A More Permanent Hell

But in a good way. I use LJ Addon on Firefox, so I see new post titles in the bottom bit of the browser, and I see I See You, You See Me, Differently go by. I think, cool, that's a line from one of my favourite songs, Swans, and remember I wrote a fic with a title from that song several years ago, By My Side, You'll Never Be. Curious, I head to my f'list, and discover holde_maid has used my story as a time stamp for her hl_chronicles fic! I always give permission for my stories to be used in remixes and the like, but goodness knows, I never expected anyone to take me up on it! It's so cool!! I'm going to sit here and be stunned a bit more before reading it :D

But in a good way. I use LJ Addon on Firefox, so I see new post titles in the bottom bit of the browser, and I see I See You, You See Me, Differently go by. I think, cool, that's a line from one of my favourite songs, Swans, and remember I wrote a fic with a title from that song several years ago, By My Side, You'll Never Be. Curious, I head to my f'list, and discover holde_maid has used my story as a time stamp for her hl_chronicles fic! I always give permission for my stories to be used in remixes and the like, but goodness knows, I never expected anyone to take me up on it! It's so cool!! I'm going to sit here and be stunned a bit more before reading it :D

I'd forgotten I started the New Year with a PWP I finished off for medie's 'Porning in the New Year' challenge! The Spaniard was that particular story.

As for the rest of the year...

( Stories, Ficlets, and Drabbles )

( DVD Commentarys )

For some reason, I thought I hadn't written as much as last year, but I guess I wrote more than I thought I did! Quite a bit more, actually.

A compendium of fic I've posted here on my journal since March 2006. The entirety of my fiction can be found on my archive, Tales From the Darkwood. But I do tend to be behind updating there by a few months, so the newest fic can always be found here.

::Shattered::

::First Sunrise::

::A View From the Storm::

::Broken Window::

::Irreconcilable Differences::

::Seriously::

::Road to Marseille::

::No Half Measures::

::The Tragedy That We Knew As The End::

::Bajoran Holiday::

::Now We Are Met Again::

::Let Not Your Heart Be Tribbled::

::Regret Eternal I/II::

::Should the Dawn Return::

::Sex on the Beach::

::Monsters::

::Cock-Eyed Optimist::

::Takasago's Pines::

::My Soul Is Dark::

::Not a Chance::

::Lavender at Midnight::

::A Ghost of Winter's Past::

::Fathers Christmas::

::Prove It::

::The Silent Stars Go By::

::The Spaniard::

::Candle In the Window::

::Refuge I & II::

::Family Business::

::Wrapped Around Her Finger::

::By My Side, You'll Never Be::

::Don't You Dare Laugh!::

::The Final Word You Ever Uttered To Me Was Love::

::The Memory Of This::

::Oaths::

::I Remember You Not Fondly::

::The Edge of the Nest::

::Amongst the Stars::

::You Wore Green::

::Make That Two Bottles::

::To the Victor Go the Spoils::

::One Day::

::Silver Service::

::Ancient Whispers::

::Not Without Loss::

::Simple Pleasures::

::Bored Now::

::Ode to a Cane::

::Santa Elena Welcomes You::

::Dreaming of True Love's Kiss::

::I'll Be Home For Christmas::

::So Close::

::Live To Tell::

::He's a Pirate::

::Gone Fishing::

::Of Ninjas & High Heels::

::I Am Going To The West::

::Addiction::

::Practical Applications::

::Real Friends Buy You In-N-Out::

::Tequila Lullaby::

::Art Appreciation::

::Black Isn't My Colour::

::The Currency of Trust::

::My Guardian Dear::

::Four Words::

::At The Edge Of Heaven:

::Charitable Impulses::

::Family Matters::

::A Quarter for Your Shoe::

::When We're From Sorrow Free::

::We'll Sing On::

::No Place For A Lady::

::Untitled Post 'Serpents' Snippet::

::Too Young For Heaven::

::Books and Covers::

A compendium of fic I've posted here on my journal since March 2006. The entirety of my fiction can be found on my archive, Tales From the Darkwood. But I do tend to be behind updating there by a few months, so the newest fic can always be found here.

