Our plane still hasn't left NY to get here, and they're talking about it not getting here until 2 a.m.; the next available flight on any carrier is at 7:40 p.m. tomorrow; our flight crew is cleared until 4 a.m.; and so here I am, at BWI, waiting. Maybe. They're talking about canceling now. Bloody hell.
Anyway, here is a short bit of Due South for jenlev, set at the very beginning of S3, just fyi. I'm a little distracted, so I hope it makes sense.
jenlev, congratulations! You get to experience one of the wonders of Yuletide right now -- putting in a request for a fandom and character(s) with details, and getting the first two, but only sort of getting the last bit.
This ended up a crossover, which I am ENTIRELY SURE was Jen's intention, you evil wench. My Name is Earl and (this is my fault, isn't it?) due South. PG, because really, look what fandoms I'm talking about.
Due South. Zombie!Fraser and Bob. And actually, this really isn't a pair, but RayK was running this show when it started, so. You absolutely, positively need to read this insanity to understand. I'm picking right up from there. For that freak of a crackheaded wenchapathocles.
Sorry for the multiple postings today. I was done, but apathocles is pouting.
For various reasons, I've been trying to kick myself back into writing. Some of that has been responding to challenges, and some of that has been stopping myself from stomping on ideas when they hit.
Anyway, this hit the other day, and Ap's been bummed about fandom divergence, so...
Anyway, I'm announcing the one posted to a community, so I might as well re-announce the one posted on a holiday:
* The Fraser/Kowalski PWP that I'd been worried about having to produce. Done. Yay. Maybe now I can get back to the one with too much plot.
* A bit of broken Sheppard/Starbuck. Which wasn't going to be a full story, but now they're there in my head. Damn it. That wasn't how this was supposed to work.
Well hell. Semagic, you need to stop telling me I've got a post saved when you haven't actually saved it. Not all that hard a concept.
Anyway, I flailed about this to some folks already, but the short version for everyone is -- Last week I broke my personal injunction against reading other people's stories until I finished my own damn stories in order to read shayheyred's kick-off of the Due SouthStop Drop Porn community (which LJ doesn't seem to want to turn into a community, so...link). After doing so, I acknowledged that I had signed up for that same community challenge and yet I've never been able to produce a random sex scene. Of my two previous attempts, the first (Farscape) required turning the whole thing into a sort of therapy session and the second (Stargate) required killing off a major character. Not random and pointless.
So I set out to see if I can do it. Can I stop thinking why, and make Fraser and Ray (Kowalski, because this isn't the place to go into why, but Vecchio and sex in my head at the same time is a BAD thing) do it just because? I've accidentally sucked auburnnothenna into the quest, too, which amuses me to no end.
What I'm posting here is a somewhat successful attempt at a true porn-without-plot piece. Which means I'm not even going to attempt to adapt it to the latest DS Flashfiction challenge (although it would adapt, easily, ack), because then there would be a point. And I'm posting even though thefourthvine's little poll has me more paranoid than usual about posting smut. I'm sorry about the use of a lyric as a title. Very sorry. But it won't unstick.
TITLE: Stand in the Place Where You Are RATING: Really, anything that's not sex is a mirage; wave your hand and it'll go away. NOTES: F/K, as I said. And thanks to minnow1212 and the_star_fish for giving this a look and then giving me a pat on my poor spinning head.
Can't remember why I didn't post this to ds_flashfiction when I wrote it. Maybe I thought it was going to get further? Anyway, found it when I was cleaning out folders the other day, and...yeah, okay, to be honest, I've got enough long stories going right now that I haven't posted anything for a while and I'm feeling the need for feedback. We're allowed to do that -- throw out a "just for funandcomments" story every once in a while -- right?
Title: Moves Rating: Not for the littlest of kiddies. Notes: Unbetaed, because I'm impatient. Fraser/RayK, because I haven't been here long enough to tire of them. Summary: It's easy for a hand to slip between two people so used to sharing the same space.
Oh, and I'm saving all the J/D ficathon stories for reading when I'm back in that headspace. Just thought I should note that, but this is also a reminder (and link) for myself.
Ben started wondering whether his father would have left him if Ben had been his daughter.
Seriously, WTF is that? I had no intention of writing anything for the ds_flashfiction genderfuck challenge, but, well.
1) Would this even fit the challenge?
Ben, the kid, working through everything until he was satisfied with an answer to whether Bob would've left if Ben had been a girl. He was smart, and he was already on that road to being his own special version of emotionally fucked up. Once that particular thought came into being, he would need to know whether his father had left him because he was Ben or because he was a son. He would need to determine whether there was a difference between being boy-Ben in a girl body or always having been a girl, which would mean that he would know that he needed to figure out whether being a girl would have made him a different person.
And that leads me to,
2) Between all of the debates in the hard and soft sciences, the kerfuffles thanks to people like Harvard's president, the many religious and cultural perspectives...I don't know that I want to go into whether boys and girls really are different through Fraser. Because, damn it, that boy would reseach it, and I'm quite happy not going there in RL. I've made my peace with letting other people break their brains on that.
Actually, you know what, please just tell me that someone's written this already.
This story is not the cause of my blah-mood (and thanks, everyone; I can at least assure you that a shortrage of ideas is not the problem), but it was incredibly uncooperative. Including its failure to understand that it was supposed to be done in time for the ds_flashfiction challenge on Fraser exploring his sexual boundaries that ended, oh, last week.
Title: What a Guy Knows Rating: Progressively naughtier Summary: Sometimes Ray thinks Fraser might even have a list. Notes: F/K, about 3200 words. Thanks muchly to the_star_fish for the beta.
jenlev, set at the very beginning of S3, just fyi. I'm a little distracted, so I hope it makes sense.