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The 100 fanfic: Heaven Can’t Wait

heavencantwaitThe 100 | [PG-13]
Canon divergent. With the Apocalypse banging at their door, the Arkadians and what’s left of Trikru take refuge in the remains of Alpha Station and hope for the best.

Over 500 souls crammed into a tin can, but there’s only one that has Bellamy wrapped around her little fingers. Written for Camp NaNo: heaven.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 – Can’t Save Everyone
Chapter 2 – One Live Saved Is One Life Saved
Chapter 3 – Not Alone Anymore
Chapter 4 – Don’t Get Attached
Chapter 5 – Finally Got Something Right
Chapter 6 – A Little Sidetracked
Chapter 7 – I Think She Likes You
Chapter 8 – Baby Whisperer
Chapter 9 – In Too Deep
Chapter 10 – Can We Keep Her?

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Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

I’ve been editing this story from April 2017 camp.

“After yesterday, I didn’t think you’d come.” He looks away, biting his lip.

“We had a fight. We fight all of the time–it’s kind of what our entire friendship is built on.”

“We’re friends?” he asks, still with that small voice.

How could he not know that?

Red vs Blue fic: Nightlight


561 words | [G]
There are still a lot Wash has to learn about the inner workings of Blue base now that Epsilon is gone. Like Caboose’s sleeping habits.

The knock on the door is light. For a moment, Wash isn’t sure he heard anything, but there it is again. A soft tap, tap, tap. He rolls over, checking the time on his computer terminal. 0124.

“This better be important,” he grumbles, hauling himself out of bed. “I was sleeping good. Sort of.”

He’s ready to dress-down the idiot waking him up, but it’s Caboose standing there, shifting from foot to foot and fiddling with the edge of his t-shirt.


“Oh, hey, Agent Washington. Did I wake you up?”

“Yes, you did. It’s one-thirty in the morning, Caboose. What’s wrong?”

“Oh.” He pulls on the hem so hard it tears. His shoulders slump. “I was just kind of having a problem.”

Wash’s brain is still fuzzy from sleep, and he really doesn’t feel like dealing with Caboose tonight, but he pulls in all his frustration. “What kind of problem?” Read more…

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 26

<< Chapter Twenty-Five | Table of Contents | Chapter Twenty-Seven >>


Chapter Twenty-Six – Treading on Dangerous Ground

Nicole’s quarters are on the far side of the station. As they walk, Cara attempts to teach Heaven how to skip. The younger girl tries enthusiastically but only manages to run, stop and hop with both feet. Cara finds it hilarious and keeps trying. When Bellamy glances at Nicole, she has a wistful smile on her face. She’s a great mom.

“So where are they moving you to?” he asks as they turn the corner into one of the residential areas. Cara grabs Heaven’s hand and pulls her towards a door decorated with magnets.

Nicole punches in the lock code. “Only up one level. It shouldn’t be too hard of a move.”

Bellamy frowns. “B deck? That’s mostly single rooms.”

“I know.”

“They know you’re having another baby, right?”

She laughs. “Actually, we volunteered. With the influx of new Grounder families, they needed the extra space.”

Bellamy looks around the room—it’s about the size of the one he grew up in so he knows how crowded it is already with just three of them. Adding another child would have made things tight, but now they are moving to an even smaller one? That’s going to be rough with two kids. Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

From an unpublished fluff fic. Caboose tries to explain his fear of the dark to an exhausted Wash.

“It’s not the dark that’s scary, but the not being able to see anything. Church used to… sometimes he would stay with me and be glowy so it wasn’t so scary. He wouldn’t talk unless to tell me to stop snoring, but he would stay. Then I had a flashlight. It wasn’t as good as glowy Church. It died.”

…just like Church. 😦

The 100 fic: Won’t Say I Told You So (But I Totally Did)


1780 words | [PG]
Things would run a lot smoother in camp if people would just get their heads out of their asses and listen to Clarke. And by “people” she means Bellamy.
Takes place in the first weeks on the ground but without them ever contacting the Ark.

The sun breaks through the canopy of leaves, dappling the ground in pools of light and shadow, and a warm breeze flutters Clarke’s hair as she strolls down the ramp of the dropship. She’s been making rounds all morning—checking on the other kids to see if anyone needs anything—and there’s just one name left on her list.

Clarke finds Bellamy a few minutes later, following the sound of thwacking she hears in the distance. She watches him from the cover of the trees as he uses his hatchet to carve a little wedge out of one side of a tree. He pauses long enough to pull off his shirt, dabbing at his sweaty face, before he goes to work on the other side of the trunk.

She tries not to stare, but she’s suddenly overly fascinated with the way his muscles move under his skin. Her heart rate kicks up a notch. Not something she wants. This is Bellamy after all.

He spins the hatchet in his hand, glaring at the tree. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer,” he says suddenly.

Clarke jumps—embarrassed at being caught. He shoots her a satisfied smirk then slams the hatchet into the tree once more. A good kick sends it toppling. When he doesn’t say anything else, Clarke clears her throat, coming a few steps closer.

