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I don't entirely know why I'm doing this. I wrote an original fic I'm really proud of, and a damn good essay on T:SCC, but since both were for school, they don't appear here. And I made a lot of progress on the Atlantis RPG book, but that doesn't count here.
I'll make it up to you with the WIP teasers in here.
List of Fic
The Great Cookie Batter War (for Porn Battle) (SG1, NC-17) (Sam/Cam) [963 words]
Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson (co-written with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
abyssinia4077) (SG1/Doctor Who crossover/fusion, G) (Gen, Sam, Daniel) [2852 words]
Yeah, lot less prolific than I thought I'd be. Only two fics this year. This makes the next section A LOT easier.
Question and Answer
My Favorite Stories of the Year: Er, probably Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. It just was a lot of fun to write.
My Best Stories This Year: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson, again, just because it turned out as well as it did despite me going crazy with an extremely hard lab.
Stories most under-appreciated by the universe: *shrug* I dunno.
Stories I Wrote That I Never Thought I'd Write: The Great Cookie Batter War. I swore up and down for years I'd never write porn. I guess that makes me a liar.
Most Fun Stories: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. The concept (and the names!) was a lot of fun. I think it's totally now my destressor universe, the one I go into to poke around in if I need a break.
Sexiest Stories: The Great Cookie Batter War, duh. It's the only one that has sex in it. :)
Hardest Stories to Write: The Great Cookie Batter War. I had no idea what I was doing. It took a lot of handholding to do it, too. But hey, I managed it, and it doesn't suck too much. Er, no pun intended.
Easiest Stories to Write: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. Damn thing practically wrote itself.
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? Way, way less. I got hosed about April and it never really let up, not even in the summer.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Any writing risks? Try "I wrote porn for the first time in my life?" Does that count? :) And this isn't a risk, but one thing I realized is that I really honestly do love writing/creating crossovers, fusions, and AUs. Always have, but I finally realized that I never really outgrew it.
Do you have any goals for the New Year? Write more. I've got a pile of WIPs I'd like to chew through, but at this point, I've also got at least 2 tabletops to write, a LARP, and a thesis. I AM trying to graduate in the Spring, so that comes first.
WIP Teaser
I have a bunch, so here are bits from a sampling. Somewhat long, but hey, I skimped out the rest of the year. :P
Requiem (the tag to SGA s4's "Last Man"; SG-1, after)
It was spring when they asked him. They had just pinned the stars to his shoulders, and asked him to take this assignment, and Evan Lorne knew he needed to get to Washington right away. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and Evan had grown up in California and heard enough that the irony did not escape him.
Hailing a cab now was ridiculously easy with the uniform, but he now knew why General O'Neill had looked so worn down after his first year in that chair. They weighed down so much.
That's why he was here.
He walked past rows and rows of sleeping soldiers until he found her stone. It was small and out of the way. She had not died in a public war, in a well-known struggle for humanity. The coffin that had come back was empty. She had died alone, but not forgotten. Her stone was well-tended, evidence that he was not her only visitor. Not that he expected to be.
Evan knelt down, felt his knees pop as he did so. He ran caulloused fingers through his greying hair.
"Hello, Colonel."
In a Kingdom by the Sea (the complete and utter SGA AU, starting from "Rising": Sheppard's still a Captain, and Carter goes to Atlantis instead of McKay)
"Watch our backs." He nodded once, still pale from the screams, and she moved further down the hallway, crouching down, and then peeking over the ledge.
From Teyla's descriptions, two Wraith drones stood by as...was that a Queen?...had her hand pressed against the Colonel's chest. The Colonel was screaming again, and Sam could see him aging before her eyes, as the life was sucked out of him.
Sam was never more glad of having lived through seven years of Jack O'Neill's paranoia, and had instinctively grabbed the sniper rifle when going on an infiltration mission. She pulled it from her back and didn't hesitate. Sight. Aim. Trigger.
The Queen's head expoded in a shower of gore as the bullet tore through her skull.
Sam was already reaiming and before the drones could register what was happening, one of them dropped to the ground, a hole through his head. A third bullet took care of the last drone. She whirled around at the sound of gunfire down the hallway, but before she could even reach for her P90, Ford was coming down the hallway. "We had some company," he said.
Kings Among Runaways (the AU where Lantash survived "Summit"/"Last Stand" because Sam became his host. Set roughly 4 years later, in s9) [this is a bit of backstory]
The door slammed shut behind Colonel O'Neill as he stormed out of the room. Sam sat heavily on the bed and buried her face in her hands. "Well, that went well."
