Stuff I wrote in 2010: a list, with statistics
Sure, let's do it again this year. All of these stories can also be found on the Archive of Our Own, by the way. I crosspost everything these days.
So: a chronological list of most of the fics I wrote this year and definitely all the ones that ended up posted to Dreamwidth, along with snippets from each. Ratings and header information can be found on the entries containing the actual fics.
January
Trek: Your Mom
This whole farce had been a product of the hivemind; all three of them had come up with this ingenious strategy to induct Spock into the group. McCoy sighed into his drink. Misplaced guilt, all three of them. As if by making that green-blooded elf One of Us, they might erase their sins-their perceived sins.
They were ruining his goddamned poker night.
Trek: Blindfold Chess
He opened his eyes. It was almost black; he could make out nothing in the room. “Jim,” he murmured.
There was warmth along his right side as Jim moved closer. Cool fingers traced their way down his arm and wrapped around his hand, squeezing.
“Are you okay?” Jim said into his ear. “You were out for a while. Blow to the head.”
Trek, Merlin: Five assorted ficlets
“Seriously,” Jim says. “What do you do that makes that cat like you so much?”
Spock scratches Ship's-Cat 3rd Class Tribble behind the ears; Tribble shoves his head up into Spock's hand, purring loudly.
“He is presently communicating on my skills at administering scratches,” Spock says, as if that's an answer.
February
Trek: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (Chapter 3/?)
He steps out onto the porch and shuts the front door behind him as a tiny, dark-haired woman climbs out from the driver's side of the car. Spock gets out of the passenger side, a few seconds behind her. She waves energetically as he thumps his way down the front steps and toward the car and walks the last few steps to meet him. Spock hangs back a little, his hands behind his back.
“You must be Jim,” she says brightly, grinning at him. The contrast with Spock is mind-blowing. “I've heard so much about you.”
“All good, I hope,” Jim says weakly, shaking her offered hand. He really does hope. God, does he hope.
Trek: No Twilight Galaxy
Captain's Log, Stardate 2259.37
After answering the distress signal from the USS Constellation, we discovered the ship floating dead in space with only its captain, Commodore Decker, remaining aboard. Astrometrics additionally reported that we were in the vicinity of Tau Tauri, a star system logged as containing five planets, including one M-class; current readings show only five clouds of asteroid-sized rubble now orbiting the star.
Disney: And So They Lived
Belle had learned a lot from books, but there was an important lesson they'd neglected to teach her: endings aren't always happy.
March
Trek, Sherlock Holmes: Five assorted Ficlets
"Scratchmatic," Jim says in his Dramatic Pitch Voice. "It's the wave of the future in feline comfort and care. Meant for well-meaning but busy owners. Your target demographic is the late-20-early-30-something with disposable income who loves their cat like it's a child."
Trek: Help, I'm Alive (Chapter 3/?)
Jim woke to the early morning light brightening up the room; the drapes had been left open. He rolled onto his back, staring at the clean, white ceiling, and abruptly realized he wasn't alone in the bed. Spock lay facing the other wall, apparently still asleep. It really was a big bed; there seemed to be acres of mattress between them. Jim stared at the outline of Spock's shoulder under the blankets for a moment, and then sat up, swinging his feet to the floor.
April
Trek: Standing on the Precipice
He was frowning at the tricorder again when Jim strolled up, having directed the ensigns to cover their flank. Jim hesitantly reached out to touch the ring, tracing his fingers along some engravings.
“What is it?”
“I do not know. I have never encountered or heard of anything of its type before. It was created through no science I am aware of.”
Trek/Dollhouse: By Any Other Name
The alert is for an incoming subspace transmission from Jocelyn; he wants to throw his drink at the terminal even more, but instead he knocks back the rest of it to brace himself, and then opens the message. Her voice is calm and measured, as usual, when she speaks.
“There are three flowers in a vase. The third flower is green.”
Sherlock Holmes: A Well-Baited Trap
And now, after a visit to the hospital for cleaning and bandaging of Watson's wound, they had returned to Baker Street, so that Watson might rest.
"Are you quite sure that you should be drinking?" Holmes said for the second time.
"I'm a doctor, Holmes; I am self-prescribing a pain remedy," Watson said matter-of-factly, pouring himself a measure of scotch. He settled back upon his bed, which had been the only surface clean enough of debris to allow him to recline and elevate his leg properly. Raising an eyebrow at Holmes, he sipped peaceably at his drink.
