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so since all but one of my Christmas fics are written, I started haunting the comment meme lj.  
silly, silly me.

Christmas Countdown
obsessed_psyco on December 16th, 2011 08:37 pm (UTC)
Stargate SG-1, Sam/Jack,Christmas countdown
Twelve rushed days of fighting off aliens to save the Earth.
Eleven burns that she kissed away.
Ten alien doo-hickeys that weren’t supposed to end up in her lab but did anyway.
Nine memos that he should have written but hadn’t and they were still e-mailed on time.
Eight diverted annoying phone calls for physicists that weren’t as smart as they presumed.
Seven chevrons to a planet that really was a milk run.
Six flavors of Jello to compare and argue over in place of a tasteless mess hall dinner.
Five minutes in a camera-less hallway.
Four teammates with a dinner in town.
Three flunkies to run errands for her.
Two pieces of cake.
One telescope on the roof that they shared.


Silent Nightmares
truthwritaslies on December 16th, 2011 10:38 am (UTC)
BBC Sherlock, John,I remember every dying whisper/ Every desperate murmur.
The worst of John’s nightmares didn’t include actually getting shot at.  Only the loud ones included bullets and mortars.  John woke up screaming from those.  Sherlock very pointedly ignored those nightmares.
The bad nightmares, the silent heart-wrenching ones that make him lose his appetite for days were of a very different sort.  John didn’t remember the names or the faces but he remembered that last breath, the accents, the tones, the desperate and the voices as they murmured the innumerable cries for Mother, or God or mercy or anything meaningful.  They all wanted something meaningful in those last moments before they died and most of them knew that they were dying.
John wanted something meaningful in his life and he absolutely needed it after the quiet nightmares.
Sherlock had tried to pry after those nightmares but he quickly learned that a case was a much more successful method to deal with them.  John caught him calling Lestrade one morning after the silent nightmare and that –that- had lifted his spirits even more than the case from Scotland Yard.


The Castaway Team
nevcolleil on December 16th, 2011 01:39 pm (UTC)
Angel/any various, Wes + any, If Wes left LA in Season 4 and formed his own crew, who'd be on his team?
Angel/Criminal Minds/NCIS/SG1
Wesley looked up from his books as Elle Greenaway entered his motel room.  She nodded grimly once.  Of course, Elle had gotten the witness to admit to the true location of the where they saw the monster.  Her old job as an FBI profiler came in handy in that way.  She could make anyone talk.  In this case, the witness had been picking up a prostitute and a little dope when a vampire nest had nabbed the prostitute, the pimp and the drug dealer, and had no doubt turned them.  The three would easily be able to gain meals or thralls.
Elle moved to the crossbow ‘range’ Wesley had set up for her use.  Elle knew cop and FBI procedure backwards and forwards and handed out latex gloves like some high school councilors handed out condoms.  She didn’t let Wesley’s team get connected to any illegal activities.  She didn’t let their illegal activities be connected to each other and put them on the Fed’s radar.  She was handy with guns but was next to useless on the older weapons that were needed for combating the supernatural.  She had very little experience with the supernatural but she was smart and willing to learn.  She was the only newbie on the team.
Caitlyn was old.  Wesley didn’t know how old and it was very impolite to ask a lady when the answer would be well over a hundred.  Wesley knew that she had played at being a regular human and had ‘died’ in a pretty spectacular manner and needed to stay under the radar for a lifetime or two.  She had joined Wesley’s team because she needed to hunt down the bad guys, above the law or below it; she always hunted the bad guys.  She also had awesome contacts to fake credentials.  She knew how to tail a ‘suspect’ and how to set up surveillance.  Currently, Caitlyn was watching the vampire nest and observing the number of blood suckers that they needed to kill.
Jack O’Connell –with two ‘L’s’- walked into Wesley’s room like he belonged there.  He belonged even though he was a decade or two (in one case a century or two) younger than all the other team members.  He dropped two duffle bags on Wesley’s bed.  Of course, he had acquired every illegal weapon that Elle and Caitlyn had insisted that they needed to raid the nest.  He had a surprising number of contacts in the underworld.  He also had every single illegal weapons dealer on the continent scared to death of him.  Wesley didn’t know why everyone was scared of a seventeen year old.  (Wesley hoped that he was seventeen, but doubted it).  The fear admittedly came in handy.  When it came to interrogations, Jack was actually better at it than Elle.
They were an oddball team of castaways, but they worked.


Prompt:Puck and Rachel are UFO chasers from Glee.  Now a cross with SG1.

Sam Carter cursed under her breath when she saw the semi-familiar van pull up to the scene.  Daniel heard, looked over, and quickly identified the two figures climbing out of the van.  "How do they do it?"
"Got to have an inside source," Sam muttered.  "It's the only explanation of them showing up at a Wraith, Asgard, and Go'auld foothold situation."

"You want to put them off with a lame cover story or should I?"

"I did it last time.  It's your turn."

"Yeah, but you can wow them with a science explanation.  I just lie to them, and they've both got a pretty good BS meter."

"Where's the General?" Sam asked.  "He might be able to divert them."

Her eyes narrowed as a third person got out of the van.  "Damn him.  Mini-Jack is leading them on."

"Someone call Jack.  There's no reasoning with Rachel Berry, Noah Puckerman, and a clone of Jack O'Neill.  That's above our pay grade."