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[REPOST] Firefly fic: Teardrops

This story is being reposted from 2008 as part of this endeavor.

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100 words | [PG]


The tear dropped onto Mal’s cheek.

“You stupid, stupid man,” Inara said. “Why do you have to be so noble all the time?”

She carefully wiped the tear and blood from his face, softly kissing the clean skin beneath. She was well aware the doctor was still in the room, but no longer cared.

“I didn’t even get to tell you how I really feel,” she murmured, her lips brushing his.

The doctor cleared his throat. “Uh, he’s not dead. He’s not even unconscious.”

“What?”

“How ‘xactly you feel ’bout me?” Mal asked, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

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[REPOST] Red vs Blue fic: Better Late Than Never

This story is being reposted from 2018 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

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Yet another mission shot to hell, but Carolina’s having a hard time staying mad at York. What with his flowers and awkward flirting.
1,002 words | [PG-13]


She was going to kill him. And she knew a lot of ways to do it. Long and painful ones. He’d totally deserve it, too.

Carolina paced the alley, grumbling to herself. They had a timetable to keep. She’d calculated it down to the minute. She didn’t have time for a delay. For York to be late. They were supposed to be professionals. She checked the time on her HUD. If he wasn’t here in the next sixty seconds, she was going on without him. It wouldn’t be as easy, but she could manage. And then they’d leave his ass here.

“Maybe it would teach him a lesson.”

“Teach who a lesson?”

She spun, ready to clobber him for making her wait, but then, she noticed the flowers in his hand. That was new. “Where have you been?”

“Got tied up. You know how it is.”

They spent enough time together that she could picture the exact stupid, cheesy grin York had on his face. She ground her teeth, forcing the image out of her head. “And are those supposed to make up for being late?”

He shrugged. “It is tradition.”

Carolina let out a frustrated growl and grabbed the flowers from him. “We don’t have time for stupid traditions. We’re working.” She stomped past him to the only door on the side of the warehouse she’d been staking out the last hour. “There are three inside, four on the roof, and two in a car down the street. And your tradition has cost us precious minutes.” Continue reading “[REPOST] Red vs Blue fic: Better Late Than Never”

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[REPOST] Stargate SG-1 fic: Lost

This story is being reposted from 2012 as part of this endeavor. It’s been lightly edited for spelling, punctuation, grammar and for clarity. See the original here.

Daniel and Vala are supposed to meet up with the rest of the team at a campsite in the mountains. But nothing goes according to Daniel’s plans.
100 words | [PG]


“Where the hell are we?”

From the look on Vala’s face, he knew the answer. They were lost.

“You had the map—how could you get us lost?” Daniel grabbed the paper from her, trying to figure out where they were.

Vala leaned over his arm. “I think we’re… there.” She jabbed her finger at a spot in the big green area.

Daniel sighed. “That’s South Dakota. You have no idea where we are, do you?”

Vala shrugged. Daniel had a feeling their misdirection was not accidental.

“It’s getting dark,” Vala said with a grin. “We should bed down here.”

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Girl Genius fic: A New Hobby? Maybe Not

Tarvek probably should have thought a little more carefully before suggesting Agatha take up a new hobby, especially one requiring sharp, pointy objects.

587 words | [PG]


Tarvek considered the large contraption currently occupying most of Agatha’s mechanical lab. It had a squat round body about two-and-a-half meters tall sitting on six articulated legs. At least a dozen arms sprouted from various spots on the chassis, most folded in on themselves in a ready position. Tubes and wires connected the control housing that appeared to be smiling at him with its various dials and lights, and on top of that sat four meter-high spikes surrounded by some kind of collapsible scaffolding. Most peculiar, though, was the cages attached to it’s back—each containing two bemused sheep. All-in-all, Tarvek was baffled.

“But what does it do?” he asked, realizing his mistake a moment too late when Agatha squealed in delight, her voice still resonating from the Madness place.

“Let me show you,” she said, bouncing over to the machine just as her chief minion, Moloch von Zinzer innocently strolled in with a trolley of snacks and beverages. She flipped a couple switches, setting the machine into motion. Continue reading “Girl Genius fic: A New Hobby? Maybe Not”

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Red vs Blue fic: Unfair Advantage

Watching Carolina spar on any day could leave a man breathless, speechless, and probably a little brain dead from the blood rushing out of his head to other parts of his body. But watching Carolina spar against Wyoming sans armor. That’s something else entirely.
798 words | R


York stood to the side of the training room with North and Wash watching Carolina finish her match with Wyoming. And by finish, I mean wipe the floor with him. She hit him with a one-two punch then flipped back, taking out his chin with her foot as she went. Wyoming staggered but didn’t go down.

“She’s got really good-” said Wash, voice trailing off as Carolina performed a perfect roundhouse kick, sending Wyoming spinning.

“Form?” North supplied for him. Wash nodded.

