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Wednesday, May 21st, 2008 05:37 pm
Stupid muses... *kicks*


1. "I didn't know Pegasus had fairy tales."
"Fairy tales?"
"Like Jack and Beanstalk, or Snow White, you know, didn't Kinsey bring Disney movies back with her last trip?"
"Ah, those."
"Yeah, shoulda figured there'd be some here too but I never really thought about it."
"They aren't fairy tales."
"Huh?"
"Fairy tales aren't real."


2. "True love's kiss?"
"Yup."
"You're kidding me, right?"
"Sadly, no. They actually programmed the computer only to respond to a certain combination of nerochemicals."
"What possible scientific reason can the Ancients have for playing Snow White in the middle of a lab?"
"Dunno, maybe it was more of a practical joke."


3. "Wait, wait, we have to put on a play? I don't know any plays!"
"Yeah, I don't really see us getting through Hamlet either."
"They aren't looking for Shakespeare guys, they just want a simple story acted out. Like a mummer's play. It's just an exchange of folk tales."
"Folk tales?"
"Fairy tales, fables, that sort of thing."
"Ah, well then, the Three Little Pigs it is!"


4. Once in my Father's Father's time, once in my Mother's Mother's days, there lived a house that flew.


5. It was in the dead of winter
In among the dark of winter
Hidden in the birch tree gardens
Planted, tended, long ago...

Because no one can have to much trochee (trochees?) ^_~
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Monday, May 19th, 2008 10:42 pm
in fairy tales nobody dies --a harp of hair, a flute of bone-- where good is good --a barrel with nails, red hot shoes-- and in the end the evil is vanquished --threw them so high into the air that they fell and were smashed into pieces--


The Tinder-Box
The Singing Bone
Binnorie
Snow White
The Goose Girl

Hrm. *ponders*
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Thursday, April 3rd, 2008 01:51 pm
TITLE: Polite Conversation
FANDOM: Stargate SG-1
LENGTH/RATING: WIP, PG
SUMMARY: Some things are best left unexplained...
AUTHOR'S NOTES: And yes, I do believe in a Zombie Jewish Carpenter... because if you can't find a little humor in your own religion, you're doing it wrong. ^_~


Cam: In the beginning there was nothing-- )
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Thursday, March 20th, 2008 10:54 am
*pokes* Random idea, shall have to fiddle with it some as the day goes on... spoilers for roughly every other episode... ever.

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Cut for spoilers )
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Saturday, May 26th, 2007 03:28 pm
Something for the flashfic comm, I think. *pokes Muses* Can't seem to come up with anything solid... oh well. Will work on it more after the nap. ^_^

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"That's supposed to be me?"

The other Rodney frowned, but didn't reply immediately, and that was just one more thing that made the back of John's eyes itch. The same eyes, same face, same body (if in better shape), but there was nothing Rodney about the man. Rod at least had been Rodney, if somewhat distorted, this-- this wasn't even close.

"He's not supposed to be you," the defacto leader of their doubles was as just as not-Ronon as the not-Rodney. "None of us were supposed to be you, that's not the point."

"So what was the point?" Because if the doubles didn't act like the originals (and with the haircuts and clothing, didn't look much like them either) then John couldn't for the life of him figure out why they'd been cloned at all.

"We have a limited genepool, your-- I mean our unique contributions offered us a chance to extended the viability of the colony for several more generations." Not-Rodney wasn't quite glaring at Rodney the First, but he'd apparently taken the accusation that he was somehow an inferior copy as an insult. Not that John blamed him.

"Well you could have asked," Rodney snapped.

"Would you have said no?"

"Yes! I mean, no. I mean--" Rodney crossed his arms and glared at the not-Ronon. "My DNA is my DNA and you had no right to go walking off with it without my permission."
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Monday, May 21st, 2007 08:47 am
TITLE: Signs of Life (WIP)
FANDOM: House and Buffy the Vampire Slayer
LENGTH/RATING: 556 words, PG-13
SUMMARY: D-E-D spells dead.


"Well?" Wilson waited just outside the doorway of the hospital room, looking as if he expected House to have found some sort of rational explanation for the medical impossibility that was harassing the nurses from the hospital bed.

House limped past him with a snort. "Your patient is suffering from a terminal case of Dead."

"Wait, what?" Wilson fell into step beside him, reaching for the casefile.

"Dead. D-E-A-D, or D-E-D, if you're too cool for an extra vowel." House handed over the folder with some reluctance, as if there was some mystical link between his diagnosis and the paperwork. Which there wasn't, but it was sort of fun to watch Wilson grasp at straws.

The oncologist flipped through the paperwork, "Death is not a diagnosis--"

"But 'vampire' is a gateway diagnosis," House pointed out solemnly, "if I go with that, werewolves are only a step behind. Next thing you know we'll be overrun with oversexed fairytales. So unless you're hiding a succubus in your office, I'm sticking with 'ded'."

