delga | Entries tagged with cowboys + space = cancelled.

I didn't know whether to do this by fandom or by author so I'm doing a mix of both. First up, Sarah Connor Chronicles. I'm actually posting all the fics that I liked enough to keep on my del.icio.us account, and not just the ones I've marked as recs because, well, I'd only have three. Also, I'd like to point out scc_fic, a comm for your ficcing needs. There's a range of stories available, and I found all of the below, bar two, via that comm. You may enjoy some of the things I was less enamoured of. (Note: UK viewers, the next episode to air will be 1x05, Queen's Gambit; I've marked spoilers on fics.)

primary recs.

in the border fires by trollprincess (Terminator/Supernatural, John/Sarah)

Her name is Sarah Connor, and when he tells her his name she gets that twinkle of amusement in her eyes that anyone who's ever handled a weapon tends to get. But instead of asking, "Like the gun?", she leans back on the small couch as her long light brown hair spills over her shoulder, then says, "Same name as my kid. Must be a sign."

John highly doubts that, because he believes in a lot of signs but not the kind that lead to this.

I know I've recced this before, but some of you won't have seen it. It was written pre-SCC but it fits both Hamilton and Headey's Sarah Connors. No spoilers for Supernatural. It's a story about parents of fated children; John Winchester has his secrets, but Sarah Connor has more. Their meeting is quick, heady and fragile. I found this fic whilst looking for Papa-Winchester-centric stories and read it without really knowing who the hell Sarah Connor was. I loved it then, and I love it even more now that I have a full grasp of canon. Wonderful idea, skilfully executed, and a wholly satisfying read.

how to change the world without even trying by bangles (pre-T2: Judgment Day, John Connor)

One of the SWAT cops has his mother pinned face down on the ground. The second cop handcuffs her. All the rest, except for one, keep their guns trained on her. Only one cop is holding John, and he doesn't use handcuffs, and no one's really looking at them, except of course for his mother. But she signaled to John to do nothing. So he does nothing. He has to just let them take her.

This fic is set a couple of years before T2: Judgment Day, following John from his mother's arrest and incarceration in Pescadero State Hospital to his life just before the second movie begins. It looks at how he went from a child who believed in everything his mother said to a child who thought she was as crazy as every one else seemed to think she was. It's quite a sad story, well-written, and embraces both the John we meet in T2 and the John we know in SCC.

ivory and ebony by

the_grynne (Sarah Connor Chronicles, future!fic, Cameron and John)

I did not hate, I did not fear. This I remember. I followed orders without question. If I am deceitful now, if I feel the strange uplifting of joy in victory, it is your work in me.

Cameron and future!John, paying chess, and learning; chess as a metaphor is established early on in Sarah Connor Chronicles.

the_grynne takes the idea of Cameron's hidden agenda and turns it into something reverential. There is something beautiful and haunting about Cameron's voice in this ficlet in which she is the product of both John's direct and indirect machinations.

thank god, it's fatal by

hackthis (Sarah Connor Chronicles)

( spoilers for UK viewers: 1x05-1x07. )

the further I fall, I'm beside you by

kalesbohan (Sarah Connor Chronicles, future!fic, Cameron and John)

John knew, like he'd always known, that nothing he did to the timeline would make Cameron human or born of a mother. That didn't mean he cared less, invested less in her; it meant the opposite. Cameron was a bomb and catalyst thrown into his own past, her every fibre from long hair to tone of voice calculated to get a precise reaction and loyalty from his own self. She was calculated to devastate him.

More future!fic. (Minor spoilers for UK viewers: set post-1x05.) Cameron in canon sometimes does things that we as viewers find suspicious; this fic posits a theory about Cameron's secondary mission. It's an interesting look at future!John's psyche, and is quietly chilling, whilst maintaining the show's dark humour - Cameron's dialogue is especially on point.

