Fic week

[kellifer]

My birthday week in June will be Fic Week for me, much like Shark Week but with less Sharks.

I'm aiming to post four fics starting June 14th but I need your help to get my priorities straightened out because I keep opening my WIP file and then just staring at it in horror. I've been rendered frozen with indecision.

You can help me choose what WIP I will be finishing for Fic Week by completing this handy-dandy poll. To help you choose, there are a number of excerpts and details below the poll.

[Poll #1562870]



1. "i cannot rest from travel" SPN, Sam/Dean, Curtain-hunter-school-future-fic.

Chances of actually finishing by June 1: Excellent. This is actually finished - just needs a clean-up. This will also be dedicated to the birth of girlguidejones so the chances are good I'm going to post this regardless.

They decided what they were going to do with the rest of their lives on a Wednesday morning over ham and eggs.

"I don't really want to... y'know. Stop," Dean said, cutting his ham into perfect squares and then piling them up on his fork. He'd always eaten any kind of processed meat that way. Never really knew why, didn't know where he picked up the habit but Sam's mouth quirked just the tiniest bit to see him do it and maybe that was enough to continue.

Maybe that had always been enough.

2. Untitled Pretender!Dean fic. Sam/Dean (don't know they're brothers yarr - might not actually BE brothers - double yarr!). Warning: Everything I know about The Pretender I learned from Wikipedia.

Chances of actually finishing by June 1: Good. Mostly because I'm actually quite enthusiastic about this even if all resemblance to actual Pretender canon will be completely accidental.

"You love me, don't try to deny," Leyland says and Dean would have something to say to that if he didn't always feel a little sorry for Leyland. Dean knew it was hard on the guy, sending agents out to do work he'd carefully put together when he himself had washed out of training. Dean didn't know the exact details but while Leyland had had the brain capacity for the job, he hadn't had that certain something that let him actually get out in the field. The Agency was very particular about its field agents and Leyland was doomed to drive a desk until he retired.

Dean cut him some slack, but only up to a point. "What am I looking at?" he asked again because while the photos were of the usual grisley scenes, there was no cohesion. He was used to tracking down serial offenders and there was always a pattern he could discern but this...

This was so disjointed Dean didn't see how it could be the work of the same guy.

"We think it's a gang of some kind," Leyland finally elaborates with a sigh. "Most likely white-bread, middle class, survivalist nut jobs who have gone to the dark side."

3. Currently untitled j2 College AU (I'm thinking this needs to be called something out of a Lady Gaga song) - where the college is actually for MAGIC... oooooeeeooooo.

Chances of actually finishing by June 1 - Good. This is half-done. It started life as a regular college AU that was based on the movie Loser but I don't know enough about American college to even halfway decently bluff so what the hell!

"It's not that I don't like other people," Daneel was explaining when Christian asked probably for the hundredth time if she didn't have anyone else she could torture instead of them. "Or not have anything better to do, it's just that-"

"You're too creepy for the general population at large." Interestingly enough, Misha was the only person Jensen had ever met that wasn't scared of Daneel. She seemed to respect that about him.

"Most people think I raise the dead to use as my unholy puppets."

"You don't?" Christian asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Oh my Guardian, I did that once at a party. Am I never going to live that down?" Daneel grumbled, pinching Jensen's little toe between her fingers and bending it to an angle that suited painting even if it didn't suit Jensen's pain threshold. "I catch hell for any raising I do outside of class. It isn't worth the grief."

4. "The Not So Good Son" - SPN Gen - John raised the boys in a small town instead of on the road.

Chances of finishing by June 1 - Medium. Again, halfway through but I've actually stolen pieces of this for another story so may have to rewrite a whole section. PLUS - I just thought of a new twist so might actually have to rewrite a WHOLE LOT.

“You’re way too predictable, man,” Sam says, sliding onto the stool next to Dean. He’s wearing his uniform, badge almost too shiny in the dim confines of the bar and his silly hair is slicked back from his forehead, showing the red indentation left by his hat. Dean taps his glass and Stephen swaps the juice out for a coke.

Dean’s moved onto the hard stuff.

“Y’know, you’re just like Dad.”

Dean turns enough to blink at Sam, because of the two of them, he would’ve pegged Sam as filling those particular shoes. “Come again?”

“You’re all about the self-flagellation,” Sam says, rubbing his hands together briefly. He’s come in from the snow and there’s a faint dusting of it on his shoulders and he’s not wearing gloves, as usual.

Sammy, where are your gloves?

Lost ‘em.