"He's not a vampire," Wilson rolled his eyes. "I'm sure there's a logical explanation."

"Differential diagnosis for no heartbeat is still-- wait for it, wait for it," House paused dramatically. "Ded."

"Who's dead?" One of the nurses came around the corner catching only the last word of the conversation.

"Apparently not the vampire."

The nurse blinked, then looked over at Wilson who shrugged noncommittally. "Well he's got visitors."

"See?" House gestured triumphantly.

"See what?"

"She thinks he's a vampire too."

"She does not."

"Ha. Then how did she know who I was talking about?"

There was a uncomfortable pause in which Wilson perfected his look of long-suffering disbelief and House started sliding from smug to irritated.

"I'll send them up then," the Nurse retreated back around the corner only to find herself overrun by the herd of teenagers she'd been heading to collect.

"Where is he? I know you have him here somewhere," the blond girl was apparently suffering from a serious lack of 'Respect for one's elders' and House latched onto the new source of irritation.

"You right, we do, we've got him locked away in a broom closet somewhere because hospitals are known for their long and infamous history of brute force abductions." He gave her an overly dramatic once-over, "Although I might be willing to exchange hostages."

"Wait, where is who?" Wilson ignored both the blond and House and focused in on the middle-aged man who appeared to be playing chaperone.

"We're looking for--"

"The vampire?" House offered helpfully, ignoring Wilson's death glare. "Room 117, right down the hall."

"He's not--"

"Of course he's not, silly me, he's just dead. Room 117," House pointed down the hallway with his cane. "Can't miss it, it's the one with the vampire."

For a moment the man looked like he was going to keep arguing, but he sighed, pushing his glasses up to rub the bridge of his nose, and following the teenagers, most of which had already left in the direction of room 117.

House watched them go then turned towards his office with a smirk. "Told you so, D-E-D spells vampire." There was a short silence as the two ambled down the hallway. "I guess this means I'll have to start investing in flea collars."

"Flea collars?"

"Werewolves," House intoned solemnly.



"HOUSE, M.D." and other related entities are owned, (TM) and © by HEEL AND TOEL FILMS and BAD HAT HARRY PRODUCTIONS in association with NBC UNIVERSAL TELEVISION. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

"BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER" is owned, (TM) and © by Twentieth Century Fox, Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, and the WB Network. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.


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Wednesday, May 16th, 2007 10:49 pm
Rough, rough, Shakespeare he is not... playing on the Five Things Meme, only not. ^_~

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Love was overrated; overrated, irritating, infectious, but possibly the best amusement value to be had for the least amount of effort. He'd learned long ago that romantic farces played out in real life almost as well as in sitcoms and he'd spent more time than he'd admit in college strategizing on the how's and why's of matchmaking. Or match-unmaking, depending on his mood.

1. Cuddy/House
2. Cuddy/Wilson
3. Wilson/Cameron
3. Cameron/Chase
House: Oh for the love of-, it's not Tuesday yet. Do I have to get the hose?

4. Cameron/Foreman
House: Process of elimination, really.

5. Foreman/Chase/Cameron
House: What? It's a perfectly reasonable idea, I could even sell tickets!

6. Foreman/Janitor
House: Hey you, come here?
Janitor: Me?
House: No, I was talking to the mop.

7. Cameron/House
8. Chase/House
9. Chase/Random-person-in-the-waiting-room
Rpitwr:

10. Chase/Cameron (again)
Cameron: *throws things*

11. House/Random-person-in-the-waiting-room
House: You? Again? And here I thought you only had eyes for short blonde and monosyllabic.
Rpitwr: Can I have another doctor?
House: No, you love me, just admit it. Now where did we leave off? Insomnia? Night terrors? Boogeymen hiding in your closet?
Rpitwr:

12. Wilson/Random-person-in-the-waiting-room
Rpitwr: Help!
House: Oh I see, fickle little thing aren't you.

13. House/Wilson
Wilson: Do you have to do that?
House: What? *munches sandwich*
Wilson: -That-, eat my lunch.
House: Technically it's dinner, and besides, you don't mind.
Wilson: I don't?
House: I mentioned I don't like pastrami, you stop buying pastrami; I drop the hint that danishes might possibly be God's greatest gift to the pastry world and, voila *waves danish* Ergo, you don't mind.
Wilson: I stopped eating pastrami because you are giving me an ulcer, and I happen to like danishes. Not that you ever let me eat them...
House: See? True love at last. Now I'm going to go hide before somebody notices the distinct lack of genius in the clinic. Mums the word!
Wilson: *sighs*
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Monday, January 29th, 2007 10:54 am
TITLE: Five for Silver, Six for Gold
FANDOM: Peter Pan
AU: Too Old For Neverland
LENGTH/RATING: 379 words, PG, WIP
SUMMARY: Rough start to something, not sure yet where it is leading.


