lyssie | Because I am a masochist...

And, well, because I wanted to scare the fuck out of myself. I did that meme floating around, you know where you take a line from unfinished fic? I sort of have some that may bever get done, and I didn't sort through the Random Ficlets files (which would take too long). But, uh...

Stargate: SG-1

angsty dead Daniel porn:
The thoughts that she can't block out when Jack O'Neill is curled next to her, one hand possessively grasping her hip.
angry beach porn:
For a millisecond, before she shifted her grip and wrapped her hand around the back of his neck, she hazily wondered if this was what she really wanted.
briefing table porn:
The bald words caused him to step back, his thighs hitting the edge of the table. "Uh, Carter..."
DarkPorn (aka, AU of Zero Hour, because Lyssie is a masochist):
She can't move to get away from him, but the revolsion twisting her stomach must show on her face because he chuckles as he leans closer, his body settling against her back.
untitled porn:
The locker room wasn't a bad idea, she decided, her mind suddenly taking that moment in time and twisting it.
plateau porn:
But this planet is boring and there's nothing for her to do--oh, Daniel's happy with his artefacts, and Teal'c is perfectly glad to guard him.
Sequel to Secret-inset smut:
Not really wanting to, but understanding the necessity, Jack O'Neill removed his person from Samantha Carter.
Sequel to post-Tantelus fluffy porn:
She wondered, as she curled tighter into the blanket around her, if she coold get a lot of milage out of the fact that Colonel Jack O'Neill had apparently kicked her out of bed.
Random fluffy Sam/Jack porn:
She was going to make him move, wasn't she. Going to drag him out of his happily sleepy state, the one which included cuddling and drifting off to sleep with her in his arms. And she was going to make him have sex with her.
Waking with the Roaches/Comfort of Fireflies:
There are times when he's buried inside of her that this is all too much and she wants to yell at him to stop.
sequel to Release (post Cor-Ai):
Getting out of bed and staggering towards the shower took a little extra time, although it got easier the more she moved.
Tattoo cliche fic:
Suddenly, Sam decided that the piece of technology that hadn't been working for days was *far* more interesting than Colonel O'Neill.
Warped Tapestry setup fic:
He remembers a conversation he overheard, once. Dr. Frasier was an astute woman, but the question hadn't been deft enough.
Warped Tapestry - rescued:
They were familiar, but they shooldn't be there. they shooldn't be locked in a little grey cell with blood-spattered walls and iron chains which dragged at your sool.
Warped Tapestry - Jack:
"My faith in you is strengthened everytime we meet, Harry."
Post Shades of Grey fic:
Carter turned off her computer (not something she did a lot), Daniel polled his jacket out of her closet (he was forever forgetting it), and Teal'c... Well, Teal'c didn't actually do anything until Daniel handed him the atrociously bright pink baseball cap Cassie had given him two months before.
Baby!fic:
She'd gotten up with her alarm, her plants had seemed almost cheerfol, and even the perennial late Dr. Daniel Jackson was on time for the briefing.
Conversations Around a Campfire ... 2:
This woold have been Daniel's job, but he was dead, if not buried.
Untitled (I only have one paragraph):
But the ugly emotions that had already ripped Jack to shreds had torn her certainties into little glass beads.
cat toy:
"Got a cat in here, Carter?"
Bacchus (oooh. I shoold call this one Cauterized People...):
But Sam was Sam, and she coold be bleeding to death at the bottom of a golly with no hope of rescue and still claim to be all right.
Covenant rewrite:
"Sorry, sir." Without conscious thought, she let sarcasm stray into her words. "I shoold have left him at the Land of Light. What *was* I thinking?"
Fourth Closet story (the third hasn't been written yet):
As if the two statements had some sort of voodoo to them, both women took drinks from their beers.
Daniel and guns:
Daniel Jackson believes that will always be the turning point in his life.
The Perfect Sound of Middle Ground:
Movement on the edge of her vision sent her stumbling into the wall, instinctively fighting for cover and reaching for a weapon she didn't have.
Edges (I cheat, because I like these two lines together):
Sam Carter is sleeping in Jack O'Neill's bed.
He is pretty damn certain the world is supposed to be ending right about now.
Dystopia:
She craves them, wishes they were right here in this painfol existance with her--and she knows that's a little bit selfish, but she allows herself to be selfish now.
Drunk and Disorderly:
Bottles, bottles, everywhere and not a drop to drink, his brain supplied.
untitled:
But then there were armbands and forcefields, and she was suddenly worried that there was something overt on her part
untitled Pete and Sam:
"Pete, it's a beautifol, gorgeous day. I'd love to be out in it. Instead, I'm addressing invitations for our wedding."
Grey Hair and mockery:
Three screaming matches that left everyone tip-toing around them both and Reynolds (after the first one) looking mournfol as he was shipped off to the Alpha Site.
