Second Time Around...

[fenderlove]

I am having a very off day, so I thought I would try something fun that I enjoyed a while back. It's the WIP MEME! I added a few more to my list... though unfortunately most of them are still WIPs.

Gacked from rahirah.

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is.

Some of my WIPs are finished and just in need of final edits or I'm in the process of posting, and some were DOA before they were completed.



These are mostly BtVS/Ats-related fics, but there's a Caprica fic and a High Plains Invaders fic too.

acceptablelosses.rtf
AutomatedUtopia2.rtf
barnabas.rtf
Circusfic.rtf
CongressionalForeplay.rtf
drabbles.rtf
HempWidows.rtf
manofletters.rtf
patentlyromantic.rtf
Snowbankrupt.rtf
spinthebabybottle.rtf
StonewallSlayer.rtf
story.rtf
theriverthatflows.rtf
VersaillesUndone.rtf

Comments

[rahirah]

Congressional foreplay?? O_o

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

Yes, indeed... I'm afraid I didn't get very far with this one...


Flicking through the television channels, a constant blare of pundits shouted the story to their audience.

Chris Matthews was the first to bat, "Breaking news out of Washington D.C. this evening as Congresswomen Dena Kapowski from Georgia and Molly Whitacker of Texas announced on the floor of the House that they were, in fact, Slayers-"

"- A former proponent of the Unnatural Abilities Restriction Act, Republican Molly Whitacker reversed her early opinions by revealing her Slayer status to her party and the world-" Andrerson Cooper continued.

Glenn Beck foamed, "- And these terrorists have infiltrated our government. Our government! They say it's just how they were born. The extreme Left will tell you that these terrorists don't have a choice in being a Slayer, that it's in their blood. And that, I will tell you, is a lie. What will they want next? Unions? To impose their own brand of Sharia in this country?! I hate to break it to you, America, but democracy as we know it is over-"

"Does anyone else feel like they're in an X-Men comic now?" Jon Stewart joked with an amusing graphic illustrating both Congresswomen as cartoon superheroes appeared on the screen.

"Tonight on 'the Interview,' both Congresswoman Kapowski and Congresswoman Whitacker will join me to discuss the bond that cuts through party lines and joins them together on the dawn of a brand new fight for women's rights," Rachel Maddow stated.

Buffy turned off the television and stared at the blank screen, "Looks like I'm going to Washington."

[shinybaum.livejournal.com]

Anderson Cooper AND Jon Stewart. No others characters necessary add Bill maher and I'm done.

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

Hehe, maybe later in the fic someone can visit with Bill Maher. That would be neat. I need to actually finish this fic, but I kept getting political-rage while writing it. XD

[shinybaum.livejournal.com]

I think they hate each other, or at least Maher and Stewart do... which just makes for better hate sex IMO.

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

LOL. One thing I learned from trying to write that fic is that fandom and politics do not mix... unless your fandom IS politics... and that's awesome. XD

[shinybaum.livejournal.com]

I dunno if it's my fandom but there sure are a lot of politics shows I seem to love and hate and want to sleep with

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

I only have two shows that I watch now. Soon to be three if I can get that CurrentTV channel... and I do kinda want to go to dinner with Keith Olbermann. XD

[shinybaum.livejournal.com]

Ms Maddow for me. Or any of the comedians, I ain't fussy :)

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

Ms Maddow is definitely my fave. :D

[xc-runner50.livejournal.com]

patentlyromantic.rtf

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

This one takes place in my Automated Utopia universe. :D

A crisp, warm breeze swept through the London afternoon air, brushing away the staleness and leaving a breath of the countryside amongst the townhouses on Fairfax Street. The sun had broken through the soot-stained clouds, bathing the area in warmth. The backyard garden at No. 1117 had a recent addition that allowed for the break in gloomy weather the ability to be savored. Lorne had come across a delightful showman’s wagon at a theatre’s fire sale and, after a fresh coat of paint and the acquirement of a piece pieces of furniture, presented it to Miss Winifred Burkle as a birthday gift. It not only afforded her the ability to remain out of doors for longer periods of time, but it also became a holiday home when she wished for some privacy with Spike. Through Fred’s inventiveness, a retractable awning connecting the wagon to the house and specially-development curtains to allow breezes and a small amounts of light over the windows, so Spike could enjoy the new abode without exacerbating his vampiric condition.

