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So, I think I totally missed signing up for finish-a-thon in time which.. yeah, totally me.
But I've done this thing where I have so many fics started that I've blocked myself. I just stare blankly at the plethora of half-done fic that it's all too daunting and I close the file. So I'm having a mini finish-a-thon for myself... what you vote for I will finish this week. Mainly because when I only have one fic to concentrate on I do finish fast...
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poisontaster is done and is just being cleaned up. The last parts of the followup to Not The World is also done but there's a lot of back and forth with the beta currently... eep!
1. Atlantis in the Firefly 'verse. McKay/Sheppard-Team
“Nothing. Coupling panel just came away,” John dismissed, turning back to the vast field of stars outside the front viewport. He was hoping the confidence and ease he had injected into his tone would placate Teyla enough to get her heading back to bed but it was an empty hope.
“Don’t we need that?” she demanded.
“Only if we don’t want to break apart and die upon reentry. No big.”
“Only…?” Teyla blinked hard and then threw her hands up in exasperation. “You mean we can not land?”
“Not technically at the moment in the purest sense… no,” John admitted, hunching his shoulders up around his ears. He knew what was coming next.
“You hire an engineer at Faeir or I am not getting back on this death trap.”
“You don’t mean that,” John said, turning back around and trying his most winning smile. Teyla just raised an eyebrow.
“I know you hate strangers on your ship, but all of us were strangers at some point,” Teyla said, her tone gentle now that she’d gotten John’s attention. “You hired Cadman while she was holding a gun on us.”
“We’ll get someone at Faeir, I swear,” John promised, knowing that the whole inability to land on a planet was going to cause some problems in the near future. Faeir was the closest space port and there were always people looking for work. The possibility of finding a decent engineer was remote, but they had a chance of finding one who was at least halfway decent who could keep the ship in the air just long enough for them to put down on a planet to hire someone good.
Teyla still looked wary but she backed out the hatchway, grumbling. John supposed he was lucky he’d saved Teyla’s life during the war. He was pretty sure it was the only reason she hadn’t strangled him in his sleep yet.
2. Crossover apocafic - Cameron Mitchell/Faith/Sam Winchester
“Don’t be an ass, Mitchell. Help me figure out where we are.”
“The proper chain of command-”
“I’ve got a chain and I’m about to strangle you with it,” Faith warned and then noticed that Cameron was grinning. “Are you just messin’ with me?”
“Of course I am,” Cameron said. “I’d be bored out of my skull otherwise.”
“Look, the whole thing is pointless anyway. If we’d been invaded by aliens, I would’a let you be in charge since you have experience,” Faith said, finally giving up on the map and folding it roughly down into an eighth of its original size before shoving it into her jacket. “Since the end of the world is demon-related, I’m the boss.”
“You can keep on thinkin’ that darlin’,” Cameron sighed, slinging Faith’s duffle alongside his own and climbing into the cab of the truck.
3. Crossover - John Winchester/Aeryn Sun
“Are you squatting?” John asks, accepting the Styrofoam cup of coffee that had to come out of a machine somewhere.
The woman looks down at herself and then back up, puzzled. “I think it’s called standing,” she says and John snorts.
“I mean in this place. It’s not supposed to be occupied.”
“I’m waiting for a friend,” she replies cryptically, resting a hand on top of the freaky-looking toy that John is sure is the reason the kids of the neighbourhood are scared witless. It looks like a toad in clothes and he wonders who in their right mind would manufacture something like that. John is pretty hardened but he has to admit that it’s freaking him out, especially the way it seems to move whenever he’s not looking directly at it.
“You have a name?”
“Aeryn Sun,” she replies. She’s wearing a wifebeater and jeans and looks strangely uncomfortable. There are large and complicated looking boots on her feet and John eyes them appreciatively, thinking Dean would like them.
4. SPN - Sam magic junkie
He’d carried her, kicking and screaming and swearing like a trooper into her bedroom and tossed her unceremoniously on the bed. He’d pinned her wrists with his hands and had whispered in her ear, something that had made her still and look at him with horror plain on her features. She had been expecting to be raped or murdered and he did neither.