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secondary recs.

our passenger by

trollprincess (Terminator/Firefly, Jayne/Sarah)

They pick her up on one of the border planets, a wiry hard-edged woman with a single bag of possessions and a battered hat that's seen better days, probably on the head of someone else. She assesses Serenity like she's looking for weak spots, and Jayne's pretty sure he's the only one aside from Zoe who can tell she's hiding more weapons on her body than he is.

What a pairing, seriously. Sarah finds herself in the 'verse and takes passage on Serenity. Her fleeting presence on board leads to a lusty encounter with Jayne before she leaves, still maintaining her mysterious aura. As with In the Border Fires, Sarah Connor is the mysterious and alluring outsider, leaving silence in her wake. I prefer the other fic because of the ways in which Sarah unknowingly mirrors John Winchester, but this one is also well-written, engaging and also amusing (how could it not be with Jayne?) There is a wonderful scene towards the end when the myth of John Connor comes to life, and surprisingly, the two fandoms come together really well.

double vision by

vaznetti (Sarah Connor Chronicles, Sarah Connor)

Sarah has not always found weapons beautiful. She can remember the early days, grit in her eyes, bones aching and hands blistered and her teachers shouting again and do it right, this time, and for fuck's sake, she was just a waitress, not some kind of hero. But there was John, and she didn't have time to care that she was tired, or couldn't get it right: she had to.

A tiny ficlet about Sarah Connor. The transformation of Sarah between The Terminator and Judgment Day is dramatic, and her trust of weapons is always polarised with her fear and hatred of the machines. Can she afford to trust Cameron?

What this fic doesn't quite do - possibly because it's about Sarah, and not about John - is take the next step in this thinking: Sarah doesn't trust the machines, but John does, and his affinity towards them may be the reason why he becomes the man people believe he will become.

maybe tomorrow by

hackthis (Cameron Phillips)

Terminators do not prevaricate. There are no half-truths. And yet, she is Cameron Philips and she is not. She is the soul of Cameron Philips; she is Cameron Phillips' brain. She looks like Cameron; she has seen the photos. She has had this conversation many times with John -- her John, not this John. She meant what she said to Sarah Connor -- this is not her John. Her John is different. Her John created her when she died.

This fic plays with the line between human machine as presented in Cameron Phillips, taking the idea that Cameron as a personality is something created by John Connor. In some ways it's similar to

the_grynne's fic that I recced above: Cameron as a product of John, and having pride in those origins. But in other ways, it's much looser.

hackthis's Cameron is humanised to a greater degree, is less majestic and awesome than

the_grynne's, and I think that's why I ultimately preferred the other fic. That said there's a lot going on here, and it's a good story with a satisfying end.

and so it went by

indiefic (Sarah Connor Chronicles)

( spoilers for UK viewers: 1x05-1x07 )

acting human by

psycholizard (Sarah Connor Chronicles, post-ep)

( post-ep for 1x07, The Demon Hand )

/dev/null by

rez_lo (Sarah Connor Chronicles, Cameron)

She runs, endoskeleton pushing against the earth with tensile strength that powers the body forward like a bullet chased by expanding gas. With her left hand she shields Him. With her right she grabs at air solid as an iron bar, takes the illusion of torque and uses it to hurl them another stride over the surface. Again. And repeat. Her lungs take in the whole sky and breathe it back out; her heart pumps an ocean of blood.

Cameron, the machine. She's so fascinating precisely because in questioning her construction we're actively questioning what makes us human (hence the new BSG's success, at least partially). The imagery here is sharp and intricate; Cameron is all machine this time around, all mechanics and code. What I found really interesting was the use of Him. There are a lot of biblical parallels to be made with the Terminator franchise, but unlike

the_grynne's fic,

rez_lo's lacks the open reverence. Instead the idea of John as creator is overwhelming, and this fic (for me) strongly evokes the idea of the fall of man. Well worth your time. I can't remember why this isn't marked as a primary rec. Possibly I felt it too intricate on first reading, but looking at it again, I think that intricacy is essential. So.

binary sounds like morse code by

fryadvocate (Sarah Connor Chronicles, Cameron)

She understood time as something that occurred all at once. Everything that occurred after John sent back the T-800 had already occurred as soon as, before, after he sent the machine back.