'I'm sorry.'
'It's not your fault, Lantash. It's mine. I knew the Colonel would have a problem with it when I agreed to host you.'
'Thus, saving my life.'
Sam shrugged. 'I couldn't let you die in that tunnel.' She sighed and leaned back against the cold contrete wall. While not technically in the brig, they were locked up in a room at the SGC that had bare walls, a bed, a chair, and a desk. The SF posted outside the door was also a clue that they weren't exactly free to wander around the base.
'For which I am eternally grateful, as you can imagine' Lantash sighed. 'At least this should only be temporary.'
'Wanting to get out of my head already?'
'No, no! I didn't mean it that way!' He sounded so alarmed, Sam couldn't help but laugh.
'Sorry, I couldn't help but tease you a bit.'
'It's fine,' he grumbled good-naturedly. 'I just meant that the Tok'ra will probably contact your people again soon, and I can go back to them.'
'I wouldn’t bet on it. No offense, but your High Council hasn’t exactly been known to come knocking all the time.’
Lantash was quiet. She was afraid she’d offended him anyway and was about to take it back when he spoke. ‘No, you’re right. The High Council has...issues.' He chuckled wryly. 'For one, they don't really entirely grasp the concept of "allies".'
'So I guess we're going to get used to each other for awhile, aren't we?'
'Is that so bad?'
Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance (the Iron Man (movie)/Stargate fusion. The one in which the part of Tony Stark is played by Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson is Pepper Potts, and Cam Mitchell is James Rhodes. Also known as the Crack!Fic That Would Not Die)
Daniel sighed and looked at her pointedly. "I have things I need you to do before I send you halfway around the world. And I'm not sending you covered in engine grease."
Sam grumbled and grabbed a rag to start wiping her hands. "Yes, Mom."
Long immune, Daniel continued. "That art dealer called. He says he's got another buyer on the line for those red-figure Greek pottery. Did you want it?"
"That's the one who's liquidating his private collection instead of donating it to a museum, right? What's your opinion?"
He shrugged. "I wish it was going into a museum. I don't know how much study's been done on that particular piece, since its been in a private collection since excavation."
Sam looked up, and considered for a moment. "It's your birthday in a few months, right?"
Daniel blinked at the apparent non sequitor. "Yes."
She tossed the rag on the table behind her and stood up. "Buy it. Happy birthday. Next question?"
A little stunned, he made a note on the comptuer. "Um, MIT's commencement..."
"...is in June. Why are they asking now?"
"Looks like the committee is rather on the ball this year."
"God save us from engineers taking initative." Daniel stared at her. "YES, I am aware of the hypocracy in that statement, next?"
"That wasn't actually an answer."
She sighed. "Tell them I'll think about it. Is there anything else?"
He handed her a cup of espresso that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. Sam had long ago stopped trying to figure out how he did that. "Go take a shower, I'll have your clothes loaded and the car ready for you in 10 mintues so you reach the airport before Cameron develops an ulcer."
"What would I do without you?"
"I shudder to think about it."
[Untitled Doom!Fic] (the AU from "Reckoning", where Fate took a sharp left turn straight to hell. Being co-written withabyssinia4077.
Instead he sits down next to her and leans against the tree. Closes his eyes against the sun and thunks his head against the trunk behind him. "How much did you get?"
Sam doesn't look up from the laptop. "Few months worth."
He lets out a breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. Daniel knows better than to ask if its enough. It's not. It'll never be enough. (They're sharing a bed with Mephistopheles, and he's scared she's just signed her name in blood.) But it's the best they can do for right now.
He shifts and puts his hand on her wrist. Her fingers still from their typing, and he opens his eyes to look at her. His fingers slide underneath her palm and entwine with hers. She's still for a moment before she turns to him. Daniel reaches up with his free hand and runs his thumb across the cut on her cheek.
She winces a little as the scabbing peels off and a little blood leaks out. Daniel stares at it, tiny smear of red across his fingers. Although she's half-soaked in it, this blood is hers, and the ghost of metal is chased from his mind just for a moment.
He doesn't waste it.
He pulls her into his lap, computer forgotten for the moment on the ground, and clings to her like a lifeline. He can feel Sam trembling slightly in his arms as she buries her face into his shoulder.
She's not crying (he doesn't know if any of them can ever cry again), but Daniel can feel every measured breath against his neck, and it's keeping the demons away. She needs this as much as he does, and it's all he can hope for that he can chase her demons away, just for a little while.
