Stuff I Wrote in 2012: a list, with statistics
It's that time of year again! Shockingly, I posted fewer than 20 fics this whole year. I did write some longer ones, however. The links all go to AO3 as nothing has failed to be posted there this year; read the headers of each fic for warnings and ratings and things.
January
Sherlock: We'll take a cup of kindness yet
John was filling the silence with babble. "I mean, what happens when people die, after all?"
"They go in the ground or the furnace, when the government isn't stealing them." Sherlock took another sip of wine.
"Yes, but. What I mean is, you don't see them again. And that's the challenge. Living without them."
DW: Relative Dimensions
"Time AND space?"
Sherlock: Doctor and Mr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes (deceased) Cordially Invite You to Their Housewarming
"It was certainly an impressive sum of money for someone who needed a flatmate to rent from Mrs. Hudson," agreed John. "I didn't touch it. Mycroft's been looking after it, I suppose."
"Mycroft?" Sherlock sounded mortally offended. "Why would you do that?"
"Why would you spend three years touring the world while letting me think you were dead?" asked John. "Who the Christ knows?"
March
Fringe: My Love Has Concrete Feet (The Discordant Symphony Remix)
The attempt at a joke was about all Peter could take. "Lincoln, what kind of person professes to love someone and then goes and fucks everything up by having complicated feelings for other, different people?"
Lincoln looked perplexed. "A human person?"
May
Thor/Avengers: Don't You Know There's No Modern Romance
Coulson emerged from his office, leaning against his doorframe.
"So you still work for me," he said, "most of the time. But if Dr. Foster puts in a special request for your assistance then you're down in the labs for the duration of her need for you. At the end of which," he said emphatically, "you return to your duties here."
Darcy saluted him. "Proud to serve my country, sir!"
Avengers: fade in on a girl
Those long hauls are unpleasant to wrap up, too. It's one thing to kill a lecherous old businessman but it's another entirely when you also have to dispatch his wife and two children and jesus christ, sometimes even the cat, and make it look like an accident afterwards. The wives tend to require some brutality on Natasha's part; they don't always underestimate her so easily. When she's cleaning up one of those jobs, she wonders how families are a threat to Russia and how this fits into her patriotic duty. Maybe families are dangerous.
June
GenKill: Beggars and Thieves
"Do you know where he went?"
"Nope," said Mike, and who knew if it was the truth or not but it was all Brad was going to get from him. "All I do know is that the Captain's exactly who you think he is. He's done nothing. He hasn't sold out his country."
"So you think he's dead?" said Brad.
Mike shrugged. "I think he'd be hard to kill. He's a squirmy motherfucker."
GenKill: So It Goes
Thankfully, the first time Nate met Brad Colbert was more or less the first time Brad Colbert met Nate. Nate had just found himself in Camp Pendleton by way of his senior prom, his oversized cabin on the Navy ship he'd gone to Afghanistan on (full of other peoples' surfboards, Nate couldn't even surf), where he'd at least gotten a good night's sleep, a training exercise in OCS he'd only seen the first half of, and a party in college. He thought he might still be a tiny bit drunk.
GenKill: Everything Happens to Everybody, Sooner or Later
"So is this the moment where you tell me you're secretly married, or what?"
Nate almost choked on his scotch. "No," he rasped, putting the glass down on the coffee table. "I'm not sure if it's better or worse, though."
"Look, if you're breaking up with me, just spit it out."
This was not going right at all. "Brad, I'm a time traveller," Nate blurted.
July
GenKill: At the End of Your Life, You're Lucky If You Die
"We're shipping out in the next thirty hours," said Ahlstrom. "Conveying a Recon unit to the AO."
"Recon?" echoed Nate.
"You worked with them much before?" Ahlstrom asked. "They're a bunch of cocky fucks." He grinned.
"I'm sure it'll be an experience, sir," said Nate.
August
Avengers: I Wish I Could Buy Back the Woman You Stole
"Since when do you knit?" Clint asks, watching with interest.
"I'm learning," she says, frowning at the yarn and willing it not to slip, holding her hands steady so as not to pull out the delicate, freed loops before she can catch them on the needle again.
"Why?"
God, he sounds like a five-year-old. "Normal people have hobbies. Knitting is relaxing."
"Right," he says, drawing out the word and she knows without looking up at him that he's doing that patronizing nodding thing. "It's relaxing. That's why I can hear your teeth grinding from here."
TDKR: Sorrow Waited, Sorrow Won
It's inevitable that our meandering discussion should work its way back around to Miranda Tate herself: young, attractive, single and in charge. She's the object of adoration for a score of young women angling for Harvard Business School and her charitable works often have a feminist bent; how does she feel about the spotlight on her as she assaults the glass ceiling?
"I got tired a long time ago of being told there were things I couldn't do or couldn't be, because I was a girl." Her expression looks briefly haunted before her sunny disposition returns. "But there are always people on my side to support me, and for their sake I do the difficult things anyway."
September
GenKill: Brad Colbert Goes to Comic-Con
"Come on, you like nerd shit. You recognize these costumes. These are your people, Brad."