John said, "Now we see what changes."

The bunker shook and someone came in with a report, didn't even glance at her. She was void. Time did not move linearly, she understood. Time shifted like a wave, all molecules moving at once and subsiding. Sending Reese back had not stopped the war, it had guaranteed it.

This one is difficult to read but I recommend persevering with the 'code' format because it's quite important. It's a striking piece, powerful in its implications for Cameron's ability to learn and adapt. Following Cameron in her trajectory from future to past and then forwards to the future again, we watch as she adapts to circumstance, and how she comes to trust John (which is contrary to nearly every other fic on their relationship).

The only reason this is in the secondary recs rather than the primary ones is because conceptually it's a little tough. But I think that it's worth the effort.

and the things that keep us alive keep us alone by

arewewinning (

stateofsoul) (pre-T2: Judgment Day through past Sarah Connor Chronicles; Sarah, John.)

Later that night, she asked him why he wandered off and her son tilted his head against his pillow, met her gaze, and rolled his eyes in her general direction even as sleep worked to pull him away from her.

"I didn't. I couldn't find you so I had to wait until you found me."

And past the tears she hadn't shed yet, she was smiling.

A fic about John Connor and his life as he knows it. The John we know, the one we're introduced to in Sarah Connor Chronicles is in many ways plagued by inadequacy and by the burden of his future, his supposed destiny, and it makes for a tired figure. I don't know if I'm the only one but I think that future!John, far from being all-knowing and finally accepting of his role, is probably still scared shitless and so, so tired. Whilst some of the resistance fighters probably wonder at his secrecy (thus buoying the myth of John Connor) the man himself must be an exhausted figure, at times trapped by his past. John Connor, like his mother, only goes forward.

But anyway, this fic is a series of 'scenes' from throughout John's life, charting his development. There are moments of doubt, there are moments of clarity; John is a character in flux, regardless of what he's told the future will be. I like the idea a lot, and I enjoyed the fic.

There's an implicit idea that Sarah's absence is filled by Cameron, but it's not taken anywhere, and I felt that whilst the fic is very good as it stands, it's ending was lacking in some way. Not because it's quiet open - I don't mind that at all - but because I don't know what I was supposed to take away from it. I think it's one that people will like, though, because the vignette-style is neatly executed, and it's emotionally compelling.

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There's this wonderful line in Heavy Metal when Sarah is losing her nut over John's escapades and Cameron offers, "John does these things sometimes." John does these things. Part of his skill, then, his charm maybe, is his ability to take risks. There are some powerful moments in the episode, and the re-watch was beneficial.

One of the things that makes Cameron especially difficult, I think, and that the show takes pains to remind us is that she is actually a concept that we as viewers - as humans - have devised. We have a concept of Cameron onto which we project narrative whilst Cameron is actually just the skin that covers the TOK715. And we, like John, become attached to that skin. The show is clever, though, because it doesn't really let us forget that machine aspect of the character. (Well, until it's useful to them.) That scene in The Demon Hand where ( spoilers ) is a sharp reminder that we are more invested in Cameron than the TOK715 is in us (or, you know, John). ( in which M talks about her own fic. )

( continuing ruminations on characterisation. )

Alternatively, the above is bollocks, but I wanted to talk it through somewhere.

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New New Amsterdam today. Hurrah!

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RECS POST. AT LONG LAST. !!!

» BIG LOVE.

Psalm 119:27-29 by viciouswishes
multiple pairings.