Bellamy picks up his bottle of water and sucks it dry. “What do you want? Besides to ogle me?” Read more…

Six Sentences on Sunday

sixsentences~~ Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project —published, in progress, for your cat — whatever. ~~

With a huff of frustration, she threw off her blankets and chucked the pillow at her door then kicked and smacked the mattress under her. It wasn’t any more impressed than the door. The clock on her desk told her it was 2:20. She was laying there, considering her options (which mostly consisted of her sleeping in her headphones with active noise cancellation or homicide–a tough decision in her circumstances) when a loud cheer came from down the hall.

The party wasn’t ending any time soon. Homicide it was.

Heaven Can’t Wait – Chapter 25

<< Chapter Twenty-FourTable of Contents | Chapter Twenty-Six >>


Chapter Twenty-Five – They’re All Going To Be Fine

They wander down to the mess hall—Bellamy’s heart up in his throat. He keeps smiling at Heaven as she skips next to him, but his nerves are shot. What if his friends are there? What if people stare? What if Indra decides to just take her away then?

So what? She’s hungry so it doesn’t matter. You suck it up and get her some food. Because that’s what paren-

He cuts the thought off before it can go further. The mess hall, thankfully, is mostly empty except for a group of chairs in a semi-circle in the corner—children crawling all over them, laughing and shouting.

Right, story time. Is it really 10 a.m. already? He doesn’t have a watch, and his internal clock has been out of whack for days.

Heaven notices the kids, too, pulling him in their direction. He bites back a groan. He was hoping to just grab some food and go back to their quarters. Read more…

June Goals

Recap from May:

Reading: Nothing. F
Writing: Wrote chapters 27-32. Kept my streak. Missed writing 100 words three days. Not bad.  A
Finishing/Editing: Completely finished and posted chapters 23-25 but only partially rewrote 26 and haven’t touched 27. A-
Posting: I posted six chapters so not as many as I’d wanted. On the other hand, I posted seven other stories so that kind of makes up for it. A-

The F is bringing the grade down, but I’d give myself a solid B for May. I slipped on Heaven chapters but finished up a bunch of other stuff.

May Goals:


  • read four books to make up for missing February’s goal
  • read four books to make up for missing March’s goal
  • read four books to make up for missing April’s goal
  • read four books to make up for missing May’s goal
  • read four books for my Goodreads challenge


  • write every day in my writing journal/keep my streak going
  • at least 100 words every day
  • write chapters 33 & 34 of Heaven Can’t Wait
  • fill two Writerverse prompts


  • rewrite/ready chapters 26-31
  • rewrite/1st edits chapter 32
  • finish and/or edit four other stories


May Round-up

All things reading and writing.


Still nothing… I’m so awful. I haven’t read a book since January. BUT I’ve been reading a lot of fanfic. That counts for something, right?




I didn’t make the monthly goal. Missed it by about 1,600 words, but I’m okay with that. I’m still over 13k words ahead for the year. I’ve been super tired with nearly constant headaches that have squashed my creativity. I skipped writing for three days then only did editing (under 100 words) for three others at the end of the month. I ended up with 28,094 words for the month which brings the yearly total to 158,451 words.


Streak: My streak is now at 516 days (since January 1, 2017)!


I did really good here. I finished revising three chapters Heaven Can’t Wait and started editing a fourth. I finished a few random Red vs Blue fics and edited one of those. Revised two of the 2017 April Camp NaNo stories. AND I went back and found two old SG-1 fics from 2014 I finished by never revised so I got those out there. Despite slacking on the Heaven chapters, I got quite a bit done this month.


Seven stories and six chapters posted in May.

Heaven Can’t Wait:

Shut Up and Dance (Red vs Blue)
Burnt Toast (Red vs Blue)
Weather the Storm With You (The 100)
Running Out of Reasons to Pretend (The 100)
Take This Job and Shove It (Stargate SG-1)
Just to See You Smile (Stargate SG-1)
Midnight in the Garden of Our Past Lives (Red vs Blue)

[I’m really quite proud of the titles for May’s stories, lol.]

Red vs Blue fic: Midnight in the Garden of Our Past Lives


1440 words | [PG-13]
It’s late, and Wash can’t sleep. But he’s not the only one. Maybe what him and Carolina really need is someone to talk them through the dark night. Cuddling also works.

Wash isn’t sleeping anyway when he hears Carolina call out from the room across the hall. He stares blankly at the gray ceiling trying to ignore the sobs—she would hate to know he was listening. But the sound is a knife through his heart in more than one way. Still, he doesn’t move because she’d probably kick him in the balls if he tried to play the half-assed hero with her. Carolina is no damsel in distress.

But when the noise from her room fades, he silently slips from his bed. Wash is the only one that knows the code to her lock, and the soft click of it disengaging sounds abnormally loud in the late night. He waits for Carolina to throw open the door, gun in hand. Or something equally dramatic, but it’s quiet. He’s not sure if that’s a good thing or bad.

He finds her sitting in bed, knees to her chest, staring into the dark. “Hey,” she says without looking at him like she knew he’d come. He has no idea why she would think that. He’s never done this before. Well, not the breaking and entering part—he can’t count the number of times he’s listened to her cry from outside her door, though. He needs to know she’s okay. Read more…

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