kellifer | In Progress...

kuwdora gave me the idea to put into a list what I currently have in progress so I can organise my thoughts... This is not WIP amnesty because I refuse to give up on any stories (erm... except for the John/Ronon/Rodney AU that I *ahem* may get back to eventually).

I have two original stories I'm working on (one is an original adaptation of Not The World I Left Behind which I wrote to work out some ideas) but I'm not sure how interested y'all are in those so the list below is my in progress fan ficcies.

There's the BSG/SG-1 crossover and the Atlantis/Supernatural crossover underway under here, plus two more Sam/Jack fics as I'm preparing myself for Remix/redux (which I *really* have to chose my story for... yikes!).

Close The Doors, Shutter The Sky - SPN gen fic where Sam is killed and Dean goes into the afterlife to get him back.

Excerpt - Take the pole for a minute, will ya?” the Ferryman asks.

Dean is reaching forward automatically when a voice that sounds scarily like Sam’s says, Just what the crap are you doing Dean?. He’s pretty sure it’s only in his head but he snatches his hands back just the same, pressing them flat against his ribs. “Just how dumb do you think I am?” he snarls and the Ferryman looks at him crytically, like he’s actually thinking about the answer. “Rhetoric goddamn question,” Dean snaps and the older man shrugs.

“Can’t blame a guy for trying,” he says in such a jovial tone that Dean blinks. He then holds out a gnarled hand and curls the fingers. “What have you got to pay your way with, boy?”

Dean searches his pockets and finds nothing except a battered Metallica tape. He holds it out and the Ferryman raises an eyebrow. “Do you see a tape deck in the boat, huh?”

My Daddy Had Days Like This - (Working title I'm not too sure about...) SPN/ATLANTIS crossover.

Excerpt - It was too surreal.

Dean puts his coffee down with a decisive clack and leans forward, hands clasped in front of him. John is looking at him with a mild expression, completely neutral so Dean can’t read anything off it and it bugs him. “Shapeshifter assaulted a bunch of women and died looking like me,” he says with no preamble.

John’s eyebrows go up a fraction but there is no other outward sign that he’s fazed by what Dean has said.

“That must have sucked,” he says instead and it’s Dean’s turn to quirk an eyebrow.

Earth In The Middle - (Again, working title, that's what the verse is called), BSG/SG-1 crossover.

Excerpt - “But they also think the only way to make sure a Cylon doesn’t touch one foot on Earth is to restrict who comes here. You said yourself that there’s a very real possibility that you still have unidentified tin-cans in your fleet.”

“I did.” Adama nodded. Jack had moved a pawn and Adama now moved his queen and then looked up. “Is check the right term?”

“For that? No. Checkmate,” Jack grumbled, using a finger to topple his King sideways. “You say you’ve never played this before?”

“No, but we have a similar game. It’s all strategy anyway, right?” Adama looked up at Jack, his question double-edged.

“Right,” Jack nodded, wondering why the hell he hadn’t retired when he’d had the chance.

Untitled - SG-1 Sam/Jack although it might end up kind of actiony gen.

Excerpt - Sam did another circuit of the room and the bathroom, looking for a weapon of some kind. Her search didn’t yield anything at first, but when she returned to the padded door, she looked down at the water jug off to the side. Sam picked it up and dropped it on the floor, the heavy thing exploding on impact. One piece was still rocking back and forth on the floor when Sam leant down to survey the damage. This piece was from the bottom, large, thick and snapped off so it formed a triangle.

Sam went back to the bathroom and retrieved the towel. Using the jagged edge of glass to get it started, Sam ripped the towel in two and then ripped again until she had a long piece of thick material. She brought that back over to the door and wrapped the bottom of the piece of glass on the material so she could pick it up and hold it without cutting her hand. She hefted the heavy piece of glass and swung her arm in an arc, the glass slicing through the air. She smiled grimly. It would have to do.

Sam laid her makeshift dagger on the desk carefully and then went to task, clearing the glass and spilled water away from the door as best as she could, hiding the evidence. She wanted anyone who came through the door not to see anything unusual.

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I also have a finished Heroes Nathan/Peter/Claire fic that I've hesitated posting because after Ep 14 it's suddenly *much* naughtier than it was. Basically, there is a company who is capturing and then "renting out" powered individuals to the highest bidder and Nathan has to buy back Peter.

Hmmmm...