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Red vs Blue fic: Save the Last Dance for Me


York’s not sure what to think when Carolina puts his dancing lessons to use because she looks amazing twirling across the floor. And he’s not the only one noticing. A sequel to Shut Up and Dance.
695 words | [R]

York watched Carolina glide around the dance floor like she was born for it. Then again, dancing wasn’t much different than fighting. Just with less punching and broken bones. But did she have to dance so close to that Jamison guy? York tried to pretend the churning feeling in his gut was something other than jealousy. He was above that kind of juvenile thing. Right?

She sure looked like she was having fun. He didn’t really blame her. The guy could dance and had a lot of other things going for him—rich, suave, handsome. And not a complete disaster when he spoke to women. Things York wasn’t.

He wasn’t sure how much more of this he could watch. If she hadn’t gotten that key card by now she never was and if that guy’s hand goes any lower on her back, York was going to blow their cover anyway. Read more…

The 100 fic: Us Against Everything


Canon divergent. With a brutal winter ahead, Bellamy realizes there might be more than friendship growing between him and Clarke. Written for April Camp NaNoWriMo: breathe.
1536 words | [PG]

Bellamy gets back to camp late. It’s hard to tell the exact time with it getting dark so early, but he figures it must be after nine. The sun went down long ago, and it’s abysmally cold. He blows into his hands, trying to warm his numb fingers. Two fires are burning, but the space around them is empty of their usual laughing kids.

Sterling and two of the other guys he’s with make a beeline for the fire, practically holding their hands in the flames. The other three high-tail it into the dropship. Raven and Monty are still working to get the heat going, but eighty-something bodies crammed into a tin can keeps them warm enough for now. It’s better than being outside anyway.

It’d taken all day, but they’d finally buried the three they lost last night—Edith, Jerome, and Bennett. Edith was only fourteen and down here for talking back to a teacher. He shakes his head. He still can’t believe what they did to these kids. Sure, some of them were hardened criminals. There were killers and rapists among them, but most of the kids were arrested for petty stuff—shoplifting, fistfights, hoarding. It’s almost as if they knew they needed the bodies to fill the dropship so they arrested the kids for anything. Bastards. Read more…

Stargate SG-1: Can’t Fight This Feeling

Can’t Fight This Feeling
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
1329 words
rating: PG

Sam’s always known where her heart resides, she’s just always tried to ignore it. Maybe now it’s time to unlock that door and see what happens. For obsessed_psyco.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

The sun on P2S-575 was bright, but the air coming down from the mountains in the west was cool and comforting. The civilization of the planet appeared to have died off centuries ago, causing Daniel to nearly wet his pants exploring the ruins of a castle that looked remarkably like something out of medieval times. Sam thought the place serene and beautiful. The colonel hadn’t been quite as enthused when they’d arrived, but he’d been quiet since. Teal’c, as usual, was indifferent. Sam wondered if he ever saw the beauty in the places they visited or if he was too jaded by his experiences in the service of the Goa’uld.

They walked through a meadow of wildflowers back to the Stargate. Daniel talked non-stop about theories and mysteries and archeological finds. Teal’c walked behind him, whether he was listening or not, Sam didn’t know, but Daniel also didn’t care. She smiled at the picture of them ahead of her, pollen kicking up like dust motes. Despite strong allergy medications, Daniel sneezed every few words. That made Sam smile even more. Her poor friend—always willing to suffer for his work.
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Stargate SG-1: Girls and Their Summer Clothes

Girls in their Summer Clothes
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
555 words
rating: PG

It’s summer. It’s hot. What did he think she was going to wear—a parka? Written for obsessed_psyco.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

This was bound to happen. It was only a matter of time. It’s not like Jack had never seen Carter out of uniform before. He wondered why he was shocked. Maybe it was the way the morning sun glinted off her hair, or the fact that her nails were painted a startling shade of red that matched her lipstick. Maybe it was the way she laughed, so at ease while she chatted with Daniel.

It could have been any of those things. But the truth was, it was the dress. Light gray with red stripes. Classic style, like his mom used to wear. The sleeves just barely covered her shoulders and the collar went straight across in the front. The waist fit tight, but the skirt hung loose coming just below the knee. She looked amazing.
“Jack,” Daniel called, finally noticing him gawking from ten feet away. Carter turned that mega-watt smile at him, her eyes sparkling. He needed to calm his racing heart before he went over there or she’d know. She’d be able to hear it pounding in his chest and she’d guess what he’d been thinking.

He swallowed hard then forced one foot in front of the other. “Hey,” he mumbled as he got close.

“Sir,” she said softly, head ducked.