They call him the good prophet. He makes sure that his flock is cared for, provided for. No one goes hungry or without shelter. Sure, once in a while, he has to turn a blind eye; but it's for the good of the people, for the good of the compound. He might drive around in his Hummers, but he's no Roman Grant.

viciouswishes takes a step into the (probable) future, and places Bill Henrickson in the role of the Juniper Creek prophet. The family falls apart and falls together in all the ways you expect, and then some. By turns heartbreaking and endearing, this fic follows the various threads to their conclusions. What I liked most about this fic was how natural the turns felt, and the closing section which is poignant and disarming, the way the show itself can be.

» BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER.

Five Things Jack Never Expected by

odestructogirlo [apocalyptothon]
Jack O'Toole (episode: The Zeppo).

The thing is, of course, that you don’t have to intentionally start the apocalypse. You do a few little things, the other guy ends up in the wrong place at the wrong time, and apocalypse, always the mistress of opportunity, steps in.

This fic is hilarious whilst maintaining the pathos the show so often displayed. Written from the perspective of one of the minor characters from The Zeppo, this outsider's perspective is wry, witty and sometimes even touching. A fun read.

» DOCTOR WHO.

The TARDIS and the Slow Path by Roz McClure [twicetoldfandom]
gen. Martha. au.

That was when Martha realized the TARDIS had a sense of humor: later. When she was going over the timeline in her head for the memoir she would write someday, and figured out who else was taking the slow path in 1869. Ha. Until then, she'd just thought the TARDIS was jealous.

I'm always glad to find Martha fanfiction, even more so when it deals with the TARDIS. I love how this fic is both linear and non-linear, just like the series, and I like the slightly disaffected tone. Martha's comments of the sigh - what now? variety are a treat to read, and the whole fic is light and thoroughly enjoyable.

» FIREFLY.

And Walked the Night Alone by

elohvee [apocalyptothon]
gen. Jayne. River. post-Serenity.

Things were supposed to be better. They fought a war for this, right? Not Jayne, 'cause he ain't the sort, but Mal. Mal and Zoe and all those other people, and it don't make sense, because they were always right before, in the end.

Confession: I've read a fair few Jayne-and-River-survive fics, and I love nearly all of them. The irony of Jayne being left to care for River is almost too much, but it also brings the best out in him. This haunting apoca-fic leaves Jayne lonely; I was drawn to how quiet and eerie it is.

» GREY'S ANATOMY.

Ring The Bells That Still Can Ring by

cherryice [apocalyptothon]
ensemble. Izzie/Denny.

It begins on a Wednesday. The morning dawns like any other: grey clouds low overhead, cool air heavy with the threat of rain. Light slanting through the plate glass window of Seattle Grace is muted, soft. The sound of quick footsteps, the beep of monitors, the hiss of lowered voices fills the halls.

Zombies in Seattle Grace, and whilst it sounds like it should be funny, it's not. Izzie - typically, Izzie - decides to hide Denny to stop him from being killed. Re-killed. Whatever. But it's really more of an ensemble piece, the main cast trying to hold on, make sense of things in the context they have. The writing loosens a bit towards the end, but I still thought it was a good piece for what it was, and the majority of the characterisations are spot on.

Clinging in the Wreckage (& part 2) by

toestastegood [apocalyptothon]
gen. Bailey. Derek.

Just stomach pains, but by the time the surgical team got inside, half of her internal organs had been black and rotten. A rancid smell had invaded the theatre, a scent that not even the masks covering their mouths could defend them from. Despite their best efforts, the girl had died as little more than a medical mystery.

OH MAN. I love this, the first part especially. A horrible, horrible virus comes to Seattle Grace and Miranda eventually has to say enough is enough, and leave the interns to themselves. A wonderful character piece detailing Bailey's position, and whilst the second part (same fic, Derek's perspective) is weaker, it's still a good fic. The situation is horrific and somewhat hopeless in the truest sense, but Bailey does what she has to do - sticks to what she knows.

» HAIKUATHON RECS.

Missing by

oxoniensis [haikuathon]
gen. Ziva. running.

