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astolat
I only do this because 99.9% of these are dead in the water :-(
Boston Legal:
He walked up to her at the Halloween party. She was dressed like Justice, although her blindfold had holes for her beady little eyes. It smacked of hubris. Denny hated hubris, just like he hated her.
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
Let me tell you how Harmony Lane broke my heart. Those of you with personal girl trauma, I suggest you skip the next section, it may make you cry.
Life On Mars epic--Gene is FROM THE FUUUUTURE!!!
Still, it took them a week to fix the paperwork, so after finding a flat painted in a dubious beige he spent the days browsing through pawn stores and op shops, picking up a turntable and old Bowie vinyls, a pair of dark cords here and a leather jacket there. He wore them around in a sick homage, unable to stop himself. His mum, the only person he really saw, hated it. You used to look so smart, she said, lips pursed in disapproval. Now you look like a reject from the seventies.
LOM wallporn:
"Listen, you smug little bastard," Gene hissed, millimetres away. "Call me whatever you damn well please and I'll wear the hat and sing the bloody theme tune. But this is my city you're talking about. Tread lightly, sonny."
Lotrips/Lost crossover (years old and abandoned; this is approx 2/3 of the entirety of what I have):
"Fuck Elwood. Fuck Elwood, fuck your job, you don't need it. Come to LA with me."
Dom willed Billy to say yes with all his might. He stared into Billy's eyes and fiercely imagined all the terrible things that could happen to Billy, you know, by accident, if Billy said no. He told Billy with his eyes how miserable he would be if Billy said no. He told Billy with his hand on Billy's waist how awesome it could be, just the two of them against the rest of LA.
"Yeah, ok," said Billy, on shuddery breaths.
This is the beginning of it, Dom thought. This is the beginning of a greatness. "Excellent," he said, and smiled wide. "I'll move the flights forward tomorrow."
A Night at the Museum:
Sometimes Octavius made him really, really angry, like the time he spent a whole week of nights chatting up some Incan virgin sacrifice. Like he would ever have a chance.
Sports Night:
Dan laughs. It shakes warmly along his arm and all through Casey's body. "You wouldn't know an emu if it romanced you with dinner and a movie."
Casey begs to differ. Charlie did a project on them last year. They're giant scary kangaroo-bird things. "I know they run fast, did you know that?"
"You wouldn't know an emu if it kissed you gently on the cheek," Dan smirks, and moves, and for a weird second Casey thinks Dan is going to do just that.
Supernatural:
Okay, all this has is a title: SO THESE TWO BROTHERS WALK INTO A GAY BAR
But come on. I think you can imagine the rest.
House/Casablanca crossover crack:
At the beginning of the twenty-first century, eyes across the globe turned hopefully, or desperately, to America, where advances in medical science and diagnostic techniques injected fresh life into those who could afford it. Ill people hacked and wheezed their way across the nation, frantic to find cures for what ailed them. A tortuous route sprang up: from Barnes-Jewish across to the Cleveland Clinic, a thigh-clotting flight over the desert to UCLA, and then, by train, or auto, or Medevac, back east to Johns Hopkins. In those centres of healing, many found relief. But the sickest of all eventually found their way to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, obtained drugs or surgery, and exited, ready to begin their new life. The others, wait in the Clinic.
And wait...and wait..and wait.
Smallville/House crossover:
Lex Luthor's first mistake was to call during a long, occasionally boring, heavily ellipsed monologue by Wilson which, to the best of House's estimation, had something to do with fate and lies how awesome House was. House liked that part of it, although he wasn't so keen on the pop psychology.
Some S2 era thing:
Wilson groaned and tried to force out a whaaaaaat but the effort was beyond him, sleep and dismay and relief tying up his vocal chords as he realised that this lumpy couch was not his own lumpy couch, that he hadn't fallen asleep in Julie's quaintly appointed living room in front of the Hallmark Channel again. He lifted his hand to rub at his face, get some blood and feeling into it, wipe off the drool. As he did so House snatched his own hand back from where it had been resting, no, where it had been gripping the back of the couch, leaving long, deep imprints.