May
Trek: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (Chapter 4/?)
“How long till your date?” Bones asks as they walk into Algebra class on Tuesday.
“Eight and a half hours,” Jim says immediately.
“You can't even do me the favour of pretending you have to look at a clock?” Bones throws himself into a chair, dumping his backpack on the floor. “You're a mess.”
Trek: Objection!
Jim Kirk always feels nervous before a trial.
Trek: Pipe Dreams (The Marzipan in Your Pie Plate Megamix)
"Jim?" McCoy steps inside, letting the door swoop shut behind him. "Where the fuck did you--"
There's an arm just visible from behind Jim's couch, stretched out on the floor, palm up, fingers curling slightly upward. McCoy chokes on his words and rushes over to it.
"Jim!" he shouts when he sees Jim's prone body. His eyes are shut and his mouth is hanging open on a gasp. His skin is ashy. McCoy slaps at Jim's cheeks. "Can you hear me? Jim!"
June
Trek: Telephone
This is not a fic, but a fanvid. Shut up. I MADE A FANVID, LET ME BE PROUD I STEPPED OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.
July
Trek: Three prompt fills
“Jim, I require your assistance.”
“Already?” Jim asked. “It's only been like three hours. You're insatiable. But if you insist.” He stood up and started moving around his desk toward Spock.
Spock took a large step back. “No. No, that is not what I require your assistance with. But thank you for your concern.”
Trek: Bark(ley)
“Hello?” she said softly. It was her go-to phrase in strange situations.
There was a shuffling noise and then something furry with a black nose poked its head up around one of the open flaps of the box.
“What the fuck?” said Gaila.
August
BBC Sherlock: Misunderstandings
"May I just say," continued the waitress, who looked as old as John's mum, "that we all find it so sweet that you two come in here like clockwork of a Sunday. You just never see young people with that sort of commitment these days. All rushing round and ignoring each other instead of sitting back and enjoying simple moments." She gave them a saccharine smile.
"Th-thank you," said John, smiling back tightly. Sherlock stirred his coffee and stared vacantly out the window at the street.
BBC Sherlock: Declarations of Mutual Devotion
“We should really get married.”
John stared at the red mark on his wrist. “I'm sorry, what?”
BBC Sherlock: Just a Minor Peerage
“Finally,” said the solicitor, “the matter of the peerage handed down to our family by Her Majesty Queen Anne of Great Britain, the title of Baron Chesterford.”
Sherlock shot a sideways look at Mycroft and smirked a little at his misfortune. Mycroft had ranted many times throughout their childhood about the unfairness that he would have to become a baron without having a say in the matter. He viewed it as cheating at getting ahead. Sherlock was never gladder to be the youngest.
“Whomever of my two sons, Mycroft and Sherlock, weds first shall inherit the peerage.”
BBC Sherlock: A Marriage of Inconvenience
"Incidentally, what was it like to grow up with your younger sister bullying you?"
"What?" snapped John a little too defensively. He straightened to his full five-ten and glared. "She did not bully me. She's four years younger! And five inches shorter!"
Sherlock tilted his head shrewdly. "And yet, when she came at you, you cowered like a little girl. With the ease of long practice."
September
Trek: Holosuitein' Ain't Cheatin'
Jim sighed and waved his hands under the dryer before backing Gaila out of the bathroom. "And the holocam?" he asked, already regretting asking.
She stopped recording and started fiddling with settings on the cam. "It's just a project for my xenoanthropology course."
Jim almost relaxed for a second before he remembered he was talking to Gaila. "Explain."
October
H50: two ficlets
Danny arrived at the office in time to hear Steve yelling.
He had his gun drawn as he crept up to the door; he shouldered it open to find Steve standing by himself, off at the other end of the room. Danny holstered his weapon.
“I'll show you a fatal error, you piece of shit!” Steve growled. Danny saw with alarm that he was reaching for where he kept his sidearm.
H50: Shout
Steve looks at him in alarm; Danny's got his hands in the air, staring down at his t-shirt. Bright red stain. Steve snorts. "Forgot your bib today?"
"Fuck you very much." Danny puts down his shave ice cup on the coffee table and sits back again, holding his shirt out away from his chest. "Stupid fucking red flavour."
