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So a couple months back I had a plotbunny, [personal profile] shaenie (being an awful enabler a wonderful and supportive friend) encouraged me to write it, and I posted it to [community profile] queerlygen  during 3W4DW. And then, a couple of hours ago, [personal profile] shaenie also reminded me I hadn't actually posted it here yet.

Some days, it's really useful to have friends willing to function as external memory devices. Thanks, J!


Title: I Lie, I Cheat, I Steal (and I Just Don't Get Any Respect)
Universe: White Collar/Leverage crossover.
Type of Work: fiction.
Contains: mild swearing, minor references to various pairings.
Summary: "All right," Nate says, and smacks his hands together. "Let's go steal a con artist."
Notes: ~7,000 words. Big thanks to [personal profile] shaenie  for convincing me to write this and general cheerleading, and to [personal profile] anatsuno , [personal profile] kate , and [personal profile] celli  for being stellar betas. [personal profile] celli  gets an extra star for coming up with the title, which, yes, is a quote from The A-Team.


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Some time last summer, [personal profile] shaenie and I hit a point where we started writing nearly anything we could think of, just to get ourselves writing again. One of the sandboxes we jumped into was Star Trek XI/Reboot, where [personal profile] shaenie came up with the ingredients for a fairly epic bodyswap fic, half from Kirk's POV, half from Uhura's. We both got sucked into other projects in the interim, so the early scenes have been sitting untouched in googledocs for the last few months. I felt the urge to post one of them here, for my entertainment and hopefully yours, and she gave me the go-ahead. We may or may not finish it eventually -- it's built on some damn cool scaffolding, but boy howdy would it be long -- but it's us, so who knows.


(Totally arbitrary) title: First Impressions; or, You: 1; This Guy: 0. [excerpt]
Details: STXI/Reboot/whatever we're calling it, Nyota-POV. Contains references to Spock/Uhura but is basically gen for this scene. ~4,300 words.
Summary: Nyota at bat.
Notes: are spoilery for the set-up of the story, though not for the plot, so I'll put them behind the cut. )


Nyota kicks one leg over to rest on the other knee and beams at the viewscreen. She's starting to see why Jim likes this part so much. 'Aw, that's so sweet of you,' she says. 'And here nobody'd called me great since last night.' )
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So the lovely Kate has been doing a solstice calendar of treats for everyone, and tonight several people pitched in stories (SGA, SG-1, and STXI so far). Go read them all, they're pretty delightful. I've contributed a short post-series Ronon POV ensemble fic, in which Teyla goes on a winter holiday binge and drags everyone else along with her.

On which note: thanks, guys, for the snowflake cookies! I was delighted and ate some non-virtual treats to honor the intention behind the virtual ones.
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Title: i have been in arkansas
Details: SPN, gen, ~2,900 words. Dean and Castiel both owe the swear jar quarters, but there are no other warnings. Sort of a coda to 5x08, "Changing Channels."
Summary: I am an airplane tumbling wing over wing/ Tried to listen to my instruments/ They don't say anything. -- The Mountain Goats, "Matthew 25:21."
Notes: Thanks very much to [personal profile] aesc and [personal profile] tropes for being helpful and honest betas; they are fully indemnified from all of my limitations and mistakes. And thanks as always to [personal profile] shaenie, for being my cheerleader even in fandoms where she's got no clue what's going on. Feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome, particularly on this, as it's my first real stab at writing SPN and I'm still trying to get oriented.


Dean wakes to the sounds of a semi shuddering past in the night, headlights panning over their motel room. )
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I've finally gotten fed up with this whole "not writing" thing: it's not that I can't, just that I haven't felt motivated to do it. Since apathy is generally a really unproductive mood in which to resume work on a longer project, I've decided that I'm better off writing random ficlets just for the hell out it. Expect a hodgepodge of lengths, fandoms, and intervals in between them -- I'm basically putting no parameters on these. (Also, FYI, they'll all be unbetaed.)

First up: Harry Potter, of all things, inspired by rewatching HBP with my mom and starting to reread DH. Set during the First War.

Lily, 1980. Nine times clockwise with the glass rod, seven heartbeats, and two counter-clockwise strokes with the wooden spoon.  )
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All right, I'm getting everything up and running here in the New Era of the Fannish Internet, where DW is where it's at and Imeem is long deceased.

