This is the rest of a bit of West Wing crackfic that I began in April, back during Finals when I was feeling West Wing-obsessed and a bit crazed.

The beginning is here

And this is the rest of what got written: ( Three Feet Tall and Naked )

And that's it for WIP Amnesty, everybody! Thanks for being patient with me--and thanks for being so generous in your feedback to permanently unfinished stories--and I will now resume being quiet and working on something I do plan to finish. Someday. *g*

So, by the time I hit House fandom, halfway through season one and months after the Christmas episode aired, the Christmas-episode-tag-porn story had already been written at least twice. I was still determined to write it again, only with offputting verisimilitude and a weird relationship dynamic (although, ha ha, now quaintly far less fucked up than canon). This stopped dead in midsentence due to my inability to write porn with that setup. It's really no wonder the first story I finished in that fandom was gen, is it?

House/Wilson, almost NC-17. But not. Post-that first season Christmas episode, with the smiling and Chinese food and piano playing, remember that? Good times.

( Misrule )

This was going to be step one in the development of a Sam/Jack/Daniel OT3--a Sam/Daniel story, then a Jack/Daniel story, then an OT3 story, all with titles from "Little Gidding," by T. S. Eliot, also the source of the line on my very first SG-1 icon.

Of course, I got exactly as far into this story as you will see below, realized that Sam Carter is female which makes Sam/Daniel het which means, and I really just could not get past this at the time, Sam never gets to fuck Daniel back, and then I ran screaming home to due South for a while. *g*

But I'm still rather fond of what I did manage to write, so here it is:

Sam/Daniel. Set during "A Hundred Days." Decidedly not explicit.

( Midwinter Spring )

After my first ConneXions in 2004, I did a whirlwind tour of a bunch of older fandoms: Starsky & Hutch, The Professionals, Man from UNCLE. This is what happened when I mashed two of those (S&H and UNCLE) together in my brain across the timeline gap between them.

( Secret Agent Boy )

(Found it! And the thing about freight elevators wasn't really important, although if you have strong feelings about freight elevators, please, share.)

This is something that I still think had the potential to be really cool, if I had just gotten a brain transplant from someone good at writing tightly-plotted action-driven farce. *g*

It's a Due South/Hard Core Logo/Angel crossover, and it was going to require me to a) watch the first season of Angel all the way through, and b) make a lot of tricky characterizations work. Neither of which I had done when I sat down and banged out a string of setup scenes, so, you know, caveat lector and *facepalm* and all that.

Hard Core Logo movie spoilers behind the cut, if there's anyone left in this corner of the internet who hasn't seen it or been spoiled for it. The fourth scene has appeared previously at ds_flashfiction as Take the Gun.


( Who the Hell? )

Without much ado, because I'm pushing the length limit on this post, here's the kidfic I've been telling everyone about for years. 27,800 words.

Fraser/Kowalski, pre-slash, would've been NC-17 another 150,000 words down the line...


( The Kid )

According to the file info, this one's from April 2004 (although the file info also says iuliamentis wrote it, which I'm fairly certain she did not, so we can take that with a grain of salt). The file, which I'd forgotten existed until I started poking through my hard drive for WIPs, was called flashdief, which I'm taking to mean that I started writing this for a flashfic challenge, though I no longer have any idea what challenge might have resulted in... this.

I'm actually also not sure why I didn't finish it: whether I decided to hang on to some dignity and not let this out into the world, or I just couldn't come up with a pithy conclusion. Since neither of those present an obstacle at this point, here you go:

Due South, F/K pre-slash.

( In which Dief wishes someone would pay attention. )

This is a pretty scraggly bunch of flowers on a neglected grave, and that's about all I can say for it.


Sequel to Counting the Days. Angel/Spike, Dawn. NC-17.

14,192 words of what probably would have wound up being 50,000.


( Slightly Imperfect )

So I've been meaning to participate in WIP Amnesty every year since... 2004? And always manage to miss the big official one at wip_amnesty. So now that I've built up a three-year backlog of permanently unfinished stories that I still, for some reason, wish could have a chance to see the light of day, I'm taking a page from rubynye's book, and the bull by the horns, and dear lord so many other cliches, and rolling my own.

I plan on posting once a day until I run out of WIPs, which should take... until the end of the month. Whee? And it goes without saying, but I'll repeat it up front: none of these are ever, ever, ever getting finished ever.


Going in roughly chronological order, this is the oldest WIP I have kicking around for which I still feel any fondness, dating from early Spring 2003.

Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Spike/Xander, post-S4 basement-dwelling abused!Xander h/c. I mentioned the cliches, right? NC-17 and probably one of the first slash sex scenes I ever wrote, if not the very first. Hooboy.

So with all that to recommend it: click away!


( Letting, or Blood and Candy )

And then they all live happily ever after! Also there was going to be actual candy at some point. I'm pretty sure this one died because instead of actually working on it, I went and reread Chocolatey Goodness several times in a row and promptly recovered from all ambition to write my own. And thus the world was spared. *g*