Title: I Measure Every Grief I Meet
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Elizabeth, others

Author's Note: Written for sgahcchallenges ' comment fic exchange. linziday asked for:

Characters: Any
Request: An infirmary scene. Maybe someone's ill/injured, or maybe it's just a post mission check, or maybe it's an ordinary day where people wander in and out, or maybe. . . you decide!
Don't want: Deathfic.

You're lucky if you're brought back in pieces and fucking blessed if you're mostly in one, or so the Marines say.

   

Title: A Cup of Kindness Yet
Rating: PG-13
Characters: John, Team
Warnings: H/C
Author's Note: Written for the sgahcchallenges ' comment fic exchange. kriadydragon asked for:

Prompt: Wing!fic
Characters: John, team or one of team
Request: John with wings and John whumped is fine, but what I would really like is John a prisoner in some circus where he is displayed as a freak and abused (extra points if he's thin but not emaciated. I doubt his "owners" would starve him but maybe forget to feed him because they're drunk, or he's so stressed the food isn't doing him any good.) The team or one of the team saving him. He could have amnesia or this could be the first time he and the team/person meet.
Don't want: uber-emaciation, stupid/foolish John, anyone else whumped worse than John. Rape, nudity (though shirtlessness is fine). Humor at John's expense.

The fic can be found towards the middle of the comments on the original prompt. You'll probably see more from me in this universe in the future. :)

There are stars out here – lost somewhere between the flashing Ferris wheel behind him and the striped canvas before him – but he hasn’t come outside for the view.

   

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, participants: 1

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.