Steve licks his lips and sets down his beer quietly. "We've gotta get you out of that shirt," he says casually.
Trek: Bang a Gong
Spock was blinking at the lizard. "It uses some biological process to create projectiles and then uses its throat muscles to fire them at its prey." He glanced up at the trees. "The high iron deposits in the area may be related."
"It spits bullets," Jim snapped. He switched his phaser to 'kill'.
H50: IHTFP
"We're go for part two of the plan. Get them to bone."
Chin looked pained. "And how are we gonna do that?"
Kono ate her rice thoughtfully. "I was thinking we should lock them in a room together and let them out when they've sealed the deal. Maybe get them drunk first so they're more compliant. What do you think?"
"Well, now I know what to tell Auntie when she asks me why you're still single."
November
H50: Just Work Your Body and Let It Go
Danny felt punchy, didn't know if drinking would make him quiet and depressed or loud and horny that night, so he went to a bar just off the boardwalk. It was too dirty for tourists who wanted dancing and fruity cocktails but the beer specials drew locals of all kinds and some military, too. It was a good start, as far as Danny was concerned.
H50: Men Don't Make Passes...
Steve leaned into Danny's doorway to say something witty and cutting and instead was struck speechless. Danny was hunched over his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his tie loose and his tongue poking through his lips absently as he read through a file. He was also wearing glasses, and Steve watched raptly as he reached up to adjust them on his nose a little.
After a second, Danny said, "What," without even looking up.
Steve jumped out of his slouch, his jaw snapping shut again.
December
Um, so far a Yuletide fic and a Christmas fic which may be posted for Advent.
Total fics: 28
Total vids: 1
Total fandoms: 6 (Trek, Merlin, Sherlock Holmes (2009), BBC Sherlock, Hawaii 5-0, Disney)
Total series begun/continued/finished: 3
Total WIPs in progress: 2
Total completed fics: 28
Fics with Kirk/Spock: 16
Fics with Sherlock/Watson: 3
Fics with Steve/Danny: 5
Fics with porn: 6
Fics which were creepy: 2
Fics over 5000 words: 8
pineapple_infested kink meme fills: 6
This entry was originally posted at http://waketosleep.dreamwidth.org/41062.html. (
comments)
So: a chronological list of most of the fics I wrote this year and definitely all the ones that ended up posted to Dreamwidth, along with snippets from each. Ratings and header information can be found on the entries containing the actual fics.
January
Trek: Your Mom
This whole farce had been a product of the hivemind; all three of them had come up with this ingenious strategy to induct Spock into the group. McCoy sighed into his drink. Misplaced guilt, all three of them. As if by making that green-blooded elf One of Us, they might erase their sins-their perceived sins.
They were ruining his goddamned poker night.
Trek: Blindfold Chess
He opened his eyes. It was almost black; he could make out nothing in the room. “Jim,” he murmured.
There was warmth along his right side as Jim moved closer. Cool fingers traced their way down his arm and wrapped around his hand, squeezing.
“Are you okay?” Jim said into his ear. “You were out for a while. Blow to the head.”
Trek, Merlin: Five assorted ficlets
“Seriously,” Jim says. “What do you do that makes that cat like you so much?”
Spock scratches Ship's-Cat 3rd Class Tribble behind the ears; Tribble shoves his head up into Spock's hand, purring loudly.
“He is presently communicating on my skills at administering scratches,” Spock says, as if that's an answer.
February
Trek: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (Chapter 3/?)
He steps out onto the porch and shuts the front door behind him as a tiny, dark-haired woman climbs out from the driver's side of the car. Spock gets out of the passenger side, a few seconds behind her. She waves energetically as he thumps his way down the front steps and toward the car and walks the last few steps to meet him. Spock hangs back a little, his hands behind his back.
“You must be Jim,” she says brightly, grinning at him. The contrast with Spock is mind-blowing. “I've heard so much about you.”
“All good, I hope,” Jim says weakly, shaking her offered hand. He really does hope. God, does he hope.
Trek: No Twilight Galaxy
Captain's Log, Stardate 2259.37
After answering the distress signal from the USS Constellation, we discovered the ship floating dead in space with only its captain, Commodore Decker, remaining aboard. Astrometrics additionally reported that we were in the vicinity of Tau Tauri, a star system logged as containing five planets, including one M-class; current readings show only five clouds of asteroid-sized rubble now orbiting the star.
