In Progress

[kellifer]

Mostly so I don't panic and madly dash around and think I've forgotten something.

spn_j2_bigbang - Jensen/Jared
Due Date: Rough draft - May 1
Where I'm at: 5k

Jensen didn’t like how flat he always felt, how much of a robot the drugs made him, but he liked waking up in the middle of nowhere in his birthday suit and having no idea how he’d gotten there less.

Jensen felt sorry for Jared, he really did. Kid probably thought taking on a tough assignment would make his rise through the ranks all the faster and hadn’t known what he was actually getting in to. Obviously no one had thought it prudent to tell him that he was joining a club no one wanted to be in.

Jensen watched Jared out of the corner of his eye as he brought up his case files on the agency database and he hated to admit it, but Uri had been right. Jared looked like a guppy, floundering out of the water. He looked pale and shocked, perhaps mentally witnessing his career circling the drain. Jensen didn’t think he was really doomed, but any other department would see the S.E.A entry on his record and pause.

“You gonna puke?” Jensen asked, not really ever one for being comforting. Jared kind of blinked himself back to reality and shook his head, a slow but deliberate side to side movement.

“Didn’t anyone tell you that you couldn’t bring pets into the squad room?” Jensen looked up and sighed as Mika reached them. Mika was certainly not in the retiree category of the department but she was too scary for anyone to mess with. Jensen suspected she wasn’t completely Non and that’s why she’d landed there.

She seemed to take it in stride.

“Jared, this is Mika,” Jensen introduced as Jared scrambled to stand and turn. Mika grinned up at him, deceptively small and delicate looking as she was, and held out a hand. When Jared shook it Jensen saw him wince and the tips of his fingers go white from her grip. “Down, girl,” Jensen grumbled and Mika laughed.

spn_cinema - Firestarter - Jensen/Jared
Due Date: Rough draft - April 15th
Where I'm at: 300 words

“Jensen,” Jared says, drawing the name out because he’s probably just realised where this conversation is going.

“I hated him and he gave us his car. He was standing on his porch in his slippers with the paper that always, without fail, landed in our driveway. He said I don’t want to know do I, but he handed over his keys just the same.”

“Jen-”

“I hated him and he died because of us.”

Jared’s fingers clench, almost painful. Jensen doesn’t mind, thinks maybe a few broken fingers will serve him right, be a small measure of justice.

Bill had been on his porch in his slippers and robe. He’d seen them with their backpacks and their stricken faces. He’d dug into the pocket of his robe, the threadbare and ugly one Lana had complained to him about and had tossed his keys over.

Jensen had glanced at him in the rear view mirror as they’d pulled away and all the petty reasons he’d hated him had evaporated.

help_nz charity fic for deirdre_c - SPN
Due Date: ASAP
Where I'm at: 1k

I’m not going to hurt you

Sam had said that once, equal parts plea and promise when he was staked out under an unforgiving sun. Being out now in one of only three working vehicles, a pickup held together mostly with prayer, he wonders if that’s still true. Sam’s the only one that can get past the border of their little community, beyond the protections, salt and copper.

He’s the only one the demons let by.

They gather, testing the fences, the protections. They come in increasing numbers and Dean keeps trying to assure Sam that it’s because they’re one of the only few remaining handful of humans left but Sam isn’t so sure.

Sometimes Sam feels like a giant flame, a burning brightness in an otherwise dark world that all manner of things are drawn to.

Dean mostly doesn’t want to believe it because Dean doesn’t want him to leave.

help_nz charity fic - Doll!Dean.
Due Date: ASAP
Where I'm at: 300 words

Dean is getting that stuffed feeling. It’s not the fun ate body weight in prime rib kind of stuffed unfortunately but the cotton where vital organs should be kind.

Dean’s wondering if he should be worried that this has happened often enough that he can tell without looking that it’s happened. Probably a good indicator is that he didn’t so much as wake up as come to because in doll form he doesn’t have the option of closing his eyes.

Lack of eyelids are a bitch.

Dean rolls over, saying, “Sammy what-” but right at that moment small hands grip him around the middle and he’s pressed to something wet and soft. The snuffles tell him that the wet thing is a child’s face which is just perfect.

He’s been doll-knapped again. Sam is going to kill him.

Loser fic - IDEK!! - Ensemble, Jensen/Cougar
Due Date: Whenever I need a break from writing things I SHOULD be writing
Where I'm at: Around 500 words

He wants to reassure Cougar that Jensen never means anything by it. He flirts like breathing, a physical tick that he can't help just like a sneeze whenever a good looking woman is nearby.

Clay wants to reassure Cougar that it's when Jensen gets quiet and tense, and he only does so around Cougar himself, that that's when he means it.

Inception/Gilmore Girls fusion - IDEK +1!! - Arthur/Eames
Due Date: See above
Where I'm at: NO idea (this started life as a kink fill)

"Are you failing something? How are you failing something? You're the smartest person I know and I'm not even saying that because I'm biased."

"I'm not failing anything yet," Arthur says. "Just pays to be prepared."

"What is this about?" Lorelai presses and now she's wearing her concerned face. Luke's eyeing them both from the counter, wiping his hands slowly on the dish towel that's perpetually slung over one shoulder. Arthur smiles at Luke in a way that he hopes communicates nothing to see here because Luke has this strange compulsion to play father-figure to Arthur whenever he thinks Lorelai is struggling and his advice ranges from uncomfortable to just plain scary.

"Nothing really," Arthur sighs. He heaves a sigh and raises himself upright all the way. "I just got boned on the partner assignments for a project."

"Oh honey," Lorelai says and squeezes his shoulder. "You really can't get away with saying boned."

Arthur scowls at her. "I've got to work with the laziest, most self-absorbed-"

"Oh honey," Lorelai interrupts and now there's a scary glint in her eye. "Do you have a crush on someone?"