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boombangbing at 06:01pm on 04/08/2007
boombangbing at 06:01pm on 04/08/2007This fic meme is quite... eye-opening. I plundered my old laptop for fic, and woo-boy there's a lot of crap there. I've spared you the HP Mary Sue stuff 14/15 year old me wrote. There's just so much stuff I started and didn't finish that it's difficult to sift through them. These are the worst best.
Stargate
First off we've got my Sam/Daniel![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
1sentence claim from who knows how long ago. It's not actually that bad, I'm not sure why I gave up.
#01 - Ring
Daniel thinks about his dead wife when he feels particularily sadistic, he thinks how he never gave her a ring when they married, and when he slips a gold band on Sam’s index finger, she smiles up at him, but his mind still lingers on Sha’re.
#07 - Wings
“I thought you’d have wings,” Sam said, when Jack and Teal’c had left them alone, “Huh?” he said, turning to her, “You being ascended -- I thought...”
#36 - Laugh
Sam is laughing at some stupid movie when Daniel first kisses her, lunging forward and planting one full on her lips before jumping up and muttering something about needing a glass of water, Sam waits only a second before following him in.
#37 - Lies
“I lied,” Sam whispers to Daniel one night over a piece of ancient tchnology, “When I said there was nothing between us,” Daniel chuckles softly, “I know.”
I've had a long love affair with the AU. This one involves Rodney rather than Sam being in SG-1, and was going to follow them through their discovery of Atlantis. You'll notice I hadn't decided what machine McKay was getting extra power out of, and left it as '?'.
Jack was out cold asleep at 4.07am on a lovely summer’s day. Not that he would know that, being over 25 sub levels beneath Cheyenne Mountain. He’d just come back off a five day mission baby-sitting scientists on a naqahdah mining operation. The world was full of kids, and they hadn’t given him a moment’s rest. He’d headed straight for a guest room after a dull debriefing. He hadn’t even had a damn shower yet before he’d flopped onto the airforce issue bed. He was dreaming of The Simpsons. He was Homer and bizarrely, Daniel was Santa’s Little Helper. Someone rapped on the door. Jack woke immediately, glancing around, listening out for the ‘unauthorised off-world activation’ alarm, for a siren, for the fire alarm even. Nothing. Nada, zilch, zip.
“Colonel!” an obnoxious voice yelled through the heavy door.
Jack sighed. Fucking McKay.
“Colonel, this is very important!”
Jack rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. McKay’s idea of important and his varied hugely. Rodney thought getting half an hour’s extra power out of ? was news of the day. Jack reckoned imminent Goa’uld attack ranked pretty highly. He stood up, his knee complaining at the sudden shift of weight. He was getting old. He pulled on a pair of pants and a black t-shirt, and left the room. Rodney threw his arms up.
“At last.”
Jack glared down at the little man, and Rodney flinched away slightly.
McKay time travel piece. Big idea, not such big writing talent, apparently.
I really don’t know where to begin. Yeah, laugh it up, McKay is lost for words. It started two weeks ago. Two weeks. That’s how long it takes for everything we’ve done here to fall apart. Fuck, this is hard. I don’t want to explain, don’t want to BELIEVE...
Charmed/Stargate crossover. Just... why?
Daniel rolled over in bed, oblivious, as the white light filled his bedroom. It faded, leaving a man standing in the far corner. He walked around the bed and bent over Daniel.
“Daniel, wake up. Hey, wake up!”
Daniel grunted and turned his head more into his pillow.
“Daniel, for god’s sake, wake up.” The man shook his shoulder, and Daniel opened his eyes to slits.
“Go away, it’s not time to get up yet.” he mumbled. The man leaned in closer.
“It’s Leo, Daniel.”
Another crossover, this time House/Stargate. I had some pretty good ideas, but it never really got off first base.
Cuddy pushed the door marked ‘Dr Gregory House’ open. House had his feet on his desk, leaning back in his office chair.
“House.” she said as she walked up to the desk. He ignored her, of course.
“House.” she repeated sharply, leaning over the desk.
He raised his head, and opened one eye, leisurely pulling his earphones out.
“Sorry,” he said, sounding wholey insincere, “I didn’t hear you.”
Cuddy smiled thinly. “I need you to go to Colorado. I’m sure you’ve heard about the influenza bug sweeping the country. The doctors up there need some help.”
Harry Potter
One of those ten-a-penny Marauders go-into-the-future-OMG fics. This is an early one, look at the horrible formatting!
Remus leant over the table, his hand outstretched.
“Padfoot! Give it back!”
“No!” Sirius said, jumping out of his chair, holding the object out of Remus’s reach.
“Be careful with that. It’s very fragile!”