::Shattered::

::First Sunrise::

::A View From the Storm::

::Broken Window::

::Irreconcilable Differences::

::Seriously::

::Road to Marseille::

::No Half Measures::

::The Tragedy That We Knew As The End::

::Bajoran Holiday::

::Now We Are Met Again::

::Let Not Your Heart Be Tribbled::

::Regret Eternal I/II::

::Should the Dawn Return::

::Sex on the Beach::

::Monsters::

::Cock-Eyed Optimist::

::Takasago's Pines::

::My Soul Is Dark::

::Not a Chance::

::Lavender at Midnight::

::A Ghost of Winter's Past::

::Fathers Christmas::

::Prove It::

::The Silent Stars Go By::

::The Spaniard::

::Candle In the Window::

::Refuge I & II::

::Family Business::

::Wrapped Around Her Finger::

::By My Side, You'll Never Be::

::Don't You Dare Laugh!::

::The Final Word You Ever Uttered To Me Was Love::

::The Memory Of This::

::Oaths::

::I Remember You Not Fondly::

::The Edge of the Nest::

::Amongst the Stars::

::You Wore Green::

::Make That Two Bottles::

::To the Victor Go the Spoils::

::One Day::

::Silver Service::

::Ancient Whispers::

::Not Without Loss::

::Simple Pleasures::

::Bored Now::

::Ode to a Cane::

::Santa Elena Welcomes You::

::Dreaming of True Love's Kiss::

::I'll Be Home For Christmas::

::So Close::

::Live To Tell::

::He's a Pirate::

::Gone Fishing::

::Of Ninjas & High Heels::

::I Am Going To The West::

::Addiction::

::Practical Applications::

::Real Friends Buy You In-N-Out::

::Tequila Lullaby::

::Art Appreciation::

::Black Isn't My Colour::

::The Currency of Trust::

::My Guardian Dear::

::Four Words::

::At The Edge Of Heaven:

::Charitable Impulses::

::Family Matters::

::A Quarter for Your Shoe::

::When We're From Sorrow Free::

::We'll Sing On::

::No Place For A Lady::

::Untitled Post 'Serpents' Snippet::

::Too Young For Heaven::

::Books and Covers::

After consultation with my peeps, I was convinced to post this in parts as I write it, as opposed to postng it all at once when I'm finished. We'll see how that idea works out :)

This is a sequel to 'By My Side, You'll Never Be', and is another Highlander/Holby City, Dan is Methos fic. Hope you enjoy it!

( That Afternoon, at Holby City Hospital.... )


And many thanks to the aforementioned peeps for all their input and help! (I did add a bit more to the part, because I'm a tweaker!)

A while back, I offered to try a DVD commentary for my fic. There was one request from enchantersnight for this one. Obviously, I wasn’t very prompt in getting it done, but better late than never.

The whole reason for this story was the holbycitylounge fic challenge, “Dan Clifford is Methos”. I initially set out to write a story where Jaq, one of the doctors in Holby, was a pre-immortal, and while I liked the idea, it just never seemed to go anywhere. But along the way, it bumped me into the idea for this one: what if Daniel gave Jaq so much grief because she reminded him of someone? Now that went somewhere! And it would allow me to explore the question of just why he left Camilla at the altar.

( Read more... )


This was actually a lot of fun, so if anyone has another request, I'm game!

A while back, I offered to try a DVD commentary for my fic. There was one request from enchantersnight for this one. Obviously, I wasn’t very prompt in getting it done, but better late than never.

The whole reason for this story was the holbycitylounge fic challenge, “Dan Clifford is Methos”. I initially set out to write a story where Jaq, one of the doctors in Holby, was a pre-immortal, and while I liked the idea, it just never seemed to go anywhere. But along the way, it bumped me into the idea for this one: what if Daniel gave Jaq so much grief because she reminded him of someone? Now that went somewhere! And it would allow me to explore the question of just why he left Camilla at the altar.

( Read more... )


This was actually a lot of fun, so if anyone has another request, I'm game!

Okay, so I did a followup/sequelette.

The first one can be found here.


Don't You Dare Laugh! II

“Bullets.”

“Bullets? Was there some sort of firearm involved, or just bullets?” Methos asked wryly.

Annabeth punched his shoulder. “Chicago, 1924, gunned down at a speakeasy, okay?”

“Gangster’s moll, hmm?”

Sighing, she pushed herself up, sitting against the headboard. “Taking out the garbage.”

“Such a delightful gangster euphemism.”

“No, I was taking out the damn garbage! Sometimes I served drinks, but mostly I was the cleaning woman after closing. “

“So you took out the garbage and…?”

“Walked right into the middle of a gangland shootout.”

His laughter could be heard through the pillow as she tried to smother him.

End

It's been a long time since I did a lunch hour drabble, so I thought I'd rectify that. A little bit of Annabeth and just why she hates cows so much. In case you were wondering. Well, I was [g]

Don't You Dare Laugh!

Methos traced the jagged scar that ran just under her right shoulder blade, to its end above her last rib, the feel of his cool fingertips making her shiver.

Rolling over, she said, “A cow kicked me into a barbed wire fence.” She grimaced. “I hate cows!”

He smothered a grin. “A cow didn’t cause your first death, did it?”

“No! And that’s not nearly as funny as you think it is,” Annabeth told him frostily. "It almost did! Spending the rest of my days as a fourteen year old…”

“Then what did?”

“You’ll laugh.” She pouted

“I wouldn’t!”

“Liar!”

End

'Don't You Dare Laugh II' is here.