He took something from her, far more vital than her life or her innocence. Olivia had the last laugh though because she’d been shielded and although he’d sensed what he needed from her when she’d been boarding the plane, he had had no idea that he was way over his head.
Olivia lay on her coverlet, fully clothed and with wide, staring eyes pointed at the ceiling. Every now and again she would giggle or cry. No one would know why but she would never recover.
Sam wasn’t entirely sure he would either.
As soon as he had started, he had known something was wrong. He was now in the bathroom, lying on the cool tile, recovering from an extremely foul bout of explosive vomiting. He had been able to crawl back into her bedroom to make a phonecall and then had pulled himself back into the bathroom, not trusting his legs to try and stand.
“You’re a mess,” A gentle voice admonished from the doorway.
“Help me,” Sam croaked, reaching a hand up to Dean blindly.
5. SG-1 - Jack/Daniel, Daniel/Cameron
Jack was surprised when it was Daniel who opened the door.
“Hey,” Daniel greeted, something careful and wary in his expression and Jack was thrown. He was scoping out enemy territory, gathering intel before launching his campaign and he’d stumbled at his first step. Jack mentally shook himself and offered Daniel the trademark, lopsided grin.
“Danny-boy,” Jack said, proud that his voice was strong and steady. Something was still bothering him, however. Daniel had opened the door to Cameron’s house, barefoot and wearing track pants and an undershirt, looking at home. The regs hadn’t changed last time Jack had checked so it was a dangerous move. Something Daniel wouldn’t have done.
Jack pictured it, Cameron maybe in the shower or another part of the house, calling out, “Could you get that?” because he was waiting for someone to find out, inviting it even. Maybe he was tired of hiding what he was and wanted the decision taken out of his hands. Jack had always thought Cameron was the kind of reckless he could relate to but now he wasn’t so sure.
It didn’t add up though. Jack looked Daniel over again carefully and realised that there were a lot of things in his expression, but surprise at his presence wasn’t one of them. “Sam called you?” he hazarded and Daniel ducked his head, grinning.
“She thought I should be warned that you were on your way and you were in a strange mood.”
Jack gripped his hands into fists, trying not to be annoyed. He let it go for now, knowing that he could address it later. He had a war to wage and he wasn’t going to run at the first sign of things not going exactly to plan.
“You wanna grab something to eat?” Jack proposed, angling his body and canting his head in the direction of his truck. Teal’c had semi-permanent loan of it now Jack was in Washington on the proviso that Jack got it back whenever he was in town.
“Sure, just let me get some shoes on,” Daniel agreed, disappearing back into the house but leaving the door open. Jack stepped into the entryway and saw a framed photograph on a table by the door next to a bowl of keys. He picked it up and traced fingers over the surface. It was of Daniel, Cameron and Sam. They were in civvies and Daniel and Sam were soaking wet, Cameron sandwiched between them and obviously being ganged up on because he was dry.
Jack put the photo back and then turned it facedown.
6. SPN - Monkey Paw, Dean accidentally makes a wish
Dean was juggling three shrunken heads when Sam poked his face through the door of what had once been a study and grimaced. “Can you stop… playing with stuff?” he demanded. Dean caught the three heads deftly and tossed them into the corner, tipping Sam a smirk.
“I thought shrunken heads were more witchdoctor than sorcerer,” he commented, picking up a jar that had a foetal something in it that he wasn’t too keen on identifying.
“Who gives a crap? I just want to get out of here. It smells like death and eggs.”
“I noticed that too,” Dean said, nodding. “I mean, the death thing I get but eggs?” Dean noticed Sam had an armload of books and raised an eyebrow.
“Are we classing those as dangerous or are you just pilfering them?”
Sam flushed, cutting his eyes away and shuffling his feet. “They could be dangerous. I have to… study them further to find out.”
“Geek,” Dean snorted, at a loss as to why Sam would pick up books when there were things in jars, shrunken things and oh, shiny things Dean noted, picking up a gold amulet that was on a sidetable.
“Dangerous, remember?” Sam prodded and Dean waved a dismissive hand.
[Poll #1045797]
Edited to add: Poll closed... thanks for playing!!