Sounds Like by

stateofsoul [haikuathon]
Tami/Eric. baby.

Both of these are beautiful. The first is one stanza, and is so Ziva that even on multiple re-reads it lives up to its flash-promise. The second is from a fandom I don't even know, but the rhythm and repetition is infectious, and the obvious affection in the voices is warming.

» LAW & ORDER/LAW & ORDER: SVU.

A Balmy Morning in Hell by

caitn [apocalyptothon]
gen. Briscoe. Munch.

Detective Lennie Briscoe winced as another explosion reverberated from outside. "It sounds like all hell is breaking loose out there."
"This country's been going to hell for years, my friend," John Munch announced. He wound up for a lengthy rant. "It's been going on long before the conservative right-wing power mongrels--"

This was written for me! I would have been pleased for any of my prompts to have been chosen, but

caitn took the one I thought no-one would touch with a pole and produced a brilliant dialogue-fuelled ficlet. They're being attacked, sure, but the old-timers are babysitting. I'm filled with glee over it.

» STARGATE: ATLANTIS.

Single Step by

blufamingo [femgenficathon]
gen. Teyla.

Teyla believes, for the first two months, that every day is the day they will return. It is not the first time they have gone back to Earth, and every time they have come back to Atlantis, to Pegasus. She is sure this time will be no different.

Hands down one of the best Teyla fics I've ever read, discussing her attachment to the Atlantis crew and her estrangement from her people. It's what I call a "silent" fic, where the dialogue doesn't impinge on your interaction with Teyla's story. There's hope in the long run, but also sadness and Teyla's strength. The long haul is the harder battle, and re-aquaintance is harder than first contact. This fic epitomises all those things that I love about Teyla, her quiet, her good sense and her patience which is often taken for granted. A lovely, lovely fic, and one that I strongly encourage you to read.

Watched by

inlovewithnight [twicetoldfandom]
gen. Ronon. Sheppard.

When he was on the run, Ronon had known he was being tracked all the time, but that isn't the same as being watched. Feeling eyes on the back of your neck. Knowing every step you take, every turn of your head, every motion of your hands is being broken down to be used against you by whatever bastards are holding you prisoner.

Ronon and Sheppard have been imprisoned, and they're both unspooling, though in different directions. But really, this is a fic about Ronon and his history, the skills that make him an asset to the Atlantis team. It probes notions of confinement and, like the previous rec, estrangement. Things he cannot say. There are moments when you think he's being taken for a ride, and moments when you feel for him intensely. But you cannot connect to Ronon Dex. And that's entirely the point.

A Method for Introducing Heuristics by

general_jinjur [apocalyptothon]
Mckay, McKay/Sheppard; slight crossover with Heroes.

Rodney doesn't realize he's seeing her for the first time when he sees her for the first time. He takes her for Esposito, for all that she's taller, and her hair is pulled into a smooth twist where Esposito is all curls. She has a different look to her, too - a readiness, like she's assessing potential threats, constructing strategy at the unlikeliest times. Steel in her shoulders and spine. It's an oddly military look. That's not quite the way to put it - not oddly military, but military in an odd way. Like Sheppard, never acting like a soldier until it suits him, but always a soldier nonetheless. In any case, the first time he sees her, she's up to her elbows in one of the access panels in corridor 27. Rodney's mind leaps from puzzlement to dark-haired mechanical engineer to full-blown tirade against unauthorized tinkering in well under a second. He figures it's to his credit that he doesn't so much as flinch when she turns to face him and isn't who he expected.

