WIP meme

[lizardbeth]

Fic is stalled like a stalled thing again. bah.

My brain is just so .... squishy lately with all the interrupted sleeping. So I thought I'd do something somewhat useful like update my website. Until the tedium got to me.

Then I thought about doing the WIP meme making the rounds, and cutting-and-pasting is about the limit of my ability tonight, so here. I'm too lazy to go look up the actual wording of the meme, but here's a few snippets from the fics on my to-do-list.



Next story in my Asheron Series. Sam/Malek(/Asheron) pairing.

"It's not that I'm not interested. I am," Asheron murmured. He rolled upright, bare back curved away from her. His voice came from far away, muffled by his hands. "But not today. I just need a little time, Sam. I'm --" He stopped abruptly and she smiled briefly, as she realized he was about to apologize again. He took a breath and straightened. "Our trip raised some memories that I'd really rather not have back."

"Of course. I understand," she reassured him. She knelt up and reached out to touch him, but her hand hovered above his skin, uncertain if she should. She lowered her hand. "Please, don't think I blame you or I want anything from you that you're not ready to give, Asheron. We're both Tok'ra, we have time. I'm not in a hurry."




Anders and Sharon, post Crossroads

As the first rush of startlement at someone unexpected in her quarters faded, anger took its place, wondering if he was drunk again. But the anger never made it out of her mouth, replaced by worry. Something was wrong. As terribly as he had taken Kara's death, he had never sought Sharon or Karl out for help, not like this. "Sam?" she asked, moving forward, past Hera. "Are you all right? Is this about Kara?" she asked, wondering if he'd heard the story of Lee's vision and that's why he was slumped on her couch.

He let out a single bitter laugh and shook his head. "Sharon -- " He looked up finally, and she gasped at the shattered expression: anguish and despair in those usually bright eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"





BSG OT4 FTW!

But Sam... his mouth hung open a little before he shut it again and his eyes narrowed. Despite that warning, she diddn't expect him to take hold of Sharon and pull her into his body, tipping her backward. He bent just enough to plant a kiss on her mouth.

It lasted a handful of seconds, but seemed like an eternity while she was watching. Sharon was taller than Kara herself, bending back like a willow, and her hair streamed down toward the floor in a river of ink.




Shadow on the Pattern, my languishing crack x-over

"You love doing this to me, don't you?" Garibaldi complained, pacing after Sinclair. "Going off station to visit their fleet, when we know nothing about them? He could've been lying through his teeth the whole time."

Sinclair glanced at him sidelong, "Did you think he was?"

"Well, no. He's holding things back though."



The End. *g*

Comments

[agathons-fan.livejournal.com]

"Why didn't you tell me?"

What, tell him what? I need more :P

sam and sharon kissed :0 oooh. was helo there, did they fight. *laughs,giggles - pictures helo and sam wrestling*

[lizardbeth-j.livejournal.com]

it's set after Crossroads, so that should be a hint of what he wants to know about. :)

And on the other one, yep, Helo's there, watching. I don't know if "wrestling" is exactly the euphemism I'd pick, but... I can work with that. :P

[agathons-fan.livejournal.com]

Yea, I gotcha. I was referring to the cliffhanger-yness of it all.

I mainly said wrestling cause I just like the visual image of helo and anders doing those wrestling moves on each other :P but i guess fighting works too, as long as they get sweaty :D {j/k}