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Hullo,

I'm CrevanFox, welcome to my DW fic journal. I have a LJ equivalent under the same name. It's going to take some time to get my fics over here, please be patient.

My fics (except those marked remix or co-authored) are open for remixing, commentary, etc. Just give me credit for the original version whereever the new story is posted, and let me know so I can squee with geeker/fic writer joy.

I always warn for non con, and dub con. I don't write RPF or incest fics.

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Flight #7
Battlestar Galactica
prompt was Lee/Kara, post series, finally getting to spend time together
written for Fall Fandom Free For All
warning for character death

Well, frak me )
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Cure
Buffy
drabble
prompt was Cure

She's had months, but no cure.

Now she has the cure, but no time.

Angelus is in front of her, smirking, taunting. His hands are cold on her throat and face. She knows what's coming, can feel death getting ready to pounce.

A twist, a crunch, and she's done. The cure dies with her, burns in the remains of the computer, glistens in the shattered pieces of the orb on the floor.

The man Angel was dies with her.

Her chance with Rupert, her hope for a life together, gone in the turn of a head.

Jenny slumps to the floor.

The cure dies with her.
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Original Fic: Equanimity
, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Equanimity (The gemini rising Remix)
Firefly
ficlet



It pulls and it pushes.

Even docked as far from the edge of it, River can feel the ocean. She can smell the crisp scent of real air (not recycled, unhygienic and on a breeze, not out of vent) kissed by the sea (pungent).

Like a river returning to the ocean that spawns it, River slips out of the ship, skips and twists over rocks, past people and buildings to the oceans edge.

No one notices her leave, all too concerned with their own little worlds (cheap alternators, studies, money, women).

Too hot sand pushes her forward. Burns at her feet until her toes dip into the edge of cool wet sand, sprayed by the ocean.

The call of the ship (they need her) pulls her back. The needs and wants of a ship full of people calls her home.

With a sigh she turns.

She knows she'll be back.

Rivers always flow to the sea.
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Original Fic: Holding, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Holding (The stalwort and true Remix)
Buffy
Ficlet


She cries and screams until she can't anymore.

She cries for Tara, and what she did to Warren, and what she's done to her friends. She cries because Giles might be dead and she might be the one who did it.

She cries because Xander is holding her, and rubbing her back and telling her it's going to be okay, and for the first time since Tara fell to the ground with a red circle blossoming on her chest Willow believes it.

She cries because she almost ended the world, after everything they've done to save it. After everything they've lost fighting for it.

She cries because she attacked Xander and who else would do the snoopy dance for her if she snuck over to their house on Christmas?

She's not sleeping, but she's too washed out to move, clutching at Xander and staying very still seems like the only thing for her to do.
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Original Fic: Running Mates, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Running Mates (The 4th spatial dimension Remix)
SPN
drabble



He runs.

If there's a track team he'll join it, because if he doesn't and the coach notices it's all sorts of unwanted attention.

They have to go unnoticed.

He runs.

The wind and the speed and the freedom are the only times Sam feels normal. He can shut out the world and his thoughts, that never shut up otherwise.

He runs.

Dean watches. He comes to the meets, and races him if there's no one else for Sam to compare himself to (it's one thing to run for pleasure, another thing to run faster than everyone else).

Sam runs, but he can't get away.
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Original Fic: Eight, by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Eight (Because Seven Ate Nine Remix)
BSG
ficlet



Sharon was from Troy. She had a family and a first boyfriend, and a first kiss and a first fuck which was disappointing, but got better the more they did it.

She isn't Sharon.

Boomer is serving aboard Galacrica. It's her home away from home, especially after the attack. Boomer is a pilot, one of the best. Boomer loves Chief, and playing poker.

She isn't Boomer.

Athena is on Caprica. Athena thinks she might love Helo. Athena is pregnant with Helos baby.

Athena is a cylon.

She's not real either, but at least she knows it.

She's never been to Troy, although she can remember being a little girl there.

She's never served on Galactica, although she can close her eyes and feel Chiefs touch, the burn of stolen liquor and stolen kisses.

