fic snippets
Nov. 16th, 2003 09:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wisdomeagleI wrote 300 words of my scary paper! Go me.... not.
Must work.. .must work... must work... must work.... fuck.
So instead of working, I'm going to type the little fic snippets I wrote in tutoring.
Moriarty came to him for the third time while Watson was on his rounds. Holmes was bored, damnably bored. Moriarty dangled adventure in front of him, and as his eyes darted from the cocaine bottle to the wiry, reptilian face in front of him, smirking as if he'd already won, he was tempted to consent. Dangerous business, having one's archenemy in one's quarters. Watson would be appalled; then again, Watson wouldn't realize the danger.
Daniel slid into the briefing room half an hour late and found it abandoned. That was worrisome. He climbed the stairs slowly, noted that he hadn't passed any SFs, and opened the door to his office. It was unlocked, as always. It was cold, and a thin layer of dust covered every surface. He breathed a little heavily. Abandoned. The whole base was abandoned. Daniel shook his head slowly. Not possible.
Janet slicked her hair back. Another day, another memory, another friend who was never coming back, another night without her team sitting in the infirmary, another night they hadn't invited her to play with them, another night of checking medical charts. She sighed again. Maybe if she asked them. Maybe if she told them to cut it out, they'd bribe her with nights out. She felt very old. She'd dyed her hair for the first time last weekend, and no one had noticed except Cassandra, who'd mouthed off and claimed it looked unnatural.
Bridewealth
Maybourne was making a gamble, Jack decided. So was he. The hunger would have been bearable, but it wasn't about hunger. It was about making an alliance. "I'm not trusting you, Harry."
"That's touching. I'm not trusting you either."
They spent their first whole night together negotiating who got to top and finally jerked each other off with handguns by their sides, safeties open.
I need Thanksgiving very badly.
ETA 2004-02-14 to add a subject line
Must work.. .must work... must work... must work.... fuck.
So instead of working, I'm going to type the little fic snippets I wrote in tutoring.
Moriarty came to him for the third time while Watson was on his rounds. Holmes was bored, damnably bored. Moriarty dangled adventure in front of him, and as his eyes darted from the cocaine bottle to the wiry, reptilian face in front of him, smirking as if he'd already won, he was tempted to consent. Dangerous business, having one's archenemy in one's quarters. Watson would be appalled; then again, Watson wouldn't realize the danger.
Daniel slid into the briefing room half an hour late and found it abandoned. That was worrisome. He climbed the stairs slowly, noted that he hadn't passed any SFs, and opened the door to his office. It was unlocked, as always. It was cold, and a thin layer of dust covered every surface. He breathed a little heavily. Abandoned. The whole base was abandoned. Daniel shook his head slowly. Not possible.
Janet slicked her hair back. Another day, another memory, another friend who was never coming back, another night without her team sitting in the infirmary, another night they hadn't invited her to play with them, another night of checking medical charts. She sighed again. Maybe if she asked them. Maybe if she told them to cut it out, they'd bribe her with nights out. She felt very old. She'd dyed her hair for the first time last weekend, and no one had noticed except Cassandra, who'd mouthed off and claimed it looked unnatural.
Bridewealth
Maybourne was making a gamble, Jack decided. So was he. The hunger would have been bearable, but it wasn't about hunger. It was about making an alliance. "I'm not trusting you, Harry."
"That's touching. I'm not trusting you either."
They spent their first whole night together negotiating who got to top and finally jerked each other off with handguns by their sides, safeties open.
I need Thanksgiving very badly.
ETA 2004-02-14 to add a subject line
*guh* *passes out*
Date: 2003-11-16 06:28 pm (UTC)You *NEED* to write more of the Janet piece.
And you BETTER write more of the Jack/Maybourne. Because I'm only into that because of you. Well, that and next to J/D they're my OTP. Well, and Jack/Jacob Carter.
- Meg
here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 06:46 pm (UTC)My list of OTPs is... very, very long.
But yes. Will write more. Really, promise, if I can ever scrounge together the energy to write.
Re: here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 09:15 pm (UTC)*figures out that the spaces between indicate moving from one snippit to another, and no, Ari is not writing wierd gratuitious crossover fic*
*reads*
*goes into state of shock*
Must...read...more...........
*encourages Muse*
*hugs Ari*
Re: here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 09:19 pm (UTC)Muse: *goes into similar state of shock at being encouraged*
*hugs roommate*
Glad you like. :)
Again. Will write more when am not in state of writing paralysis.
Re: here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 09:46 pm (UTC)Oh, Gvambat encourages Muse often! *nods*
:p
*hugs roommate*
:D
*nods* *comprehends*
Re: here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 11:02 pm (UTC)Re: here's to fic fragments
Date: 2003-11-16 11:25 pm (UTC)