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In the comments, please either post a link to a single story or character post you've written, or post something new between 500 and 1,000 words. Whatever you like. Just let us know at the beginning what fandom it is, what rating (G/PG/PG13/R/NC17) and whether it is canon or non canon. Thanks! ;)

CSI: Sleeps with Butterflies

Date: 2017-03-20 10:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vegawriters.livejournal.com
So this is the last fic thing I wrote. It's the last installment of the Sleeps with Butterflies series.

Title: Interlude (http://vega-voices.livejournal.com/84456.html)
Series: Sleeps with Butterflies (http://vega-voices.livejournal.com/79902.html)
Fandom: CSI
Pairing: Sara/Grissom
Rating: Gen
A/N: This is a quick turn around reaction to the finale. Spoilers included. Written in 2015, right after the finale. I'm not sure if there will be more in fic form. And I have kept up a little bit with Sara (http://openveinwriting.livejournal.com/tag/%5Bfandom%5D%20csi%3A%20sleeps%20with%20butterflies) over at [livejournal.com profile] openveinwriting.


Teaser:
The irony didn't escape her. In fact, the irony pissed her the fuck off. Here she was, applying for the position of a lifetime, a position she really wanted, a position she knew she was perfect for, a position she'd fought for, a position that mattered to her more than she could ever explain to anyone except her soul in the middle of the night, and Conrad was standing in front of her, asking about her damned ex-husband. It was fifteen years ago all over again; of course she couldn't actually run a case this important without Gil walking in and screwing with her thought processes. See, her time in Las Vegas made perfect sense when when she wasn't thinking about the man she'd given her heart to.

Of course, her mood wasn't helped by the fact that her boyfriend had broken up with her just a couple of weeks before.

Fuck her heart and the fact that it impacted her.

But she did the mature thing and passed along the last good number she had for Gil and pretended she didn't care that Conrad called him. After all, who better to understand Lady of the Night Heather than her ex-husband. Not like she didn't have the psychological profiles. Not like she hadn't worked cases involving her since. Nope. Had to call in Gil. The Dominatrix Whisperer. And while they were at it, let's let Catherine Willows show up too. Because why not? It was only the biggest case of her career and she was starting to believe that it was all a test by Conrad to see how she handled this process. If she could take this, she could run the lab, right?

Okay, note to self, don't let anyone know how paranoid you can be.

Especially not when ...
Edited Date: 2017-03-20 10:13 pm (UTC)

Re: CSI: Sleeps with Butterflies

Date: 2017-03-21 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] vegawriters.livejournal.com
Thank you :) Actually I read back through this one and I didn't like it as much as I remembered liking it, so the feedback is very welcome.

Date: 2017-03-21 12:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cedargrove.livejournal.com
Fandom: Middle Earth/Silmarillion
Rating: PG-13 ('Language/Violence')
Canon: Hmmm, how to answer that...? The subject matter and motivations are canon, all else is pure speculation. Thanks Papa Tolkien.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1217296/chapters/2746078

This is a link to chapter 7 of an ongoing story that explores the 'history' of Middle Earth intertwined with Thranduil's life story. This chapter above all others can best 'stand alone.' The title of the chapter means The Fall of Doriath, which is an event - a tragic event - in the history of Middle Earth, taken from the annals of the Silmarillion. As it stands at the moment, I'm currently writing chapter 24.

Moved Michael to this thread.

Date: 2017-03-21 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mirrani.livejournal.com
Show: Atlantis (canon)
Character: Michael
Title: 14
Rating: G
Setting: This was one of the challenges posted to the Stargate fic site back in 2008. Words and a quote were given as prompts and needed to be used in each post.

---

Of all of my infirmities, the most savage has been to despise my being.

I am guilty of many things over the time that I became what I am, but what I regret the most is pushing Teyla away in my desperation to bring her closer, to find the one comfort that I had become used to in the beginning. I was a fool to think that everything I had done to myself or to others would bring her back to that time in our evolution together, and still I continued to push aside the forward-thinking ways of my past and focus on a relationship that existed only in my own expectations. I would be so focused in memories of sparing with her or standing at my window and looking out at the city on a rainy day that I would forget what it was I had become there- What it was they had forced me to turn into. I would long for a place of stability, for /that/ place, for her and the feeling would build until I lost all rational thought. I hated what they did to me and yet I /continued/ the process in the hope of becoming as much a part of her as I could be.

My first stay on Atlantis was bearable only when Teyla was around me. She was the only one who seemed to understand the war going on within me. Once I knew the truth, there was no worse feeling than being escorted to the table, knowing that what I was doing went against what my body cried out for. Teyla rarely joined me at meals, but I found that her understanding, her kindness, and her beauty sustained me more than any food I consumed while I was forced to live among them. I did what I had to in order to survive, even knowing that I would never survive as myself again. There was nothing left but to focus on that feeling for her that grew inside of me as quickly as the hatred of what I had physically become, to focus on it, to train it into what I needed it to be. And now it is gone. I can no longer feel Teyla anywhere around me. Perhaps something has happened; my sources can find no evidence of Atlantis or the Humans that inhabited it.

My recent plans have all failed, a result of what I have become in my own mind, as planning and determination have turned into uncontrollable rage. I have had reports back from those of my men that are left, and apparently the one they call "Todd" has removed all of the genetic manipulation by seeking out one of the bugs.

I have hated what I am now for so long that I have gone out of my way to create myself in an image that was nothing either the Atlanteans or the Wraith would recognize as their own. But did I focus on the Human elements simply to encourage Teyla? Did I subconsciously hope that she would become more comfortable with me if I began to look more like her own kind over time?

There are times even now that I long to feed, but I wonder if it is only due to the anger I feel over all of my failures. I would have enjoyed nothing more than to drain the life from The Gun, drop him where he stood, remove his weapon and allow him to hear the charge and stare down the length of it before ending his life.

The rest is here:
http://michaelwraith.livejournal.com/2009/01/19/
Edited Date: 2017-03-21 10:49 pm (UTC)

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