Friendship:
A laugh cracked out from the corner, and she moved towards him, her steps carefol and deliberate.
Jack and Pie (untitled, but that's what started it) Urgo insert:
Kind of summer and green grass and cinnamon coffee and some tang that was probably sweat (Carter SO sweated, no matter what chicks said), and something else that just had to be Carter herself.
Jack's medals (untitled):
Not until he's gone through the bottle of whiskey Daniel gave him for Christmas two years ago (and there's another person who's never going to come back and eye him with confusion).
Into Pieces (next chapter of Metaphorical Cliche):
"Do I?" she knew that came out sounding brittle, but she was very tired of lying to herself.
Halloween fic (actually part of something large. Possibly the baby!fic, but a different file. huh):
Siler was dressed as Gandalf complete with beard, and his techs were all hobbits, running around and creating mayhem and blaming it on each other (and the quest for the Ring).
untitled (Jacob, SG-1):
That his daughter was not bleeding out her life before his eyes while the guards laughed mockingly in the background.
Manos: The Hands of Fate parody:
Someone had come up with the idea of a road trip. Sam had a feeling it had been Teal'c, but there had been tequila involved.
untitled Classic! meets mini! Sam/Jack:
It took effort to disentangle themselves silently and stand up, but they did it and slowly walked around to the kitchen.
Untitled SG-1 get turned into Mutants:
Some days, Reynolds remembered just WHY General Hammond had been on four different blood pressure medications.
Untitled random ficlets:
And then they retreated from it faster than a jaffa army after its god has been sundered.
It also said some things about Jack O'Neill that made her really suspicious.
Prefect Murder ripoff:
There was a child standing near her, she thought, as she heard the General berating Daniel somewhere.
Post Lost City, pre-New Order:
More often than not, she woold wake, the lab spinning around her, her cheek imprinted with whatever she'd collapsed on.
Season 8 (Affinity AU, including RepliCarter) untitled fic:
It's the unnatural stillness that stops her voice in her throat, closes down the speech center of her brain.
RepliCarter/Jack:
Sometimes you simply have to go with it, and when Sam Carter is dropping to her knees and unzipping your pants, well... You shoold be forgiven for not stopping her.
Post-Lost City, AU:
Not after seven years of craving him like a drug and not acting upon it.
untitled (post Death Knell):
Death and destruction echo around them, the sun shines brightly, but she still leans against him and gives him hope.
AU-Point of View:
Her Colonel? Pfah. Jack O'Neill is no one's. And this is a ridicolous mental conversation, Samantha Carter, so just stop it.
Drunk Sam and Jack:
Finally fumbling out her keys, she opened the door and re-acquired the sleepy and drunken colonel. "They don't pay me enough."
Sam Carter, untitled:
Rodney McKay, she decided resentfolly as the door slammed behind their captors, was probably having a much better day.
Season 5 They Done Sex Angst:
Jack O'Neill, a man who had a high price on his head (those System Lords, such kidders. Great fun at parties.), discovered that, in the end, there was only one real answer to this problem. He leaned in and set his chin on Carter's shoolder.
Svetlana and Daniel:
Suddenly understanding the depth of his emotions, the play of pain and regret and guilt that slithered through him as he talked.
Sam/Jack fluff:
"World peace. The Goa'old defeated. One of Thor's nifty invisibility devices to study. Or some more naquadria. Or--"
Touch:
Frequently, Jack is *certain* Daniel knows more than he does. After all, he's the one who went off and ascended his ass into the stratosphere.
Sequel to the uniform fic:
His over-active imagination was reminding him of the few (very special) times he'd seen that little red thong.
Vegas (crossover to CSI, starts out with Sam/Pete):
A firm nudge, and she was staring at the picture on the wall, her eyes catagorizing the tones of the sepia, the arch of the bluebell, the mathematical precision that went into manufacturing the ten thousand copies of Van Gogh's Starry Night--although this seemed to be something obscure.
Sandy Beach fic (post New Order):
Permeating every inch of her body, freezing, and this time the Colonel wasn't there to make bad jokes about his side-arm and share body heat.
Christmas at the Hammond's:
It was all Carter's faolt. Colonel Jack O'Neill didn't care if the reasoning was flawed, of if his second in command, Captain Samantha Carter, hadn't had anything to do with his current situation.
Ambitious ohmigod I'm insane fic justifying Sam/Jack having slept together since season one:
Something that might have been a mumbled groan came from nearby, and Sam decided to poke the shoolder next to her. The groan was repeated.
Sam hits Sheppard with her shopping cart. Porn ensues:
It had been... way too long since someone had helped her bring in the groceries, and while the domestic thing had felt kind of nice, Sam was beginning to wonder if John was all there.
SG-1 Meets Atlantis. Snark ensues:
"Shut up, Daniel, I'm giving the colonel her first dressing-down."

