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WIP!
So, OK: that didn't completely suck. I mean, I'm still all antsy with the desire to watch my spacemen, but ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
riverlight continued to rock my world, and came out to co-write with me, and much fun was had. Now, I'm just waiting for some wonderful people to upload things, but I have beer and BSG, so things aren't bad.
And my computer didn't freak out on me (much)! This makes, what, two whole days? Three? Dear computer, this is one of the many reasons you are getting replaced by a younger, sexier laptop.
But, in between the scifi channel spazhattery and my ordi's most recent fit of the collywobbles, I did a meme! *twirls* aren't you proud? It's the one where you post lines (or paragraphs, or snippets) from your WIPs. And, in this case, wordcounts, because I am a whore. (I only did the ones that I'm actively working on, though, because I'm a lazy whore.)
1. 8564 words, Obadiah (due South / Stargate: Atlantis CROSSOVER OF DOOM AND GLEE, withriverlight):
"And here I thought this would be the easy part of the trip. Go speak at this conference, Rodney, she tells me," he said, pitching his voice a little higher, in imitation, Benton presumed, of the mysterious 'she.' "Go back to Ea—to Chicago. It'll be a nice vacation. Hah!"
"Elizabeth Weir," he said, turning to Benton, "wouldn't know a nice vacation if it bit her in the ass. She likes rock-climbing!"
*
2. 2987 words, Ingram-fic (the one with the alternate universe where Rodney is a girl):
Next to John, Rodney sighed. "I have a pretty good feeling I'm going to regret asking, but who are you?"
"Ingram McKay," she said, stepping forward to offer Rodney a hand up. "Dr. Ingram Rodney McKay." She turned away, then, and pulled John to his feet as well. She was a lot stronger than he would have expected, had he been in the habit of imagining Rodney McKay as a woman.
"Huh." McKay frowned, then shrugged. "I wouldn't have thought our parents were that sadistic, actually, although it's not beyond the realm of belief."
"So little is, these days," Ingram replied, and John had to agree.
*
3. 2228 words, threesome-fic (same 'verse, except, um, pornier. written withriverlight)
"My penis," he says, "I meant my penis, not my breasts. I don't have breasts."
*
4. 538 words, gup-coda-fic (Yes, that one. Yes, I know that it's the shortest of all my WIPs. Yes, I'm ashamed of that.)
Rodney spends a week in the infirmary, after his stint as the Amazing Underwater McKay, seven whole days of carefully monitored body temperature and sleeping round-the-clock, whining for blue jello in the fifteen-minute stretches he spends awake.
*
5. 2985 words, CrossoverGlee Shame GLEE! (and shame with trinityofone
There were fifty-five Rodney McKays listed in North America.
*
6. 3326 words, ballet-fic! (the one where Aliens Write A Play About Them (Doing It)):
"Seriously, though, Rodney," he said, finishing off the last of his salad and setting his fork back down, "What's so bad about six days? They can't do anything really exciting without you, and you know they'll call us back if they need us. Think of it like—like paid vacation time!" Rodney stopped trying to dissect his pudding and stared up at John, frowning in disgust.
"Sheppard. Do I look to you—have I ever seemed to you—to be the sort of person who voluntarily takes vacation time?"
And John pretty much had to admit that no, Rodney didn't.
In conclusion: Beer. Also, Kara Thrace is hot like a hot hot thing. Also-also,riverlight and trinityofone continue to win at EVERYTHING EVER.
(did I mention how much starbuck is hot? DEAR HOLY GOD. I think I've just met my new TV girlfriend, except for how she's way too hot for me.)
riverlight continued to rock my world, and came out to co-write with me, and much fun was had. Now, I'm just waiting for some wonderful people to upload things, but I have beer and BSG, so things aren't bad.And my computer didn't freak out on me (much)! This makes, what, two whole days? Three? Dear computer, this is one of the many reasons you are getting replaced by a younger, sexier laptop.
But, in between the scifi channel spazhattery and my ordi's most recent fit of the collywobbles, I did a meme! *twirls* aren't you proud? It's the one where you post lines (or paragraphs, or snippets) from your WIPs. And, in this case, wordcounts, because I am a whore. (I only did the ones that I'm actively working on, though, because I'm a lazy whore.)
1. 8564 words, Obadiah (due South / Stargate: Atlantis CROSSOVER OF DOOM AND GLEE, with
riverlight):"And here I thought this would be the easy part of the trip. Go speak at this conference, Rodney, she tells me," he said, pitching his voice a little higher, in imitation, Benton presumed, of the mysterious 'she.' "Go back to Ea—to Chicago. It'll be a nice vacation. Hah!"
"Elizabeth Weir," he said, turning to Benton, "wouldn't know a nice vacation if it bit her in the ass. She likes rock-climbing!"
*
2. 2987 words, Ingram-fic (the one with the alternate universe where Rodney is a girl):
Next to John, Rodney sighed. "I have a pretty good feeling I'm going to regret asking, but who are you?"
"Ingram McKay," she said, stepping forward to offer Rodney a hand up. "Dr. Ingram Rodney McKay." She turned away, then, and pulled John to his feet as well. She was a lot stronger than he would have expected, had he been in the habit of imagining Rodney McKay as a woman.
"Huh." McKay frowned, then shrugged. "I wouldn't have thought our parents were that sadistic, actually, although it's not beyond the realm of belief."
"So little is, these days," Ingram replied, and John had to agree.
*
3. 2228 words, threesome-fic (same 'verse, except, um, pornier. written with
riverlight)"My penis," he says, "I meant my penis, not my breasts. I don't have breasts."
*
4. 538 words, gup-coda-fic (Yes, that one. Yes, I know that it's the shortest of all my WIPs. Yes, I'm ashamed of that.)
Rodney spends a week in the infirmary, after his stint as the Amazing Underwater McKay, seven whole days of carefully monitored body temperature and sleeping round-the-clock, whining for blue jello in the fifteen-minute stretches he spends awake.
*
5. 2985 words, Crossover
trinityofoneThere were fifty-five Rodney McKays listed in North America.
*
6. 3326 words, ballet-fic! (the one where Aliens Write A Play About Them (Doing It)):
"Seriously, though, Rodney," he said, finishing off the last of his salad and setting his fork back down, "What's so bad about six days? They can't do anything really exciting without you, and you know they'll call us back if they need us. Think of it like—like paid vacation time!" Rodney stopped trying to dissect his pudding and stared up at John, frowning in disgust.
"Sheppard. Do I look to you—have I ever seemed to you—to be the sort of person who voluntarily takes vacation time?"
And John pretty much had to admit that no, Rodney didn't.
In conclusion: Beer. Also, Kara Thrace is hot like a hot hot thing. Also-also,
riverlight and trinityofone continue to win at EVERYTHING EVER.(did I mention how much starbuck is hot? DEAR HOLY GOD. I think I've just met my new TV girlfriend, except for how she's way too hot for me.)