IiPs - Ideas in Progress
Mostly sticking these here for my own reference, so that I can go back later and look at all the things I didn’t write. (Or, less likely, how long it took to get from idea to story.)
H50: agents and their handlers
(This might require a suspension of disbelief. On the other hand, secret agents!)
So, Steve is an agent - specialty: getting in and out of difficult places leaving behind only a dead target. Danny’s his handler - the one who collects all the intelligence beforehand and surveys the operation using a range of technical means. Just, okay, the idea of Danny and Steve in hostile environments, when all they can rely on is each other? Glorious. Also, bickering over comms while Steve is sneaking into enemy places.
Their first meeting is at the agency’s headquarters, of course, in an office setting. Steve is late and wearing his usual casual clothes, and Danny takes one look at him and asks their boss, “You’re kidding me, right? Chin, I’m a professional. I’m the best handler you have, and you’re telling me that this is my new charge? He’s wearing cargo pants, for heaven’s sake. You are not pairing me up with someone who dresses like he’s playing cops and robbers.”
“Steve is good at what he does, Danny. As good as you are, trust me.” Chin leans back with a wide smile. “You should be evenly matched.”
Steve, having watched the exchange with an amused curl to his mouth (and okay, it is a pretty mouth, Danny has to give him that, but that is not the fucking issue right now), comes forward. When they shake hands, he gives Danny’s tie a slightly derisive glance and Jesus, Chin must be out of his fucking mind because there is no way this partnership will work. No way in hell.
Only it does.
H50: how Danny joined H50 (V.2)
Danny’s a State attorney, not a cop. When Grace was born, he and Rachel needed money, so Danny cancelled police training and instead started working as an assistant at a law firm, which eventually got him in a position that the company financed his studies while he in parallel continued to work for them - an investment into the future, from a company point of view. Only the double strain of work and studies broke up Rachel and Danny’s marriage. She met Stan, moved to Hawaii, Danny followed as a State Attorney. Which is when they actual story begins.
Danny’s working a high-profile case, the kind of case that means even while having Grace for the weekend, he has to make a quick stop at prison to pick up some files. It’ll only take a minute and Grace is sleeping on the backseat, so he doesn’t wake her. Unfortunately, that’s when there’s an orchestrated break-out that doesn’t go entirely according to plan. Danny’s car is a convenient escape vehicle and Grace is a convenient hostage.
Danny, of course, is livid; by the time H50 arrives in the form of Steve, Kono, Chin and Benjamin, he’s already lined up all witnesses and is basically a focused mess. Even though he hardly slept due to negotiating his case the night before, he insists on being there, being at the scene and at H50’s office until news come in. (He also threatens Steve that if anything happens to Grace, Steve’s a dead man.)
Eventually, Danny falls asleep on a couch in Steve’s office. He wakes up to the news that the kidnappers called to discuss terms of them leaving the island unhindered and with all evidence in exchange for Grace. (This would also mean that Danny wouldn’t necessarily have to be a State attorney, but I really like the idea of Danny bringing something different to the table; even in the show, he’s the one who’s always assessing the evidence and whether it’s enough.) Anyway, it’s Danny who has to do the exchange, and he nearly gets shot. It’s only because of one of Steve’s spontaneous stunts that both Grace and Danny come out alive, and during the meeting with the kidnappers, Danny decides they were remarkably well informed about H50’s plans. In his typical diplomatic manner, he tells Steve there’s a mole in his team and that he really, really hopes it isn't Steve himself because he can do without a ninja trying to kill him for knowing too much, thanks.
They investigate.
This one is pretty action-driven, I suppose. I really like the general idea because it would lead to scenes like Steve watching Danny sleep after Danny finally dozed off from sheer exhaustion, and Steve giving Danny permission to kill him should something happen to Grace, and Danny learning to trust Steve and the other way round. So, yeah. I really like the concept, but I’m not sure the execution would be painless.
Merlin: Vampires!
(This idea is why I want to sign up for paperlegends. There is a 30k word minimum!)