Disney: And So They Lived
Belle had learned a lot from books, but there was an important lesson they'd neglected to teach her: endings aren't always happy.
March
Trek, Sherlock Holmes: Five assorted Ficlets
"Scratchmatic," Jim says in his Dramatic Pitch Voice. "It's the wave of the future in feline comfort and care. Meant for well-meaning but busy owners. Your target demographic is the late-20-early-30-something with disposable income who loves their cat like it's a child."
Trek: Help, I'm Alive (Chapter 3/?)
Jim woke to the early morning light brightening up the room; the drapes had been left open. He rolled onto his back, staring at the clean, white ceiling, and abruptly realized he wasn't alone in the bed. Spock lay facing the other wall, apparently still asleep. It really was a big bed; there seemed to be acres of mattress between them. Jim stared at the outline of Spock's shoulder under the blankets for a moment, and then sat up, swinging his feet to the floor.
April
Trek: Standing on the Precipice
He was frowning at the tricorder again when Jim strolled up, having directed the ensigns to cover their flank. Jim hesitantly reached out to touch the ring, tracing his fingers along some engravings.
“What is it?”
“I do not know. I have never encountered or heard of anything of its type before. It was created through no science I am aware of.”
Trek/Dollhouse: By Any Other Name
The alert is for an incoming subspace transmission from Jocelyn; he wants to throw his drink at the terminal even more, but instead he knocks back the rest of it to brace himself, and then opens the message. Her voice is calm and measured, as usual, when she speaks.
“There are three flowers in a vase. The third flower is green.”
Sherlock Holmes: A Well-Baited Trap
And now, after a visit to the hospital for cleaning and bandaging of Watson's wound, they had returned to Baker Street, so that Watson might rest.
"Are you quite sure that you should be drinking?" Holmes said for the second time.
"I'm a doctor, Holmes; I am self-prescribing a pain remedy," Watson said matter-of-factly, pouring himself a measure of scotch. He settled back upon his bed, which had been the only surface clean enough of debris to allow him to recline and elevate his leg properly. Raising an eyebrow at Holmes, he sipped peaceably at his drink.
May
Trek: If You Can't Dance to This, It Doesn't Matter (Chapter 4/?)
“How long till your date?” Bones asks as they walk into Algebra class on Tuesday.
“Eight and a half hours,” Jim says immediately.
“You can't even do me the favour of pretending you have to look at a clock?” Bones throws himself into a chair, dumping his backpack on the floor. “You're a mess.”
Trek: Objection!
Jim Kirk always feels nervous before a trial.
Trek: Pipe Dreams (The Marzipan in Your Pie Plate Megamix)
"Jim?" McCoy steps inside, letting the door swoop shut behind him. "Where the fuck did you--"
There's an arm just visible from behind Jim's couch, stretched out on the floor, palm up, fingers curling slightly upward. McCoy chokes on his words and rushes over to it.
"Jim!" he shouts when he sees Jim's prone body. His eyes are shut and his mouth is hanging open on a gasp. His skin is ashy. McCoy slaps at Jim's cheeks. "Can you hear me? Jim!"
June
Trek: Telephone
This is not a fic, but a fanvid. Shut up. I MADE A FANVID, LET ME BE PROUD I STEPPED OUT OF MY COMFORT ZONE.
July
Trek: Three prompt fills
“Jim, I require your assistance.”
“Already?” Jim asked. “It's only been like three hours. You're insatiable. But if you insist.” He stood up and started moving around his desk toward Spock.
Spock took a large step back. “No. No, that is not what I require your assistance with. But thank you for your concern.”
Trek: Bark(ley)
“Hello?” she said softly. It was her go-to phrase in strange situations.
There was a shuffling noise and then something furry with a black nose poked its head up around one of the open flaps of the box.
“What the fuck?” said Gaila.
August
BBC Sherlock: Misunderstandings
"May I just say," continued the waitress, who looked as old as John's mum, "that we all find it so sweet that you two come in here like clockwork of a Sunday. You just never see young people with that sort of commitment these days. All rushing round and ignoring each other instead of sitting back and enjoying simple moments." She gave them a saccharine smile.
"Th-thank you," said John, smiling back tightly. Sherlock stirred his coffee and stared vacantly out the window at the street.