“Stop being an idiot mate, give it to him!” James said, looking up from his work.
“Okay, okay, catch!” Sirius threw it in the air, but misjudged how hard, and it flew straight over Remus, James and Peter’s heads. It slammed into the opposite wall and broke.
“Great, now look what you’ve don...” Remus stopped as a strange blue light filled the room. It only lasted for a second and then everything went back to normal, or almost normal.
James looked around “Does something seem different to you guys?”
“What?” Peter asked.
“I can’t put my finger on it, it’s just... feels different”
Some kind of Harry Potter fic where he goes into an alternate reality.
Harry thought back over the days events. On how stupid he’d been. It had been a perfectly nice day, Bill and Fleur’s wedding reception in fact. And then, Moody burst in, saying that Death Eaters had been spotted in Devon, and Harry, genius that he was, decided to deal with it. Avenge Dumbledore’s death and all that. On his own. Without telling anyone. It hadn’t exactly gone his way and that’s why he now found himself pinned to the ground by some unseen force in an old abandoned barn, with Malfoy standing over him. It had started well enough, he’d apparated to where the Death Eaters were, taken a couple of them down. But one against fifteen isn’t great odds and eventually someone had hit him with a disarming spell. He’d managed to get his wand back and make a run for it amid the confusion, but Draco had seen him.
Doctor Who
28 Days Later/9th crossover. This is the sum total of what I wrote for it.
The Doctor looked out of the first floor window of the spacious mansion he’d comandeered. The flat perfect manicured green lawns went on seemingly for miles. And was laced with mines, designed to catch a new breed of zombies, people infected by a blood disease known only as ‘rage’. This definitely fell under the category of not-good. Early part of the 21st century, the start of the digital age, people were supposed to be doing their shopping online, downloading their tv shows off the internet, listening to their iPods. Not running from red-eyed crazy people. Something extreme had happened to mess up the timeline on this one.
Firefly
Simon and River run into their parents. This actually got featured on the Firefly Talk podcast. God only knows why, since it sucks pretty much big time.
“Something bad is going to happen, something very, very bad.”
“What’s that, River?” Simon asked, distractedly, watching Kaylee load up the mule.
“Something bad is going to happen today.” she repeated.
“Ah, don’t start talkin’ like that, girl! Nothin’ bad is gonna happen.” Mal said, walking past her and down the ramp that was opened to a bright, sunny day on a planet on the outer edge of the core.
“It’s a lovely day, and more importantly, there be money to be made. Ain’t nothin’ bad gonna happen. You can trust, I am the Cap’n after all.”
Things that have a hope of being finished.
due South
Now, I actually kind of like this, I just got side-tracked with other things at the time.
The regular click and whir of the ventilator seemed to be keeping Ray alive as much as it was Fraser. Without that rhythm to hold onto, he was pretty sure he'd be on the floor – or, more likely, carted away to the funny farm.
Ray kept his head bowed, eyes closed, hands clasped in some sort of prayer without words, just a bone deep 'oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck' on repeat. He heard Diefenbaker shift in the corner of the room – how the mutt was allowed to stay he didn't know, must have charmed a nurse or something.
Part 5 of my superhero AU.
He'd carefully constructed a wall of folders around his desk. It helped keep people away from him, and his increasingly odd behaviour cut down dramatically on the amount of times he was approached. It didn't discourage Francesca, but what did? Honestly, it was as boring as hell at work. Red was becoming ever more allusive. Ray hadn't seen him in three weeks, but stories of his exploits continued to surface.
Harry Potter
Luna perched on stool, chewing on the end of her quill as the printing press whirred and clunked, spitting out pages of The Quibbler at random. In her lap she held a pile of parchments, on which she scratched out stretches with ink-stained fingers. She had found that drawing was a pleasurable way to pass the time while preparing the newspaper for publication.
DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILERS.
2017. December 23rd.
“This one is going to work.” Harry pulled the stopper out of a small glass bottle. “Hagrid sent me it, it's from Germany.”
Ginny eyed the sludgy green liquid. “Hagrid? Do you remember our 'Care of Magical Creatures' classes?”
He smiled and pulled his mask down (the potion was nearly toxic), indicating for the others to do the same. “Brace yourselves.”
He reached up and pulled the curtain back-
“MUDBLOOD SCUM! INTERLOPERS UPON THE GLORIOUS HOUSE OF BLACK! BLOOD TRAI-”
He doused the frame with the liquid, and withfour pairs of gloved hands, the group attempted to pry the hateful old woman off the wall.
“Uncle... Harry,” Teddy said through clenched teeth, one foot against the wall for leverage. “It's... not... coming.”
Stargate
This has to be done by next week. Joy.
