First dent on the fanfic100 challenge.

Title: I Walk This Line
Rating: PG
Character: Elizabeth Weir
Number: 011 Red
Length: 201 words
Summary: Sometimes there isn't a difference.

( “One last question before you’re done: have you been having strange dreams lately?” )

I've always been one to flake off on projects, as my "Unfinished" folder can tell you. However, an idea that someone came up with for a writing challenge was so interesting I thought I'd kill two birds with one stone and do them together.

1. Write 100 fanfics, minimum of 100 words, with no repeats of the "focus" character/pairing.
2. Write 100 fanfics, minimum of 100 words, with prompts from a table.

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Deadline (self imposed, and therefore likely to be ignored): September 1st.

Count: 1/100
Cumulative Word Count: 201

001.	Beginnings.	002.	Middles.	003.	Ends.	004.	Insides.	005.	Outsides.
006.	Hours.	007.	Days.	008.	Weeks.	009.	Months.	010.	Years.
011.	Red.	012.	Orange.	013.	Yellow.	014.	Green.	015.	Blue.
016.	Purple.	017.	Brown.	018.	Black.	019.	White.	020.	Colourless.
021.	Friends.	022.	Enemies.	023.	Lovers.	024.	Family.	025.	Strangers.
026.	Teammates.	027.	Parents.	028.	Children.	029.	Birth.	030.	Death.
031.	Sunrise.	032.	Sunset.	033.	Too Much.	034.	Not Enough.	035.	Sixth Sense.
036.	Smell.	037.	Sound.	038.	Touch.	039.	Taste.	040.	Sight.
041.	Shapes.	042.	Triangle.	043.	Square.	044.	Circle.	045.	Moon.
046.	Star.	047.	Heart.	048.	Diamond.	049.	Club.	050.	Spade.
051.	Water.	052.	Fire.	053.	Earth.	054.	Air.	055.	Spirit.
056.	Breakfast.	057.	Lunch.	058.	Dinner.	059.	Food.	060.	Drink.
061.	Winter.	062.	Spring.	063.	Summer.	064.	Fall.	065.	Passing.
066.	Rain.	067.	Snow.	068.	Lightening.	069.	Thunder.	070.	Storm.
071.	Broken.	072.	Fixed.	073.	Light.	074.	Dark.	075.	Shade.
076.	Who?	077.	What?	078.	Where?	079.	When?	080.	Why?
081.	How?	082.	If.	083.	And.	084.	He.	085.	She.
086.	Choices.	087.	Life.	088.	School.	089.	Work.	090.	Home.
091.	Birthday.	092.	Christmas.	093.	Thanksgiving.	094.	Independence.	095.	New Year.
096.	Writer‘s Choice.	097.	Writer‘s Choice.	098.	Writer‘s Choice.	099.	Writer‘s Choice.	100.	Writer‘s Choice.

Count me crazy, but this might just be fun.

Title: Summer Lovin'
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sam/Jack
Summary: In my life, I love you more...

Author's Note: This was written for oparu via her request on a meme for "Sam/Jack, summery." There were over five variations and attempts to write the original drabble before it eventually spawned this one, leaving a backstory that's referenced in the first sentence (which involves an uncomfortable Cam, a devious Vala and the mysterious dress). That may, one day, see the light of the internet; for now, I leave you with a drabble that has an AN almost as long as it is.

Author's Note II: Bonus points to the reader who correctly identifies the songs from which the title and summary were taken!


( It starts with a dress, and ends up on a screened porch with the afternoon sun quietly slipping away towards the other side of the world, brilliant ambers and golds turning softer, fainter. ) 

    

Because I love oparu 's writing enough to do a meme m'self (although the chances of anyone actually requesting anything are pretty darn small)....

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.

  

So. I have a story.

And given the amount of stories I have waiting to even get put on the backburner, this would seem a bit ridiculous. But I've learned that when a story taps me on the shoulder and says, "I have a few things I'd like you to look over," you grab it and run as far as you can. Eventually, that first spark is going to die, and if you have nothing but broken bits, you have nothing better than ashes.

What I'm dealing with now is a story that is part POTC, part Princess Bride, and part The Terminal. It's a pirate story, and the key image that comes to mind is along the lines of a pirate captain, proud and scarred and beautiful, and the wide, wide blue sky stretching out behind her.

The issue is, it can go two ways at this stage. What I've gotten from the story is light-hearted with a darker, somewhat serious undertone, but shallow enough to have only a sprinkling of morals mixed in with the fun. Where I can see it going, however, is a place that's much deeper, reaching out to touch on bigger themes (hopefully, of course, because what works in my mind rarely transfers well to paper), with far more serious backstories. Similar events would take place, but the scope and depth of their consequences, and the players in the events, would be dramatically different.

Think "Why is all the rum gone?" versus "Why is everything I've struggled to hold onto gone?"

Of course, the second story wouldn't be without it's more fanciful moments (Pirates! Do you know how long I've wanted to write pirates?), nor the first without it's meaningful ones, but they're completely different barrels of fish.

So, opinion time! (And also another mile-marker: first poll.)

Poll #1396579 Plundering Plot Polls
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Should I opt for a lighter or more mature story?

Would more details be helpful?

Does anyone actually read these posts (out of curiosity)?

  

Title: To Everything, A Season
Rating: G
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Length: Drabble
Summary: "Goodbye" leaves a place for "Hello."

Author's Note: All drabbles can be read as stand-alone, or as they were intended to, as part of a series. This is the final part.

The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII.