OKAY, I KNOW. (TRUST ME,

wliberation, I KNOW.) But, seriously, this is genfic! It's like... okay, it's like taking for granted that McKay and Sheppard are a couple and just assuming you know that, so get past the shippy and onto the plot(-y). Really, this is a Rodney fic, and the way his brain works as the city begins to collapse from the inside. It's about Trojan Horses and the end of the world. The rhythm here is so strong, and the ideas so potent, you get carried away. What I love about this is the hum of activity, of things going wrong too quickly to be remedied, until the end where there's a sudden halt, a deceleration. Also,

general_jinjur has the most acute turn of phrase. I'm content to read just about anything she's written because the writing is completely worth it.

edit: Authorial intention versus reader response! Which is to say that I read the fic counter to what the author intended (see comments!) BUT. It's still a great fic, so however you read it, you should at least, you know. Read it.

» STARGATE: SG-1.

Like a Slinky Down a Stairwell (She'll Be in Her Bunk) by viciouswishes [sg_femslash, Carter round]
Sam/Vala.

Vala's discovered the Spice Girls, and Sam blames Daniel. She doesn't know why she blames Daniel, who likes Vivaldi and Mozart, but she does. He's supposed to be the one keeping Vala under control.

Hilarious ficlet. Pop-culture references, Vala, sexual repression, femslash and just an overall tone of lightness and gaiety that was lovely to read. So much fun.

» THE WEST WING.

The Great Zombie Invasion of 2001 by

netgirl_y2k [apocalyptothon]
ensemble. Josh/Donna.

"There are zombies in Ireland."

I think what I love the most about all the West Wing fics to come out of the

apocalyptothon is that they all start with Donna because she, naturally, is the most likely receptacle for the tidbits of information to trickle through.

netgirl_y2k's fic is short, but very funny, with lots of one-liners, all of which made me giggle. Zombies, and the Bartlet administration at its most ridiculous.

I am not a fan of the blockquote style I've got going on, but I can't make the code do what I want it to do. Basically, I want to gmail-i-fy it so that the text indents with a bar to the left. Any help? Dear twincy, I have stolen from your code. Please forgive the impromptu theft? love, M x

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UM, HAI THAR. IT'S JUNE.

I've woken up around 8am nearly every day but I just can't be arsed to get out of bed until 9.30am. Sigh.

In related news: T has her first exam today (right now) which makes things horribly real.

Started doing work proper yesterday in prep for my exam. I need to go over the semester's notes and texts. Am half through the lecture notes; that leaves tomorrow and Sunday for the texts and Monday morning for zenning.

My plan of work so far has been: one set of notes, one bit of fandom. So far the fandom portion of that has entailed my re-watching Objects in Space from Firefly. Twice. I've said this many a time and I'm likely to say it again: excellent, excellent 45 minutes of television.

It's Friday. You know what that means.

Feeling a tiny bit put out by The Flatmate but not enough for a full explanation and only so much that this teensy rant is enough to help me deal.

Anyway, in about 10 days, I will be going home which is possibly one of the more terrifying aspects of the end-of-year crawl. You know me: I hate the commute.

edit: Did I mention that I saw Studio 60 last week? And enjoyed it (relatively speaking)? Oh, Allison Janney. You make things shiny and new. Also: ficathon deadlines. femgenficathon, July 15th. apocalyptothon, July 31st.

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( the fics. )

( break-down. )

Special thanks go to wliberation and tigertrapped who are not only my unfailing betas, but my dear friends. The former is my enabler and hand-holder, the latter is my inspiration. Further thanks to binglexjells who not only writes brilliantly, but was the entire reason that any csi: new york fic got written this year. Also on this list of Awesome must go ivinnuna and raeyashi for their constant and uplifting feedback, and more lately, twincy who has bravely beta'd my last fic for the year, and indulged me so far as to geek-meta Shakespeare and Bones (no, seriously). Lastly, I want to thank not only everyone who has read my fic this year, but everyone for whom I've beta'd this year. This whole fanfic thing is a two-way street. You can write all you want, but it's the talking that counts. So thanks for talking.

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~~Is there anyone who's seen Firefly and Doctor Who (featuring Ten) that's willing to beta a crazy fic of mine? Drop me a comment with your email if so; all comments screened.~~

Sorted. Thanks, denorios.