Housekeeping Item #1: Thank you to the four (four! I'm both grateful and mortified, guys) people who emailed me to let me know that the McShep Awards had put out an APB on me because they needed a working link to a vid that was nominated. My SGA S4 John/Rodney vid "The Delicate Place" can now be found at Vimeo, and I've updated the original post with the new link.


Housekeeping Item #2: So, at some point last year, [personal profile] shaenie  and I gave into our math geekiness, love of cowriting, and slightly compulsive tendencies and decided that we really should write five sets of Five Things fics in response to sga_flashfic challenges. The sets weren't linear -- each stands fully independent of the others. As it turns out, we're not immune to the derailing effects of Real Life, so the 25 Things series is only 4/5ths complete. I'd originally held off on posting the links to my own journal with the intention of collecting them in one post when the series was complete, but it's been nearly a year since set #4 went up, and I don't want to lose the links entirely. (If some of you nice folks hadn't tagged them on delicious, I'd be up the creek as it is.) Will we ever finish the last set? She and I haven't really talked about them since we got derailed, but those of you who know us know that we're sometimes suckers for fannish peer pressure, so if there's interest, it may happen.

At any rate, here are the links for the first 80% of the 25 Things, all cowritten by the lovely [personal profile] shaenie .

I. Five ancient gadgets on Atlantis Rodney would absolutely piss himself with glee if he found.
Summary: Because some mental tangents absolutely not related to how good the ass of a certain senior staff member looked in their BDUs today don't actually need to be recorded for posterity.
Details: ~1,000+ words. Gen-ish.
Warnings: Swearing, spoilers through S4.
Notes: Installments 1-5. For full disclosure, I'll note that her original note blames me.

II: Five medical issues Jennifer Keller is really, really sick of treating.
Summary: Some days it boggles the mind that this expedition consists of humanity's "best and brightest."
Details: Keller, various others, PG-13 for mild sexual content (but basically gen). ~1,100 words, spoilers for S4.
Notes: Installments 6-10.

III: Five people who the press won't care about when the Stargate Program goes public (and the reasons why the Atlantis expedition wouldn't have made it without them).
Summary: A thumb drive, a tally sheet, a single stripe, a NMR spectrometer, and a mediocre GPA; these are the things that save Atlantis.
Details: Gen, ~1,700 words, very vague spoilers through S4.
Notes: Installments 11-15.

IV. Five kisses that haven't happened yet.
Summary:
At least 100% of your RDA of makeouts. With salt.
Details: ~7,400 words, some sexual content. Various pairings.
Warnings: Fluctuates wildly along the angst--schmoop spectrum. Spoilers for S5.
Notes: Installments 16-20. Major thanks to
[info]thingswithwings for quite rightfully kicking our asses in beta, and to [info]celli for last minute "omg does this make any sense" duty.
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You all remember that thing that happened a couple of weeks ago, when [livejournal.com profile] tropes and I stayed on the phone too late? No? Good, because it's really only going downhill from there.


[livejournal.com profile] tropes: I think that John should become mesmerized by Rodney's heart-shaped ass or something. Let's just pull out every cliche.
[livejournal.com profile] fiercelydreamed: You realize I'm typing this verbatim.

After John has a couple of Marines escort Rodney off the premises -- waving at him with that bullshit little smirk, of course -- he turns to the staff sergeant on duty and says, "Who the hell was that guy?" The staff sergeant limply hands over the business card Rodney had slapped down half an hour earlier, and John takes it with him four levels down and back to his office, where instead of attending to his customary duties -- aka making little whooshing noises as he fake-dogfights his mini F-15 and throwing darts at a picture of General O'Neill's head -- he Googles the guy. The website is nondescript. The testimonials are amazing.

Meanwhile, back at his condo and sulking in his utter, utter defeat, Rodney remembers that bullshit little smirk and starts Googling.  )
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So [livejournal.com profile] tropes and I are the phone for reasons that don't bear explaining, and we're suddenly plotting an AU in which Rodney McKay is a professional break-up artist. You know, for those times when it's agony trying to craft the perfect "it's not you, it's me" or "I really valued our time together, but I think it's time we go our separate ways" or "I've filed a restraining order and I want my shit back, you skeezy asshole" -- it's times like those that you really wish you could just contract the whole thing out to a professional. He ghostwrites your break-up email, closes your joint accounts, files the legal paperwork, whatever it takes. And your ex never knows it wasn't you.

