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hello from the mostly absent ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) alienorx. That past year has not been terribly kind to me. Okay, the last four years haven't been all that great. But in the last year I've had to leave my grad program, was diagnosed with Fibromyalgia, and I'm sitting on an increasingly shaky financial ledge. I am currently applying for disability, but that won't happen fast enough to keep my electricity on or keep the gas going, or to keep my car.
I'm not expecting anything here, but if you do have some money, no matter how little, I know that my cat and I would appreciate it. Well, I will anyway...Xander's a big freak.
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Written for the 2007 Lyric Wheel.
A diplomat, a general, and a bad day walk into a bar.
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more bits of supernatural/grey's anatomy.
Title: Orphea
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Because no-one can keep a secret, Izzie finds out about the Denny look-alike...
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"You're not him."
John blinked. Or tried, his eyelids felt heavy, sticky and raw. And when he tried to say something, he started to choke.
"Don't. You've got a tube...hold it." Soft hands reached around and removed the tube, gently lifting the tape from his face.
The voice and the hands belonged to a pretty, okay stunning blonde woman. John gestured towards the waiting water pitcher and the woman offered him a cup, helping him steady his hands.
As weird things went, this didn't even hit a 1 on his chart.
"Who am I not?"
As if she were talking to a still unconcious man, she continued without answering his question.
"I know you're not him. Your blood type is different. You've never had heart surgery, you have a hundred scars he doesn't have and besides, I've seen his corpse. He's very much dead but you look like him and that's pretty freaking weird."
Her voice rose as the words pushed out. John felt the grief roll off her in waves, crashing into him and settling, like an old friend, like the tide meeting the shore.
"Izzie." A voice in the doorway. A doctor, another young pretty blonde came in and looked at this Izzie with sorrow in her eyes.
"He woke up."
"Yeah."
Izzie seemed to slump, her grief and anger subsiding into something softer. This time when she looked at John, she saw him, not this dead guy.
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I can't stress knit because my knitting is at home, so I write. apocalypsos gave me ideas with her SPN/GA crossovers (LOVE!). Not really a fic here, just a little thinking out loud on the computer in words.
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In a bizarre twist of fate, John ends up at Seattle Grace with his boys, no Impala, no demon, and a whole load of unanswered questions. And he’s not the only one…
::medical nonsense::
“No, seriously, he does.”
“Don’t be stupid. He’s dead. He’s in the morgue right now, wanna go see?”
“Will you just look?”
George pulled a relunctant Cristina into the room. When turned the lights on low, Cristina took a step forward and whispered, “Holy shit.”
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Aug. 1st, 2006 @ 04:24 am
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The drabble titles come from Agatha Christie novels.
Supernatural – 142 words
Prompt: Absent in the Spring
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SGA – 150 words
The Man in the Brown Suit
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Aug. 1st, 2006 @ 02:37 am
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Because reading about French Feminism is hard when you have this running through your brain...This isn't really meant to be a complete fic, just a bit of a flirtation with something that's been bugging me. Spoilers for the movie, duh. Unbeated.
( Richard walked slowly around the plane. He touched the smooth fiberglass with his hand, caressing the sides, the tail, and finally the nose as he circled the machine. )
Jul. 13th, 2006 @ 10:36 pm
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| » Ah, sgacrack! - Momma Told Me There'd Be Days Like This (1/?) |
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See, I was brushing my teeth, ready to rest up for another long day of translating medieval Latin and reading hagiographies, when this idea wrestled me to the ground, stole all my clothes, and ran away. So I had to run right after it and do something about it, ya know, to get my clothes back.
Title: Momma Told Me There'd Be Days Like This (1/?)
Author: alienorx
Rating: PG-13, for now
Summary: You know how there are all those SGA (or insert your own fandom) High School AU stories? Well, um, this is just like that. Except how here, John and Rodney are high school professors. (It's okay if that makes you laugh 'till you pee. I understand.)
Pairing: Inevitably, McShep, but goodness only knows what might show up should I ever finish it.
Notes: I have no idea if I'll finish this. Once upon a time, I loathed WIPs and vowed to never again start them. Apparently, my new-project-every-day attitude towards knitting has finally impinged upon my fannishness. Woe! Unbetaed because it's 4:22 A.M. and seriously, if it's finished, it will be reposted after a serious shakedown. No facts have been checked, la la la.