"Jesus," House said, his voice an early-morning rasp. "As if six am isn't bad enough, I have to see your face."
The entirety of some other pre-show thing that was to complement another of my fics:
Wilson didn't really know why House had come to his wedding reception. They barely even knew each other. But between Angie and himself there weren't many friends and family and she had wanted a dream wedding and that needed guests so Wilson had taken a chance on his colleague.
House had flatly refused to turn up for the ceremony but seemed to be enjoying himself at the reception, drinking all the booze Wilson couldn't really afford to pay for and alternately flirting with and terrorising the waitresses.
Harry Potter - post DH (spoilers!)
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One Week Later
Fred's funeral was the worst, was worse than anything Harry could have imagined, worse than Lupin and Tonks's funeral, where he ended up holding a screaming Teddy because Tonks's mother was shaking too badly, this baby godson who looked nothing like anyone Harry loved; worse than Colin Creevey's, whose brother Nigel tenderly placed a camera upon the coffin as it was lowered and squeaked in delight and dismay when he saw Harry, then promptly burst into tears; worse than Snape's funeral, attended by the now-familiar trio of Harry, Professor McGonagall and Kingsley, who stood steady as a rock but looked out over the grounds towards Hogwarts with a distinctly uncomfortable expression on his face, and left as soon as possible, muttering apologies.
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astolatI only do this because 99.9% of these are dead in the water :-(
Boston Legal:
He walked up to her at the Halloween party. She was dressed like Justice, although her blindfold had holes for her beady little eyes. It smacked of hubris. Denny hated hubris, just like he hated her.
Kiss Kiss Bang Bang:
Let me tell you how Harmony Lane broke my heart. Those of you with personal girl trauma, I suggest you skip the next section, it may make you cry.
Life On Mars epic--Gene is FROM THE FUUUUTURE!!!
Still, it took them a week to fix the paperwork, so after finding a flat painted in a dubious beige he spent the days browsing through pawn stores and op shops, picking up a turntable and old Bowie vinyls, a pair of dark cords here and a leather jacket there. He wore them around in a sick homage, unable to stop himself. His mum, the only person he really saw, hated it. You used to look so smart, she said, lips pursed in disapproval. Now you look like a reject from the seventies.
LOM wallporn:
"Listen, you smug little bastard," Gene hissed, millimetres away. "Call me whatever you damn well please and I'll wear the hat and sing the bloody theme tune. But this is my city you're talking about. Tread lightly, sonny."
Lotrips/Lost crossover (years old and abandoned; this is approx 2/3 of the entirety of what I have):
"Fuck Elwood. Fuck Elwood, fuck your job, you don't need it. Come to LA with me."
Dom willed Billy to say yes with all his might. He stared into Billy's eyes and fiercely imagined all the terrible things that could happen to Billy, you know, by accident, if Billy said no. He told Billy with his eyes how miserable he would be if Billy said no. He told Billy with his hand on Billy's waist how awesome it could be, just the two of them against the rest of LA.
"Yeah, ok," said Billy, on shuddery breaths.
This is the beginning of it, Dom thought. This is the beginning of a greatness. "Excellent," he said, and smiled wide. "I'll move the flights forward tomorrow."
A Night at the Museum:
Sometimes Octavius made him really, really angry, like the time he spent a whole week of nights chatting up some Incan virgin sacrifice. Like he would ever have a chance.
Sports Night:
Dan laughs. It shakes warmly along his arm and all through Casey's body. "You wouldn't know an emu if it romanced you with dinner and a movie."
Casey begs to differ. Charlie did a project on them last year. They're giant scary kangaroo-bird things. "I know they run fast, did you know that?"
"You wouldn't know an emu if it kissed you gently on the cheek," Dan smirks, and moves, and for a weird second Casey thinks Dan is going to do just that.