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Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

And now a couple of recs. Firstly, two from stellaluna_ who is honestly one of the best writers in the CSI: NY fandom. Travellers is a Stella/Hawkes fic that is plausible and the best characterisation of Sheldon Hawkes that I have ever seen. Sheldon is the thinking girl's crumpet, obviously, and this fic shows just how seductive knowledge is, be it personal or otherwise. The Snow Queen is one of those fics that transcends fandom, really. You know when the heat kicks up and you get bitter and frustrated? This fic captures that, winding you tighter and tighter. It's Mac/Stella, my bestest OTP, but the beauty here, as ever, is the tragedienne. Stella is frustrated and hurting, and the heat just keeps coming. Truly wonderful.

Apparently it's a time for CSI: NY fics because I've been re-reading other ones that I like (alas! marginalia has disappeared!) and I remembered a wonderful Stella/Hawkes, Stella/Mac fic that I'd read ages ago. (I'm not a Stella/Hawkes shipper; that's just the way my month's gone, I suppose). Public Dreams, Private Myths is the fabulously awesome ivinnuna's take on addictions and comforts in the human realm. Love a man, hurt a man, want a man; want peace. Again, a gorgeously textured Stella characterisation with a slightly aching and bitter undertone that I love to see in Ms. Bonasera. By the same author is The Underachiever - Flack/Danny and another emotional struggle over possession and loss. I think what I love best about ivinnuna is that her writing hits you solidly in the middle of you chest and knocks the wind from you. On that note, a Without a Trace fic from her, too. Danny/Martin. I don't have enough superlatives, really, so I'll just leave you links: Wednesdays, Headspace and Everywhen.

OK, today's theme has changed from NY to "pimping out one half of the flist to the other", so let's just go with that for now. All Plans Fail is Beckett/McKay SG:A fic from wliberation who is the only person who can write Carson. In the world. No, seriously, I've never found anyone else that can do him any justice. In that vein, you should also read her Carson gen-fic Before I Go because Carson loves his mum and we love Carson. (Caw! Caw! icaw!) Let me point out that even though I am a sucky beta, these fics are both amazing. wliberation is Queen of Carson. Or something.

I've recced daygloparker this week already but whilst I'm here: this is her fic tag; go read all (I went to look for your website and it had gone ohnoes. Thankfully you like organising and categorising). She's written for old-school West Wing, Without a Trace, Atlantis and (more recently) Lost, Battlestar Galactica and Doctor Who. If you can't choose, start at Experiment #6 (Absent-Minded Transgression Remix). It's Battlestar Galactica, it's Six; it's God, Gaius, dreams and machines. This fandom brings out crazy clever fic, obviously.

When I am pimping fics, I really can't pimp anything without mentioning some fic queens that reside on my flist. tigertrapped is my idol; she writes in a way that is visceral and beautiful. From the frighteningly violent (yet lyrically beautiful) turns of her Constantine fanfics to her personal writing that is real and touching, she's my go-to girl for writing skills. I can't choose from her work but because I want to give you something I'll pick Two Minute Silence which begins with the most intriguing first sentence and The Swimming-pool and the Sea, a slice-of-life original fiction that I read over and over again. Other fic queens: binglexjells who writes the best mixture of CSI:NY fluff'n'angst; her fics are snapshots of Very Important Moments and I love how fleeting they are, and lastly, raeyashi, who writes Don/Cooper slash for the Numb3rs fandom. You should all read Let It Spin and Those Damn Blow Pops (omg Don and his oral fetish, yes, yes).

Finally, a list of stuff you just have to read.

Of History by Northlight [Firefly]
Zoe and Wash, and why it was never going to be Mal. The best thing about this fic is the narrative. I could listen to this style forever.

The Olympic Spirit by freedomfry [Sports Night]
REC ME SN FIC. Ahem. Dan, Casey, gymnastics. Hell yes.