“Yeah,” York agreed. “She’s got really good-” His mind wandered as Carolina did some fancy spin move, catching Wyoming around the neck with her legs and flipping him over, landing on top of him.

“Form,” North repeated.

“Right, form.” Continue reading “Red vs Blue fic: Unfair Advantage”

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Red vs Blue fic: Attention to Detail

After their last Eleventh Hour Hail Mary mission, Grif had plopped down right among the dying enemy soldiers and said he wasn’t moving until he got some leave. He wouldn’t even budge for Sarge’s shotgun.

“We’ve saved the galaxy enough times. I think we deserve a vacation.”

No one could come up with a logical rebuttal for that so they headed to the nearest resort planet.

OR

Epsilon and the gang take a vacation, and it goes about as well as you’d expect.

rating: R for language 


attention (n): consideration, notice, or observation | detail (n): a part considered or requiring to be considered separately from the whole

Chapter 1

“Blackwater is a neutral planet,” Simmons read from an advertisement as they skimmed over a midnight ocean, heading to the biggest space dock on the southern continent—a tourist hot-spot apparently. He continued to read off a long list of rules and regulations for visiting Blackwater while Church and Caboose watched their clunky approach out a side window.

“Why do you think they call it Blackwater?” Caboose asked, thoughtfully. “Do you think it’s because the water is black? Or do you think the water is black because the planet is called Blackwater?”

“That doesn’t even make sense, dumbass,” Tucker said from Caboose’s other side. “Why would the water change color to black just because the name of the planet has ‘black’ in it?”

Church reached around behind Caboose and smacked Tucker upside the head.

“According to the brochure,” said Wash, strolling over to join them (or maybe just trying to be closer to the emergency exit as they neared the dock), “the water on this planet appears black on the surface because of a mineral in the soil.”

Caboose mulled this over for a moment. “Neat.”

They bumped and bobbled along as Grif struggled to maintain altitude and pitch on his first landing approach. It usually took two or three tries if they didn’t want to crash and burn on impact, but they glided in, only slamming slightly into the docking bay before easily coming to a stop on the first attempt.

“Ha!” Grif shouted from the cockpit. “Nailed it.” Continue reading “Red vs Blue fic: Attention to Detail”

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Stargate SG-1 fic: Take This Job and Shove It

I found this in my WIP folder from 2014–apparently written for a friend on LiveJournal but never posted.

Take This Job and Shove It

181 words | [PG]
Jack & Sam at work.


“Carter,” O’Neill barks from the door to her lab.

“Sir?” Sam looks up from the report she’s working on from her last mission.

“I need you to get those reports to me faster.”

“Faster? But I turn them in as quickly as I always have. Way before Daniel-”

“Well, I need them faster.” He taps his fingers against his leg in an uneven pattern.

What’s his problem? Sam’s had a long day on P4X-whatever-it-was and just not in the mood to deal with a cranky colonel so she pierces her commanding officer with a steely glare. “They will be done in the timely manner in which they always have been.”

“But, I-”

“I will have them done when they are done.” She doesn’t break eye contact.

O’Neill swallows, finally looking away as his face heats up. “Right, of course you will,” he mumbles. “I’ll be waiting.” He practically runs out of her lab.

Sam smirks at her computer and hits send. She was done with the report anyway—she just wanted to watch the colonel squirm for once.

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Red vs Blue fic: Shut Up and Dance

rvb_shutupanddance1,685 words | [PG]
A mission without armor and weapons? Instead, there’s black ties and gowns. Schmoozing and dancing. Sounds like Carolina’s worst nightmare. Specifically, the dancing part. York, though, is loving every bit of it. Especially, the dancing part.


Carolina studied the invitation in her hands. It was clear plastic with holographic ink that shimmered when the light hit it just right.

~*~

Verdidad Museum of Human Culture

100th Grand Gala

~*~

Their next mission. Words spun in her head. Museum. Gala. Black tie. Ball. No armor. Dancing. She didn’t like any of them. Some less than others.

York caught up with her in the hall. “Hey, you were awfully quiet in there. Everything okay?”

“Huh?”

He laughed. “I’ve never seen you zone out in a briefing before.”

She frowned at him. “I wasn’t zoning out. I was thinking.”

“Whatever you say, boss.” When she didn’t respond, he tapped her arm. “Come on—something’s on your mind. You can tell me.”

“This mission doesn’t-” She considered her words before finishing. “I don’t know, rub you the wrong way? Fancy gala. No armor. We’ll be vulnerable.”

“Oh, come on, Carolina, it’ll be fun. We get to dress up, and look, Mr. and Mrs. Edward Chamberlain.” He waggled his eyebrows—a goofy smile on his face. Continue reading “Red vs Blue fic: Shut Up and Dance”

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Stargate SG-1 fic: A Little Note of Advice

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708 words | [G]
Sam’s leading her first mission, and the colonel has quite a bit of advice for her. Given in typical Jack O’Neill fashion.