Years Previous
Year in Review 2008
I'll make it up to you with the WIP teasers in here.
List of Fic
The Great Cookie Batter War (for Porn Battle) (SG1, NC-17) (Sam/Cam) [963 words]
Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson (co-written with
abyssinia4077) (SG1/Doctor Who crossover/fusion, G) (Gen, Sam, Daniel) [2852 words]Yeah, lot less prolific than I thought I'd be. Only two fics this year. This makes the next section A LOT easier.
Question and Answer
My Favorite Stories of the Year: Er, probably Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. It just was a lot of fun to write.
My Best Stories This Year: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson, again, just because it turned out as well as it did despite me going crazy with an extremely hard lab.
Stories most under-appreciated by the universe: *shrug* I dunno.
Stories I Wrote That I Never Thought I'd Write: The Great Cookie Batter War. I swore up and down for years I'd never write porn. I guess that makes me a liar.
Most Fun Stories: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. The concept (and the names!) was a lot of fun. I think it's totally now my destressor universe, the one I go into to poke around in if I need a break.
Sexiest Stories: The Great Cookie Batter War, duh. It's the only one that has sex in it. :)
Hardest Stories to Write: The Great Cookie Batter War. I had no idea what I was doing. It took a lot of handholding to do it, too. But hey, I managed it, and it doesn't suck too much. Er, no pun intended.
Easiest Stories to Write: Welcome to the Universe, Doctor Jackson. Damn thing practically wrote itself.
Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? Way, way less. I got hosed about April and it never really let up, not even in the summer.
Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them? Any writing risks? Try "I wrote porn for the first time in my life?" Does that count? :) And this isn't a risk, but one thing I realized is that I really honestly do love writing/creating crossovers, fusions, and AUs. Always have, but I finally realized that I never really outgrew it.
Do you have any goals for the New Year? Write more. I've got a pile of WIPs I'd like to chew through, but at this point, I've also got at least 2 tabletops to write, a LARP, and a thesis. I AM trying to graduate in the Spring, so that comes first.
WIP Teaser
I have a bunch, so here are bits from a sampling. Somewhat long, but hey, I skimped out the rest of the year. :P
Requiem (the tag to SGA s4's "Last Man"; SG-1, after)
It was spring when they asked him. They had just pinned the stars to his shoulders, and asked him to take this assignment, and Evan Lorne knew he needed to get to Washington right away. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and Evan had grown up in California and heard enough that the irony did not escape him.
Hailing a cab now was ridiculously easy with the uniform, but he now knew why General O'Neill had looked so worn down after his first year in that chair. They weighed down so much.
That's why he was here.
He walked past rows and rows of sleeping soldiers until he found her stone. It was small and out of the way. She had not died in a public war, in a well-known struggle for humanity. The coffin that had come back was empty. She had died alone, but not forgotten. Her stone was well-tended, evidence that he was not her only visitor. Not that he expected to be.
Evan knelt down, felt his knees pop as he did so. He ran caulloused fingers through his greying hair.
"Hello, Colonel."
In a Kingdom by the Sea (the complete and utter SGA AU, starting from "Rising": Sheppard's still a Captain, and Carter goes to Atlantis instead of McKay)
"Watch our backs." He nodded once, still pale from the screams, and she moved further down the hallway, crouching down, and then peeking over the ledge.
From Teyla's descriptions, two Wraith drones stood by as...was that a Queen?...had her hand pressed against the Colonel's chest. The Colonel was screaming again, and Sam could see him aging before her eyes, as the life was sucked out of him.
Sam was never more glad of having lived through seven years of Jack O'Neill's paranoia, and had instinctively grabbed the sniper rifle when going on an infiltration mission. She pulled it from her back and didn't hesitate. Sight. Aim. Trigger.
The Queen's head expoded in a shower of gore as the bullet tore through her skull.
Sam was already reaiming and before the drones could register what was happening, one of them dropped to the ground, a hole through his head. A third bullet took care of the last drone. She whirled around at the sound of gunfire down the hallway, but before she could even reach for her P90, Ford was coming down the hallway. "We had some company," he said.
Kings Among Runaways (the AU where Lantash survived "Summit"/"Last Stand" because Sam became his host. Set roughly 4 years later, in s9) [this is a bit of backstory]
The door slammed shut behind Colonel O'Neill as he stormed out of the room. Sam sat heavily on the bed and buried her face in her hands. "Well, that went well."
'I'm sorry.'
'It's not your fault, Lantash. It's mine. I knew the Colonel would have a problem with it when I agreed to host you.'