In the end, the Ori did not invade, and neither did the Goa'uld, the Lucian Alliance or the Wraith. There was no glorious battle in which we emerged victorious. No, there was just no time before the human race effectively exterminated itself.
Stargate
First off we've got my Sam/Daniel
1sentence claim from who knows how long ago. It's not actually that bad, I'm not sure why I gave up.#01 - Ring
Daniel thinks about his dead wife when he feels particularily sadistic, he thinks how he never gave her a ring when they married, and when he slips a gold band on Sam’s index finger, she smiles up at him, but his mind still lingers on Sha’re.
#07 - Wings
“I thought you’d have wings,” Sam said, when Jack and Teal’c had left them alone, “Huh?” he said, turning to her, “You being ascended -- I thought...”
#36 - Laugh
Sam is laughing at some stupid movie when Daniel first kisses her, lunging forward and planting one full on her lips before jumping up and muttering something about needing a glass of water, Sam waits only a second before following him in.
#37 - Lies
“I lied,” Sam whispers to Daniel one night over a piece of ancient tchnology, “When I said there was nothing between us,” Daniel chuckles softly, “I know.”
I've had a long love affair with the AU. This one involves Rodney rather than Sam being in SG-1, and was going to follow them through their discovery of Atlantis. You'll notice I hadn't decided what machine McKay was getting extra power out of, and left it as '?'.
Jack was out cold asleep at 4.07am on a lovely summer’s day. Not that he would know that, being over 25 sub levels beneath Cheyenne Mountain. He’d just come back off a five day mission baby-sitting scientists on a naqahdah mining operation. The world was full of kids, and they hadn’t given him a moment’s rest. He’d headed straight for a guest room after a dull debriefing. He hadn’t even had a damn shower yet before he’d flopped onto the airforce issue bed. He was dreaming of The Simpsons. He was Homer and bizarrely, Daniel was Santa’s Little Helper. Someone rapped on the door. Jack woke immediately, glancing around, listening out for the ‘unauthorised off-world activation’ alarm, for a siren, for the fire alarm even. Nothing. Nada, zilch, zip.
“Colonel!” an obnoxious voice yelled through the heavy door.
Jack sighed. Fucking McKay.
“Colonel, this is very important!”
Jack rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. McKay’s idea of important and his varied hugely. Rodney thought getting half an hour’s extra power out of ? was news of the day. Jack reckoned imminent Goa’uld attack ranked pretty highly. He stood up, his knee complaining at the sudden shift of weight. He was getting old. He pulled on a pair of pants and a black t-shirt, and left the room. Rodney threw his arms up.
“At last.”
Jack glared down at the little man, and Rodney flinched away slightly.
McKay time travel piece. Big idea, not such big writing talent, apparently.
I really don’t know where to begin. Yeah, laugh it up, McKay is lost for words. It started two weeks ago. Two weeks. That’s how long it takes for everything we’ve done here to fall apart. Fuck, this is hard. I don’t want to explain, don’t want to BELIEVE...
Charmed/Stargate crossover. Just... why?
Daniel rolled over in bed, oblivious, as the white light filled his bedroom. It faded, leaving a man standing in the far corner. He walked around the bed and bent over Daniel.
“Daniel, wake up. Hey, wake up!”
Daniel grunted and turned his head more into his pillow.
“Daniel, for god’s sake, wake up.” The man shook his shoulder, and Daniel opened his eyes to slits.
“Go away, it’s not time to get up yet.” he mumbled. The man leaned in closer.
“It’s Leo, Daniel.”
Another crossover, this time House/Stargate. I had some pretty good ideas, but it never really got off first base.
Cuddy pushed the door marked ‘Dr Gregory House’ open. House had his feet on his desk, leaning back in his office chair.
“House.” she said as she walked up to the desk. He ignored her, of course.
“House.” she repeated sharply, leaning over the desk.
He raised his head, and opened one eye, leisurely pulling his earphones out.
“Sorry,” he said, sounding wholey insincere, “I didn’t hear you.”
Cuddy smiled thinly. “I need you to go to Colorado. I’m sure you’ve heard about the influenza bug sweeping the country. The doctors up there need some help.”
Harry Potter
One of those ten-a-penny Marauders go-into-the-future-OMG fics. This is an early one, look at the horrible formatting!
Remus leant over the table, his hand outstretched.
“Padfoot! Give it back!”
“No!” Sirius said, jumping out of his chair, holding the object out of Remus’s reach.
“Be careful with that. It’s very fragile!”
“Stop being an idiot mate, give it to him!” James said, looking up from his work.
“Okay, okay, catch!” Sirius threw it in the air, but misjudged how hard, and it flew straight over Remus, James and Peter’s heads. It slammed into the opposite wall and broke.
