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Jan. 5th, 2009 09:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dani_the_girlI can't resist a meme this morning, so here are some WIP snippets for your delectation. Any of them take your fancy, you're welcome to cheerlead :) There are a couple of other things floating around in my brain which haven't made it quite as far as actual text files yet, the most notable being some post decension Jack/Daniel figuring things out again which I really want to call Roses in December for no good reason except that I like the quote. And the Sam/Janet fic, which I am currently too sad about Janet dying to write (yes, I know, but for me it only just happened).
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
The crossover - Untitled SG1/Torchwood thingie.
"So, let's have a look at you," comes the voice of his captor. "Two paces forward and then turn around."
Daniel does as he's told. He sees a young man, fairly tall, but not bulky, dressed in a three piece suit with overcoat and holding a modified .45 handgun still pointing at Daniel. No visible tattoos or anything of that nature, so he provisionally assumes human. Time to try the old peaceful explorer routine, perhaps. "Hi," he says. "My name is Daniel Jackson and I come from a planet called Earth."
The young man raises his eyebrows. "Ianto Jones. So do I," he replies.
Magic soaking my spine - This is going to be post KKBB date fic for Torchwood. It starts nicely and I can see where I want it to end up but not the bit in the middle as yet so it's kind of stalled.
Ianto seems unwilling to take his eyes off him, which would be flattering if it weren't for the expression on his face. He turns away for the minimum necessary time to retrieve a clean cup from the dishwasher and fill it from the pot and then immediately turns back to lean on the counter where he can continue to watch Jack while he drinks. Neither of them speak as Ianto slowly drinks off the coffee and turns away again to refill the cup. "So," he says, back to Jack, "last night not a dream then?"
Somewhere out there, Ianto is also on a rooftop with a stopwatch, Jack racing after them with Owen, cursing Hart's name as they break the speed limit. Somewhere else, in a parallel that can no longer be reached, Jack is hanging by his wrists in the engine room of the Valiant, recovering his conciousness in flashes of memory after being the Master's distraction for an hour or so. "No," he says firmly in reply, "not a dream."
Cultural Readjustment - Jack/Daniel post Edora (I can't remember what that ep is called). This is hard to write because they're sniping at eachother so much that season, but it'll get there eventually
Jack loses patience. "Look, Daniel, give me a break. It's been less than four months. I haven't forgotten how to drive, or the way to the store or what your earth money looks like. I'm not going to break down in aisle four overcome by the bright lights, noise, and the excitement of processed cheeses. I just want to go home and put my feet up with a beer and watch a game on the TV."
"And brood," Daniel adds. "Cultural re-adjustment's not easy, Jack. You'd be surprised how much I forgot in a year."
Jack tries the glare again; Daniel waits. Sure enough, eventually, Jack sighs "OK, fine, but I'm driving."
When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.
The crossover - Untitled SG1/Torchwood thingie.
"So, let's have a look at you," comes the voice of his captor. "Two paces forward and then turn around."
Daniel does as he's told. He sees a young man, fairly tall, but not bulky, dressed in a three piece suit with overcoat and holding a modified .45 handgun still pointing at Daniel. No visible tattoos or anything of that nature, so he provisionally assumes human. Time to try the old peaceful explorer routine, perhaps. "Hi," he says. "My name is Daniel Jackson and I come from a planet called Earth."
The young man raises his eyebrows. "Ianto Jones. So do I," he replies.
Magic soaking my spine - This is going to be post KKBB date fic for Torchwood. It starts nicely and I can see where I want it to end up but not the bit in the middle as yet so it's kind of stalled.
Ianto seems unwilling to take his eyes off him, which would be flattering if it weren't for the expression on his face. He turns away for the minimum necessary time to retrieve a clean cup from the dishwasher and fill it from the pot and then immediately turns back to lean on the counter where he can continue to watch Jack while he drinks. Neither of them speak as Ianto slowly drinks off the coffee and turns away again to refill the cup. "So," he says, back to Jack, "last night not a dream then?"
Somewhere out there, Ianto is also on a rooftop with a stopwatch, Jack racing after them with Owen, cursing Hart's name as they break the speed limit. Somewhere else, in a parallel that can no longer be reached, Jack is hanging by his wrists in the engine room of the Valiant, recovering his conciousness in flashes of memory after being the Master's distraction for an hour or so. "No," he says firmly in reply, "not a dream."
Cultural Readjustment - Jack/Daniel post Edora (I can't remember what that ep is called). This is hard to write because they're sniping at eachother so much that season, but it'll get there eventually
Jack loses patience. "Look, Daniel, give me a break. It's been less than four months. I haven't forgotten how to drive, or the way to the store or what your earth money looks like. I'm not going to break down in aisle four overcome by the bright lights, noise, and the excitement of processed cheeses. I just want to go home and put my feet up with a beer and watch a game on the TV."
"And brood," Daniel adds. "Cultural re-adjustment's not easy, Jack. You'd be surprised how much I forgot in a year."
Jack tries the glare again; Daniel waits. Sure enough, eventually, Jack sighs "OK, fine, but I'm driving."