'Thus, saving my life.'
Sam shrugged. 'I couldn't let you die in that tunnel.' She sighed and leaned back against the cold contrete wall. While not technically in the brig, they were locked up in a room at the SGC that had bare walls, a bed, a chair, and a desk. The SF posted outside the door was also a clue that they weren't exactly free to wander around the base.
'For which I am eternally grateful, as you can imagine' Lantash sighed. 'At least this should only be temporary.'
'Wanting to get out of my head already?'
'No, no! I didn't mean it that way!' He sounded so alarmed, Sam couldn't help but laugh.
'Sorry, I couldn't help but tease you a bit.'
'It's fine,' he grumbled good-naturedly. 'I just meant that the Tok'ra will probably contact your people again soon, and I can go back to them.'
'I wouldn’t bet on it. No offense, but your High Council hasn’t exactly been known to come knocking all the time.’
Lantash was quiet. She was afraid she’d offended him anyway and was about to take it back when he spoke. ‘No, you’re right. The High Council has...issues.' He chuckled wryly. 'For one, they don't really entirely grasp the concept of "allies".'
'So I guess we're going to get used to each other for awhile, aren't we?'
'Is that so bad?'
Life Beyond the Minimum Safe Distance (the Iron Man (movie)/Stargate fusion. The one in which the part of Tony Stark is played by Sam Carter, Daniel Jackson is Pepper Potts, and Cam Mitchell is James Rhodes. Also known as the Crack!Fic That Would Not Die)
Daniel sighed and looked at her pointedly. "I have things I need you to do before I send you halfway around the world. And I'm not sending you covered in engine grease."
Sam grumbled and grabbed a rag to start wiping her hands. "Yes, Mom."
Long immune, Daniel continued. "That art dealer called. He says he's got another buyer on the line for those red-figure Greek pottery. Did you want it?"
"That's the one who's liquidating his private collection instead of donating it to a museum, right? What's your opinion?"
He shrugged. "I wish it was going into a museum. I don't know how much study's been done on that particular piece, since its been in a private collection since excavation."
Sam looked up, and considered for a moment. "It's your birthday in a few months, right?"
Daniel blinked at the apparent non sequitor. "Yes."
She tossed the rag on the table behind her and stood up. "Buy it. Happy birthday. Next question?"
A little stunned, he made a note on the comptuer. "Um, MIT's commencement..."
"...is in June. Why are they asking now?"
"Looks like the committee is rather on the ball this year."
"God save us from engineers taking initative." Daniel stared at her. "YES, I am aware of the hypocracy in that statement, next?"
"That wasn't actually an answer."
She sighed. "Tell them I'll think about it. Is there anything else?"
He handed her a cup of espresso that seemingly materialized out of nowhere. Sam had long ago stopped trying to figure out how he did that. "Go take a shower, I'll have your clothes loaded and the car ready for you in 10 mintues so you reach the airport before Cameron develops an ulcer."
"What would I do without you?"
"I shudder to think about it."
[Untitled Doom!Fic] (the AU from "Reckoning", where Fate took a sharp left turn straight to hell. Being co-written with
abyssinia4077.Instead he sits down next to her and leans against the tree. Closes his eyes against the sun and thunks his head against the trunk behind him. "How much did you get?"
Sam doesn't look up from the laptop. "Few months worth."
He lets out a breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. Daniel knows better than to ask if its enough. It's not. It'll never be enough. (They're sharing a bed with Mephistopheles, and he's scared she's just signed her name in blood.) But it's the best they can do for right now.
He shifts and puts his hand on her wrist. Her fingers still from their typing, and he opens his eyes to look at her. His fingers slide underneath her palm and entwine with hers. She's still for a moment before she turns to him. Daniel reaches up with his free hand and runs his thumb across the cut on her cheek.
She winces a little as the scabbing peels off and a little blood leaks out. Daniel stares at it, tiny smear of red across his fingers. Although she's half-soaked in it, this blood is hers, and the ghost of metal is chased from his mind just for a moment.
He doesn't waste it.
He pulls her into his lap, computer forgotten for the moment on the ground, and clings to her like a lifeline. He can feel Sam trembling slightly in his arms as she buries her face into his shoulder.
She's not crying (he doesn't know if any of them can ever cry again), but Daniel can feel every measured breath against his neck, and it's keeping the demons away. She needs this as much as he does, and it's all he can hope for that he can chase her demons away, just for a little while.
Years Previous
Year in Review 2008
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