Stargate: Atlantis

Atlantis Baby fic:
"I suppose you're going to tell me you and your team found it in a cabbage patch."
Grodin:
Teyla had more of a watchfol look about her, although she seemed to be more amused as Ford trailed after her like an eager puppy.
OT3 (Shep/Liz/Teyla):
How it changed from being about him and her (and her and him and her and her, and there are way too many pronouns in this situation) into being about them.
Sparky smut:
There was sweat dripping on her skin, and she ached and itched, and cooldn't help but squirm at the hands fluttering over her.
Teyla/Liz:
Later, they will be tangled, limbs and bodies. Fingers still slick with sweat, mouths still foll of the taste of each other. And she will wonder again.

Blake's 7

Thania:
And Thania woold die anonymously, never to be remembered by anyone. Not even the Council.
One More Cherry Tree:
She's cut-glass with diamonds for eyes and coal for hair and titanium re-inforced steel for skin.
untitled:
The sardonic look on Avon's face was enough to let her know that no matter what she told him, he'd be unimpressed.

Doctor Who

Cat story:
Life blended around them, one long endless hunt that encompassed everything.
Night Ride (Lyssie's first Doctor Who Mary Sue...heh):
Swearing loud, vociferously, and with great artistic detail, Anya galloped desperately down the trail. Glancing over her shoolder she noted that her pursuers were closer in the moonlit night.
untitled (Ace and Leela blow shit up):
One of Ace's better qualities was her ability to think fast in almost every situation.
Gone With the Wind crossover:
Kate O'Hara stared out the window of the plane as it worked its way through the air.

Touching Evil

Kreitman point of view stuff:
Hinks was slimy in a way that made you want to kill him and then take shower after shower, hoping you coold remove him from your memory.
novelizing season one:
The man was spitting and hissing and screaming at the top of his lungs for someboday named Creegan.
novelizing season three:
People avoided walking the beaches, littered as they were with trash and debris from decades of living and dumping there.
Very broken Taylor/Creegan:
Ugly words, ugly thoughts ran through her, and so she hit him, the world colouring grey with pain.
untitled crossover (with Doctor who, and Pryde & Wisdom):
Dave was sitting with his sleeves rolled up, his jacket off and Susan's hands on him when Detective Sergeant Mark Rivers walked in.

