2011: The Ficcening
End of a year and beginning of a new one. Time for a year-in-review fic-linking thing, right? I think so!
Meanwhile, in the Future (Warehouse 13, written for halfamoon)
Claudia’s personal jury is still out on HG; yeah, she knows what Artie’s reservations are, but HG saved her ass during that energy-drink debacle, and she can’t see the Regents reinstating someone without giving them a lot of consideration. “But still. I know you worked this case before, but you dove in fast, considering it’s been so long.”
“I’ve been determined to put this one to bed for a very long time, now. Besides, as much as I would have liked it to, the investigative itch never quite goes away. It’s hard to ignore the news as much as I’d have to, for that to happen.”
In Between (Warehouse 13, written for an itsproductivity prompt)
It’s not that Joshua doesn’t try to get back right away; he’s still trying when Artie ushers Claudia out of the lab, when the next school year starts, when someone comes back and puts a padlock on the door, when the college finally stops using the building altogether. But the compass, which was so cooperative the first time around, must have some secret or other that he missed entirely; it’s not letting him go anywhere.
“Well,” he says to himself. “That backfired beautifully.”
The Best There Is (Harry Potter/Discworld, written for Bethan's crossover meme)
A few months back, Charlie found... sort of a weak spot in the back of the preserve's library; it's the sort of thing the Ministry probably would have scooped up and stuck in the Department of Mysteries, in Britain, but this isn't Britain. Neither was the library on the other side of the weak spot, with whose owner he's been keeping up a lively correspondence since they hit upon their common passion.
"Lady Sybil!" he calls as he steps through the weak spot. "Are you in?"
The Viking Hordes (Warehouse 13, written for queer_fest)
Claudia looks up from her work; he’s sure she’s doing it on purpose, but Steve still appreciates knowing she means it when she says, “Mostly I’m wondering how this works with your whole ‘rar, I can tell if you’re lying’ thing.”
“It works the same way it works with anyone else. When I was fifteen, I realised I couldn’t meet my own eyes in the mirror, say ‘I’m a girl and I’m happy with that,’ and believe it. Took me a while to find the right words for it, but I got there in the end.”
Detail (Warehouse 13/NCIS, written for Bethan's crossover meme)
After three weeks of, as far as she can tell, failing to learn anything, Kate snaps. “Look, Lattimer, would it kill you to at least pretend you’re taking this seriously?”
“You’d hate to see me kidding,” he replies, around a mouthful of vending machine cookies.
It's your professionalism I respect (Villains By Necessity/Team Fortress 2, through the lens of milliways_bar)
“I don’t know what brought those doors out today, but I am not complaining,” she says. Then she takes in the situation she’s walked into, and adds, “Do you two know each other?”
The Medic pushes his glasses up and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Cata,” he says, “this is my ex-wife.”
Sing your song about pie (Warehouse 13, written for a picture-prompt meme)
It's damn good pie, as it turns out. Leena's really outdone herself this time; in fact, it's so good that he helps himself to another slice.
"Pete?"
"Gah!" He drops the knife into the meringue, halfway through cutting his third (and largest, so far) slice of pie. Leena's in the doorway to the kitchen; she showed up so suddenly that he wonders, not for the first time, if she's related to Mrs. Frederic.
Green and Growing (Warehouse 13, written for a picture prompt meme)
It’s not kudzu, as it turns out, but Steve had half expected that; it’s a little cold this far north for kudzu to have that kind of staying power. They call Artie about it, and after a while he buzzes back and informs them it’s native to England (and hangs up before they can get much more out of him, of course).
“The ivy is coming from inside the house,” Claudia deadpans. “English ivy to boot. Did it decide to drop in for a spot of tea?”
You must help me if you can (Harry Potter, written for the At the Close ficathon)
The Intro to Psychology class she registered for on a whim turns out to be exactly what she needs. It also hits close to home, but in a different way; reading about how people react to the sort of things she's been through helps her sort through her own reactions (her post-traumatic stress) and start to see the joy in life again. Rather than any magical subjects, to the great surprise of people who know she came over from Hogwarts, she makes the subject her major.
Back Where We Belong (Warehouse 13)
“Myka, look at me.” When Myka turns to face her, Claudia smiles a little and says, “I can’t say Pete was wrong to feel abandoned, I have abandonment issues coming out my ears. But - I’m the only other person here who knows what a total cesspool of suckitude it is to say ‘I have to walk away from my favorite place in the universe, and I can’t ever come back.’”
and all of this will happen again (Harry Potter, written for the At the Close ficathon)
"You can't really be saying you trust me, Potter."
