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March 16th, 2007


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11:35 am - I'm bored, therefore I offer ficlets
This is eventually going to become a bad habit if I let it keep going. :-) But I've been too busy to write much the past week, and I'm feeling better (a little more energetic) physically, so I'll call this a jump-start to the weekend.

Comment with two characters from a fandom you know I am in, or that I follow. (I'd prefer if they were from the same fandom, but hey, your choice.) I'll write you a snippet about them, on some variation of the theme "saying goodbye."

Only the first five people to comment will get fic. I have limits. (And a script to work on this weekend.)
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From:feliciakw
Date:March 16th, 2007 07:14 pm (UTC)
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Well, you know my choice: Sky and Ronnie. *eg* Ooohhh!!!! Or if you want to go angsty, Sky and Aaron.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 16th, 2007 10:18 pm (UTC)
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Note: I went with the angst. Heh.

~~~~~

His fingers fumbled with the buttons on the shirt that had been pale blue when he donned it that morning. He couldn’t seem to get a solid grip. Dark red flaked beneath his fingers at every touch. Finally he managed to peel off the shirt and dropped it to the tiled floor.

The stain had soaked through, stiffening the white T-shirt underneath. He struggled out of that one, too, trying not to think about bits of dried blood getting into his hair.

The air in the washroom was chill against his bare skin, but he couldn’t put anything else on until he’d finished cleaning up. Cold water (like laundry), full blast. He watched the clear stream hit his hands, and flush pink as it spilled over them into the sink.

He stood there until his hands began to numb and the runoff was nearly clear again. Biohazard, the nurse had said when she brought him in here. There was a soap dispenser on the wall. He scrubbed methodically, digging gunk from under his short nails, getting between each finger and into the crevices of each knuckle, scraping caked blood from his wrists and forearms hard enough to leave marks on the clean skin.

He shook excess water from his hands and glanced into the small mirror. There was a dark smudge along his right temple, and more red marked his chest. Sky flattened one hand over the stain, feeling the quick but steady thud beneath his palm. Like and unlike Aaron’s, which had jerked and fluttered under his hands. Jerked and fluttered and slowed. . . .

“I’m sorry.” He hadn’t meant to speak. Hadn’t expected his voice to crack like it had when he was twelve.

He couldn’t do this now. He reached for paper towels and damped them, rubbing off the remaining marks. There was a biohazard can standing nearby, and he deposited the pink wad in it, then cranked the water on again to rinse his hands once more.

He managed to turn the water off in time to catch himself against the edge of the sink. Shaking too hard to move, he braced himself there and tried to wait it out. It didn’t pass, though, and after a moment he couldn’t tell whether he was crying or about to throw up. Fine. If he had to do this now. . . .

He had no voice left. Aaron, I tried. I’m sorry. Oh Christ, oh God, I tried.

~~~~~
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From:feliciakw
Date:March 17th, 2007 01:52 am (UTC)
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Okay, you just wanted to play with the angsty imagery, dincha. :-) Lovely. So . . . is this scene going to play prominently in your screenplay? *hint, hint*
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 07:59 am (UTC)
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Oh, it might. :-) I'm sure this scene is a fandom favorite, especially with the Sky-angst/Sky-whumping groups. *EG*
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From:kizmet_42
Date:March 16th, 2007 07:43 pm (UTC)
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Numb3rs. You pick.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 16th, 2007 11:32 pm (UTC)
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Note: um, I hope you like this. it's a little odd, but then, so is Larry. *g*

~~~~~

Larry descended the stairs for the very last time, and stood in the main room, remembering. The floors he had sanded and refinished supported him staunchly. The roof he had (with some help) patched and returned to its original materials and design kept an unseasonable shower out where it belonged.

With a satisfied sigh, he walked towards the front door. His hand caressed the wall, lovingly papered by his own hand, and brushed against the back of a period chair, covered by a dust cloth now.

Before Larry opened the door, he turned back. “It’s not that I don’t love you,” he said to the empty Victorian house. “It’s just time. Time for me to move on. Time for you to have owners who can spare the time to look after you as you deserve.”

He closed his eyes, almost as if listening, then leaned his forehead against the doorpost and smiled. “Thank you.”

Larry locked the door behind him. Placing that key in another man’s hand was the hardest thing he’d had to do in many long years.

~~~~~
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From:kizmet_42
Date:March 17th, 2007 01:43 am (UTC)
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It's just right.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 08:04 am (UTC)
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I'm glad you think so. It *felt* right. :-)
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From:mistraltoes
Date:March 17th, 2007 07:17 am (UTC)
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Awww... sweet.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 08:05 am (UTC)
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If *you* like it, I *know* I got Larry right! :-)
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From:mistraltoes
Date:March 17th, 2007 08:56 am (UTC)
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Bwa-ha-ha! Flattery will win you points every time. :) But I do think you got him just right. And I've always wanted more about him deciding to give up the house, so it's muchly to my taste.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 06:06 pm (UTC)
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I've always wanted more about him deciding to give up the house

Me too, which is why this grabbed me. And then once I'd written it, I was amused to note that it almost plays as if Larry relinquished the house (in part) in exchange for Megan...and that amused me.

(Hey, I started writing that Alan post-"In Plain Sight" fic. No promises when it might be done, though.)
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From:jd3000
Date:March 16th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
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Something LICC, for old times' sake.