Supernatural:
Okay, all this has is a title: SO THESE TWO BROTHERS WALK INTO A GAY BAR
But come on. I think you can imagine the rest.
House/Casablanca crossover crack:
At the beginning of the twenty-first century, eyes across the globe turned hopefully, or desperately, to America, where advances in medical science and diagnostic techniques injected fresh life into those who could afford it. Ill people hacked and wheezed their way across the nation, frantic to find cures for what ailed them. A tortuous route sprang up: from Barnes-Jewish across to the Cleveland Clinic, a thigh-clotting flight over the desert to UCLA, and then, by train, or auto, or Medevac, back east to Johns Hopkins. In those centres of healing, many found relief. But the sickest of all eventually found their way to Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Here, the fortunate ones, through money, or influence, or luck, obtained drugs or surgery, and exited, ready to begin their new life. The others, wait in the Clinic.
And wait...and wait..and wait.
Smallville/House crossover:
Lex Luthor's first mistake was to call during a long, occasionally boring, heavily ellipsed monologue by Wilson which, to the best of House's estimation, had something to do with fate and lies how awesome House was. House liked that part of it, although he wasn't so keen on the pop psychology.
Some S2 era thing:
Wilson groaned and tried to force out a whaaaaaat but the effort was beyond him, sleep and dismay and relief tying up his vocal chords as he realised that this lumpy couch was not his own lumpy couch, that he hadn't fallen asleep in Julie's quaintly appointed living room in front of the Hallmark Channel again. He lifted his hand to rub at his face, get some blood and feeling into it, wipe off the drool. As he did so House snatched his own hand back from where it had been resting, no, where it had been gripping the back of the couch, leaving long, deep imprints.
"Jesus," House said, his voice an early-morning rasp. "As if six am isn't bad enough, I have to see your face."
The entirety of some other pre-show thing that was to complement another of my fics:
Wilson didn't really know why House had come to his wedding reception. They barely even knew each other. But between Angie and himself there weren't many friends and family and she had wanted a dream wedding and that needed guests so Wilson had taken a chance on his colleague.
House had flatly refused to turn up for the ceremony but seemed to be enjoying himself at the reception, drinking all the booze Wilson couldn't really afford to pay for and alternately flirting with and terrorising the waitresses.
Harry Potter - post DH (spoilers!)
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One Week Later
Fred's funeral was the worst, was worse than anything Harry could have imagined, worse than Lupin and Tonks's funeral, where he ended up holding a screaming Teddy because Tonks's mother was shaking too badly, this baby godson who looked nothing like anyone Harry loved; worse than Colin Creevey's, whose brother Nigel tenderly placed a camera upon the coffin as it was lowered and squeaked in delight and dismay when he saw Harry, then promptly burst into tears; worse than Snape's funeral, attended by the now-familiar trio of Harry, Professor McGonagall and Kingsley, who stood steady as a rock but looked out over the grounds towards Hogwarts with a distinctly uncomfortable expression on his face, and left as soon as possible, muttering apologies.
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Date: 2007-08-03 12:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-03 04:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-03 03:15 pm (UTC)finish something.:P
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Date: 2007-08-03 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 11:02 am (UTC)I love the fact that you even have attemptd to write Night at the Museum fic. The BL fic could totally just stand alone as a little quickfire fic. And the Lost/Lotrips one! lsdkjfalkdfjaksfd YES. Did I know you were a lotripper? We could have met in a previous fannish life!
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Date: 2007-08-08 11:24 am (UTC)Perhaps we have crossed paths before! I wasn't very active in lotrips, although I wrote a short, bad fic in it :-D But for a while I was Very Heavily Invested in the One True Love of Dominic Monaghan and Billy Boyd. And they still make me all tingly all over! I was pretty much waiting to find out what the answer to the mystery on Lost was before I went any further with it, and then I got bored with Lost. Oh well.
The BL fic is probably the closest out of all of them to being finished, which is not to say that it will see daylight any time soon. Oh god, I AM SUCH A BAD WRITER.