“Great, now look what you’ve don...” Remus stopped as a strange blue light filled the room. It only lasted for a second and then everything went back to normal, or almost normal.
James looked around “Does something seem different to you guys?”
“What?” Peter asked.
“I can’t put my finger on it, it’s just... feels different”
Some kind of Harry Potter fic where he goes into an alternate reality.
Harry thought back over the days events. On how stupid he’d been. It had been a perfectly nice day, Bill and Fleur’s wedding reception in fact. And then, Moody burst in, saying that Death Eaters had been spotted in Devon, and Harry, genius that he was, decided to deal with it. Avenge Dumbledore’s death and all that. On his own. Without telling anyone. It hadn’t exactly gone his way and that’s why he now found himself pinned to the ground by some unseen force in an old abandoned barn, with Malfoy standing over him. It had started well enough, he’d apparated to where the Death Eaters were, taken a couple of them down. But one against fifteen isn’t great odds and eventually someone had hit him with a disarming spell. He’d managed to get his wand back and make a run for it amid the confusion, but Draco had seen him.
Doctor Who
28 Days Later/9th crossover. This is the sum total of what I wrote for it.
The Doctor looked out of the first floor window of the spacious mansion he’d comandeered. The flat perfect manicured green lawns went on seemingly for miles. And was laced with mines, designed to catch a new breed of zombies, people infected by a blood disease known only as ‘rage’. This definitely fell under the category of not-good. Early part of the 21st century, the start of the digital age, people were supposed to be doing their shopping online, downloading their tv shows off the internet, listening to their iPods. Not running from red-eyed crazy people. Something extreme had happened to mess up the timeline on this one.
Firefly
Simon and River run into their parents. This actually got featured on the Firefly Talk podcast. God only knows why, since it sucks pretty much big time.
“Something bad is going to happen, something very, very bad.”
“What’s that, River?” Simon asked, distractedly, watching Kaylee load up the mule.
“Something bad is going to happen today.” she repeated.
“Ah, don’t start talkin’ like that, girl! Nothin’ bad is gonna happen.” Mal said, walking past her and down the ramp that was opened to a bright, sunny day on a planet on the outer edge of the core.
“It’s a lovely day, and more importantly, there be money to be made. Ain’t nothin’ bad gonna happen. You can trust, I am the Cap’n after all.”
Things that have a hope of being finished.
due South
Now, I actually kind of like this, I just got side-tracked with other things at the time.
The regular click and whir of the ventilator seemed to be keeping Ray alive as much as it was Fraser. Without that rhythm to hold onto, he was pretty sure he'd be on the floor – or, more likely, carted away to the funny farm.
Ray kept his head bowed, eyes closed, hands clasped in some sort of prayer without words, just a bone deep 'oh fuck. Fuck fuck fuck' on repeat. He heard Diefenbaker shift in the corner of the room – how the mutt was allowed to stay he didn't know, must have charmed a nurse or something.
Part 5 of my superhero AU.
He'd carefully constructed a wall of folders around his desk. It helped keep people away from him, and his increasingly odd behaviour cut down dramatically on the amount of times he was approached. It didn't discourage Francesca, but what did? Honestly, it was as boring as hell at work. Red was becoming ever more allusive. Ray hadn't seen him in three weeks, but stories of his exploits continued to surface.
Harry Potter
Luna perched on stool, chewing on the end of her quill as the printing press whirred and clunked, spitting out pages of The Quibbler at random. In her lap she held a pile of parchments, on which she scratched out stretches with ink-stained fingers. She had found that drawing was a pleasurable way to pass the time while preparing the newspaper for publication.
DEATHLY HALLOWS SPOILERS.
2017. December 23rd.
“This one is going to work.” Harry pulled the stopper out of a small glass bottle. “Hagrid sent me it, it's from Germany.”
Ginny eyed the sludgy green liquid. “Hagrid? Do you remember our 'Care of Magical Creatures' classes?”
He smiled and pulled his mask down (the potion was nearly toxic), indicating for the others to do the same. “Brace yourselves.”
He reached up and pulled the curtain back-
“MUDBLOOD SCUM! INTERLOPERS UPON THE GLORIOUS HOUSE OF BLACK! BLOOD TRAI-”
He doused the frame with the liquid, and withfour pairs of gloved hands, the group attempted to pry the hateful old woman off the wall.
“Uncle... Harry,” Teddy said through clenched teeth, one foot against the wall for leverage. “It's... not... coming.”
Stargate
This has to be done by next week. Joy.
In the end, the Ori did not invade, and neither did the Goa'uld, the Lucian Alliance or the Wraith. There was no glorious battle in which we emerged victorious. No, there was just no time before the human race effectively exterminated itself.
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