So Simon Wallace hires Rodney to break up with Elizabeth Weir, because he doesn't want to eat Athosian food: "It does not sound fan-tastic." This, of course, is not the reason Rodney gives. (Rule #12: the more spurious-sounding the explanation, however truthful, the more back-and-forth correspondence will be required. Clients don't like it when you go over-budget.) So Rodney sends her an elegant break-up letter, firm but oozing integrity, in Simon's impeccably forged left-handed script. And Elizabeth almost buys it, but buried in the middle of paragraph thirteen is a small but decidedly paranthetical joke. And if there's one thing Simon never had, it was a sense of humor.

She goes digging through Simon's personal accounts -- because one of the perks of working for the SGC is you can get an order to hack anything -- and finds a sizeable payment made to Forensic Services, LLC. One emailed work order to the SGC IT department gets her the sole proprieter's name -- Meredith Rodney Ingram McKay, Canadian citizen, Colorado DL 801792635 -- and the address of his business/residence.

It's a slow afternoon. She goes by in person.

The next morning, Elizabeth takes a personal day -- her staff know better than to ever ask -- but at 9 am sharp there's a really pissed-off Canadian guy yelling at the staff sergeant on door duty that he wants to see Dr. Weir right now, no he will not wait, yes he knows this is a secure facility -- though secure is a relative term, those keycard readers are woefully inadequate -- but she should have thought about that before she came to his home. It was a business transaction, that was all: just because she is incapable of separating her personal and professional lives doesn't mean that everyone else suffers from the stunting of emotional intelligence--

The staff sergeant, in a blind panic, dials the first number he can think of, because he remembers John Sheppard bought him a beer that one time and besides, everyone says the guy has the emotional range of drywall. Having no idea what to say and next to no chance of being audible over Rodney's voluminous protestations, the sergeant waits desperately for the click of John picking up and then wordlessly hits "speaker."

[livejournal.com profile] tropes: "Oh my god. This is the greatest thing ever written."

John spends about two and a half minutes listening to Rodney, hears the staff sergeant trying to placate him in half-sentences, figures out where they are and decides to amble upward to see what's going on. This takes a few minutes.

[livejournal.com profile] fiercelydreamed: "Then what?"
[livejournal.com profile] tropes: "Well, it's love at first sight, of course."


***


This concludes our first exciting installment of The Break-Up Artist. Because some things are better in summary than they are in real life. Tune in irregularly as our feature possibly continues. Or not. Whatever.
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Wow, this writing stuff sure gets harder when you, like, don't do it for two solid months. Wacky!

#9, for U., who asked for John Sheppard, judge or Teyla Emmagan, awkward. SGA, Sam/Teyla, implied John/Rodney, also close-but-no-cigar on being safe for work. Set after the finale but almost entirely unspoilery; also unbetaed and prone to liberally ignoring chunks of canon.

Sam's hips hit the big steel prep table, the impact sending a couple of kitchen utensils clattering to the floor, and Teyla fisted her hand harder in the back of Sam's hair and bit hard at Sam's mouth. )
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#8, for T., who said, If you feel like writing John/Rodney, with restraints and misunderstandings, I'm pretty sure I'd enjoy that :) SGA, McKay/Sheppard, remarkably close to being safe for work but not quite. Also, I feel like this is a good time to remind those of you at home that these are very, very unbetaed, and that the promptees should not be held liable for any of this.

It's after midnight before John heads back to his quarters, leaving the Marines to handle the rest of the mopping up. )
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Jeez, it's been a month since I posted the last one? That's embarrassing.

#7, for B., who said, Could I have a timestamp for sing this song (and I ain't gonna sing no more)? Um... I love the way "later" becomes a refrain of promise in the last section. So... just later, or two weeks later, if you need a more specific prompt. SGA, McKay/Sheppard, adult.

Read more... )
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#5. For K., who said, I think what I'd like most in the world is some small snippet from college life with John, Rodney, and Carson as roommates, from Unidentified-verse. SGA AU, takes place two years after the first flashback in Unidentified. As mentioned in the DVD commentary, the original draft of Jeannie and John's phone conversation referred to this incident.


[1994. November.] 'Well, it'll do what you want it to do,' Carson says as he rounds the corner into Rodney's lab, 'but I'm not sure you've got the chemical composition quite right.' )
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Okay, so that was a longer gap there then I meant it to be, but my time was filled up with awesome people being hilarious and distracting, so I really can't manage to feel that bad. Hopefully you all won't hold it against me.