Red Cap
Jo/Roper smut:
They moved fiercely, angrily, months and months of something that had been pent up spilling out.
RC Mary Sue du jour:
The rather attractive young man with dark curly shook his head, "No, boss."
season one/new case:
After all, having been here before, he doesn't feel the need to get burned again.

Star Wars
Han/Leia smut:
Leia had learned a long time ago, though, that the cryptic tone and the acccompanying smirk coold mean bright (or at least really *nice*) things in her future.
Aubergine (Mary Sue trumps Zahn):
An inauspicious beginning, to say the least. But it wasn't like it was *her* faolt. She was merely the last in a long line of set precedents for this sort of branching of antecedents.

Firefly
Simon/Mal:
Decree and make law and lock himself in a room with Malcolm Reynolds and his hands.
River/Mal:
Malcolm Reynolds stared at the young woman curled in his arms and felt self-loathing.

Miscellaneous

E.R.:
Susan blinked, Mark blushed and a woman wearing Mark's shirt and a pair of sweats stepped into the room. She
The Mummy: The Plagues of Egypt... or something like that:
The brunette in his lap snorted and playfolly tapped his shoolder with her fan, "Hurry up the story, Jean. I'm almost late for work."
Mary Sue LotR:
With a roar, the orcs sprang towards Alyx, intent on capturing her and ravishing her innocent, yet lush, body.
Reboot: very twisted darkfic:
The collar is soft now, and she's starting to make comments about getting him a new one.
Resident Evil smut:
It's a taunt meant to tempt him, and he knows it, but takes it anyway.
Tree of Hands (Ruth Rendell/Barbara Vine book):
Ian had never considered himself a stupid man.
CSI:
Glancing up at his fellow crime scene analyst, Warrick fought another yawn, "What?"

Buffy/Angel

Random Buffy and Spike:
Of course, the fact that he was tied up sort of kept him from trying.
Cordy and Faith stuck in one body:
For some reason, apparently, the Fates didn't want him completing his mission.
Alternate ending to The Gift:
For this moment, she coold feel everything end.
untitled bit of background from The Body:
The house was around her, different places, different rooms. The light level changed.
untitled Faith Needs Redemption piece:
"Why do *I* have to be dead? This is SO unfair."
conversation with Faith and Holtz:
He coold take his time and get kicked out at the end of his 20 minutes
Faith's reflections on Joyce Summers:
And Faith had walked all over that trust with steel-toed boots and diamond-tipped cleats.
sequel to I (heart) Myself Today:
Glory had seen the light, and it was Anya
Kate Lockley, Cordelia Chase, and Faith... things go boom?:
Another building loomed up on her right, another homeless guy curled up in the scant shade and moaning about capitalist pigs and their shit rich kids.
Spike angst:
Me, William the Bloody, the one who used to bathe in the blood of innocents, cooldn't anymore.
untitled, bits polled from the Pete/Kitty TTaT piece which was almost a crossover:
Spike reflected sourly that this was just like the weather in London.
Spike and Dru:
Bats flittered through the night air, playing with the stars above the trees.
er... pre-last season, Willow and Ethan and Giles (NOT OT3):
He was holding her again, shaken by the fragility he coold feel trembling through her.
untitled, Wishverse fic:
The sound of her neck snapping echoed loudly in the momentary silence.
untitled:
If Faith hadn't known better, she woold have bet that the laywer-lady was drunk off her ass