But I've done this thing where I have so many fics started that I've blocked myself. I just stare blankly at the plethora of half-done fic that it's all too daunting and I close the file. So I'm having a mini finish-a-thon for myself... what you vote for I will finish this week. Mainly because when I only have one fic to concentrate on I do finish fast...
Ficathon fics will be exempt because I already have a deadline for those and the wing!fic I promised
poisontaster is done and is just being cleaned up. The last parts of the followup to Not The World is also done but there's a lot of back and forth with the beta currently... eep!1. Atlantis in the Firefly 'verse. McKay/Sheppard-Team
“Nothing. Coupling panel just came away,” John dismissed, turning back to the vast field of stars outside the front viewport. He was hoping the confidence and ease he had injected into his tone would placate Teyla enough to get her heading back to bed but it was an empty hope.
“Don’t we need that?” she demanded.
“Only if we don’t want to break apart and die upon reentry. No big.”
“Only…?” Teyla blinked hard and then threw her hands up in exasperation. “You mean we can not land?”
“Not technically at the moment in the purest sense… no,” John admitted, hunching his shoulders up around his ears. He knew what was coming next.
“You hire an engineer at Faeir or I am not getting back on this death trap.”
“You don’t mean that,” John said, turning back around and trying his most winning smile. Teyla just raised an eyebrow.
“I know you hate strangers on your ship, but all of us were strangers at some point,” Teyla said, her tone gentle now that she’d gotten John’s attention. “You hired Cadman while she was holding a gun on us.”
“We’ll get someone at Faeir, I swear,” John promised, knowing that the whole inability to land on a planet was going to cause some problems in the near future. Faeir was the closest space port and there were always people looking for work. The possibility of finding a decent engineer was remote, but they had a chance of finding one who was at least halfway decent who could keep the ship in the air just long enough for them to put down on a planet to hire someone good.
Teyla still looked wary but she backed out the hatchway, grumbling. John supposed he was lucky he’d saved Teyla’s life during the war. He was pretty sure it was the only reason she hadn’t strangled him in his sleep yet.
2. Crossover apocafic - Cameron Mitchell/Faith/Sam Winchester
“Don’t be an ass, Mitchell. Help me figure out where we are.”
“The proper chain of command-”
“I’ve got a chain and I’m about to strangle you with it,” Faith warned and then noticed that Cameron was grinning. “Are you just messin’ with me?”
“Of course I am,” Cameron said. “I’d be bored out of my skull otherwise.”
“Look, the whole thing is pointless anyway. If we’d been invaded by aliens, I would’a let you be in charge since you have experience,” Faith said, finally giving up on the map and folding it roughly down into an eighth of its original size before shoving it into her jacket. “Since the end of the world is demon-related, I’m the boss.”
“You can keep on thinkin’ that darlin’,” Cameron sighed, slinging Faith’s duffle alongside his own and climbing into the cab of the truck.
3. Crossover - John Winchester/Aeryn Sun
“Are you squatting?” John asks, accepting the Styrofoam cup of coffee that had to come out of a machine somewhere.
The woman looks down at herself and then back up, puzzled. “I think it’s called standing,” she says and John snorts.
“I mean in this place. It’s not supposed to be occupied.”
“I’m waiting for a friend,” she replies cryptically, resting a hand on top of the freaky-looking toy that John is sure is the reason the kids of the neighbourhood are scared witless. It looks like a toad in clothes and he wonders who in their right mind would manufacture something like that. John is pretty hardened but he has to admit that it’s freaking him out, especially the way it seems to move whenever he’s not looking directly at it.
“You have a name?”
“Aeryn Sun,” she replies. She’s wearing a wifebeater and jeans and looks strangely uncomfortable. There are large and complicated looking boots on her feet and John eyes them appreciatively, thinking Dean would like them.
4. SPN - Sam magic junkie
He’d carried her, kicking and screaming and swearing like a trooper into her bedroom and tossed her unceremoniously on the bed. He’d pinned her wrists with his hands and had whispered in her ear, something that had made her still and look at him with horror plain on her features. She had been expecting to be raped or murdered and he did neither.
