over the Captain’s face. “You don’t?”
“I don’t,” Malcolm confirmed, shaking his head. Over the Captain’s shoulder he could see Trip smirking from his position directly behind Hoshi’s chair.
“Oh. Okay.” The Captain nodded. Relieved, Malcolm relaxed – for all of about half a second. “Then perhaps,” Archer continued, “you could explain the message I’ve just received from Starfleet?”
13. Somatoform (Enterprise)
In which Malcolm has another allergic reaction, with a twist for hopeful originality.
Excerpt
“Ungh...” Malcolm rolled over on the bed, but before anything happened, Phlox had appeared in front of him, waving a scanner around.
“Now, now, Lieutenant, we’ll have none of that in here, thank you!”
Malcolm groaned. “It’s a sickbay, Doctor. People are in here because they’re sick.”
“Nonsense.” Phlox sounded far too cheerful. “People are in here because they are going to get better.”
“Because they’re sick,” Malcolm retorted, kneading his forehead with his wrist.
“I think you’ll find this will quickly turn into a circular argument, Mister Reed,” Phlox informed him. “One that you may well not win.”
“Because I’m sick.” Malcolm had been doing stubborn since he was seven months old. He wasn’t going to end that now.
14. Somewhere to Begin (SGA/Torchwood)
Crossover. McKay used to work for Torchwood before joining the Stargate Program. While on Earth he's blackmailed into returning to Britain to complete an unfinished project.
Excerpt
Two hours passed before Rodney saw Jack Harkness again, according to his watch. He supposed he’d been lucky enough to be allowed to keep that, after his jacket and rucksack had been taken away by a dour-looking kid with acne scars (making him all the more relieved for leaving his laptop back at the hotel)...
What he was fairly sure of, however, was that is Jack Harkness was sufficiently angry with him (as he had every right to be), then he would probably be dead by now.
15. The Colder Water (SGA)
Birthday fic for
explodedpen. Yes, her birthday was six months ago. Yes, I suck.Excerpt
“Look,” Carson said. “Is it really so hard to imagine one friend asking another for help?”
“When one of those friends is dead, yes it is hard to imagine,” Rodney retorted.
Carson sighed. “It’s nice seeing you too, Rodney.”
16. The Folly of Frobisher (SG-1)
Alternate ending to The Torment of Tantalus. Jack and Daniel don't make it back through the Stargate.
Excerpt
"Dan'l?"
Daniel stilled. The slurred voice wasn't good, especially since just a second before Jack had been coherent enough to be sarcastic. He carefully nudged Jack's side. "Jack? We're going to need to get out of here," he said, taking his time to speak slowly and clearly. "Do you think you can move?"
Behind them, another something of stone banged about. Time really was off the essence here, and Daniel knew it. "Jack," he repeated. "Think you can get up?"
The only answer of any kind he got was a muffled grunt, from which Daniel could only conclude that Jack was either in too much pain or was too concussed to be coherent.
He found himself hoping it was the former.
"Come on Jack," he soothed, trying to heft his friend into a more upright position - all the while keeping his voice at the same, calm level, even while more things crashed around behind them. "We need to get somewhere safe until the storm passes." He threw a look at the room behind him, perfectly framed by the dormant Stargate. The hole where the DHD had once stood was visibly larger - could be seen from even this angle - and the pit where Daniel's stomach used to be grew ever larger. They needed to get out of here - now.
17. There But for the Grace of You (Enterprise)
I have daddy issues. Malcolm probably has daddy issues. Therefore I force my daddy issues onto him, even if I have to throw him ito a parallel universe to do it.
Excerpt
Malcolm couldn’t help it – he stared. “What?”
“- are you doing on my ship?” Archer repeated.
Interesting, a small part of Malcolm noted. Far from giving him concussion or some sort of memory loss, the blow to the head seemed to have affected everyone else instead.
18. Tipping Point (SGA/4400)
Another crossover. This time McKay was one of the 4400 people abducted, then returned slightly altered. This was originally going to be a rework of the
Excerpt
A number. He’d been reduced to a freaking number by these all-American conspiracy-nut FBI-wannabes, and even worse, there was nobody around to listen to him. Nobody who understood the constant stream of numbers and figures, formulae and algorithms that had started one morning in his office – years ago – and that still kept going even when he went from being in the office one second to being in the middle of a crowded lake the next, more than three thousand miles from where he’d started.
His stomach rumbled, and the man designated thirty-three-seventy-eight wondered when lunch was going to be served.
19. Yesterday Threw Everything at Me (SGA)
Abortive Sunday tag, jossed by
explodedpen's birthday fic, and apparently most of seasons 4 and 5 of Atlantis. Meh.Excerpt
Back in front of the whiteboard Rodney stared some more at the equations for power consumption he’d started generating while his brain was mutating towards Ancienty proportions, and for the latest time wondered why he’d bothered keeping the numbers. Just reading them was enough to give him a headache; there was nothing there to get lost in, or be distracted by. Even so, he reached for a marker pen and added a square root next to a random hexadecimal, again just because he could, before rereading the line and realising it made even less sense than it had before. The square root was quickly erased.
Rodney stood there; hours passed this time, until the sun came up and blue shirts came filtering slowly into the lab.
When he turned around, Radek was standing by his workstation, carrying a Thermos and breakfast tray. He left them next to Rodney's laptop before walking away.
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Date: 2008-06-09 09:57 pm (UTC)And for the record, I'm stealing your wips and releasing them from their lonely future in the No Man's land that is your WIP folder
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Date: 2008-06-09 10:20 pm (UTC)And for the record, my wips are staying right where they are. I actually dread to think what the collective word count is on them, but who knows, maybe one day
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Date: 2008-06-09 11:02 pm (UTC)Or is that in another folder marked 'Plot Bunnies'?
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Date: 2008-06-09 11:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-10 06:35 am (UTC)