Sam nearly collides with someone as she turns the corner into the conference room. She looks up into the colonel’s mischievous, twinkling eyes. The corner of his mouth curls up in an adorable crooked smile that sets butterflies loose in her stomach. Blood rushes to her cheeks, and she has to look away before he notices. “Sorry, sir, I didn’t see you.”

“Not a problem, Carter. I was just on my way out.”

“Out, sir? Aren’t you staying for the briefing.”

“Unfortunately, no,” he says with an exaggerated sigh. “Apparently, I’m needed in Washington.”

Sam cringes. “My condolences.”

Continue reading “Stargate SG-1 fic: A Little Note of Advice”

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Red Vs. Blue fic: Rockets Red Glare

If you have a cracked sense of humor and you’ve never watched the webshow, Red Vs. Blue, you are missing out on some ridiculous laughs. Their episodes are on YouTube, but the six-minute episodes are combined into two-hour seasons on Netflix–thirteen of them. It starts out slow, but later seasons actually work around some major story arcs. For something that started so silly, this show actually made me cry. The animation–created from the Halo games–improves drastically over the course of the series, so don’t let that turn you off. Just be aware that the language and many of the jokes are crude. The show is hilarious, though. I’ve watched through it two or three times already.


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The one where the DVD collection is a mess and Caboose thinks it’s the 4th of July.
WARNING: language
639 words | rating: R


“No, no. Those go there and these go here,” shouted Church.

“But I thought we were going to put these there,” said Tucker.

Church growled. “Now why the hell would we do that?”

“I don’t know it just makes sense.”

“In what world does putting these over there make sense?”

Tucker shrugged, stepping out of the way as Caboose ran through the room. “Because they’re all red. And those are blue. And these are green.”

“WHAT? You organized them by color?”

“Yeah, of course.” Tucker looked up at Church. “Why? How do you organize them?”

Church fought the urge to throttle Tucker. “Oh, I don’t know—how about in alphabetical order!”

“Geesh, calm down, man. It’s just a stupid DVD collection for Christ’s sake.”

Tucker started sorting the DVDs again as Caboose ran past in the other direction. Church watched over his shoulder to make sure he did it right this time.

“F comes before G, dipshit.”

“Whatever,” Tucker muttered, and when Church turned to watch Caboose skip through the room, he tossed the copy of Four Weddings and a Funeral into the trash. “There,” he said a minute later.

Church checked the shelves. “Do you even know what alphabetical means?”

“Hey, fuck you. You know how hard it is to do anything with you breathing down my neck.”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” yelled Caboose as he bounded back through the room with a sparkler in each hand.

“And what the fuck is with Caboose?”

Church started rearranging the DVDs. “I don’t know. I find it easier to just ignore him.”

“Yeah, but that’s when he gets in the most trouble.”

Church glanced at Tucker for a moment. “Good point.”

The two followed the sound of Caboose’s laughter to the roof of the base. Caboose had sparklers taped to every surface while he wrote his name in the air with the ones in his hands.

“Caboose,” Church shouted. “What are you doing?”

“It’s the Fourth of July!”

“No, it’s not,” said Tucker. “Actually, I think it’s November.”

Caboose danced around them as the sparklers petered out. “Oh, yeah. If it’s not the Fourth of July, then how come the Reds are having a fireworks display? Huh?”

“What?” Church and Tucker said at the same time.

As if on cue, there was a bang from the Red base across the canyon. Sparks flew into the sky.

“See, fireworks. That means it’s the Fourth of July.”

“All that means,” said Tucker, “is that you’re an idiot. They could be shooting fireworks off for any reason.”

“Uh-” said Church.

“It could be someone’s birthday. It could be someone’s anniversary. It could be they had extra gunpowder lying around-”

“Guys-”

“It could be they just like pretty, sparkly things like you, dumbass. Hell, it could mean the Cubs finally won the World Series after five hundred years. Who the fuck knows.”

Church backed away. “I don’t think those are fireworks.”

“What?” Tucker turned to look where Church was staring. “Oh shit, man. Run.”

Caboose squealed. “Look they’re shooting them our way so we can join in the fun. Happy Fourth of July to you too, Reds.”

“Caboose,” Church yelled, “those aren’t fireworks. They’re rockets.”

“And the rocket’s red glare, the bombs bursting in air, gave proof through the night that our flag was still there,” sang Caboose, hand against his forehead in a salute.

“Caboose!”

Tucker leaped from the base, running for cover. Church dove at Caboose, tackling him over the side just as the rocket hit the roof. Chunks of concrete and red sparks rained down on them.

“So pretty,” cooed Caboose.

Church rolled onto his back, gasping for air. The sky was lit by the fire now consuming their base. It made the air waver, distorting the stars above. He let his head fall back with a long sigh. “You’re right, Caboose. It is pretty.”