Arthur: jaded, bored, also: vampire originating in Renaissance times. Merlin: just your average university student living in a ratty flat in London, but with the kind of brilliant smile that catches Arthur’s attention one night in a club. Arthur’s looking to feed, and he prefers to feed on the cheerful ones, the ones who will smile right until he sinks his teeth into their neck, the ones who will wake up the next morning in their own bed feeling a little dazed and unsteady, as if someone slipped them a roofie, but who will forget about it in favor of breakfast and launching themselves into the new day.
So, a brilliant smile is all it takes for Arthur to lean in and utter, “Meet me outside in five minutes.” And Merlin, Merlin turns to look at him, giving him a blatant once-over followed by a smirk and a headshake. “Look,” he says, “you’re pretty, okay, so I get that you might not hear the word ‘no’ a lot. But I’m really not that easy.”
Arthur doesn’t hear the word ‘no’ a lot - not from humans who obey his commands because that’s what humans do; they obey. Younger, weaker vampires sometimes need physical contact to increase the impact of their orders, but Arthur hasn’t met any human strong enough to resist him in two centuries. He’s annoyed and maybe a little intrigued. Arthur hasn’t been intrigued in a long time.
Only when he reaches out to touch Merlin’s wrist and reinstate his command, it’s like being submerged in cool water; most of his senses are dulled (noise of the club muted, smells almost gone, his vision suddenly impaired by the lack of light) with only his sense of touch feeling strangely enhanced. He feels human.
Right up until Merlin jerks his arm away - then everything is back to normal, the noise raging and a wide range of smells attacking his nose. Merlin steps back with a fierce glare and ducks away, into the crowd.
And so it starts.
Original slash: Paris!
(I have never finished an original story, although I wrote a few beginnings. This is not likely to change.)
One’s the son of the US Ambassador to France who only just moved to Paris - Cedric. The other’s a member of a street gang who knows every corner and tiny alley of the city - Jerome. (“Of course your name’s Jerome,” Cedric says rather dismissively when they finally exchange names. “Half the boys in this city are names Jerome.”) They meet because Jerome is trying to steal Cedric’s wallet and would have been successful if it weren’t for Cedric’s bodyguard.
This entry was originally posted here (Dreamwidth), so feel free to comment at the place of your choice.
H50: agents and their handlers
(This might require a suspension of disbelief. On the other hand, secret agents!)
So, Steve is an agent - specialty: getting in and out of difficult places leaving behind only a dead target. Danny’s his handler - the one who collects all the intelligence beforehand and surveys the operation using a range of technical means. Just, okay, the idea of Danny and Steve in hostile environments, when all they can rely on is each other? Glorious. Also, bickering over comms while Steve is sneaking into enemy places.
Their first meeting is at the agency’s headquarters, of course, in an office setting. Steve is late and wearing his usual casual clothes, and Danny takes one look at him and asks their boss, “You’re kidding me, right? Chin, I’m a professional. I’m the best handler you have, and you’re telling me that this is my new charge? He’s wearing cargo pants, for heaven’s sake. You are not pairing me up with someone who dresses like he’s playing cops and robbers.”
“Steve is good at what he does, Danny. As good as you are, trust me.” Chin leans back with a wide smile. “You should be evenly matched.”
Steve, having watched the exchange with an amused curl to his mouth (and okay, it is a pretty mouth, Danny has to give him that, but that is not the fucking issue right now), comes forward. When they shake hands, he gives Danny’s tie a slightly derisive glance and Jesus, Chin must be out of his fucking mind because there is no way this partnership will work. No way in hell.
Only it does.
H50: how Danny joined H50 (V.2)
Danny’s a State attorney, not a cop. When Grace was born, he and Rachel needed money, so Danny cancelled police training and instead started working as an assistant at a law firm, which eventually got him in a position that the company financed his studies while he in parallel continued to work for them - an investment into the future, from a company point of view. Only the double strain of work and studies broke up Rachel and Danny’s marriage. She met Stan, moved to Hawaii, Danny followed as a State Attorney. Which is when they actual story begins.