Making the most of such a balmy afternoon, Spike and Fred gorged themselves on warm, sun-dappled peaches, almond biscuits, and cool, Mauresque Pastis. They made love and read to each other from the latest publication by Mark Twain, which Fred’s mother had been kind enough to ship from America. Together they could block out the noise of the city, pretending that they were adventurers in the wilds of some tranquil oasis. The bouquet of lavender helped to ignore the smell of the neighbourhood privies was necessary for the illusion as well.

Spike was woken from another catnap by Fred’s soft lips kissing his forehead. Yawning and stretching before wrapping his arms around his beloved, Spike nuzzled his face into her neck...

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

This is High Plains Invaders (James Marsters's Cowboys and Aliens movie).
 
          A chill morning wind whipped through the winter-naked trees as Sam and Abby slept on leaf-blanketed ground. Sam groaned softly, shuddering with cold, his arms wrapping tighter around Abby’s body. There was nothing quite so uncomfortable has having to sleep in one’s clothes even if it was a necessity and especially not when coupled with having to sleep on the hard earth.
 
          They lay facing one another, Abby using one of her arms as a pillow. Sam had nuzzled into Abby’s chest despite layers of fabric preventing him from enjoying the sensation fully, and he leaned into the cool touch of her soft skin as her fingers gently stroked over his hair. As he opened his eyes, Sam saw a field of warm, deep red. Sometime during the night, Abby had wrapped her thick knitted scarf around his shoulders and neck. After inhaling the delicate scent encasing him for a few moments, Sam lifted his head slowly, blinking away sleep.
 
          Abby smiled, placing a kiss to his forehead. Sam responded by yawning loudly and slumping back against her breasts.
 
          “We need to be on our way, Sam. The sun’s already up,” Abby said, rubbing the back of his neck to coax him awake.
 
          Facedown in the folds of her coat and blouse, Sam only gave a muffled noncommittal grunt.
 
          Eventually, Sam was on his feet, stretching and yawning, as Abby pulled her coat tighter around herself.
 
          “Here,” he said, undoing the knot in the scarf. He wrapped it around her neck, carefully tucking the tails into her coat.
 
          “Are you sure you don’t need it?” Abby moved closer to him, her body pressed against his.
 
          “Not as long as you’re nearby,” Sam smiled before kissing her lips. Just as his body was definitely feeling warmer, his stomach growled ravenously.

Sam was not a large man but he could certainly put away a significant amount of food. Abby stifled a laugh and shook her head, reaching into her coat pocket and pulling out a small tin. Opening it, she offered up the contents- several brightly-coloured hard candies.

“Here, it’s not the best breakfast, but it might make the ride more bearable until we can find some supplies,” Abby said.

Sam smiled, taking an orange sweet and popping it into his mouth, “You always did love these.”

“I kept buying them mostly for the children who were brought to the infirmary,” she spoke.

“I know I would behave better if promised some sugar every day,” he smirked, pressing a kiss to Abby’s cheek.

[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

This is a prequel ficlet to Acceptable Losses, set before Spike and Angel became a couple...


The first sight Angel awoke to was an assault on his senses. His nose was mere inches from the car's overflowing ashtray. Two soda cups had been used as receptacles for empty snack wrappers and chip bags. Groaning, Angel pushed himself upright behind the wheel of the

The last thing he remembered was screaming at Spike to turn the radio down. He turned his head towards the passenger seat to see Spike crumpled against the console, his face pressed to the interior. It was when the fog began to lift that Angel began to remember what had transpired.

Retirement had not been something that had come gracefully to Angel. He knew that, realistically, he only had himself to support. Connor had scholarships and the aid of his "second family"- the Reillys- to help him through Stanford. Angel had always hoped that Connor would attend Notre Dame, but that was for another boy, another life. His son was happy, well-adjusted, and extremely capable; just looking at Connor filled Angel with so much pride. However, Connor hadn't needed his birth-father's assistance since he was an infant.

Angel had a hard time finding his way. His friends were gone, even the ones that remained alive preferred to stay away from him after all he had asked of them. The most sadly ironic part was that the person's whose company he could have done without always seemed to be hanging around.