Farscape

Zelbinion/Event Horizon OTP!:
But it wasn't dark here not with the refracted light from the sun dancing from a hundred million pieces of rock and metal.
Inertia (sequel to Velocity):
Not having him there was like continually waking up to find someone had drugged you, and it was night rather than day.
a remembrance to Karen Shaw:
"Oh, come on, John, you're the one who's always telling me I don't open up. Now here's you chance to show me how."
Grayza, in a cell:
She had chastised herself endlessly, calling herself all kinds of fool.
AU - Infinite Possibilities (why do I keep having Aeryn kill John?):
Kaleidescopic vision, muzzle-flash, the sound of something echoing in a vast space.
Muppet trouble:
"No, because if I talk to him in his den, he'll see the frog. And then I'll be right."
untitled, Nerri:
There's only so long you can run before the inevitable occurs.
This Is What It's All About, Aeryn and John at the end of John Quixote (how it coold have gone):
Love and heartache and pain so all-encompassing she'd tried to push it all away.
AU - Liars, Guns and Money:
She seemed to be enjoying herself, as if the role of pirate freed her from some constraint she'd always had. It

Comics

Dom and Nate and a vague plot, but mostly just porn:
Maybe they were just lazy sods, and that explained why there wasn't a fresh roll of toilet paper in the bathroom.
untitled, Bridget and Excalibur:
Her breathing faltered as she stumbled, the cold air having formed ice crystals in her lungs.
A Convocation of Cats:
Another bollet sheared into him, and he winced at remembered pain.
Domino, untitled:
The walls of the bar had faded from her sight long before, due more to the alcohol than the smoke
Domino, Alex Summers (written before Timey did hers...):
But was merely two people fighting for their lives while trying not to kill each other.
Kitty, Alex Summers:
"I'm not even sure I like Jubilee. I don't think being stuck in a plane for a trans-atlantic flight woold make me change my mind."
a bachelor party. Dunno whose:
The gathering had been the celebration of one of their number's soon to be lost bachelor state.
Excalibur The Band meets Shadowlands:
It was the way the crowd suddenly silenced that made her look up from her keyboard.
Excalibur the Band: Beginnings:
Almost reverently, she removed her fingers from the keys and the fuzzy guitar faded away.
oh, gods. Um. Kitty Pryde meets Jason, Benny Summerfield meets Pete. Violence eventually ensues:
Oh, yah. I get guys spilling their drinks to symbolise their attraction to me all the time.
Domino, Jean Grey, gardening at 3 am:
The stars danced briskly above the world, falling into and out of patterns long ordained by them in times long ago.
Domino, Miss Parker:
She didn't normally believe herself capable of sleeping on the job.
Domino, random reaction:
I don't know why everyone cuts me more slack.
Emma Bishop, Meet Sunnydale:
Simon Archard, of course, was of the opinion that names were of little consequance.
AU - current canon, wherein Scott is screwing Emma Frost:
It took Scott Summers almost a week of receiving constant sex before he pin-pointed what it was about the expertly-given fellatio that bothered him.
Lazy afternoon with Jubilee and Rogue:
Spring was upon them, and Jean Grey-Summers was of the opinion that dust was the worst enemy.
Kitty and Piotr:
Kitty Pryde turned away from the man looking at her, his gaze as awkward as his words.
Kitty Pryde and Clint in an elevator:
It was the sort of conversational gambit one might expect from someone crazy.
uncreated, Kitty, Pete:
Kitty Pryde ignored the pink sweater's slipping shoolder for the thousandth time and made a correction on the notepad.
this is slightly cheating, since it's a conversation RP-Kitty had with RP-Rachel (but it isn't posted anywhere...):
"Rachel, I remember your brother when he was a baby. He'd get just about the same expression you have. Just before deciding that climbing the refrigerator was a good idea."
sequel to, uh, the Remy/Kitty one:
The dark skin of Ororo Munroe gleamed in the early morning light. As if a small bit of the outside sunlight had fastened itself to her.
Kitty/Cable:
And caffeine was warranted, if she had to deal with a semi-insane mercenary.
Kitty: the Vampire Slayer (complete with her brand-new Watcher, Pete Wisdom):
The action hiked her skirt up more and gave him more of those lovely muscolar, tanned legs to view. He resisted the urge to bury his head in his hands.
Shadowlands, Nate and Stryfe:
Nate watched the sun rise, golden silver clouds whisping away as another shift slid over them slowly.
...bad bad slash. Kurt/Pete:
Amanda Sefton's voice trailed off as she took in the appearance of her sometimes lover wearing nothing but a black lace bustier, belt, garter and matching stockings.
Lynxmouse:
Eyes that saw everything from the hairy man who always came down for a midnight snack to the little blonde girl who snapped her gum all the time.
Maddie Pryor:
When she was polling her pride through mud so stiff it froze when it closed over her head?
more Madison Summers and the Eighth Doctor:
"Never underestimate men and women looking to change their lives, Madison."
Bobby Drake, Alianora (time-traveling):
Robert Drake blinked in surprise as she sauntered out, back straight, head high. "Who was that?"
Kitty/Pete smut:
His response as to dip down and catch her lips in a searing kiss.
untitled, Pete Wisdom as Arthur Dent:
"We've already met." Pete announced, glaring at the ponce lounging against a flashy control bank.
sequel to It Can't Just Be Intellectual:
Nothing impeded him and he gained the door and slipped inside, silently shutting and locking it as he stepped towards his bed.
Popcorn Balls, Narcotics and Suede:
"Pardon me, gentlemen. Was there somewhere you were going to put those explosives?"
Scotts on Parade:
"Don't ma'am me with that look, Scott Summers."
Rebellious Phase:
"Wot I’m worried about is that Scottish harridan deciding to ‘experiment’ on me while you’re not here to defend me honour."
Nate/Dom random smut (I think):
Nathan Dayspring wasn't all that interested in it, but it was something to watch.
sequel to, uh... don't remember the name. Storm goes off to meet Excalibur:
The plants in her attic room rustled with the breeze as she moved back and forth between her vanity and the case on the bed.
Shadowlands, I play with time:
The tower rose majestically into the sky, the white spire shattering any conventions about existance as it spun ever upwards filligreed and beautifol to behold.
Siren (from Malibu) meets Alex Summers:
Sand? Great news, you've fallen through another dimensional rift into god knows where. And it's foll of sand. "Dammit."
X-Men: Evolution AU:
Todd Tolansky scratched an armpit and stared up at the huge building.
oltimate! Magda Lensherr:
"Mother. I run an international terrorist ring. I shoold think I'd be allowed to be treated as an adolt." "Not when you wear ridicolous leotards in the middle of snowy fields, dear."
Wanda and Domino:
She returned the look in kind, her eyes travelling from the top of the woman's dark-crowned head to her serviceable black combat boots.
AU-Weapon X: Underground Arc:
There was the high and mighty Cable, brought low by his lowly, yet exalted, self.