#4. This is for M., who requested Coda, after the end of the concert, please. SGA AU, probably makes little sense if you haven't read Unidentified and Coda.

2009. March. When it comes to some things, John's always been content to improvise. )
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#3. This one is for V., who said, If you would write me a little teensy bit of Rodney back-story from before the event that precipitates 'Unidentified' I will be your slave ever so pleased and happy. (Especially if there is sex.) SGA AU, adult, probably makes little sense if you haven't read Unidentified. Expands on a very vague hint dropped in the conversation in the kitchen in Canon for Two Instruments.


2005. October. The one time it happens, it's entirely unintentional. )
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The first of the so-called oh man I fail at short drabbles I owe various people for various things. I'm writing them in no particular order, but there's a decent chance that add-ons to particular stories will end up being written in clusters. These will all be posted unbetaed, so read at your own risk.

#1. For A., who said, Oh, man, I would love a little more "Always Sleep With My Guns," like what happens (sex!) when they are finally safe. SGA, McKay/Sheppard, adult, makes little sense without the original story.

John calls Teyla from the car and then spends more than an hour criss-crossing the DC area, while Rodney scans the roads around them and tries to keep his post-crisis panic attack discreet. )
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Title: sing this song (and i ain't gonna sing no more)
Summary: John tried to look annoyed as he added, "I can do this." / Pressing his lips together, Rodney fixed John with a narrow stare. "You're the last person in the galaxy who should do this." Written as a companion to [livejournal.com profile] aesc's artwork Hard Time Killing Floor and titled after the same Skip James song.
Details: SGA, McKay/Sheppard, ~4,500 words, adult. Extremely veiled spoilers for S4.
Notes: After receiving two really breathtaking pieces of art from [livejournal.com profile] aesc, I feel like I'm finally managing to return the favor. Huge thanks to [livejournal.com profile] shaenie, [livejournal.com profile] thingswithwings, and [livejournal.com profile] anatsuno for a rigorous beta, and to [livejournal.com profile] cindyjade and [livejournal.com profile] tropes for cheerleading. I should also mention that [livejournal.com profile] shaenie instigated me to do this, and that she and [livejournal.com profile] cindyjade think I should warn you that two out of two cows cried during the making of this story.


The tiered steps of the Balcain senate held more than fifteen thousand people, but as John sat with Teyla and Ronon in the supplicant's box and watched Rodney walk out across the vast, empty floor, the crowd was so silent that he could hear his own heartbeat as clearly as Rodney's footsteps. )
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Title: Always Sleep With My Guns
Summary: Bodyguard-fic. That pretty much covers it.
Details: SGA AU, John/Rodney, ~2,300 words, rated M for makeouts.
Notes: The last of my Sweet Charity fics, for the completely delightful [livejournal.com profile] celli, a long-time friend and 50% of my first-ever fangirl meet-up. This is a day late, to my shame, but I'm hoping that it's enjoyable enough to compensate for my tardiness? It ended up being a massive blast to write, so thank you for the wonderful prompt. Big thanks also to [livejournal.com profile] shaenie and [livejournal.com profile] thingswithwings for speed-betaing, mocking my typos, and untangling a couple of deeply tortured sentences. Title from Shivaree's "Goodnight Moon."


John grunts as his heel slips half an inch and the knife nearly kisses skin before he forces it back to a momentary stalemate. He's always known he was going to die on the job, and he's going to be goddamn pissed if his protectee doesn't take every second John is buying him to haul ass for the nearest high-security government facility as fast as is humanly possible. )
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Title: Battle Potato
Summary: The thing was, John had never been good at patient, and Teyla looked like okay was a couple galaxies over from wherever she was now.
Details: SGA, team, ~7,300 words, not explicit.
Notes: Spoilers through S4 but nothing S5 (as this was started long before the premiere got leaked). This is for the wonderful and generous [livejournal.com profile] utterfrivolity, who obtained my services in the Sweet Charity auction and then gave me a great, open-ended prompt that I was determined to take in any direction but the obvious one. I so sincerely hope she likes it. Big thanks to [livejournal.com profile] shaenie for betaing, and to [livejournal.com profile] thingswithwings, [livejournal.com profile] tropes, and [livejournal.com profile] cindyjade for encouragement along the way.


By the end of the first week, John felt ready to climb out of his skin. )

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