Six Places We May Have Met by luna [West Wing]
Oh. Oh. One of my favourite TWW fics in the world, ever. And CJ, too, who I just adore. Well really, who wouldn't? There are other TWW fics that I adore, mostly CJ/Toby (OTP? Hell yeah) but this one is all about possibilities and optimism that fits the daylight.

Growing Up by sheldrake [Chronicals of Narnia]
So, who else detests the treatment Susan gets at the end of the series? (Or am I the only one to love her character?) This is a fic about Susan and her life in the Aftermath; it's also about sisters and choices. I love it.

Now I'm off to clean and start packing. You should all be reading fanfiction.

Current Mood: hot
Current Music: The Wreckers: Stand Still, Look Pretty

I've said it before but Objects in Space is possibly one of the best 45 minutes of television to hit the screen in the past ten years. Much love.

Also, two fic recs because apparently this is a week for them:

Running in place by wal_lace (BtVS)

You could trust Sunnydale to have a mall that actually could be zombie-proofed. To say nothing of the generator. And the sporting goods store, although most of the survivors couldn't shoot very well.

Superconnected by sadiekate (Veronica Mars)

Veronica forces herself to walk steadily back to her car, because she won’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her run away. She doesn’t let herself look back.

Current Mood: better
Current Music: CSI NY: 2x22

So, saw Serenity! It was fun! No, seriously, it was. A little heartbreaking, of course, and a lot of funny. Good time was had until I walked back to halls and was verbally assaulted by two chavs. Racists do my head in. Oh, and then, because the heel of my boots are wearing away, I slipped. I now have a gash on my knee; I feel five again. My muscles are a little sore from the box/book lifting at the store today but it's a good feeling. Note to self: buy new boots.

Tomorrow, lectures start and it's my first day on the book stall, which should be interesting. I have no idea how long I'll be working, which should be interesting. I do know that I need to take money for a textbook, bloody hell. Yet another one. Oh, I finally got Oroonoko into a readable format. I know the lecture is tomorrow but as long as I've read it in preparation for Friday's seminar, I'll be fine. In TNR, 10pts, it's only 18 pages which is the length of a long fic so shouldn't take too long. Hopefully some of my other books will start coming through the post this week. Most of the orders should have been shipped on Friday.

I also need to write a lot of emails, jeez. I'll do that tomorrow, I think, although I might actually scrap that idea all together and write letters instead.

I've been re-watching bits of this week's Numb3rs. I love my show :)

Current Mood: okay
Current Music: Sheryl Crow: Wildflower

You know, even when I saw Objects in Space the first time, it completely held me as a story, and not just because it became the end of Firefly as a series but because it was about River and her character really reaches out to me in a very brutal way. I just watched the episode again, this time with Joss Whedon's commentary and whilst I can see what he wanted to do and how successfully he achieved that aim, I still respond to this episode in a radically different way to what he was aiming. Does that make sense?

Originally my fascination with River stemmed from seeing that picture of Summer Glau and the fact that her face fit exactly with the way I was envisioning Lise at the time (I now use that more as a base and Lise has evolved into something a little less elegant, more messy but very, very direct) but then it segued into a fascination with the character herself. The delicacy of her. And Objects in Space is all about this tentative, literally awesome power. I love that idea, that she is incomprehensible, but she's still a child. And I love the idea of her becoming the ship; identifying with it as a body and a space within a space. Obviously, she's not the ship but I still like the thought that it would have made perfect sense.

Mostly, this episode is so quiet and sparse. And what I read into it was that the episode transcended itself, or rather the idea of River Tam transcended the plot and became the episode. She became a literal representation of the story. I love that so much. And now my brain is just hovering on all those pictures, and my responses to it, and what Joss Whedon expected from it and-- and it's fantastically incomplete. Surreal, solid, intangible and, even more paradoxically, confoundingly, complexly simple.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Kelly Clarkson: Addicted

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