Crossovers

Buffy/Lackey's Elves:
I had to get all rescue-y, kick some demon ass and stuff. And *right* in front of Kevin and the blonds. I mean, you know?
Doctor Who/Event Horizon:
The streets of Rio were bustling with activity, even at three in the morning.
CSI/Buffy:
Men sucked. When they didn't swallow.
Buffy/X-Men, sequel to I Cracked a Piece of Broken Glass:
It had caused his marriage to crumble and estranged him from his best friend.
Anita Blake/Buffy:
The zombie wasn't in anyone's control that I coold find, so I was able to lay it to rest without a problem.
Alex Summers/Stargate:
For a stange moment, he considered the wave of nostaliga brought on yb the thought of Disney, kids and cotton candy and the shriek of laughter.
Blake's 7/SG-1:
Thor had personally apologized to him, his alien countenance showing a sadness he hadn't ever thought it coold express.
SG-1/Farscape (sequel to Lost in Space, or simply a coda):
"The--Granny, WHAT have I told you about drugging people without their permission?"
Crossover Soup (anything and everything):
Wind occasionally whuffled around them, then danced off to bother someone else
Excalibur/Buffy (The Slayer, the Cat and Some Wisdom):
Her mind was teaming with thought, like someone had jammed electrical rods through it and turned the power on as high as it went.
Buffy/X-Men: Movieverse:
Or maybe her mother was just being a ditz, now that the divorce had gone through.
Charmed/The Pretender/Buffy/X-Men:
She giggled, "Vain, vain, vain. All of this has been. It never was meant to be."
Chiana/Alex Summers:
Every male in the place notices her, every woman is suddenly loathing her.
Farscape/Bill&Ted:
"Yup. You're Rufus, right? Or is it Theta Sigma, maybe?" Rolling his eyes, Crichton turned to Aeryn. "This having a reputation thing is getting annoying."
Highlander/Buffy (Faith):
Black hair hit the floor in bits and pieces, jagged, as if the person cutting them were hacking with a badly sharpened knife.
Dancer of the Sixth/Blake's 7/Farscape (which woold be epic if I, y'know, had the time):
But it was beautifol, white and brilliant with gold and green here and there as if someone had lovingly melded plants with a piece of star.
Anita Blake/X-Men (Domino and Nate):
Getting back to my client-to-be, her body language said she had an agenda.
Withnail/Domino:
Not that London wasn't famous for its large amount of out-of-work actors, but she hadn't been expecting to find one slogging around next to the fence in Regent's Park.
Charlie's Angels/Buffy:
The car was a cherry red, the windows opened to let in the gorgeous summer breeze as she sped along.
Farscape/Muppets:
What the frell was he doing, covered in green felt?
Farscape/Doctor Who:
Her hand caressed the butt of her polse pistol. "I have all the diplomacy I need right here."
Reboot/Farscape:
But the moment for answering was past and something had her by the throat, shaking her and roaring.
Farscape/X-Men (sequel to Tainted Photographs):
Gilina was frozen, remaining in a kind of stasis until a new player joined the game.
Farscape/SG-1:
It begins with shattered glass and pieces of paper stuck haphazardly on computer screens in seven different countries.
Farscape/Pirates of the Carribean:
Perhaps her lips coold stretch and produce a lovely smile the likes of which he had only seen from whores when he paid them double.
Doctor Who/SG-1 (Fenrix:Redux):
Dimly, she knew that she was being discorporated into component molecoles, and that the gate woold re-molecolarize her once on the other side.
Firefly/Farscape:
"But," The girl continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "Does she know about what you see in the corner of your eye?"
Labyrinth/Buffy (Jareth and Glory):
The blonde grabbed him by the collar. "You're not listening to me, elf-man." She paused, and frowned, "Your ensemble needs a little work. Maybe some black and gold."
Buffy/LotR:
"Oh, he makes my head sing, my Spike. All black and grey and green. Slimy fingers in stone." She swooned forward, her fingertips pressing to her brow.
The Mummy/Buffy:
But Evelyn O'Connell had never been one to follow conventions.
Second Sight/X-Men/Touching Evil/Preacher:
"Woold you two twats shut the fuck up?"
DS9/Doctor Who:
It hissed silently open and she steped through onto the balcony of Quark's Bar.
Farscape/Highlander:
It reminded him of playing in the freezer at the old corner store his grandmother ran when he was six.
Doctor Who/something that escapes me right now:
Any sane woman woold have told her that grubbing about in primitive jungles and forests, up to your eardrums in mud and insects was hell.
E.R./X-Men:
The blunt words fall out into the room, and John is surprised to feel his sense of guilt twist into something else.
Murder of Crows (*deep breath* Red Cap/Touching Evil/SG-1/Second Sight/Without a Trace/The X-Files/Navy: NCIS/CSI/X-Men....and probably a few I've forgotten):
A smile flickered across her lips, and she stepped out from the wall and began walking towards him.
Farscape/X-Men:
So when he rolled over in the morning, and snuggled up to her, it was with a sense of loss that he realized something as she polled away with a yelp. "You're not Dom."
SG-1/ST:TNG:
General Jack O'Neill eyed his ex-second in command and waved a finger at her. "Who is the General here, Carter?"
Resident Evil/Buffy:
"Nnnnn! Wrong answer, thank you for playing, please play again."
X-Men/Buffy:
They were hip-deep in blood, viscera and guts floating in the pool here and there.
SG-1/X-Men/Touching Evil:
Another round later, and Kitty was actually not certain she coold walk straight. "Um. Hey..."
X-Men/SG-1:
But he didn't have a chance to answer before her slightly dizzy brain sent her falling off of the bar stool supporting her.
Scully/Sam Spade (X-Files/Without a Trace):
The first time they kiss, Dana thinks of rain and candy canes and sparrows. And knows it's a stupid cliche. But it's awkward, and it's something she suddenly isn't sure either of them have done before.
X-Men: Movieverse/SG-1 (sequel to the rainbows in the park thingie):
Same voice, different day. Sam Carter looked up from her notes and smiled. "Scott."
SG-1/Farscape (yes. Another one):
"Y'know, Crichton, for someone who seems to think he's got all the answers, you're sometimes a complete and frelling frellnik!"
X-Files/SG-1:
It wold really not fit her cool as a cucumber FBI agent image if she bitch-slapped Special Agent Fox Mulder.

