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I saw a cute variation on the 'year in review' meme going around... I think I did this last year.
Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first story posted of each month of 2007. That's your fic year in review.
January:
Jack puts his pen down, balling up the piece of paper he’d been working onand tossing it into the wastepaper basket. He leans back in his chair, scrubbing a hand over his face.
February:
“What are you doing?”
Cameron cuts his eyes sideways and sees Sam looking at him, curiosity on her face.
March:
Living in close quarters and practically in each other’s pockets up until Sam was eighteen; Dean figured he knew everything there was to know about his brother. It was starting to seem like four years and a couple of hundred miles made a difference.
April:
Miss Andrews was nice enough but Dean didn’t like her, not one bit. He especially didn’t like the way she kept looking at them, he and Sam, like they were fragile puppies.
May:
“What’s he doin’?” Bobby asked, appearing at John’s elbow.
“Don’t really know,” John replied, voice pitched low.
June:
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”
Willow twirls the coil of phone line around and around her index finger, listening to Dawn’s faltering attempt to give her an out.
July:
“Leave him alone now!” Annabelle calls and Dean turns to her with a smile. Annabelle Thompson delivers groceries to them in exchange for Dean keeping her ancient Buick on the road.
August:
Awake.
She’s not really sure what wakes her in the dark recesses of the night.
September:
“What was that?”
John turned in his seat and glanced at Teyla, looking harried and standing with her arms crossed in the hatchway.
October:
Dean came out of the bathroom and stopped, absently rubbing his head dry with a threadbare towel. “What’s going on?”
November:
“Absolutely not.”
John drops his hand from its position, about to knock on the edge of Elizabeth’s office door and frowns. “You don’t even know-”
December:
“I feel funny just leaving him here,” Dean says as he stands by his car, fingering the keys in his pocket. Jim has walked around to the passenger side and is waiting to be let in, but props his arms on the roof when Dean speaks.
Take the first sentence (or 2) from the first story posted of each month of 2007. That's your fic year in review.
January:
Jack puts his pen down, balling up the piece of paper he’d been working onand tossing it into the wastepaper basket. He leans back in his chair, scrubbing a hand over his face.
February:
“What are you doing?”
Cameron cuts his eyes sideways and sees Sam looking at him, curiosity on her face.
March:
Living in close quarters and practically in each other’s pockets up until Sam was eighteen; Dean figured he knew everything there was to know about his brother. It was starting to seem like four years and a couple of hundred miles made a difference.
April:
Miss Andrews was nice enough but Dean didn’t like her, not one bit. He especially didn’t like the way she kept looking at them, he and Sam, like they were fragile puppies.
May:
“What’s he doin’?” Bobby asked, appearing at John’s elbow.
“Don’t really know,” John replied, voice pitched low.
June:
“I just… didn’t want you to feel bad. You don’t have to come…”
Willow twirls the coil of phone line around and around her index finger, listening to Dawn’s faltering attempt to give her an out.
July:
“Leave him alone now!” Annabelle calls and Dean turns to her with a smile. Annabelle Thompson delivers groceries to them in exchange for Dean keeping her ancient Buick on the road.
August:
Awake.
She’s not really sure what wakes her in the dark recesses of the night.
September:
“What was that?”
John turned in his seat and glanced at Teyla, looking harried and standing with her arms crossed in the hatchway.
October:
Dean came out of the bathroom and stopped, absently rubbing his head dry with a threadbare towel. “What’s going on?”
November:
“Absolutely not.”
John drops his hand from its position, about to knock on the edge of Elizabeth’s office door and frowns. “You don’t even know-”
December:
“I feel funny just leaving him here,” Dean says as he stands by his car, fingering the keys in his pocket. Jim has walked around to the passenger side and is waiting to be let in, but props his arms on the roof when Dean speaks.
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It's funny the way it's like a continuing story with Sam (SG1) & Sam (Spn)! *g*