WIPs meme

[icepixie]

Seen around the internet. This meme was supposed to involve posting snippets from current works in progress with no explanation attached, but I kind of forgot about that when I was writing this post. So you get explanations.

Babylon 5

She turned and faced him. "Michael, are you attempting to flirt with me?"

He thought about denying it, but realized she'd see through the sham. "Yeah, I guess I am," he answered sheepishly. "You mind?"

She looked at him for a long moment, her expression unreadable. Finally, the corner of her mouth turned up just a bit. "Not at all."

[This is from roughly 500 words of fic revolving around Garibaldi trying to teach Ivanova how to play baseball. It shamelessly rips off from The X-Files episode where Mulder does the same with Scully, which I think is probably why I abandoned it.]

"Mister Garibaldi, I am ordering you—"

"Susan," he said, her name a declaration in itself. "You can court martial me when we get back, but I am not leaving you here."

[From my long not-quite-hurt/comfort fic that was, I think, the first B5 fic I started, but will neither end nor definitively die. About half of it feels very out of character, and yet somehow I still like it, so I'm reluctant to change it. Thus, no real progression.]

Though it is full of light and the tinkling of wind chimes, the spaceport in Tuzanor bustles and jostles as much as any other. It doesn't help that they're lugging the ephemera of three lives, not to mention a toddler who currently insists on walking everywhere. Since they've all spent the past two hours strapped into their seats as the transport decelerated and then entered the atmosphere, Susan can't blame her, but she does wish Sofie wouldn't be quite so deliberate about where she places her feet.

[From one of the two extremely similar CI 'verse fics I appear to have started on the theme of making a home, and the idea of starting over versus continuation. I am going to finish one of them, by god, because I have thoughts I want to communicate about Susan, and Susan and Michael's little family, and maybe an essay would be a better way to do it, but this idea has been driving me crazy and I need to put it to rest this way as well.]


Bones

They are sitting on his couch, not doing much, pleasantly full after a meal of Thai take-out, and she decides that now is a good time to give him the present she bought him. Luckily, her purse is on the floor beside her, and she can reach down and pull out the pair of socks without moving from the couch.

They are neon green, and have a ghastly print of polar bears on skis on them. She knows Booth will love them. It hadn't been her intention to buy him anything when she went into the store to get some new underwear, but she'd seen the socks as she was on her way to check out, and something long-buried in her couldn't resist.

She hands him the socks without ceremony, saying, "I saw these and they made me think of you."

He stares at them for a moment, the expression on his face somewhere between amusement and horror (she's never been great at reading facial expressions).

...

She takes off her shoes, places her heels on the table, and wiggles her toes in the electric blue penguin-print socks she's wearing. Booth laughs when he sees them, and she feels a grin steal over her face. She pokes her big toe against his instep and says, "Now we match."

[I think I started this when I was watching...S2? S3? It was well before my fallout with the show, anyway. Said fallout means this will never be completed, because even thinking of that show annoys me.]


Corner Gas

Carrying the baby, Karen headed for the Ruby. If she was going to be stuck caring for the kid, she definitely needed coffee.

"Whoa!" Karen cringed at the voice that assaulted her ears. Only Hank could make this day worse. "You never told us you had a kid!" he exclaimed, getting much too far into her personal space in order to get a closer look at Katie.

How did the man function? Karen wondered as she said, "What? No! This is...this was Davis's idea."

Hank looked up at her, wide-eyed. "You and Davis have a kid? Really?" He glanced back and forth between her and Katie. "She must take more after you."

"No!" Karen held the baby closer to her chest as Hank reached out a hand to touch her. "The baby was left at the police station this morning. Davis and I are just taking care of her until Children and Family Services gets here. And I'm sure they'll be here any minute now."*

"Whoa," Hank said, thankfully returning his undoubtedly-dirty hands to his side. "Somebody just left her there? All alone?" His face crumpled. "The poor kid. I know what it's like, being left all alone..."

* At the moment, the social worker assigned to the case was honking his horn impatiently as a herd of buffalo crossed the only road into Dog River.

[One day, I am so going to finish this one.]

Northern Exposure

At first, O'Connell's backseat piloting had been sort of cute. Of course she would have a problem being in a metal tube with wings and not having control of it. But as her descriptions of what could happen with every move the pilot made grew both more detailed and more deadly, Joel quickly stopped thinking it was even the slightest bit cute.

[From the "what happened after the basketball game in Grosse Pointe" fic that I am also definitely going to finish or die trying.]

Comments

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Dude. You wrote Corner Gas fic. ILU.

[icepixie]

Corner Gas fic! \O/!

(BTW, I actually finshed one a couple weeks ago too! It was very exciting.)

[primroseburrows.livejournal.com]

Bookmarked. Will read as soon as I get back from vacation (Ottawa for Canada Day FTfreakingW!).

[icepixie]

Ottawa for Canada Day FTfreakingW!

\o/!!!