BBC Sherlock: Declarations of Mutual Devotion
“We should really get married.”
John stared at the red mark on his wrist. “I'm sorry, what?”
BBC Sherlock: Just a Minor Peerage
“Finally,” said the solicitor, “the matter of the peerage handed down to our family by Her Majesty Queen Anne of Great Britain, the title of Baron Chesterford.”
Sherlock shot a sideways look at Mycroft and smirked a little at his misfortune. Mycroft had ranted many times throughout their childhood about the unfairness that he would have to become a baron without having a say in the matter. He viewed it as cheating at getting ahead. Sherlock was never gladder to be the youngest.
“Whomever of my two sons, Mycroft and Sherlock, weds first shall inherit the peerage.”
BBC Sherlock: A Marriage of Inconvenience
"Incidentally, what was it like to grow up with your younger sister bullying you?"
"What?" snapped John a little too defensively. He straightened to his full five-ten and glared. "She did not bully me. She's four years younger! And five inches shorter!"
Sherlock tilted his head shrewdly. "And yet, when she came at you, you cowered like a little girl. With the ease of long practice."
September
Trek: Holosuitein' Ain't Cheatin'
Jim sighed and waved his hands under the dryer before backing Gaila out of the bathroom. "And the holocam?" he asked, already regretting asking.
She stopped recording and started fiddling with settings on the cam. "It's just a project for my xenoanthropology course."
Jim almost relaxed for a second before he remembered he was talking to Gaila. "Explain."
October
H50: two ficlets
Danny arrived at the office in time to hear Steve yelling.
He had his gun drawn as he crept up to the door; he shouldered it open to find Steve standing by himself, off at the other end of the room. Danny holstered his weapon.
“I'll show you a fatal error, you piece of shit!” Steve growled. Danny saw with alarm that he was reaching for where he kept his sidearm.
H50: Shout
Steve looks at him in alarm; Danny's got his hands in the air, staring down at his t-shirt. Bright red stain. Steve snorts. "Forgot your bib today?"
"Fuck you very much." Danny puts down his shave ice cup on the coffee table and sits back again, holding his shirt out away from his chest. "Stupid fucking red flavour."
Steve licks his lips and sets down his beer quietly. "We've gotta get you out of that shirt," he says casually.
Trek: Bang a Gong
Spock was blinking at the lizard. "It uses some biological process to create projectiles and then uses its throat muscles to fire them at its prey." He glanced up at the trees. "The high iron deposits in the area may be related."
"It spits bullets," Jim snapped. He switched his phaser to 'kill'.
H50: IHTFP
"We're go for part two of the plan. Get them to bone."
Chin looked pained. "And how are we gonna do that?"
Kono ate her rice thoughtfully. "I was thinking we should lock them in a room together and let them out when they've sealed the deal. Maybe get them drunk first so they're more compliant. What do you think?"
"Well, now I know what to tell Auntie when she asks me why you're still single."
November
H50: Just Work Your Body and Let It Go
Danny felt punchy, didn't know if drinking would make him quiet and depressed or loud and horny that night, so he went to a bar just off the boardwalk. It was too dirty for tourists who wanted dancing and fruity cocktails but the beer specials drew locals of all kinds and some military, too. It was a good start, as far as Danny was concerned.
H50: Men Don't Make Passes...
Steve leaned into Danny's doorway to say something witty and cutting and instead was struck speechless. Danny was hunched over his desk, his sleeves rolled up, his tie loose and his tongue poking through his lips absently as he read through a file. He was also wearing glasses, and Steve watched raptly as he reached up to adjust them on his nose a little.
After a second, Danny said, "What," without even looking up.
Steve jumped out of his slouch, his jaw snapping shut again.
December
Um, so far a Yuletide fic and a Christmas fic which may be posted for Advent.
Total fics: 28
Total vids: 1
Total fandoms: 6 (Trek, Merlin, Sherlock Holmes (2009), BBC Sherlock, Hawaii 5-0, Disney)
Total series begun/continued/finished: 3
Total WIPs in progress: 2
Total completed fics: 28
Fics with Kirk/Spock: 16
Fics with Sherlock/Watson: 3
Fics with Steve/Danny: 5
Fics with porn: 6
Fics which were creepy: 2
Fics over 5000 words: 8
pineapple_infested kink meme fills: 6
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