"That inbred crossdresser with the fairy sparkle tiara and the hairy legs is not my people," said Brad, pointing at him. He wanted to look away but he couldn't.
"That's Man Sailor Moon," said Ray, smirking over at him. "He's here every year."
October
Avengers: Until You Can't See Land
"Is it weird to kind of miss the desert?"
"Absolutely," said Clint.
"See, I find your instant response that I'm a freak kind of hurtful," said Darcy.
He sat up a little and looked at her over the top of his sunglasses. "I thought we were talking in generalities. But you are a freak," he amended.
November
Fringe: Till Human Voices Wake Us
"Special Agent Dunham, FBI," she said, showing her badge. "I understand you've had a string of disappearances."
"Who told you about those?" said the sheriff.
There was an awkward moment of silence. "Kidnapping is a felony," she reminded him.
"Nobody said they were kidnapped. Nobody said anything."
GenKill: If the Shoe Fits
"Sorry to interrupt your hangover," Nate went on, his voice oddly low and soothing to Brad's ears, "but I had an inquiry to make." And he held up a scuffed, black dress shoe.
Brad stared at it.
"Is this yours?" Nate prompted.
"Is that my shoe?" Brad echoed, squinting.
December
GenKill: Changing Whatever It Is I'm Changing Into
"You made bail. Up you get, Sunshine. Think about finding a shower."
Rudy had spent his last five bucks on Old Crow that afternoon so he definitely hadn't made bail; he stared at the officer until he was herded out into the street. It was starting to rain and the pavement shone in the streetlights; Rudy sighed and walked down the front steps of the precinct, feeling the thin spots in his shoes keenly when he stepped in puddles.
The man on his nine had just gotten out of a black sedan with his hands in his coat pockets, but there was no line of a concealed weapon under his raincoat so Rudy just eyed him.
Total fics: 17
Most prolific month: June (January had a 45 word fic, doesn't count)
Longest fic: Beggars and Thieves, at 19 136 words
Shortest fic: Relative Dimensions, at 45 words
Fics over 5k: 3
Fics over 10k: 1
Wordcount: 58 961
Fandom count: 6 (Avengers, Generation Kill, Fringe, Sherlock, The Dark Knight Rises, Doctor Who)
Most prolific fandom: Generation Kill
Fusions: 5
Fics with Brad/Nate: 5
Fics with Natasha: 4
Fics with a main character who is officially dead: 3
Fandoms new to me this year: 3
Months till Star Trek XII comes out: 4.5
My favourite fic this year: I'm pretty fond of most of them, actually! But my particular favourites are Beggars and Thieves, and Till Human Voices Wake Us. I found them both challenging but I liked how they turned out.
Here's to me finishing more stuff in 2013! Although it's pretty likely I will.
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January
Sherlock: We'll take a cup of kindness yet
John was filling the silence with babble. "I mean, what happens when people die, after all?"
"They go in the ground or the furnace, when the government isn't stealing them." Sherlock took another sip of wine.
"Yes, but. What I mean is, you don't see them again. And that's the challenge. Living without them."
DW: Relative Dimensions
"Time AND space?"
Sherlock: Doctor and Mr. John Watson and Sherlock Holmes (deceased) Cordially Invite You to Their Housewarming
"It was certainly an impressive sum of money for someone who needed a flatmate to rent from Mrs. Hudson," agreed John. "I didn't touch it. Mycroft's been looking after it, I suppose."
"Mycroft?" Sherlock sounded mortally offended. "Why would you do that?"
"Why would you spend three years touring the world while letting me think you were dead?" asked John. "Who the Christ knows?"
March
Fringe: My Love Has Concrete Feet (The Discordant Symphony Remix)
The attempt at a joke was about all Peter could take. "Lincoln, what kind of person professes to love someone and then goes and fucks everything up by having complicated feelings for other, different people?"
Lincoln looked perplexed. "A human person?"
May
Thor/Avengers: Don't You Know There's No Modern Romance
Coulson emerged from his office, leaning against his doorframe.
"So you still work for me," he said, "most of the time. But if Dr. Foster puts in a special request for your assistance then you're down in the labs for the duration of her need for you. At the end of which," he said emphatically, "you return to your duties here."
Darcy saluted him. "Proud to serve my country, sir!"
Avengers: fade in on a girl
Those long hauls are unpleasant to wrap up, too. It's one thing to kill a lecherous old businessman but it's another entirely when you also have to dispatch his wife and two children and jesus christ, sometimes even the cat, and make it look like an accident afterwards. The wives tend to require some brutality on Natasha's part; they don't always underestimate her so easily. When she's cleaning up one of those jobs, she wonders how families are a threat to Russia and how this fits into her patriotic duty. Maybe families are dangerous.
June
GenKill: Beggars and Thieves
"Do you know where he went?"
"Nope," said Mike, and who knew if it was the truth or not but it was all Brad was going to get from him. "All I do know is that the Captain's exactly who you think he is. He's done nothing. He hasn't sold out his country."
"So you think he's dead?" said Brad.
Mike shrugged. "I think he'd be hard to kill. He's a squirmy motherfucker."