He took something from her, far more vital than her life or her innocence. Olivia had the last laugh though because she’d been shielded and although he’d sensed what he needed from her when she’d been boarding the plane, he had had no idea that he was way over his head.
Olivia lay on her coverlet, fully clothed and with wide, staring eyes pointed at the ceiling. Every now and again she would giggle or cry. No one would know why but she would never recover.
Sam wasn’t entirely sure he would either.
As soon as he had started, he had known something was wrong. He was now in the bathroom, lying on the cool tile, recovering from an extremely foul bout of explosive vomiting. He had been able to crawl back into her bedroom to make a phonecall and then had pulled himself back into the bathroom, not trusting his legs to try and stand.
“You’re a mess,” A gentle voice admonished from the doorway.
“Help me,” Sam croaked, reaching a hand up to Dean blindly.
5. SG-1 - Jack/Daniel, Daniel/Cameron
Jack was surprised when it was Daniel who opened the door.
“Hey,” Daniel greeted, something careful and wary in his expression and Jack was thrown. He was scoping out enemy territory, gathering intel before launching his campaign and he’d stumbled at his first step. Jack mentally shook himself and offered Daniel the trademark, lopsided grin.
“Danny-boy,” Jack said, proud that his voice was strong and steady. Something was still bothering him, however. Daniel had opened the door to Cameron’s house, barefoot and wearing track pants and an undershirt, looking at home. The regs hadn’t changed last time Jack had checked so it was a dangerous move. Something Daniel wouldn’t have done.
Jack pictured it, Cameron maybe in the shower or another part of the house, calling out, “Could you get that?” because he was waiting for someone to find out, inviting it even. Maybe he was tired of hiding what he was and wanted the decision taken out of his hands. Jack had always thought Cameron was the kind of reckless he could relate to but now he wasn’t so sure.
It didn’t add up though. Jack looked Daniel over again carefully and realised that there were a lot of things in his expression, but surprise at his presence wasn’t one of them. “Sam called you?” he hazarded and Daniel ducked his head, grinning.
“She thought I should be warned that you were on your way and you were in a strange mood.”
Jack gripped his hands into fists, trying not to be annoyed. He let it go for now, knowing that he could address it later. He had a war to wage and he wasn’t going to run at the first sign of things not going exactly to plan.
“You wanna grab something to eat?” Jack proposed, angling his body and canting his head in the direction of his truck. Teal’c had semi-permanent loan of it now Jack was in Washington on the proviso that Jack got it back whenever he was in town.
“Sure, just let me get some shoes on,” Daniel agreed, disappearing back into the house but leaving the door open. Jack stepped into the entryway and saw a framed photograph on a table by the door next to a bowl of keys. He picked it up and traced fingers over the surface. It was of Daniel, Cameron and Sam. They were in civvies and Daniel and Sam were soaking wet, Cameron sandwiched between them and obviously being ganged up on because he was dry.
Jack put the photo back and then turned it facedown.
6. SPN - Monkey Paw, Dean accidentally makes a wish
Dean was juggling three shrunken heads when Sam poked his face through the door of what had once been a study and grimaced. “Can you stop… playing with stuff?” he demanded. Dean caught the three heads deftly and tossed them into the corner, tipping Sam a smirk.
“I thought shrunken heads were more witchdoctor than sorcerer,” he commented, picking up a jar that had a foetal something in it that he wasn’t too keen on identifying.
“Who gives a crap? I just want to get out of here. It smells like death and eggs.”
“I noticed that too,” Dean said, nodding. “I mean, the death thing I get but eggs?” Dean noticed Sam had an armload of books and raised an eyebrow.
“Are we classing those as dangerous or are you just pilfering them?”
Sam flushed, cutting his eyes away and shuffling his feet. “They could be dangerous. I have to… study them further to find out.”
“Geek,” Dean snorted, at a loss as to why Sam would pick up books when there were things in jars, shrunken things and oh, shiny things Dean noted, picking up a gold amulet that was on a sidetable.
“Dangerous, remember?” Sam prodded and Dean waved a dismissive hand.
[Poll #1045797]
Edited to add: Poll closed... thanks for playing!!