“You look nice.” Crap, did he just say that out loud.

Her face flushed almost the same color as her lips—it made her all the more beautiful. “Thank you, sir.”

“You, uh-” She licked her lips, eyes darting over him then back to his face. “Look nice, too.”

Jack frowned down at himself. He was in cargo pants and polo shirt. When he looked back up at her she was biting her lip.

“Thanks, I guess,” he said, still a little confused. His mind kept getting distracted by her lips. She rotated between licking them and biting them. All Jack wanted to do was kiss them. He looked away as soon as the thought crossed his mind.

Carter gave a little cough. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye. She was blushing again and looking away. Jack wondered if she could read his mind.

Daniel cleared his throat. “If you two are done flirting, can we get going? I told Janet we’d pick Cassie up at eleven.”

Jack’s head snapped up. So did Carter’s. For some reason Jack couldn’t fathom, he let his eyes slide over to Carter. She was giving him the same sideways look, a tiny smile pulling at her lips. Jack grinned back before returning his eyes to his shoes.

“You guys know I’m still here, right?” Daniel threw his arms in the air. “I wish you two would just get a room already.”

He couldn’t help it—their eyes met again. Jack was pretty sure the heat he felt wasn’t from the sun. He wondered if Carter felt it, too. Although he probably shouldn’t be thinking about that. Daniel started mumbling to himself then wandered off. Jack didn’t know what to say. Well, he knew what he wanted to say, but all of it was inappropriate coming from a commanding officer to a subordinate. Carter gave him a knowing look. Damn, she could read his mind. Then she turned and followed Daniel, leaving Jack to watch her dress sway around her legs.

Book Review: Five Summers by Una LaMarche

Review of Five Summers by Una MaMarche

fivesummersStarted: 11/20/13; finished: 11/21/13

Goodreads rating: 4/5 stars

my rating: AWWW

pages: 384

found: library


Five Summers is the story of four best friends—Emma, Skylar, Maddie, and Jo—who meet at a sleep-away camp when they are ten. The story is told from their multiple point of views through different times in their life hinging around their first camp reunion at the age of seventeen.

Jo, whose father owns the camp, and Skylar are still there as counselors. Emma is living in New York with her brother in her aunt’s condo and interning at a magazine publisher. Maddie is flipping burgers back home and getting dumped by her boyfriend.

The four friends have lost contact during the three years since their last night of camp but the reunion is supposed to bring them all back together like they used to be. They all have ideas of how things will go.

Emma is trying to ignore the feelings she used to have for one of the boys at camp, Adam. The boy she had a crush on for years and chickened out of kissing on her last night at camp. Skylar has a big secret to tell her best friend, Emma, concerning the same boy. Maddie is living a lie at camp and knows she has to tell her friends the truth about her real life. And Jo wants things to go back to how they were, before she found out Maddie’s secret, before they all went their separate ways. The problem is things are about to get really messy.

Having never gone to camp myself I really enjoyed this book and how it portrayed camp. Also never having friends like the JEMS (as they called themselves—Jo, Emma, Maddie and Skylar) is hit a sore nerve. I honestly don’t know what it’s like to have friends like this and it makes me sad that I missed out on that as a child and still am because of my debilitating social anxiety.

I liked how the book skipped around from present to past as the girls remembered pacts they had made as kids and were now breaking intentionally and unintentionally as the reunion goes on.

I also really loved all the girls. I felt each girl had a little in common with me so I understood how they were feeling. I think I liked Jo the best who always felt like she didn’t fit in. She was quirky with her love for the camp she grew up and her penchant to take charge as if she were her father.

There was also a lot of angst in this book, which my readers might know now that I love. There were so many subplots having to do with dating and hooking up and love that I basically got my fill of UST and angst. I was kind of shocked about Adam’s behavior. I really thought Emma would be different for him (and kind of says she was) but at the end he’s become a total douche-nozzle. But even then I kind of liked him because I think he might have been genuinely sorry—like he got stuck in this reputation and didn’t know how to get out of it. Still, he was an ass to Emma and Skylar and deserved what he got.

My favorite, though, was Jo and Nate. Jo was so adorably clueless to Nate’s attentions until the girls started pointing it out and then suddenly she got it. I loved that as much as Nate adored her he wasn’t afraid to stand up against her even if it meant he might lose her. They complimented each other perfectly and were the most healthy couple of the entire story

I give this book 3 and ¾ stars. Why the minus ¼? For ragging on Southwest Airlines for losing Maddie’s luggage. Okay, I’m joking but as part of the Southwest family (my husband works for them) I feel a need to stand up for them. I actually laughed when she mentioned the lost luggage and Southwest.