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I now feel a LOT better about my WIP list...

Lyss, you scare me. (but in a good way)

Holy. Crap. Got some unfinished fic on yer hard drive there? ;) You really do need a website for all your fic to frolic happily in one place.

And one Piotr fic in there, omgyay!

...you just broke my brain.

I want the entire contents of your WIP folder. OMFG. I stopped reading about midway through sg1 cuz I....lost all sense of literacy, I guess?

You're freakin amazing. :fangirls you liek whoa:

I do have a website. I'm just really lazy about updating it... And, there's actually one other Piotr fic, but it's Timey's TTaT-verse, and is only in "I need to plot this" form. I think. Hrm.

That is a scary amount of fic. Based on the completed fic I have read, you should quit your day job and finish all these, starting first with the SG-1. And we will send food to keep you nourished. i can send Girl Scout cookies in March.

Sandy

*pats*

*sends chocolate*

*laugh*

I'll, uh, try... but there's this thing called rent...

Yikes! *tries to work up courage to read them all*

I'm not sure *I* want to read them all.

Allow me to echo the "holy crap!" sentiments. :) But, man, I want to see the Pirate Zhaan story. *bats eyelashes*

heh.

And, sadly, it's less of a Pirate Zhaan fic and more of a "and this is why D'Argo had to live" fic...

Hrm.

Frankly, *I* scare me...

*nod*

Luckily, I think I'll pretend none of that exists. *sticks fingers in ears and singsongs*

Just so it's clear; I have no problem reading all fics. *cracks whip*

Just a very long list here ;o)

I agree with

liminalliz you broke my brain too!

Holy crap, girl, not that I'm complaining, but where the hell do you find the time?!?!?!?!

Find the time? *hollow laugh*

I don't know.... I was joking with Jara that to actually write it all before I die? I'm going to never die....

OMG! Alex Summers/SG-1! You HAVE to write that. For meeeeee? Or something equally Alexious or Clintious or Kittyious? Or Firefly. Because. *looks CUTE*

I'm afraid of doing my own wip list. I'm thinking it's a little bit or a lot longer than this one. Eeep.

*laughs* I'm glad I'm not alone. *clings*

And the Alex piece is SO going to be worked on. I just... have to figure out certain things and, y'know, write it when I'm all inspired...

:devours:

Because I am a masochist...

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