( The afternoon drizzle has turned into an evening rainfall that keeps the families inside their warm, safe houses, doors all up and down the street shut firmly against the elements.  )

Title: Better to Have Loved And Lost
Rating: G
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Length: Drabble
Genre: Angst
Summary: If two become one, then she truly is half a person.

Author's Note: All drabbles can be read as stand-alone, or as they were intended to, as part of a series.

The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII.

( It takes time, relearning how to sleep alone. )
 

It's taken me six months, but I finally gathered up the courage to return to a faraway land tonight, somewhere I had long dwelled, whose shores I had left behind on a sudden, whim-driven departure and thought to perhaps never see again. It was a place I had out-grown, I tried to convince myself, an island whose borders were drawn in age and society's demands and they limited me, shamed me. But as C. S. Lewis once wrote, "When I became a (wo)man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be grown-up," and as Bon Jovi sang, "Who says you can't go home?"

I returned to that long-ago "home" tonight.

And I willing admit that I had thought not to see recent posts on my Friends page, assumed that the world would have stuttered and stalled since the end of my stay, the end of that mythical island's days. Shame on me, for not knowing better. If there's one thing that time and tears and all these years spent here have taught me, it's that things never truly stop, but simply change, as I have. I am not the same person I was seven months ago, and I think I am the better for it.

I have been the better for knowing you.

When my beloved Atlantis finally started to die, when we knew that it was well and truly over, I wrote a letter explaining my soon-to-be absence, and what things I had left unfinished, unseen by any eyes but my own. I never posted it, and I'm glad of that. It means I have many more things to share with you.

I think I'm strong enough now to finish those lost stories, and begin the ones that were never begun. I don't know what I've lost over the months, or what I've gained, or even how these stories will change because of these things - but I'm willing to find out.

Ashita made, friends. Until tomorrow.

So, anyone feel up to letting me bounce ideas off of them?

On a related note, I've actually started to go back and watch old episodes to realign the Elizabeth and John in my head with show canon... as much as that's worth, anyway. It's like revisiting some place from my past: pleasant, good memories, a fond and worn love...

    

Title: To The Grave
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Kidfic - sga_flashfic 
Character: Teyla Emmagen
Warnings: Blood, death
Summary: Even in the womb, her people know this sound.

Author's Note: ...well, this did not turn out like I was thinking it would, but since it was written for this challenge and still has to do with "kids"...


There is a peace in this, a simple acceptance of the reality that lies around her without protest or illusion of control.

   

Title: Bellerophon's Obituary
Rating: PG-13
Challenge:  sga_flashfic - comfort
Length: 101 words
Summary: There are only so many things they can say.

He fell in the line of duty / gave her life to save her team / went down fighting / bought us enough time
  
   

Title: Freely Given
Rating: G
Length: Drabble
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Summary: She will never give an order to "stay."

The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V. VI.

( For every dog lover, there is a moment when you know that you are their whole world. )
    

So I was just about to make a post complaining about the lack of inspiration and Muse!ness going on right now, despite the thirty-item long list of "To Be Written", when (of course) an idea hit me.

I'm not a proponent of McKay/Sheppard, but read into whatever you want.


Title: Who Gave This Life To Me
Rating: PG
Characters: Rodney McKay, John Sheppard
Length: Drabble
Summary: And he's the only one left to recieve it.

Author's Note: Inspired by Live Without by slodwick and Glass, Half-- by trinityofone 

</lj></lj>( It's an American flag, and he never thought that he'd be so proud to have one in his home, in his hands and covered with the silent stains of tears, but he is. )
   
     

Title: To That Rock I'm Clinging
Rating: G
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Length: Drabble
Genre: Fluff
Summary: He, unlike Sedge, never learned to keep his nose out of trouble.

The Little Things I. II. III. IV. V.


  

Title: Parade Rest
Rating: G
Warning: Spoilers for Stargate: Continuum
Character: Samantha Carter
Summary: And deep inside, the soldier waits until she's needed.

Author's Note: Had this kicking around in the back of my head since first watching Continuum. The other idea might join this soon... or not.


   

While cleaning out my hard drive and going through scattered memory sticks, I came across a flash drive that has a good number of fics saved on it. Only a handful are actually finished, and most of those have already been posted, but there are a few that haven't seen the light of a LJ post. For my lack of anything coherent to say after watching Continuum, I offer this typically "me" piece.


Title: Our Green-Eyed Mistress
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John Sheppard, Atlantis
Summary: Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.   --Havelock Ellis

( Atlantis realized they were leaving after three of the teams had managed to ‘gate out from under the city’s watchful eye with a pretense of visiting trading sites. )
        

Title: Five Men She Trusts With Her Life
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: Five things - sga_flashfic
Summary: ...and for a whole variety of reasons, too.

   

Title: Physician of the Mind Diseased
Rating: PG-13
Challenge: First aid - sga_flashfic 
Character: Kate Heightmeyer
Summary: There is a reason they call her "Doctor."
 
  

Title: Chain of Command
Rating: G
Pairing: Sparky
Length: Drabble
Genre: Fluff
Summary: And his idea of "positive reinforcement" is quite different from Sedge's.

The Little Things I. II. III. IV.
  

    

And a third one. :)

Title: Living in the Present
Rating: PG
Pairing: Sparky, Elizabeth/Simon
Genre: Fluff
Summary: She's learning to focus on the moment, on the "now."

The Little Things I. II. III. IV.

( Her first long stay away had ended badly, with a return home to the shredded remains of an old, handmade quilt. )