Danny’s working a high-profile case, the kind of case that means even while having Grace for the weekend, he has to make a quick stop at prison to pick up some files. It’ll only take a minute and Grace is sleeping on the backseat, so he doesn’t wake her. Unfortunately, that’s when there’s an orchestrated break-out that doesn’t go entirely according to plan. Danny’s car is a convenient escape vehicle and Grace is a convenient hostage.
Danny, of course, is livid; by the time H50 arrives in the form of Steve, Kono, Chin and Benjamin, he’s already lined up all witnesses and is basically a focused mess. Even though he hardly slept due to negotiating his case the night before, he insists on being there, being at the scene and at H50’s office until news come in. (He also threatens Steve that if anything happens to Grace, Steve’s a dead man.)
Eventually, Danny falls asleep on a couch in Steve’s office. He wakes up to the news that the kidnappers called to discuss terms of them leaving the island unhindered and with all evidence in exchange for Grace. (This would also mean that Danny wouldn’t necessarily have to be a State attorney, but I really like the idea of Danny bringing something different to the table; even in the show, he’s the one who’s always assessing the evidence and whether it’s enough.) Anyway, it’s Danny who has to do the exchange, and he nearly gets shot. It’s only because of one of Steve’s spontaneous stunts that both Grace and Danny come out alive, and during the meeting with the kidnappers, Danny decides they were remarkably well informed about H50’s plans. In his typical diplomatic manner, he tells Steve there’s a mole in his team and that he really, really hopes it isn't Steve himself because he can do without a ninja trying to kill him for knowing too much, thanks.
They investigate.
This one is pretty action-driven, I suppose. I really like the general idea because it would lead to scenes like Steve watching Danny sleep after Danny finally dozed off from sheer exhaustion, and Steve giving Danny permission to kill him should something happen to Grace, and Danny learning to trust Steve and the other way round. So, yeah. I really like the concept, but I’m not sure the execution would be painless.
Merlin: Vampires!
(This idea is why I want to sign up for paperlegends. There is a 30k word minimum!)
Arthur: jaded, bored, also: vampire originating in Renaissance times. Merlin: just your average university student living in a ratty flat in London, but with the kind of brilliant smile that catches Arthur’s attention one night in a club. Arthur’s looking to feed, and he prefers to feed on the cheerful ones, the ones who will smile right until he sinks his teeth into their neck, the ones who will wake up the next morning in their own bed feeling a little dazed and unsteady, as if someone slipped them a roofie, but who will forget about it in favor of breakfast and launching themselves into the new day.
So, a brilliant smile is all it takes for Arthur to lean in and utter, “Meet me outside in five minutes.” And Merlin, Merlin turns to look at him, giving him a blatant once-over followed by a smirk and a headshake. “Look,” he says, “you’re pretty, okay, so I get that you might not hear the word ‘no’ a lot. But I’m really not that easy.”
Arthur doesn’t hear the word ‘no’ a lot - not from humans who obey his commands because that’s what humans do; they obey. Younger, weaker vampires sometimes need physical contact to increase the impact of their orders, but Arthur hasn’t met any human strong enough to resist him in two centuries. He’s annoyed and maybe a little intrigued. Arthur hasn’t been intrigued in a long time.
Only when he reaches out to touch Merlin’s wrist and reinstate his command, it’s like being submerged in cool water; most of his senses are dulled (noise of the club muted, smells almost gone, his vision suddenly impaired by the lack of light) with only his sense of touch feeling strangely enhanced. He feels human.
Right up until Merlin jerks his arm away - then everything is back to normal, the noise raging and a wide range of smells attacking his nose. Merlin steps back with a fierce glare and ducks away, into the crowd.
And so it starts.
Original slash: Paris!
(I have never finished an original story, although I wrote a few beginnings. This is not likely to change.)
One’s the son of the US Ambassador to France who only just moved to Paris - Cedric. The other’s a member of a street gang who knows every corner and tiny alley of the city - Jerome. (“Of course your name’s Jerome,” Cedric says rather dismissively when they finally exchange names. “Half the boys in this city are names Jerome.”) They meet because Jerome is trying to steal Cedric’s wallet and would have been successful if it weren’t for Cedric’s bodyguard.
This entry was originally posted here (Dreamwidth), so feel free to comment at the place of your choice.