There is something in the shadows. She can't see it, not quite, just the hint of something that doesn't belong. Behind her John and Greg wait, silent and still as the shadow-that-isn't. After a moment the feeling fades and Wendy straightens, frowning at the spot where it had been.

"What was it?" Greg still has his gun up and pointed at the empty space. They know better than to bring lights so he's just another shadow in the darkness.

"Who was it?" John's been with her longer and knows what is never as important as who.

She ignores both of them, focusing on tracking down the faint taste of other. When she finally finds it, sandalwood and lime, she curses in a language she's forgotten she knows. "It's Odelina."

"Again?"

Greg is beginning to grate on her; he asks too many rhetorical questions and she's used to silence. She'll talk to Beck when they get back, there must be other things they can have him do.

"Wen," the voice over the headset is just loud enough for her to hear, pitched well below the normal ranges. "Red team bagged two stragglers, looks like the rest of the nest is long gone."

Which meant someone had warned them. Again. Only this time the list of suspects was down to one. He'd already holstered his gun by the time she turned, meeting her gaze with the same faint smile he used whenever she caught him in a lie.

"You still need me."

She was tempted to point out that he'd be just as useful bound into a dog instead, but Greg was taking the abrupt change in conversation badly.

"That's not--" The gun wasn't quite pointed at John, but it was close enough. She took it from him before he noticed she was moving.

"It is and it isn't," she flicked the safety on and handed it back to him. "Why don't you go help Warren." She had never been good at subtly, but he reluctantly took the cue and headed back out of the warehouse.

"In all honesty, what did you expect me to do?" It was still John's voice, but the inflections were Roxanne's. "Letting you slaughter my relatives was never part of the bargain."

"No, it's not."

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PETER PAN is possibly still under copyright to Sir James Matthew Barrie and the Hospital for Sick Children, Great Ormond Street, London, but apparently it depends on who you ask. All rights reserved. No copyright infringement is intended nor implied.

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Wednesday, December 27th, 2006 07:45 pm
TITLE: Hushed and White With Snow
PART 7/7: And All My Dreams Will Sweeter Be
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 789 words, first draft
MOOD/RATING: Serious/PG13
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: Sometimes life is nothing more than the act of moving forward.
NOTES: This is a BETA/WIP posting and I'll be changing stuff around as I go. Newer bits are in blue and rough bits are in red so as to avoid confusing those folk who are reading it... brave, brave folks that they are. ^_^;;;

And All My Dreams Will Sweeter Be )
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Wednesday, December 27th, 2006 07:44 pm
PART TITLE: Butterfly Effect
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 298 words, rough outline
MOOD/RATING: Serious/PG13
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY:
NOTES: This is a BETA/WIP posting and I'll be changing stuff around as I go. Newer bits are in blue and rough bits are in red so as to avoid confusing those folk who are reading it... brave, brave folks that they are. ^_^;;;

Chapter/Part 6 )
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Wednesday, December 27th, 2006 07:44 pm
PART TITLE: Songs Sung from Memory
FANDOM: Stargate Atlantis
LENGTH: 0 words
MOOD/RATING: Serious/PG13
PAIRING: None
SUMMARY: pending
NOTES: This is a BETA/WIP posting and I'll be changing stuff around as I go. Newer bits are in blue and rough bits are in red so as to avoid confusing those folk who are reading it... brave, brave folks that they are. ^_^;;;

Chapter/Part 5 )
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Tuesday, September 5th, 2006 02:03 pm
IN PROGRESS, will be edited and split up and whatnot later...

Past and Present

It was halfway through his residency when Ant walked out of the emergency room )

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Gestalt

Amy and Matt and Ant all had a touch of the gene )

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Like Onions

Matt loves guns and explosives and curses a blue streak when he gets excited or mad, )

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Geeks vs Nerds

Steven isn't McKay and he isn't Zelenka and he still hasn't gotten used to being McCravey. )

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Not Exactly

Patricia wasn't a geek, exactly, )

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Still Just Amy

She was a small-town girl with big-town dreams, )
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Friday, December 2nd, 2005 11:42 am
This is a quick journey into the past of the 'Truth With a Capital T' universe. One of many such outings, this fic was written in order to help me flesh out the relationships between the characters. For BETAing, I'm looking for the obvious ‘Your Plot Sucks' as well as the more specific canon errors. I want to get in the heads of these characters, so please let me know what I've done wrong so far. More to be posted, 'o course. ^_^

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Alice and the Unicorn
by Martha (and cat)

"Ow! Bloody hell," the vampire stumbled back from his victim, nearly tripping over his accomplice. The smell of singed hair and ozone quickly permeated the alley. The scents mingled with the generic odor of the late 19th century European city and were lost in the stench. Hunting outside of pubs was convenient, but nauseating.
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