a couple of leftovers from 5 things jack o'neill doesn't talk aboutHe understands John Sheppard both more and less than everyone thinks he does. Because although they tick off many of the same boxes on the list of 'bad shit happens to you', the contexts are so different they're not even really the same boxes. Or so Jack figures, because half the ( Read more... )

{Another ficlet due back in June, this time for Therese: Sherlock, Watson, and Tea, though I'm afraid this shows my inability to write the first two ( Read more... )

[if three times is true, what's thirty? or three hundred ( Read more... )

{story started for sga_flashfic lo these many years ago, and never finished because there wasn't any plot and i didn't know what it was about. same continuity as wild nest, no prison, which means the military stuff sounds wrong but actually isn't ( Read more... )

“How long have you been a child?” my father asked, the very model of disinterested inquiry.

“Does she have to be here?” the boy whined instead of answering. I couldn’t blame him. I didn’t particularly want to be there either. Dealing with Masks is weird enough. Shrink them down to ten years old, and I’m officially freaked out. Kids are not my ( Read more... )

“You went patrolling in a sweater?” Héloise repeated incredulously for the fourth time ( Read more... )

[should be finished by next friday. *hopes ( Read more... )

christmas ficlet #2, for therese, who asked for mr. darcy meets spock. um. when i said no guarantees about length or quality, i really really meant it ( Read more... )

what went before

Because no matter how she loves John---and she does, in parts of her heart she hadn't known of until John worked his way into them---no matter that she holds his life as dear as her own, he is not the man she would have now holding her son, making faces at him like the besotted idiot he is.

Put me in a cage and lock the door: I will beat myself against the bars until I bleed, and bite your fingers even if they come to free me. Give me wings and sky enough to fly in: I will return to you of my own volition, clear of eye and calm of spirit, ready to tear apart any enemy you might have.