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So. Many. Plot bunnies. Augh!

Only I could manage to trip over wall-to-wall carpet. *rubs sore knees*

The grand'rents may or may not be showing up today. They didn't tell us that they were on their way south, but they've shut off the phones in NY, which is a prelude to heading to Florida. *headdesk* Please, if I get that nuts when I'm in my late 80s, shoot me.

Have an appointment for next week to see the surgeon about biopsies and things, though any actual procedures will have to wait until January. I'm so tired of this crap, I really am.

And a writing-type meme:

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence (for varying definitions of "one") from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal.

It was the cigarettes that Jack noticed first, hand-rolleds smoked no-hands and smelling vaguely of cloves. Jack had smoked for years himself, but he had to admit he'd never been able to balance a cigarette in the corner of his mouth as effectively, much less actually smoke it once it was there. But somehow those cigarettes never fell, only leaving that mouth to allow for a sip of scotch, always served on the rocks. ~ "Jealous of Your Cigarette", the AU that wouldn't die

The second time is a few days later, after the remains of SG-1 have gotten back from the mission to rescue Thor and his pet scientist. Successful on the latter, not so much on the former. The wreath is on his desk, just like last time, and again Jack puts it to the side to get to the papers beneath. He makes a mental note to figure out where they’re coming from on his way home that evening, but he doesn’t spare it much more thought. He’s probably just missing his memos again. ~ "All Around My Hat", which has a major plot hole

He returned as Jack was pulling the food out of the oven. He’d cooked Indian, chicken and rice with saffron and those pouches of dough with peas and potatoes inside. Jack almost dropped the tray of pouchy things when he looked at Daniel. He’d put on a white polo shirt that outlined every muscle in his arms and chest, the top two buttons undone, revealing a bit of skin at the base of his throat. Jack found himself wanting to lick that hollow, taste Daniel on his tongue, and froze, wondering where that had come from. ~ Can't Be Your Friend Anymore, part 2a of the Worst-Case Scenario Trilogy, which has been sitting on my hard drive for months waiting for its partner

“Hello, ionúin,” the man said after they’d pulled apart, and then he noticed Jack. “Oh, aye’m sorry, dinna even see ye there. Who’s ye friend, Danny?”

Jack bristled. No one called him Danny; no one but Jack, that is. “Just an old co-worker,” Daniel said calmly, draping an arm around the man’s waist. The man didn’t seem to notice, but Jack knew exactly what Daniel’s face was saying, and it wasn’t pretty. ~ "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary, and Thyme", part 2b of the Worst-Case Scenario Trilogy, which is only identifiably as a trilogy to the crazy author

“Cinders, hey Cinders!” Samantha called down the stairs, and Daniel looked up from scrubbing the floor. “Where’s my costume?”

“Mine, too, Cinderboy,” Janet called after her and Daniel stood with a barely-suppressed groan. ~ that untitled cinder!Daniel fic, for which I am going to hell

It was much later, when the other man’s cries had faded into silence punctuated only by the sounds of skin impacting on skin, that Jack came back to himself. With that came the realization that it was Daniel’s blood on his hands, Daniel’s body that lay broken and bloody on the floor in front of him. For a moment Jack felt something break inside, but then he felt nothing at all. ~ "Carefully Taught", part 3a of the Worst-Case Scenario Trilogy, which really makes me wonder what my muse is thinking

Don’t worry, Jack, the letter finished, I never told anyone. ~ Tangled and Wild, part 3b of the Worst-Case Scenario Trilogy, for which there are no words

The last straw was when Daniel walked into his office to find Bugs Bunny in his chair, large furry feet up on the desk. "Eh," munch, munch, "what's up, Doc?"

"Jack!" Daniel yelled, startling the rabbit out of the chair.

"What?" Jack asked, coming into the office.

"I can't do this anymore," Daniel said through gritted teeth. "You are going to take me home, and you're going to let me drill you into the mattress, and we're not coming back until Monday. Clear?"

"Peachy," Jack said with a shiteating grin. He looped an arm in Daniel's and led him back out into the hall. ~ An Apple a Day, for which I'm really going to hell, but I'm going to be laughing all the way

Maybe I'll actually finish something now.

Speaking of fanfic, I made a Master List of my Stargate fanfic last night, partially to help falconknight42 navigate it all, and partially because I've been meaning to do it for a while. HTML coding makes me dizzy.


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 6th, 2006 09:23 pm (UTC)
We should've known we were made for each other when I got that splinter from your finished wood floor :P
Dec. 7th, 2006 03:32 am (UTC)
Hee, too true.
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