"If I didn't trust you - well, firstly, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't leave Al here unattended but for you and your wife. Besides, you know how bad it was last time just as well as I do; you won't convince me you were any less terrified than I was."
A thing of beauty (is a joy forever) (Warehouse 13)
Perry never thought the day would come that he was bored half to death at a fashion show, but it has.
The music is terrible, the clothes don’t feel all that innovative after everything he’s seen, and Lee must be spinning in her grave over how bloody skinny the girls following in her footsteps are expected to be, these days. It’s almost enough to make him consider freelancing of an entirely more pedestrian sort, people’s wedding photos or something; as much as fashion photography is his world and always has been, he can’t stand what it’s become.
Living in America (Where It's Like the Twilight Zone (Warehouse 13, written for au_bigbang) (also, deleted scenes!)
“Fair enough. You have any kids of your own?”
Rebecca sighed. “No. One or both of us... was exposed to something on the job. We never did work out exactly what it was, but by the time we got around to trying - well, these days, they’re saying I would have been too old for it to be worthwhile.”
Claudia made a face. “Exposed to something on the job? What radioactive third-graders were you dealing with?”
Those who live and die for astronomy (Warehouse 13, written for a fandomaid auction)
“Well, of course,” Claudia says; she blinks a couple times when Joshua and Professor Reynolds turn to look at her, but keeps going. “A compass is for navigation, right? So if you’re going to teleport, you have to have some way of saying where you’re going.”
Professor Reynolds eyes her for a few moments, then smiles. “You’re a very bright young lady, Claudia,” he says. “I’d hate to be on your bad side.”
The Cursed Cul-de-sac (Warehouse 13, written for a sharp_teeth ficathon)
"Frank was fond of his beer," Mrs. Henderson says, as she pours Rebecca a cup of tea. "And when he drank, he got... testy."
"Testy. Why on Earth did you put up with it this long?"
"With all due respect, Agent St. Clair, you're a working woman, not a married woman. I made a vow to stay with him, and I had no plans of breaking it."
To the Clicking of Time (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
“Two out of four victims confirmed as having been here before, and a third worked here,” Claudia says. “The employee set up an open mic night and at least one of the other guys performed at one of those. I’m thinking from that that it’s got to do with the equipment.”
Leena makes a face. “Musical Artifacts are rarely a good thing in the first place, and if this one’s causing inadvertent suicides...” She looks away from the Farnsworth, typing something into the computer.
Case Files, 1953-1962: A Selection (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
Becks laughs, but it turns into a nasty-sounding cough that makes Jack think he should have let himself have a bad feeling about it - and when she pulls her hands away from her mouth, they both stare at the blood on her gloves.
“Shit,” Jack says, before all but shoving Becks into the car and speeding her to the hospital; he’s just got her in to see someone in the ER, and is trying to settle down in the waiting room with a cigarette, when the Farnsworth buzzes.
A Little Grace (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
Helena keeps working cases until she can hardly walk, and can't be torn away from the paperwork after that, to the point where the Warehouse's doctor insists upon overseeing her delivery. It's hellish - she makes a note to be more sure of her contraceptives, in the future - and the result is a squalling little girl.
And a couple WIP bits, because I feel like it:
Standing at the Crossroads (Warehouse 13, repurposing a Milliways plot that sputtered out in which the hunt is on for Robert Johnson's guitar)
“Amy Winehouse? I didn’t even think of her, I mean, it’s so obvious that the tox screen’s going to come back as alcohol poisoning or something--”
“It was equally obvious,” Artie interrupted, “that Brian Jones drowned in his swimming pool, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison overindulged, Steve Gaines died in a plane crash and Kurt Cobain shot himself. She had the guitar two weeks before she died. It’s on the move again. Talk to Lancaster and stop it before the chain starts again.”
Apotheke (Warehouse 13/Percy Jackson and the Olympians; cheerfully ignoring Romans, "Reset" and the S3 Big Bad arc)
When I looked, I almost wished I hadn’t. The entire baggage claim area was full of cobwebs - big ones. I had to fight to keep breathing normally; any spider that big would probably be the death of me.
“‘If we pull this off, we’ll eat like kings,’” Clarisse said, as she set her bag down and opened it.
