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Tuesday, May 3rd, 2011 02:20




So yeah, I've pimped out again, but this time it's good for my existing stories! I'm offering 2500-5000 words of a new story and/or an existing story of mine that is WIP. For a Buy it Now of $30 USD, you get the and option, highest main bidder gets either or. I will open it up to the two highest bidders or two Buy It Nows. Starting bid is $5 USD if you're interested.

(P.S. no, [livejournal.com profile] elfsausage I haven't forgotten the Spones for [livejournal.com profile] help_japan . If you haven't checked, I sent you an email with a question about it, and once I have that answered, I should have it done before my hubby gets home.)
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Sunday, May 1st, 2011 01:14
So I kind of sort of really want to write a story for each of my fandoms based entirely on fanmixes from my iTunes. I'm going to make a playlist for each story, and post the songlist at the end of each fic. Would anyone be interested in such an endeavor? [Poll #1736566]
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Friday, March 25th, 2011 10:54
Wrote these back in January for [livejournal.com profile] jim_and_bones  semi-weeklies. Pictures here and here. (you have to join the community to see sorry)

Possession is 9/10 of the Law )



This isn't love )
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Thursday, March 24th, 2011 00:42
Title: Fleeing Humanity (Never Works)
Author: [livejournal.com profile] bandearg_rois 
Rating: PG This part (R overall)
Warning: Angst
Summary: No matter how hard you run, how you try to hide, the past always catches up to you.
Author's Note: [livejournal.com profile] cookiechris80 demanded happy boys. This is the first part of my giving in to her demands.

It had been ten years. Two of those had been spent on Corinthium, and the rest had been spent moving from world to world in crappy freighters and freetraders' ships, avoiding any mention of Starfleet, and especially the Flagship. He didn't want to see any of his old friends, especially Jim; it would hurt too much. But he couldn't help but check his drop boxes, having attached a few of his anonymous identities to them. Almost ten years to the day after Leonard McCoy took a header into a ravine, he received one hit, from the same anonymous account that he'd used to send his 'last' goodbyes.

Bones,

If you're out there, I need you.

Jim


A set of coordinates was attached, and the date was only a week previous. He should have deleted the message, obliterated the account, and moved on again. He should have ran right then, stopped checking the drops, maybe destroyed them, too. But something in him, the remains of John Grimm, of Leonard, of Bones woke up and took notice. He was on a freighter the next day, already thinking about the hops to get close to where Jim's coordinates were. He pulled money out of all of his accounts, enough to get a speedy single-ship to help him on the last leg. Just before he bought the speeder, another message pinged in the drop, not 5 minutes old.

Bones,

Hurry.

Jim


Another set of coordinates; a little further away, but still in a place he knew of, a little slave-ring he thought he'd busted four years before. He got to his destination, bought his speeder, and didn't sleep for three days in his haste to get where he was going. He slept for 12 hours once he hit the system, and then tentatively sent a message to the address Jim had sent from.

I'm here; clarify orders.

And less than 5 minutes later:

Bones,

We're being held prisoner under the main temple. I managed to steal the PADD and hack an account out of it.

Jim


But he couldn't be sure it really was Jim.

Answer one question: why did you call me Bones?

The answer came almost immediately, and he grinned humorlessly at the Kirkian answer.

There was an old story I read once, about battlefield doctors, and how they were called sawbones. Also, you're a talker when you're drunk, Mr. 007.

And so he geared up, and went down to the planet.

End of Part One. (Part Two)

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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2011 00:33
 Title: Facing Eternity
Author: [livejournal.com profile] bandearg_rois 
Word Count:
Warnings: "death" fic, extreme angst
Summary: John "Reaper" Grimm must once again leave someone he loves, though this time, he loved by choice.
Author's Note: This is totally unbetaed, written at Midnight. You have been warned.

This would be the hardest thing John has had to do since he fought alongside and watched men he'd considered brothers die in a veritable Hell. He had been Leonard McCoy for 12 years, longer than he'd spent in any other identity, and it was time to move on. He fingered the vial of C24 in his pocket, but didn't make any other move to pull it out. He had no reason to use it.

He looked down at the PADD, and then out the window, staring at the San Francisco skyline. He didn't want to write this letter, had never had to write one before, but this time, he couldn't just slide out of his current life. He was too well-known now, to too many people that had too much power. He continued to stare for a few minutes, before finally picking up the stylus.

Dear Jim,

This isn't how I want to say this, but face to face isn't exactly an option. I need you to know that I love you, I've loved you since the day we met on that god-forsaken shuttle. Part of me wishes we could have been more, but it's not in the cards. I have to go away, and I'm going to ask you not to look for me. I won't be anywhere you can think to look.

Thank you, for being my best friend, really the only one I've ever had, and know that I treasure that, and it will stay with me to the end of my days. Please tell the Hobgoblin that if he goes looking for me, he'll get a nasty surprise. And apologize to Nyota. I was supposed to help her with something, and I never got the chance.

I love you, Jim Kirk, even though you're an infant brat who drove me up the bulkhead more often than not. Please, move on, find someone, do your version of settling down. I don't want you to end up alone and unhappy. I'll miss you, kid.

Bones

The PADD was untraceable, a throwaway he'd had stashed for years, waiting for a need to use it. He sent the message from an anonymous account, hours later, from a cafe across town from his apartment. And then he finalized his plans. The next morning saw one Conor Grimm heading out on passenger freight to Corinthium IX, one planet the Enterprise would never visit, and a twisted, burned out heap of metal with Leonard McCoy's DNA inside of it at the bottom of a ravine a few hours outside of San Francisco.

And something John didn't know: one man, a blond human, approximately 30 years old, clutched his PADD in a white-knuckle grip, silent tears sliding down his face.
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Thursday, October 14th, 2010 23:51
Written for this prompt at  [livejournal.com profile] buckleup_meme .

Jim starts singing, and Bones falls apart. H/C Reaper!Bones


Once Upon a Time )