Oh, writing myself into a wall. Fuck me. Not so much a wall as a big block, but we'll see. I apparently not only need a beta for SG1, but for CSI as well.

( The next chapter, possibly )

A possibly? Will eventually be posted to Callaphera's LJ. I'm thinking, for the purpose of ease, that she'll be getting the SG1 and WWE fictions, pepsicolagurl will be getting the CSI/CSI: Miami and everything else ( Read more... )

Title: Breaking Apart
Author: pepsicolagurl
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Prompt: 009. Broken
Character/Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Sam Carter
Rating: PG.
Word Count: 2126
Summary: He said that she would break. He was right.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Second part of a three part series. It's helpful to read part one The First Crack before this one. Takes place ( Read more... )

Title: The First Crack
Author: pepsicolagurl
Fandom: Stargate SG1
Prompt: 026. Breakable
Character/Pairing: Daniel Jackson/Sam Carter
Rating: G
Word Count: 1230
Summary: How long will it be until she breaks?
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: First part of a three part collection. Takes place in Season One, sometime between "Bloodlines" and "Fire and Water ( Read more... )

( All Sam, All Daniel, All the Time )

(Originally posted to fanfiction.netA copy of the forward to the story ( Read more... )

She sits alone, legs crossed, staring at the wall. There's nothing there to look at, just white, crisp blankness. No colors, nothing. Just white and perfect and pure. She feels the anger well up in her, the consuming rage that she knows all too well. She welcomes it, like always. It makes her comfortable. So much better to give into it than feel ( Read more... )

The tears burns as they roll down my face. My throat feels as if its been ripped in half, exposed to the air. I look ugly, I know I do. Hair falling in my face, red and running nose, features of my face pushed together until they look like one knot. None of it matters ( Read more... )

Just found this one kicking around in my files. I'm not sure what it's for, why I wrote it, but it's about a year and a half old. Huh.

We're back to where we started.

Fuck it.

They're just words. Words don't mean a damned thing. Love. Hate. Anger. Happiness. Just fucking words that don't make any sense whatsoever. No matter what you say, there's no ( Read more... )

The premise of Desire was a fan-fic that I always wanted to write. The idea that someone they knew was behind a new string of attacks, with another motive of their own of course, was an idea that just didn't want to leave my head. Unfortunately, I never did get around to finishing it. I don't know why.

It probably had something to do with the fact ( Read more... )