Meanwhile, in the Future (Warehouse 13, written for halfamoon)
Claudia’s personal jury is still out on HG; yeah, she knows what Artie’s reservations are, but HG saved her ass during that energy-drink debacle, and she can’t see the Regents reinstating someone without giving them a lot of consideration. “But still. I know you worked this case before, but you dove in fast, considering it’s been so long.”
“I’ve been determined to put this one to bed for a very long time, now. Besides, as much as I would have liked it to, the investigative itch never quite goes away. It’s hard to ignore the news as much as I’d have to, for that to happen.”
In Between (Warehouse 13, written for an itsproductivity prompt)
It’s not that Joshua doesn’t try to get back right away; he’s still trying when Artie ushers Claudia out of the lab, when the next school year starts, when someone comes back and puts a padlock on the door, when the college finally stops using the building altogether. But the compass, which was so cooperative the first time around, must have some secret or other that he missed entirely; it’s not letting him go anywhere.
“Well,” he says to himself. “That backfired beautifully.”
The Best There Is (Harry Potter/Discworld, written for Bethan's crossover meme)
A few months back, Charlie found... sort of a weak spot in the back of the preserve's library; it's the sort of thing the Ministry probably would have scooped up and stuck in the Department of Mysteries, in Britain, but this isn't Britain. Neither was the library on the other side of the weak spot, with whose owner he's been keeping up a lively correspondence since they hit upon their common passion.
"Lady Sybil!" he calls as he steps through the weak spot. "Are you in?"
The Viking Hordes (Warehouse 13, written for queer_fest)
Claudia looks up from her work; he’s sure she’s doing it on purpose, but Steve still appreciates knowing she means it when she says, “Mostly I’m wondering how this works with your whole ‘rar, I can tell if you’re lying’ thing.”
“It works the same way it works with anyone else. When I was fifteen, I realised I couldn’t meet my own eyes in the mirror, say ‘I’m a girl and I’m happy with that,’ and believe it. Took me a while to find the right words for it, but I got there in the end.”
Detail (Warehouse 13/NCIS, written for Bethan's crossover meme)
After three weeks of, as far as she can tell, failing to learn anything, Kate snaps. “Look, Lattimer, would it kill you to at least pretend you’re taking this seriously?”
“You’d hate to see me kidding,” he replies, around a mouthful of vending machine cookies.
It's your professionalism I respect (Villains By Necessity/Team Fortress 2, through the lens of milliways_bar)
“I don’t know what brought those doors out today, but I am not complaining,” she says. Then she takes in the situation she’s walked into, and adds, “Do you two know each other?”
The Medic pushes his glasses up and rubs the bridge of his nose. “Cata,” he says, “this is my ex-wife.”
Sing your song about pie (Warehouse 13, written for a picture-prompt meme)
It's damn good pie, as it turns out. Leena's really outdone herself this time; in fact, it's so good that he helps himself to another slice.
"Pete?"
"Gah!" He drops the knife into the meringue, halfway through cutting his third (and largest, so far) slice of pie. Leena's in the doorway to the kitchen; she showed up so suddenly that he wonders, not for the first time, if she's related to Mrs. Frederic.
Green and Growing (Warehouse 13, written for a picture prompt meme)
It’s not kudzu, as it turns out, but Steve had half expected that; it’s a little cold this far north for kudzu to have that kind of staying power. They call Artie about it, and after a while he buzzes back and informs them it’s native to England (and hangs up before they can get much more out of him, of course).
“The ivy is coming from inside the house,” Claudia deadpans. “English ivy to boot. Did it decide to drop in for a spot of tea?”
You must help me if you can (Harry Potter, written for the At the Close ficathon)
The Intro to Psychology class she registered for on a whim turns out to be exactly what she needs. It also hits close to home, but in a different way; reading about how people react to the sort of things she's been through helps her sort through her own reactions (her post-traumatic stress) and start to see the joy in life again. Rather than any magical subjects, to the great surprise of people who know she came over from Hogwarts, she makes the subject her major.
Back Where We Belong (Warehouse 13)
“Myka, look at me.” When Myka turns to face her, Claudia smiles a little and says, “I can’t say Pete was wrong to feel abandoned, I have abandonment issues coming out my ears. But - I’m the only other person here who knows what a total cesspool of suckitude it is to say ‘I have to walk away from my favorite place in the universe, and I can’t ever come back.’”
and all of this will happen again (Harry Potter, written for the At the Close ficathon)
"You can't really be saying you trust me, Potter."