( John groaned. At the end of the day, he'd promised Mr. Kowalski that he'd sub for his 2nd year Physics class, since John's English sub gig was finished and the advanced Physics teacher taught a class at the same time. He'd been eager to do it at the time, but now it was 7:30 A.M., his Dart motorcycle wouldn't start, and he'd just watched Ford zoom off in his boyfriend's sparkling new BMW. Stupid ex-boyfriends and their new, older Scottish Daddy-wannabes. )
Feb. 19th, 2006 @ 04:38 am
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that someone else's crackfic will come out BEFORE your brilliant crackfic and all will be lost?
just me? figures.
I have 3 or 4 crackfic ideas a day (and I no longer count the CSI Victorian Crack AU that I have in progress, because at 16 pages and no end in sight, that's not an "idea" but "fucking crazy"). Now, I don't flesh all that many out. But I have been fleshing an SGA idea out, because between graduate school, life, and graduate school, I have SO MUCH free time.
So, here's SGA crackfic, a wee taste and the general idea.
( On a Saturday morning in Jaunary, Rodney woke up to Cat kneading his chest, which meant it was time to wake up and do something constructive, like grade papers or write to John but he'd probably end up just writing John because seriously, it was Saturday and who the hell wanted to grade papers on a rare, sunny January morning in Colorado? )
Rodney and John were in undergrad together, but John didn't do the
military, because OMG, loves Rodney, much to the disappointment of his
father, but John goes into...AEROSPACE ENGINEERING. on the side, he
gets involved in a goverment project, and THAT's what puts him on that
Blackhawk, he's all in Iraq as like an independent contractor who's
also been working with the goverment on the Stargate project,
unbeknownst (i love that word) to Rodney, who'd been coming closer to
realizing that this whole Atlantis thing could happen and that would
meen leaving John behind.
so like fastforward ten years (oh why
not, let's say John was captured not by Iraqis...but by a System Lord
who implants John with a goauld and they run around being evil and
using the knowledge in John's head until...um, O'Neill recognizes him
and they help remove the snake. the snake had some sort of knowledge of
Atlantis and teh Wraith and that's how John ends up there, completely
bitter and hard and his memories of Rodney are shakey at best due to
the evil snake).
AND THEN WACKINESS ENSUES.
i wonder if
i could stick a kid in here somewhere...i know, John and Rodney had
been thinking about kids, they'd deposited sperm, and lalaala, kid in
Atlantis, with John's smirk and Rodney's big brain and a complete
disregard for authority.
((have i mentioned that i can blame good portions of this on someone else? i will credit her if she decided she's willing to admit that she knows me, ha!))
there's more, like how the kid (i need a good wacky dorky name that starts with J, so that the kid can decide that he wants to be called Jack, because he hero-worships Jack O'Neill, much to Rodney's abject horror) comes to Atlantis when dependents are allowed through (it's a colony! right!) and John's on the same trip. Once John was de-wormed (::snicker::), memories flooded back in but he's wicked fucked up from 10 years with a snake, but he hacks the bases computer (he's smrrrrt) and finds out that Rodney had a son, and all details go dead after that and there's nothing left to hack (i'm imagining that the info's on a dedicated Atlantis server or something, off base). John's hurt, imagining that Rodney met someone and had a child or SOMETHING and more bitterness sets in. O'Neill totally badgers him into going to Atlantis, but John doesn't know that Rodney's there (dead detail trail) and no one knew that they'd been together.
he stays to himself on the Dadealus, but does overhear the kid trying to give some Marines the slip. he's all "kids these days" and keeps reading his book (War and Peace..didn't have a lot of time to read while en-snaked).
oh! also, before the kid started insisting he be called "Jack", Rodney let him name the cat, who comes after Cat in the little intro above, Jack. leading to wacky Indiana Jones type hijinks. "You named him after the cat??" "No, don't be an imbecile. I named the cat after General O'Neill. My Jack just liked it better than his birth name, the ungrateful demon." "Gee, Rodney, you sound like a terrific father."
Feb. 13th, 2006 @ 12:26 am
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