She's been rained on and exposed to radiation, and she's in the run from her own people. For the first time Sharon "Athena" Valerii feels real.
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Original Fic: Ring (hold infinity in your hand), by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Ring (The together forever Remix)
BSG
drabble

Chief pulls it out of Boomer's old bird. It's nothing, a slip of metal. It's not even necessary to the inner workings of the ship, not really.

Boomer's Raptor is still in working order. It's just that no one is allowed to fly it.

He spends his empty nights with a blow torch, welding and shaping and smoothing. It has to be perfect.

"It's nothing, just a piece of scrap from a Raptor" he says as he hands over the ring.

Helo looks at him, a question in his eyes.

It's okay. It's not Boomer.

He doesn't say it out loud, but Helo gets it.
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Original Fic: Chaapa'ai, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Chaapa'ai (The disney world Remix)
Stargate
double drabble

Up all night surrounded by translations and books that once he might have read for fun, but are now needed to finish his next report, Daniel Jackson forgets that once the Stargate was everything.

It was proof he was right, it was a gateway to stars and worlds beyond, it lead to his wife. It was hope and life.

It's a means of conveyance. It's a job. It's one more way for the people around him to get themselves killed.

In the beginning they thought it meant 'Doorway to Heaven'. The only way that's true is if he counts the endless funerals. Itchy suits and wreaths sent through into nothing.

Why buy empty coffins when a ring of dead flowers is just as good?

When he sleeps, if he sleeps, he dreams. It's warm, and sandy and more real than real life seems lately. In his dreams the Stargate is still a thing of beauty. It ripples and dances like something living. His wife at his side, hope in his heart, Daniel Jackson stands on the edge of eternity.

When he wakes up alone, knows he won't get anymore sleep and goes back to his office. Back to the job. He has a report due.
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Original Fic: Nothing New Under the Sun, by [personal profile] jedibuttercup
Remix: Nothing New Under the Sun (The Zombies ate my brain Remix)
Stargate
drabble

Jonas Quinn isn't really here. Maybe he died fighting alongside SG-1 (that's his favourite), or maybe he never left Kelowna and died when the first Naquadria bomb went off. Maybe he lost his mind, just like his mentor did.

The women he loves is a Goa'uld. The woman he loves is dead. His world is under threat, and Jonas will likely die in the coming fight.

He sleeps in an empty bed, works with the woman who is and is not his lover. Goes back home to an empty bed.

Daniel must be a stronger man than him.

Daniel survived.

Jonas isn't sure he did.
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Original Fic: Human, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Human (The hope springs eternal Remix)
Buffy
ficlet

Ethan Rayne is sure of one thing and it is this: Giles will save him.

Truthfully, he's been a bit of a dick to his old mate, and not all of it done to honour glorious chaos. Ethan really is just a bastard sometimes. He gets that.

He also knows just how good a man Ripper is; how he held the whole group together, kept them from falling totally off the cliff when they started to dabble with the darker magics. He even forgave him for the Halloween incident. Well, he never came after him for it, and that's as good as forgiveness in Ethan's book.

Giles will come for him, or send the Slayer. He will.

Ethan rocks back and forth in his tiny square of a cell buried so far under ground he forgets what sunlight feels like, and waits for his rescue. 74 days and counting.

Giles is coming. He knows it.
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Original Fic: Fade Out, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Fade Out (The meant to be Remix)
Angel
double drabbe


This is how Black men always die.

Every damn movie he watched with his sister and his mom (when they had electricity), the Black guy always bites it in some dead end alley.

What a fucking metaphor.

When his people are fighting for their lives and their homes, they die in abandoned factories, and in burnt out shops.

Blood stains on dirty streets.

Gunn doesn't see any other way out for himself. This is just how things work down here.

When he's in a corner office with his own secretary, wearing Armani and with the collected works of Abbot and Costello (plus a law degree) crammed into his brain, he's as far from those dead end streets as it's humanly possible to get. But he never stops thinking he won't still die on one.

When Gunn thinks about how he's going out, it's always with a weapon in hand, fighting, on the streets he was raised on.

When the time comes, it's just like he knew it would be. Blood splattering on the pavement, washed away like he never was, following the rain into the gutters. Another Black man forgotten before the sun has even risen.