-JD
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 01:03 am (UTC)
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Awwww. You're making me nostalgic. I'm going to write this tonight, but in return you have to help me find the LICC story board in which Artsy returns with Seeker, because I want to read that again.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 17th, 2007 06:41 am (UTC)
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note: this takes place sometime in the LICC future...not that I completely recall any plans for then. *wink*

~~~~~

Artsy stares into the night sky. Her posture is relaxed, her hands loose at her sides, but within her mind she strains to listen, to keep her own sending active as long as she can.

Their voices--voice, almost, after so much training together--have nearly faded. She cannot quite convince herself that they haven't forgotten her already in the wild air of their first solo adventure.

I love you. She knows they're far away, because the sending falls nearly flat.

Not altogether out of range, because what returns to her are faint echoes of AFFECTION and laughter. As it should be.

Farewell, Artsy whispers. The word bounces back within her own mind, and tears spill down her upraised face.

Then warm arms are around her, and Kieran's voice is gentle in her ear. "I'm going to miss them almost as much as you will, love."

Artsy nods, acknowledging his sympathy, then laughs. "This may sound silly, but I'm going to miss their voices in my head. And mine in theirs."

"Good thing you know other ways to communicate." The words are simple, but the tone is teasing.

Artsy turns in her husband's arms and kisses him throughly. "Yes, thank the Light," she says against his lips, and the loose hair down her back shifts from shining silver to vibrant red and gold.

~~~~~
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From:jd3000
Date:March 17th, 2007 09:19 pm (UTC)
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Lovely. :-D

-JD
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From:jd3000
Date:March 18th, 2007 03:33 am (UTC)
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We so need to write more LICC.

-JD
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From:kerravonsen
Date:March 16th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
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Sam Gamgee and his daughter Eleanor. (grin)
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 22nd, 2007 12:02 am (UTC)
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I swear I haven't forgotten about this one. Interestingly, your request coincides with the only LotR fic I have ever been tempted to write in my life...so it's taking a while for me to actually get it out on paper. :-)
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From:kerravonsen
Date:March 22nd, 2007 12:14 am (UTC)
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Interestingly, your request coincides with the only LotR fic I have ever been tempted to write in my life...

Coincides with as in "I'm writing something else, bear with me", or coincides with as in "Golly, that's a coincidence! I wanted to write something like that myself!"
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 22nd, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
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The second one. :-)
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From:maevebran
Date:March 17th, 2007 12:42 am (UTC)
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I'll take an SG1 fic with Daniel and the woman of your choice. *grins*
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 18th, 2007 10:22 pm (UTC)
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note: sorry, no Vala. ;-) This takes place between the end of season 8 and the start of season 9.

~~~~~

Daniel stopped short just inside the door to Sam’s office. The place was in moderate chaos, but that was normal enough; what had stopped him were the great empty spaces along counters. The books were missing, all the boxes of backed-up computer files were gone, and prototype gadgets were wedged into foam in open metal briefcases.

Sam herself was bent over a stack of file folders, deftly sorting them into about eight different piles. She looked up, and grinned. “Daniel!” A dusty hand combed back her hair. “Come to help me pack?”

“Actually, I was hoping for a break.” Daniel glanced around the office again. “Are you taking all your projects to Area 51?”

Sam followed his gaze and shrugged. “Just about. The one’s I’m only consulting on will stay here, with Dr. Lee and other department heads, but I’m definitely taking all of my own stuff.”

The computer was powered down, all its peripherals disconnected. Daniel frowned. “I thought you were leaving over the weekend?”

Sam froze, and set down her stack of files. “Oh, I was going to come tell you this morning, but I got a little caught up in sorting stuff. I’m leaving tonight--they moved it up.”

Daniel took a moment to absorb this. He surprised even himself by crossing the room and enveloping Sam in a hug. She drew in a sharp breath, but wrapped her arms around him tightly, in return. “You realized you’ll be missed, right?”

At that, she pulled back and smiled, though her eyes were suspicously bright. Daniel let himself relax. He hadn’t been sure that this choice was the best for his friend, but this excitement, this beaming face, was something he hadn’t seen on her since before Jacob’s death.

“Of course,” Sam said. “I’m counting on it.”

~~~~~
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From:maevebran
Date:March 18th, 2007 11:30 pm (UTC)
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Nice. (I ship Daniel with anything Female, with thte exception of Tokra Barbie.) I love that Daniel surprised himself with the hug.=)
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 19th, 2007 04:48 pm (UTC)
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Heh. Well, this is the closest to Sam/Daniel you're ever going to get from me, so I'm glad you enjoyed it. :-)

And yeah--Daniel actually surprised *me* with the hug, a little. *pets Daniel*

Tokra Barbie

*sporfle* Best nickname ever. I can't even remember her real name, just that I wanted her to die and go away.
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From:maevebran
Date:March 19th, 2007 09:18 pm (UTC)
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Tokra Barbie

*sporfle* Best nickname ever. I can't even remember her real name, just that I wanted her to die and go away.


You can thank jedibuttercup for that one. It's what she calls Anise/Freya. And I'm with you on the die and go away. I mean the host hitting on Jack and the simbiote hitting on Daniel? How MarySue of her!
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From:scorptilicus
Date:March 18th, 2007 05:58 am (UTC)
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Curses. Foiled again.
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From:izhilzha
Date:March 18th, 2007 10:23 pm (UTC)
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Gotta keep a closer eye on your friendslist, buddy. :-)

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