"If I didn't trust you - well, firstly, if I didn't trust you, I wouldn't leave Al here unattended but for you and your wife. Besides, you know how bad it was last time just as well as I do; you won't convince me you were any less terrified than I was."
A thing of beauty (is a joy forever) (Warehouse 13)
Perry never thought the day would come that he was bored half to death at a fashion show, but it has.
The music is terrible, the clothes don’t feel all that innovative after everything he’s seen, and Lee must be spinning in her grave over how bloody skinny the girls following in her footsteps are expected to be, these days. It’s almost enough to make him consider freelancing of an entirely more pedestrian sort, people’s wedding photos or something; as much as fashion photography is his world and always has been, he can’t stand what it’s become.
Living in America (Where It's Like the Twilight Zone (Warehouse 13, written for au_bigbang) (also, deleted scenes!)
“Fair enough. You have any kids of your own?”
Rebecca sighed. “No. One or both of us... was exposed to something on the job. We never did work out exactly what it was, but by the time we got around to trying - well, these days, they’re saying I would have been too old for it to be worthwhile.”
Claudia made a face. “Exposed to something on the job? What radioactive third-graders were you dealing with?”
Those who live and die for astronomy (Warehouse 13, written for a fandomaid auction)
“Well, of course,” Claudia says; she blinks a couple times when Joshua and Professor Reynolds turn to look at her, but keeps going. “A compass is for navigation, right? So if you’re going to teleport, you have to have some way of saying where you’re going.”
Professor Reynolds eyes her for a few moments, then smiles. “You’re a very bright young lady, Claudia,” he says. “I’d hate to be on your bad side.”
The Cursed Cul-de-sac (Warehouse 13, written for a sharp_teeth ficathon)
"Frank was fond of his beer," Mrs. Henderson says, as she pours Rebecca a cup of tea. "And when he drank, he got... testy."
"Testy. Why on Earth did you put up with it this long?"
"With all due respect, Agent St. Clair, you're a working woman, not a married woman. I made a vow to stay with him, and I had no plans of breaking it."
To the Clicking of Time (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
“Two out of four victims confirmed as having been here before, and a third worked here,” Claudia says. “The employee set up an open mic night and at least one of the other guys performed at one of those. I’m thinking from that that it’s got to do with the equipment.”
Leena makes a face. “Musical Artifacts are rarely a good thing in the first place, and if this one’s causing inadvertent suicides...” She looks away from the Farnsworth, typing something into the computer.
Case Files, 1953-1962: A Selection (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
Becks laughs, but it turns into a nasty-sounding cough that makes Jack think he should have let himself have a bad feeling about it - and when she pulls her hands away from her mouth, they both stare at the blood on her gloves.
“Shit,” Jack says, before all but shoving Becks into the car and speeding her to the hospital; he’s just got her in to see someone in the ER, and is trying to settle down in the waiting room with a cigarette, when the Farnsworth buzzes.
A Little Grace (Warehouse 13, written for Yuletide)
Helena keeps working cases until she can hardly walk, and can't be torn away from the paperwork after that, to the point where the Warehouse's doctor insists upon overseeing her delivery. It's hellish - she makes a note to be more sure of her contraceptives, in the future - and the result is a squalling little girl.
And a couple WIP bits, because I feel like it:
Standing at the Crossroads (Warehouse 13, repurposing a Milliways plot that sputtered out in which the hunt is on for Robert Johnson's guitar)
“Amy Winehouse? I didn’t even think of her, I mean, it’s so obvious that the tox screen’s going to come back as alcohol poisoning or something--”
“It was equally obvious,” Artie interrupted, “that Brian Jones drowned in his swimming pool, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison overindulged, Steve Gaines died in a plane crash and Kurt Cobain shot himself. She had the guitar two weeks before she died. It’s on the move again. Talk to Lancaster and stop it before the chain starts again.”
Apotheke (Warehouse 13/Percy Jackson and the Olympians; cheerfully ignoring Romans, "Reset" and the S3 Big Bad arc)
When I looked, I almost wished I hadn’t. The entire baggage claim area was full of cobwebs - big ones. I had to fight to keep breathing normally; any spider that big would probably be the death of me.
“‘If we pull this off, we’ll eat like kings,’” Clarisse said, as she set her bag down and opened it.