Nov. 10th, 2009

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Original Fic: Fade Out, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Fade Out (The meant to be Remix)
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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Original Fic: Human, by [personal profile] kindkit
Remix: Human (The hope springs eternal Remix)

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: Nothing New Under the Sun, by [personal profile] jedibuttercup
Remix: Nothing New Under the Sun (The Zombies ate my brain Remix)

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: Chaapa'ai, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Chaapa'ai (The disney world Remix)
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: Horace's Five Favourite Sins, by [personal profile] benebu
Remix: Horace's Five Favourite Sins (The ace of spades Remix)
Harry Potter

He can be lazy, and take more than his share. Who is he to deny a good thing it's time and place?

Lust; once upon a time, Horace was quite the ladies man. Not that a gentlemen would discuss such a thing.

And he has been quick to anger when confronted with a stubborn mind.

Horace will admit to his occasional fight with the green eyed monster.

He's a proud man, but really, how can one be humble unless one has something to be proud of?

But his greatest sin, the one Harry wants him to relive, it's too much. Some sins aren't for confessing.
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Original Fic: Ring (hold infinity in your hand), by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Ring (The together forever Remix)

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: Abundance of Goods does no harm, by [personal profile] benebu
Remix: Abundance Of Goods Does No Harm (The dirge Remix)
Harry Potter
double drabble

This is the Last Will and Testament of Dobby, a free House Elf

I, Dobby, being of sound mind and body do hereby bequeth my entire collection to one Harry Potter; the most noble of Wizards, to whom Dobby is forever indebted.

With a flourish, the House Elf signed and dated the document, and sent it by owl to Winky, the executrix of his estate. He was the first house elf in known history to even have an estate, and he was quite pleased he had something to leave behind to the ones who mattered most to him.

Winky had finally started to come around and he trusted her with this most sacred of tasks. She also happened to be the only other free elf capable of doing what he asked (he certainly couldn't ask a Wizard to help one such as him)

It was all he had in the world but it was everything. Sometimes at night he would pull his collection out and run his long fingers over the different textures, look at the different colours and patterns. They were all so beautiful.

It was a week after the war ended that a box full of socks arrived at Harry Potter's doorstop.
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Original Fic: Eight, by [personal profile] amathela
Remix: Eight (Because Seven Ate Nine Remix)

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: Running Mates, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Running Mates (The 4th spatial dimension Remix)

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: Holding, by [personal profile] izhilzha
Remix: Holding (The stalwort and true Remix)

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: Equanimity
, by [profile] little_missmimi
Remix: Equanimity (The gemini rising Remix)

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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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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A Short History of Nearly Nothing

She didn't have long. Which blows.

There were things to do; fighting the good fight, Chase, trying not to die.

Okay, in the grand scheme of things making time with her sorta boyfriend (they never talked about what they were, exactly) shouldn't be making any top three lists.

She completely blew the last one. She died twice, how fucked up is that?

For an atheist, she's sure doing a lot of posthumous musing. For an atheist, she's doing a lot of posthumous anything.

If only she had had a little more time, Gertrude might have done something with her life.

She never even got a tattoo.
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What I know

propmt from Drabble, on dreamwidth :the hellen keller quote : Life is either daring adventure or nothing.
Security does not exist in nature,
nor do the children of men as a whole experience it.
Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure.
The fearful are caught as often as the brave

-Hellen Keller

Chase knows how to take a punch,
Molly knows how to throw one.
Nico knows how to cast spells,
Karolina knows that being in love feels like magic.
Victor knows what it is to be human, only because he isn't.
Xavin knows what it is to be among family, because he found one.
Old Lace knows that there are ways around any order or law, if you're creative (if you have to pee).
Alex knows some rules were meant to be broken.
Gert knows almost everything, except how to survive.
Topher knows the bitter touch of sunlight.
The Pride knows how to kill.
The Gibborrim know the taste of defeat.
foxfic: (gert)

He'd burn for her.


Both in the poetic sense, of love and passion, a raw need to be with an angel.

And in a very literal sense, as in having his wings and skin charred off by an explosion.

All for her of course.

He'd do anything for his Lillie.

He'd let madmen screw metal wings to the place his own majestic ones had once been. Now that they're stumps. His face a map of scars, his hair gone.

He's lived a hundred years for her, done her every request, for a smile. He's more machine than man, all for the woman who never saw him.
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The 4 things that never happened to Klara Prast in 2008, and one that might
written for the fifth fest at [community profile] smallfandomfest
Prompt was Klara, new world

Author's note: This is my first and so far only five things that is not Stargate related. I love expanding my horizons! ALSO, this references events in Young Avengers/Runaways Secret Invasion. If you haven't read that mini series (or even heard of it), basically an alien race called the Skrull invades. Klara and Molly were dropped off at Mt. Rushmore to keep them out of the worst of the fighting. The Skrull get their asses handed to them and then leave.

Oh brave new world that has such people in it )
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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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