Title: On a Need to Know Basis
Words: 723
Fandom: Psych
Notes: No specific setting. Gus/Henry implied. I was trying to go more for the confusion of the reader rather than the confusion of the characters, though that’s there, too. For fiction_stadium.


( “Dude, I’ve got it. Jules.” )

Title: The Business of Men
Words: 530
Fandom: Firefly
Notes: Set during the series. Jayne/Simon. For fiction_stadium.


( The man writhing under Jayne’s forearm opened and closed his mouth like a fish. )

Title: Cybercrimes Department of Horrors
Words: 235
Fandom: NCIS
Notes: The title is totally supposed to be a Little Shop of Horrors joke. Spoilers for the season finale. For fiction_stadium.


( “I don’t understand,” McGee admitted. )

I found some of the woobie Tim stuff I'd written, an unabashedly woobie AU of dragonessasmith's Child's Play AU. It's pretty silly, but not all of it is all that bad. It would be nice if I could write more things that are not all that bad. But we'll see.

Anyway, this is some of the woobie Tim AU. Both could be stand alone stories, but they're part of a larger universe I can't decide if I'm going to finish.

( The D Word )

Later, when Jimmy moves in next door with Uncle Donald (heh). dragonessasmith had his parents as circus performers, but I think I'd been watching Stargate SG-1 again when I wrote this, so I have them as archaeologists. Heh. Circus performers definitely works better.

( Little does he know, most of the neighborhood kids live in one house, right next door. )

Ratings: Pant on. Spoilers for early s2 in all three.

Title: Baby Boy
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Derek Morgan, Carl Buford
Prompt: 001, beginnings
Word count: 111
Warning: Carl Buford is a sleazy pervert, canonically. Say it with me, folks: Molesting a child is wrong. But I guess it makes for great drama. Non-explicit.

( Derek used to like going to the community center. )


Title: Age
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Derek Morgan, Carl Buford
Prompt: 038, touch
Word count: 203. Mama, Papa, and the two babies of the Drabble family.
Warning: Follows “Baby Boy,” a few years later. Even though it's non-explicit, I weirded myself out big time with this one.

( I can never be mad at you for long. )


Title: Walking Wounded
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Derek Morgan, mentions Elle Greenaway gen
Prompt: 026, teammates
Word count: 100

( Even Superman died, once. )

Link to the slightly-smaller-than-medium-sized table of doom.

Spoilers for s1.

( Chrissy suggested Jack/Owen and Minesweeper. I managed Jack, Owen, and Minesweeper. )

Title: First Base
Words: 555
Fandom: Torchwood
Notes: Jack/Ianto, Jack/other, set sometime in series two. For fiction_stadium.

( So. )

Hey, do you guys remember that one comm, contrelamontre, that was really awesome a couple of years ago and then it kind of died out?

Yeah, 3lbsponge is trying to revive it. What a brilliant idea.

And because I think it's such a brilliant idea, I'm (trying) to contribute fic.

My first Mag7 fic ever, to be exact.

All right, the point of the comm is to write a story in x-amount of (this case, 45) minutes. The story isn't as polished as I would normally like to have it, therefore it's not going in any comms but contrelamontre, ever. You don't even have to read it especially since I know I'm falling into at least two of the learnings from the How To Get People To NOT Read Your Story course XD But I have popped my Mag7-fic-writing cherry. Therefore, it is...well, it's acceptable, I think.

Title: Aces Wild
Fandom: Magnificent Seven, ATF AU
Rating: Pants on. Well. They're off at one point, but non-descriptively removed.
Pairing: Ezra Standish/Vin Tanner
Notes: For the contrelamontre cards challenge. This is my first completed fic in a really long time. And, faux pas though it may be, I'm admitting that this is my first Mag7 fic. Also, I suck at titles. I own up to this fact.
Disclaimer: People who are not me own Mag7.

( In Ezra's hands, the playing cards fluttered and slid together with perfect ease. )

Author: Kate Shelby/counterfeitcoin
Title: Modern Life
Recipient: rachel_martin64
Disclaimer: I don't even own the notebook I wrote this in.
Warnings/Rating: I guess it's PG-13/Teen?
Summary: “Come down on your own/.../I'm near the end, and I just ain't got the time/Oh, and I'm wasted, and I can't find my way home.” Blind Faith, “Can't Find my Way Home”
Recipient's request: Scott/Logan, a 1967 Ford Mustang with an 8-track player, and the 1969 song by Blind Faith (Eric Clapton/Steve Winwood), "Can't Find My Way Home." Movieverse please. It is movieverse including X3 but it's slightly modified (in very important ways). I hope you like this.

( He could feel the medicine making his mind docile. )

Title: Alive
Summary: This is wrong screams over and over in his head.
Rating: PG-13?
Challenge: For ncis_flashfic original characters challenge.
Characters: Tony DiNozzo, Tim McGee, and a couple original characters.
Notes: No spoilers. Pre-slash, unbeta'd. This is probably going to become an excerpt for a longer story, but I'm not sure. And of course, I own the show, AND I have some great beach front properties you might be interested in. Meet you in Antarctica in three weeks. I'm horrible at titles.
Feedback: is love, even if you hate the story and wish I never wrote it or that you never read it. :)

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( The hospital smells with just the same amount of antiseptic as it always does )

Title: Blackest of Rooms
Author: Kate Shelby
Characters: Jack Harkness. In various ways.
Challenge: tw100 Challenge 3, Hub photos.
Rating: Um. PG-13? R? I’m bad at rating fic.
Notes: General setting, there’s a little spoiler from the pilot. I’ve been playing around with the best way to tell this story, which might be in more of a ficlet, but where’s the fun in that? These are kind of sister drabbles. Let me know what you think. Title's from a Death Cab for Cutie song. I have a feeling it's a really obvious one, but I can't remember which.