Maybe he was always meant to die like this.
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Tick
drabble
for open_on_sunday prompt: clock.
Buffy


She can feel her clock running down. The wind flies by her, tugging at her clothes and her hair. The pain in her gut is an afterthought, her blood is a cold spot on her shirt.

The moon is bright overhead.

Maybe this is how Angel feels-the seconds lasting years to make up for the life neither one will get to live after this night.

Damn, B. I wish this could have ended different. But she's not sure if the regret is for losing the fight or their falling out.

Her time runs out. Faith hits the truck.
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A matter of honour, drabble
prompt for open_on_sunday, prompt:shortest and/or longest
Buffy


"Mine is bigger"

"no, it's longer, longer isn't bigger or better. Mine is wide, that's what counts."

From the other side of the door Xander and Willow looked at each other in confusion.

"Okay, pretty sure they're not talking about what I think they're talking about, right?" Xander looked at Willow for confirmation, "I mean girls don't......"

"Uh, not that I know of" Willow said.

"Faith, Buffy, I think you're both a little old to be playing whose got the bigger sword, now put those away and get out your quarter staffs." said Giles.

The swords scrapped as they went back into their scabbards.
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That takes me back
drabble
for open_on_sunday's prompt longest and/or shortest
Buffy



"biggest?"

"No question, the Mayor. Your turn, smelliest?"

"Ew. Lurconis, the disgusting baby-eating tub dwelling...something!"

"Still pissed about the smell?"

"I've tried everything! the dry cleaners had me banned because the smell tranfered to other peoples clothes."

"What are you three doing?" Joyce asked, as she walked in on Xander, Willow and Buffy in the living room.

"We're playing which demon." said Willow brightly.

Joyce looked at her blankly and asked "Witch demon?"

"No, not that kind, like, um, what's the... the...shortest demon we've ever come across? and then the next person has to guess who it was."

The three friends looked at each other and grinned.

"Fear demon."
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From last to ancient First
Buffy drabble
for open_on_sunday
prompt :calling and/or birds


Every other one in her line was Chosen, Called by beings of unimaginable power. They had a purpose, a cause they were born to.

All but her.

She had been dragged, chained. The sight of her village Elder and other wise men from nearby was a comfort only because she didn't know what they had planned.

The darkness slithered and flew through the air and into her, cold and slick.

When she died she felt... something, pass from her, fly out into the world in search of the next one.

The next Chosen.

The first girl to be called by Gods and not old men.
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Like a Shakespearean Tragedy,
Buffy
drabble for open_on_sunday
prompt:dash


A brave vessel, who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces."

-The Tempest. Act I, Scene II.

They'd sent her home in a box.

His baby. His Slayer. Now broken.

She'd never known that he'd loved her like a daughter. He kept to Watcher protocol, to a fault. He'd spent her entire life acting as though she were nothing more than a container for something greater.

It must have been a terrible childhood. To grow up and know only training, duty, and obligation.

She'd been more than he could have ever hoped for.

Sam Zabuto just wished he'd told Kendra that before she'd died.
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Everything Must Go!
Buffy,
drabble
prompt:sale, for open_on_sunday

She'd bought it on sale.

He'd recognized her and given her a discount.

She'd laugh if the pain in her head, the stitch in her side weren't so bad. She'd laugh if she wasn't about to die.

She was just the girlfriend (in the refridgerater!) -damn it. This was not the time for her popculture feminist to pop it's head out for a lecture.

If she was a better magic user- but no, magic is what got her into this mess.

Stupid spell, stupid lies that got her into this.

Jenny kept running.

She'd bought the orb on sale. How apt. This was a cheap death.
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Watcher's Cup
Drabble
Buffy
prompt was Cup

Faith sat Wesley down in front of the library's lone computer.

"What exactly are we doing?" he inquired, as he tried to stand up again. "We have important thing to do, I hardly think it's appropriate for me to be wasting time-"

"This'll only take a minute" Faith said, as she layed a Slayer-powered hand on his shoulder and shoved him down.

Xander queued up the Youtube video, hit play and stepped back.

From the office Buffy emerged carrying a videocamera.

But Wesley was too horrified by what was onscreen to notice.

"Good God! What are those two girls doing?!?!" He shouted before gagging.

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