Unthinkable Wings

Title: Careers Advice, or, Marx was a Friend of Narnia.
Characters: Edmund, Eustace, Lucy.
Summary: Edmund and Eustace have a discussion about careers and politics. They still don’t see eye to eye.
Rating: PG
Words: 715.
Content: Gen. Politics (including ones Lewis would have disliked).

I should note that I’m not happy with this fic at all, but I’m stuck on the Barchester Towers thing (am currently wondering if it can be turned into a sketch for the college review), and I’d like to post some fic and break my duck...

( I'll take a king who recognises his responsibility to his people over a foreign imperialist slave-holder any day, thank you very much. )

Further signs that tree_and_leaf is, indeed, possibly on the stressed side...

Went round to a friends for dinner, and finally remembered that I needed to put a wash on before I went. Except - having got back very late, the evening having turned into slightly worrying fangirling of the general attractiveness of the Obama administration serious political debate - I discovered that I'd omitted to turn the bloody washer on. Which I discovered by taking half the clothes out of the washer and thinking, Mm, these are very dry, the spin cycle's not normally that efficient, although they still look a bit grubby... Ah. Yes.

And instead of going to bed like a sensible person, I ended up writing rather pointless Sarek/ Amanda fic. *headdesk*

Title: Mother Tongue
Words: 1059
Warnings: None, unless you really dislike fics with babies in them. Could be either TOS or AOS. However, in my head, Sarek is played by Mark Lenard.
Rating: PG, if not U.
Spoilers: Spock has parents, you know - the story that he was generated by a computer algorhythm is just Doctor McCoy's idea of a joke...
Characters: Sarek/ Amanda, OCs, infant! non-speaking! Spock.
Summary: He's a child of two worlds, and some people don't entirely approve...

( I am endeavouring to improve my grasp of Standard idioms )

So I was going to have a really productive evening of editing, to make up for my rather faily afternoon (I blame the heat), but having gone to church I found myself seized by the urge to write fic based on Matt 8:23-8, which was the Gospel of the day. I, er, blame the heat (which probably also explains the number of bad-tempered people in it).

Storm Clouds
Bible-fic, based on Matt 8:23-8/ Mark 4:35-41 (actually, it’s mostly based on Matthew, but the cushion is borrowed from Mark, because it’s the sort of detail that sticks with you.)
1747 words.
Warnings: well, it contains Christianity, sarcasm, bad temper, a whacking great miracle, and violent sea-sickness. It’s probably not very kind to Peter or James, in one sense, and certainly unkind to Matthew, in another. It didn’t happen like this, of course: this is only my re-imagining.

I hope I haven’t perpetrated any too egregious nautical howlers, my sailing experience being sadly limited, but I have a horrible suspicion I am thinking of the wrong sort of boat. (I’m also not entirely sure why Mark is so insistent that Jesus was in the stern, because I’d have thought the bow was more out of the way if you were going to have a quiet nap without, e.g., the helmsman standing on your head, but, as I say, I may be thinking of the wrong sort of boat.)

Summary: ( the only thing more frightening than being trapped in a storm in a small boat is being in a small boat with someone who apparently controls it. )

Double drabble, total fluff. I blame having to read a lot of mediaeval religious literature...

Title: Nigra sum, sed formosa.
Spock/ Uhura, PG (though non-compliant with the Hayes Code); no spoilers (unless you count the ship itself...); come to think of it, it's not specifically movie-canon.

( Vulcans always claimed to need less sleep than humans )

I see myself as a gen writer, really, which makes me wonder why at the moment everything I managed to complete is shippy Spock/ Uhura. Because it's easier, probably.

This fic, I'm ashamed to admit, is mostly Uhura and Gaila, but spectacularly fails the Bechdel test :(

Title: Just Good Friends
Characters: Uhura, Gaila, Spock (Pre-ship Spock/ Uhura)
Words: 1567
Summary: Gaila's assumptions are driving Uhura up the wall.
Rating: PG-13, I suppose (no sex happens, but Gaila is being Gaila).

( Uhura liked her roommate, really she did, but there were times when Gaila drove her up the wall )

*sigh* Why is it that a determination to be productive academically leads to the urge to write fic?

Title: Correlation and Causality
Characters: One, Three, Susan.
Spoilers: inspired by a throw-away line in Planet of the Dead, but no spoilers for the episode.
Rating: U, gen.
Words: 740.
Summary: Ten seems quite confident that he knows what happened that first Easter. But it wouldn't be the first time the Doctor's exaggerated how close he was to historical events, or that he's leaped to conclusions...
Vaguely inspired by Spike's comment in Buffy about how more people remember being at the Crucifixion than can possibly have been there.
Warnings: Um, results from slight irritation with RTD's attempts to do theology? I nearly called it "Happy Easter, emo Time Lord", but decided not to.

( Between you and me, what really happened was- )

I've had this kicking about on my hard-drive for a while, not sure why I haven't posted them. Two more vignettes in my Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe AU set in Nazi Germany.

PG, 2610 words. References to anti-Semitism; contains naiveté about abhominable organisations.

Part one is here

( I don't think Daddy likes the H.J. Last time he was home on leave his face got all twisted up when he looked at you in your uniforms. )

Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

My fics are all here.

It may, however, take some time before I write them ;)

The year in fic: not awfully productive, as it happens.

Not to be Enterprised Lightly. Master-centric gen for the churchontime Doctor Who marriage fic fest, in which the Master finds pretending to be a vicar more complicated than he thought. Contains gratuitous BCP and unexpected use of the Commination.

Another Time, Another Time. Friendship fic, in which the Fifth Doctor takes the Brigadier on a trip in the TARDIS. Contains of cricket and poetical geekiness, as well as a cameo from another fandom entirely.

Untitled post-Journey's End moment with Donna and her granddad. Probably could have been called "Recreational Mathematics".

Homeward Bound. Double drabble: why Mickey came back from the parallel universe.

Untitled drabble, Caspian during Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Fly Me To The Moon. In which Caspian becomes Narnia's first, and probably only, author of sciffy. Started off as crack, but I actually rather like the way it turned out.

Untitled fragment; Narnia AU of LWW, set in 1930s Germany. I have written a bit more of this, but only a little, as it's a bit depressing to contemplate.

Talking of Dragons. A placeholder; the beginnings of a fic in which CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien meet the Doctor (RPF shock!)

Two original fics posted under flock - Dominic the Vampire Killer. A student battles vampires and essay crises. Something like Buffy, something like Ultraviolet (but not Catholic, damnit), tongue firmly in cheek.

Not actually written this year, but reposted: a drabble about Susan just before the Last Battle.

One Last Test. grondfic, remember how I once disclaimed any interest in writing slash? Er, yes. Rubbish title, missing moment/ light AU for The Three Hostages (but not by much), one-sided (mostly) Medina/ Hannay, with shock horror actual kissing.

Resolutions for 2009: write more fic. Finish more fic. Write more in other fandoms than Who.

Take apologetic flowers to the churchyard at Elsfield?