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Title: Blackest of Rooms
Author: Kate Shelby
Characters: Jack Harkness. Still.
Challenge: tw100 Challenge 3, Hub photos.
Rating: Um. PG-13? R? I’m bad at rating fic.
Notes: Same as above.

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Title: Lithosphere
Author: Kate Shelby
Summary: Her particle bonds as sheets of flesh dig into their story. Let me bond with you, each of her particles tell each one of the body’s.
Rating: G
Characters: River, Simon, Kaylee and Jayne briefly. Mostly River and a sink.
Spoilers/Timeline: During the series. Or not. Really it works anywhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. I was just trying to remember my Geology notes for my next test.
Author's Note: This is the first time I've tried writing from River's POV. Feedback is love.

( She turns her face into the particles straining back and forth to escape the body. )

I finished uploading what I think is all the fic I've posted on Live Journal (at counterfeitcoin). Most of the author's notes are the same as in the original version, unless they made no sense to me. The stories are the same. I just went through my memories in the order they came in, so there is no order here that might resemble a catalog of development or change in style. Have I started writing better or have I regressed? The only way anyone will find out is if they comb through my mess of fic themselves and decide. I don't think I really care.

I didn't reread any of the fic I've written, unless you count skimming in a few cases to figure out what the pairing or fandom was. I did trim the author's notes, as I mentioned above. At first it was to figure out what the story was about because I'd forgotten I'd written it or why it came about. It was a real trip. I was remembering when I first started talking to people, or people I don't talk to any more, or people who inspired me to challenge myself who I wish I still talked to.

(Except not enough to actually do it, because quickly after the last item I remembered why I stopped wanting to talk to whoever in the first place.)

All right. I guess tomorrow I'll start publicizing this journal. Or at the very least typing up some Criminal Minds stuff. Maybe find some new user pics.

My roommate's shampoo smells really nice.

Title: What Became of Childhood
Fandom: Jeremiah
Pairing: None, just Markus-centered.
Rating: PG-13, a little swearing.
Warnings: Um...a little implication of child maim-age but nothing big or descriptive, promise. At least, I don’t think it is.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Jeremiah, Showtime, MGM, and other people who aren’t me do. I just like Peter Stebbings and Markus.
Notes: Also posted to Valhalla sector and picfics, both sort of low traffic. Based on http://www.photo.net/photodb/photo?photo_id=2237379 Feedback is nice.

( Markus *is* kind of strange... )
I don't think it's so bad for one written in thirty minutes. Okay, honestly thirty-one. I don't think sixty seconds makes that much difference on the grand scale of things. Besides, my computer kept slowing up periodically as it autorecovered the four word docs I have open. I think I've slaughtered it's memory, heh.

Title: Survive
Fandom: Jeremiah
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kurdy survived because he could win. Markus is just getting it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Jeremiah, I'm just playing around.
Notes: For picfics pic number ten, thought up and written in exactly thirty minutes, as specified. Really shitty title, I’m notoriously awful at them. Had I more time I would add in some of Kurdy's dry humor or adjectives elaborating something he said, because as is it sounds kind of shitty.

( Kurdy survived, Markus tried to live in the old world )

Title: Memories that Speak
Disclaimer: I don’t own Jeremiah, I make no profit off this hobby.
Note: For Suz, because even though she doesn’t know it she kind of inspired it. Title from the poem below. The lead-in is shaping up to be longer than the actual piece.

( When the memories get kicked up by a flood of shit Jeremiah never thought he'd have to see again, no one's really safe. )

So in creative writing we had to close our eyes and the teacher gave us a word. We had to write down the first thing that came to mind. Rinse, repeat, write poetry about it, and that was basically class. Four of the images I came up with were Justice League-related. That's not even the messed up part. That is the poetry I wrote to them. Two little poems about my JL-icious imaging. The last one scared Kristin (yay!--er...) I need a life.

( Cut for 'rating' and general fucked up-ness...come on, it's me writing JL poetry... )

Cookie Cutters to a Happy Life
Fandom: Justice League
Disclaimer: I don’t own Flash or Superman. I don’t even like Superman all that much. No harm intended.
Rating: PG?
Pairing: Flash/Superman
Summary: For picfics...um http://www.livejournal.com/community/picfics/10676.html that challenge.
Notes: Got both pics in, go me. The second seemed so John, but I couldn’t get his voice. Written in thirty(-one) minutes.

( The pictures were of a red movement-blur line and a field of blue flowers in the rain. )

And here's the first draft of a ficlet I haven't even proofed yet. Tell me what you think if you read it. Edit: I forgot to mention it's totally from simmysim filling me in on comic Flash background. And I think the way fanon Batman seems to have the line drawn in the sand between Bats and Bruce, he'd have a little...preformance anxiety if those worlds suddenly collided.

( Wally hadn't been around in awhile. So Clark went looking. )

Fucking with Birkoff again, because it's just so much fun. Not so sure I said everything I wanted to say, though. Someday I need to just write a straight POV from him or something. And maybe someday I'll get over the Operations fucking up Birkoff idea, but probably not. He just seems like a father figure, in a fucked up way...

It’s Kind of Complicated
Disclaimer: I don’t own La Femme Nikita, but if anyone wants to buy me the DVDs. . .
It's a bad title, but that sort of summed everything up for me.
( He isn't a person, not like everyone else. He is different. He's the only one like him. )

It's in the Blood
( I like my old dudes fucking nuts, in case you didn't notice the trend. Part of Birkoff seems to, too. )