GenKill: So It Goes
Thankfully, the first time Nate met Brad Colbert was more or less the first time Brad Colbert met Nate. Nate had just found himself in Camp Pendleton by way of his senior prom, his oversized cabin on the Navy ship he'd gone to Afghanistan on (full of other peoples' surfboards, Nate couldn't even surf), where he'd at least gotten a good night's sleep, a training exercise in OCS he'd only seen the first half of, and a party in college. He thought he might still be a tiny bit drunk.
GenKill: Everything Happens to Everybody, Sooner or Later
"So is this the moment where you tell me you're secretly married, or what?"
Nate almost choked on his scotch. "No," he rasped, putting the glass down on the coffee table. "I'm not sure if it's better or worse, though."
"Look, if you're breaking up with me, just spit it out."
This was not going right at all. "Brad, I'm a time traveller," Nate blurted.
July
GenKill: At the End of Your Life, You're Lucky If You Die
"We're shipping out in the next thirty hours," said Ahlstrom. "Conveying a Recon unit to the AO."
"Recon?" echoed Nate.
"You worked with them much before?" Ahlstrom asked. "They're a bunch of cocky fucks." He grinned.
"I'm sure it'll be an experience, sir," said Nate.
August
Avengers: I Wish I Could Buy Back the Woman You Stole
"Since when do you knit?" Clint asks, watching with interest.
"I'm learning," she says, frowning at the yarn and willing it not to slip, holding her hands steady so as not to pull out the delicate, freed loops before she can catch them on the needle again.
"Why?"
God, he sounds like a five-year-old. "Normal people have hobbies. Knitting is relaxing."
"Right," he says, drawing out the word and she knows without looking up at him that he's doing that patronizing nodding thing. "It's relaxing. That's why I can hear your teeth grinding from here."
TDKR: Sorrow Waited, Sorrow Won
It's inevitable that our meandering discussion should work its way back around to Miranda Tate herself: young, attractive, single and in charge. She's the object of adoration for a score of young women angling for Harvard Business School and her charitable works often have a feminist bent; how does she feel about the spotlight on her as she assaults the glass ceiling?
"I got tired a long time ago of being told there were things I couldn't do or couldn't be, because I was a girl." Her expression looks briefly haunted before her sunny disposition returns. "But there are always people on my side to support me, and for their sake I do the difficult things anyway."
September
GenKill: Brad Colbert Goes to Comic-Con
"Come on, you like nerd shit. You recognize these costumes. These are your people, Brad."
"That inbred crossdresser with the fairy sparkle tiara and the hairy legs is not my people," said Brad, pointing at him. He wanted to look away but he couldn't.
"That's Man Sailor Moon," said Ray, smirking over at him. "He's here every year."
October
Avengers: Until You Can't See Land
"Is it weird to kind of miss the desert?"
"Absolutely," said Clint.
"See, I find your instant response that I'm a freak kind of hurtful," said Darcy.
He sat up a little and looked at her over the top of his sunglasses. "I thought we were talking in generalities. But you are a freak," he amended.
November
Fringe: Till Human Voices Wake Us
"Special Agent Dunham, FBI," she said, showing her badge. "I understand you've had a string of disappearances."
"Who told you about those?" said the sheriff.
There was an awkward moment of silence. "Kidnapping is a felony," she reminded him.
"Nobody said they were kidnapped. Nobody said anything."
GenKill: If the Shoe Fits
"Sorry to interrupt your hangover," Nate went on, his voice oddly low and soothing to Brad's ears, "but I had an inquiry to make." And he held up a scuffed, black dress shoe.
Brad stared at it.
"Is this yours?" Nate prompted.
"Is that my shoe?" Brad echoed, squinting.
December
GenKill: Changing Whatever It Is I'm Changing Into
"You made bail. Up you get, Sunshine. Think about finding a shower."
Rudy had spent his last five bucks on Old Crow that afternoon so he definitely hadn't made bail; he stared at the officer until he was herded out into the street. It was starting to rain and the pavement shone in the streetlights; Rudy sighed and walked down the front steps of the precinct, feeling the thin spots in his shoes keenly when he stepped in puddles.
The man on his nine had just gotten out of a black sedan with his hands in his coat pockets, but there was no line of a concealed weapon under his raincoat so Rudy just eyed him.
Total fics: 17
Most prolific month: June (January had a 45 word fic, doesn't count)
Longest fic: Beggars and Thieves, at 19 136 words
Shortest fic: Relative Dimensions, at 45 words
Fics over 5k: 3
Fics over 10k: 1
Wordcount: 58 961
Fandom count: 6 (Avengers, Generation Kill, Fringe, Sherlock, The Dark Knight Rises, Doctor Who)
Most prolific fandom: Generation Kill
Fusions: 5
Fics with Brad/Nate: 5
Fics with Natasha: 4
Fics with a main character who is officially dead: 3
Fandoms new to me this year: 3
Months till Star Trek XII comes out: 4.5
My favourite fic this year: I'm pretty fond of most of them, actually! But my particular favourites are Beggars and Thieves, and Till Human Voices Wake Us. I found them both challenging but I liked how they turned out.
Here's to me finishing more stuff in 2013! Although it's pretty likely I will.
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