So I really loved this book. There were many parts where I wanted to cry because of the pain the girls were in. Or because of what I missed as a kid/teen. It made me really feel what the girls were feeling, remembering what it was like to be a teen and in a crazy relationship (I did have one despite my awkward anxiety).

I did want to see Skylar confront Adam, though. More than what was shown. And I really want to know if Adam ever changes his ways. I guess that’s what fanfiction is for.* This would make a great summer read, especially for anyone that ever went to camp.


*Must. Not. Write. Fanfic. Must finish NaNo first.

Angel fic: Into the Light

Into the Light
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Angel the Series
Angel/Cordy UST
1064 words
rating: PG

“He knew then, no matter how hard, he’d make that dream happen. He’d see Connor walk into the light. And it would be the most beautiful thing he’d ever see.”

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“You were right,” Angel said when he heard Cordelia approach.

“About what?” She sounded tired. And a little bit lost.

“Needing help with Connor.” Cordy came to stand next to him in the garden. Angel reached his hand into the light, his skin instantly prickling with heat. He only held it there a moment.

He glanced over to see Cordy smiling thoughtfully at him. “Of course I was right. This is Cordelia Chase you’re talking to.”
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Stargate SG-1 fic: Making the Best of It

This was started last month for a fictionland challenge but I never could get it to the minimum wordcount needed so it kind of just got forgotten.  I decided I like my original version the best (after adding almost 500 words to it) so here it is.

Making the Best of It
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
1561 words
rating: PG

Jack and Sam get stranded off world when the Stargate falls into the ocean. Now they need to learn how to get along with each other.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

The cabin stood in a valley between the swell of two grassy hills. They glided up on either side like waves of green. A small stream snaked along the contour of one hill before disappearing into the woods behind the house. Out front a large pasture stretched out for acres, small cow-like animals grazing in the warm, summer sun.

“It’s kind of small.” Jack pulled his sunglasses off and let them dangle from the cord around his neck. Read more…

Stargate SG-1 fic: Fishing is Good

Told you there would be a bunch of stories posted over the next week. I actually wrote four of them tonight (in a couple of hours). Just trying to get them polished up now. Plus I have a longer one that needs an ending still. And three more to write. Luckily there is no penalty for going over the suggested word limit for this challenge, lol. Drabbles… right.

Fishing is Good
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
572 words
rating: PG

Jack and Sam enjoy a leisurely mission along a lake. I’m sure there has to be some fish in that water.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

“I could stay here forever,” Sam murmured. The heat of the mid-day sun warmed her exposed skin, sending a pleasing shiver down her spine. She spread her limbs out letting the soft grass glide against her body. The ground felt cool and solid under her, and the smell of pine and fresh water saturated the air.

Next to her the colonel rolled onto his stomach so he could see her face. His cheeks were slightly sunburned and his hair, now freed from his cap, was sticking up in impossible directions. She fought every urge to reach out and run her fingers through it. “It’s not bad,” he said, pulling up a long blade of grass to play with. Read more…

Stargate Sg-1 fic: Art of Denial

For a challenge at [info]fictionland I have to write ten drabbles based on some prompts I picked months ago. Yeah, drabbles, right. This one was originally almost 500 words. I decided to use some cutting skills I learned in the same comm and got it down to 286 words and I like it much better like this. Be prepared for another nine stories to pop up over the week (hoping to get them all done before the due date on the 4th).

The Art of Denial
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
Stargate SG-1
Jack/Sam, Daniel
286 words
rating: PG

Jack is living in the State of Denial and Daniel’s not going to be the one to convince him to move.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended. Read more…

Original fic: Chances Are Easily Lost (the story)

This is part of my Tucker/Sarah original work although it’s the first one from Tucker’s POV.  These are being written in the style of fanfic as little snippets that may or may not be “canon” in the future.  It’s kind of how I look at it.  It’s fanfic in reverse.  Some day I might use these ficlets to piece together a novel.  Some might make it in, some might just be back story, some might contradict each other and others may just be tossed to the side.  We’ll see.

Chances Are Easily Lost
by jennickels (aka Jen Connelly)
312 words
rating: PG

Tucker gets some unfortunate mail and realizes that feelings die hard and chances are easily lost.

don’t own… wish I did, but I don’t. No infringement intended.

Tucker stares at the card in his hand—some kind of fancy parchment with foil writing stamped on it. His stomach has twisted up into a painful knot that he doesn’t think will ever go away.

You are cordially
invited to the wedding of
Mr. David Dawson
Ms. Sarah Logan
the Twelfth of September
Two Thousand and Nine
Two o’clock in the afternoon

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