How? I sewed them on the ends of your sleeves, goddamit

“Sam-”

“I’m just here to see if you’re coming in today,” Sam says, eyes sliding away. He’s still mad and Dean gets that, he really does. Dean feels like Sam was always mad at him for something but this last time was a keeper. Dean looks down at his own badge, pinned to his chest and dull like his surroundings, like how he feels deep down inside.

Dull.

5. Currently untitled Gilmore Girls/Supernatural fusion - Rory Gilmore/Dean Forrestor.

Chances of finishing this by June 1 - Slim but I REALLY want to because this is oxoniensis's overdue birthday present.

Her mother always chooses these out of the way Bed and Breakfasts run by women named Martha or Dorothy. No matter how bloodstained and battered they look, the women always coo and fuss over them, especially when Lorelai prods Rory in the ribs until she turns on the big blue eyed innocent routine.

Frankly, Rory's a little tired of cat motifs and quilts that have been handstitched and handed down for generations.

"Why can't we stay somewhere... tougher?" Rory asks, throwing a crocheted pillow at her mother's head.

"Just because we do what we do doesn't mean we should lose all social graces. Places like this keep us girly."

6. Currently untitled A Kept Boy 'verse - Justin Long/Jared Padalecki with side Jeff Morgan/Jensen Ackles.

Chances of getting this finished by June 1 - Good. A good deal of this is written.

Jared turns on Jeff and his sadness melts into a kind of defiant anger. "Did you actually go out and buy someone for me?" he demands.

"Goddamit!" Jeff barks automatically, silently cursing the seemingly inexhaustible slave gossip hotline.

"Did you?" Jared repeats. He's leaning forward, clenching his fists and not for the first time Jeff notices that Jared is actually taller and broader than him but it's still always a surprise. Like he did all his growing up when Jeff wasn't looking. Jared's always been good at appearing smaller than he actually is and when he chooses to loom it never fails to be a revelation.

"Um, hi. Is this a bad time?" a voice pipes up behind them and Jeff and Jared both turn to see Justin a few paces back, clearly torn as to whether he should have interrupted. He obviously didn't realize who Jared was barking at was Jeff because he blanches and drops to a knee in the dirt, head dropping so quickly that Jeff's surprised he doesn't brain himself on the ground.

7. Currently untitled SPN/HDM fusion (not a followup to my OTHER one), SPN Gen.

Chances of getting this finished by June 1 - Good. I had a LOT more of this written than I realised.

The first time Dean hears about the man with no daemon is when he overhears two hunters discussing the best way to kill him.

"I hear he's good with knives," Bart Fellows says before taking a sip of whatever rotgut was his poison of choice.

"You know what happens to guys with knives. They get shot," Shelby Ashton rejoinders, intentionally or more likely unintentionally quoting a Tarantino movie.

Dean's expecting to feel appalled, and he is at the casual manner these two grizzled old guys discuss putting someone down, but he's also intrigued because from all accounts, the man is a hunter himself.

"Just gives me the heebies," Bart continues.

Possession's always a possibility with folk who are still upright and have no daemons. Poor sods don't have a chance once the hell spawn takes up residence, cleaving themselves between the person and their daemon so violently that the daemon never survives. If the hell spawn vacates while the body's still ticking then all that's usually left is a gibbering shell that doesn't survive much longer itself.

Shapeshifters, boogeymen and some harpies could appear as two legs and all would be without daemons of their own. Werewolves had 'em but they were so twisted out of true that you just knew something was up looking at them.

None of those were likely to travel the countryside, killing evil things.

8. SG-1 (shock!), Jack/Daniel, Outside POV.

Chances of finishing by June 1 - Not too sure. I like the idea but this has been sitting idle for a while.

Nielson… Nelson…Benson… why can I never remember their names?

You’re pretty sure you don’t see his lips move but that’s definitely General O’Neill’s voice. “Jannsan,” you supply and your voice is a dull croak. You’re starting to get a Very Bad Feeling about what’s going on.

It’s a running joke that if people had inscribed on their tombstones the last words they ever heard, most scientists would have; Maybe you shouldn’t touch th-. And the kicker is that you know, you know that you can’t go laying hands on anything because nine times out of ten you’re picking up some long dead widget that was maybe an apple corer or something but that tenth time…

“Jannsan,” O’Neill says brightly, swinging one leg over the bed he’s on so he’s facing you. “Nice to see you’ve rejoined the party.”

9. SGA, Sheppard/McKay, Space Pirates

Chances of finishing by June 1 - Slim but I was in the mood for ridiculous John/Rodney AU.

"Rodney, I swear to whatever's left to worship that if you've touched this convertor I'm going to space you!"