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cinaedI have...way too many WIPs. *shakes head at self* So I'm going to post a few snippets here, try and get myself set on writing them.
Where the Sea is Sharpest (SGA)
Ronon grew up on the outskirts of the capital city, where the wind whispered through the tall golden-green grains in the fields and knocked gently against the window of his bedroom. At night, after his mother had tucked him and his brothers into bed, he would creep to the window and open it, let in the night's scent of nearby greenery and sometimes smoke from a bonfire or someone else's chimney. Most nights he fell asleep to the plaintive cries of the black-winged langris as they called out for love and companionship, the calls following him into his dreams and giving him wings.
When he stood on the balcony of his quarters in the City of the Ancestors, all he could smell and hear was the sea, the taste of salt filling up the back of his throat and making his eyes sting. Back on Sateda, in a city that was only ashes now, he would have had to travel three days in any direction to reach the sea. One of the strangest things about being on Atlantis (out of the many strange and wondrous things) was the fact that the city is itself an island.
Dust You Know By Name (Star Trek: Reboot)
By the time Amanda was thirteen, she had visited every state of the United States of America. By the time she was sixteen, her father's diplomatic work and her mother's Starfleet career had taken them to over a dozen countries on United Earth and twice off-world. Her favorite place was Arizona, with its red dust and endless horizon, the landscape stark and almost bleak, but beautiful all the same. They lived there for three months before her mother was recalled to Paris to work under the Federation president. The labyrinth of streets and enormous population taught Amanda the meaning of claustrophobia, and not even the various splendors of the history-saturated city -- with its Notre Dame de Paris, the Panthéon (where Voltaire, Zola, and Rousseau's bones rested), and the Louvre -- could sway her to love the city as she loved Arizona.
In Arizona, she spent most of her time outside with one of her father's precious books in her lap, her gaze devouring its words and the landscape around her, committing it all to memory. She felt like she was one of those alien flowers that needed only the sun to bloom, soaking up the heat as the sun warmed her neck, shoulders, bare feet. The Arizona sun freckled her unblemished skin and earned scoldings from her father and warnings from her mother about her health.
The Curious Incident of the Ghost in the Daytime (The Enchanted Forest Chronicles)
The Linderwall family was made up entirely of lawyers. Mr. Linderwall ran the Linderwall Law Firm, known as one of the oldest firms in the country, while Mrs. Linderwall worked as the local district attorney. She had trounced Montgomery Sathem in no less than six elections so far, and looked ready to trounce him another six times.
Meanwhile, the Linderwall blood strong in their veins (and the firm encouragement of their parents loud in their ears), the first six of their daughters went to Harvard and Yale as malleable minds and emerged as skilled practitioners of the law. One after another, they went to work at Mr. Linderwall's firm or spread out along the east coast, becoming junior associates at firms that worshiped the Linderwall name.
All in all, life was going rather well, until a snag in the form of their youngest daughter emerged.
"I think I'd rather be a librarian, actually," Cimorene said. "Perhaps an archivist."
Another Bargain (Madelyn Mack/Nero Wolfe crossover)
I figure I would have met Madelyn Mack eventually, when it comes right down to it. Not that our meeting was fate or anything sappy like that, but when you're working for Nero Wolfe, you're bound to run into other detectives from time to time, whether they're horning in on your cases or coming to Wolfe for advice.
Madelyn Mack had been making splashy headlines for a few years when we finally ran into each other. Literally, I admit, because a certain Mike O'Leary, having taken poorly to Wolfe's refusal to take his case, had decided to make his aggravation known by running me over with his car.
Score One for Liquor and Poor Judgment (Big Bang Theory/The Office crossover)
When Raj agreed to try his hand one more time at dating a good Indian girl like his parents wanted, this wasn’t what he had in mind.
Kelly Kapoor, 27, a Customer Service Representative at some paper supply company, hasn’t stopped talking since she sat down. In fact, Raj can’t even tell if she’s taken a breath, which is both fascinating (in that he’s trying to calculate her apparently abnormal lung capacity) and alarming (in that he’s worried she’s going to pass out at any second).
He’d driven two hours for this date, coming from a lecture at the University of Pennsylvania, spurned on by his mother’s insistence. Apparently his mother had found her on a dating site. (Raj was trying hard not to think about his mother surfing dating sites on his behalf, mostly because the fact made him want to die of shame.)
"--so I told Angela to chill, because seriously, just because she's going to wind up a cat lady doesn't mean she has to be cranky all the time." Kelly paused, wrinkling her nose. "Although I guess I'd be cranky too, if I was going to wind up with, like, twenty cats that will probably eat me when I die. But still, she's so rude."
Sons of the Thief, Sons of the Saint (Starsky and Hutch)
Nathan Fitzpatrick’s pale blue eyes were wide and startled-looking, as though he’d honestly thought his killer wouldn’t shoot him. Starsky resisted the itch in his fingers that wanted to try and close the poor kid’s eyes. It would have been a pointless gesture — the body was in rigor, the night janitor having stumbled on it only a half-hour earlier — and besides, the coroner would kill him for even touching the body. He clenched his hands into fists, kept them balled at his sides as he kept on studying the kid.
The Men in Exile Affair (The Man From UNCLE)
Napoleon stared at Mr. Waverly in disbelief, aware that beside him, Illya’s face had emptied of all expression. “Sir, you can’t be serious.”
Their superior’s face was grim. “I don’t like this damned nonsense any more than you do, gentlemen, but it is U.N.C.L.E. policy. You two have been accused of having a….” Waverly paused to gaze upward, either searching for words or appealing to a higher power. “An inappropriate relationship, and until the investigation is finished and the matter resolved, you two won’t be working together.”
Where the Sea is Sharpest (SGA)
Ronon grew up on the outskirts of the capital city, where the wind whispered through the tall golden-green grains in the fields and knocked gently against the window of his bedroom. At night, after his mother had tucked him and his brothers into bed, he would creep to the window and open it, let in the night's scent of nearby greenery and sometimes smoke from a bonfire or someone else's chimney. Most nights he fell asleep to the plaintive cries of the black-winged langris as they called out for love and companionship, the calls following him into his dreams and giving him wings.
When he stood on the balcony of his quarters in the City of the Ancestors, all he could smell and hear was the sea, the taste of salt filling up the back of his throat and making his eyes sting. Back on Sateda, in a city that was only ashes now, he would have had to travel three days in any direction to reach the sea. One of the strangest things about being on Atlantis (out of the many strange and wondrous things) was the fact that the city is itself an island.
Dust You Know By Name (Star Trek: Reboot)
By the time Amanda was thirteen, she had visited every state of the United States of America. By the time she was sixteen, her father's diplomatic work and her mother's Starfleet career had taken them to over a dozen countries on United Earth and twice off-world. Her favorite place was Arizona, with its red dust and endless horizon, the landscape stark and almost bleak, but beautiful all the same. They lived there for three months before her mother was recalled to Paris to work under the Federation president. The labyrinth of streets and enormous population taught Amanda the meaning of claustrophobia, and not even the various splendors of the history-saturated city -- with its Notre Dame de Paris, the Panthéon (where Voltaire, Zola, and Rousseau's bones rested), and the Louvre -- could sway her to love the city as she loved Arizona.
In Arizona, she spent most of her time outside with one of her father's precious books in her lap, her gaze devouring its words and the landscape around her, committing it all to memory. She felt like she was one of those alien flowers that needed only the sun to bloom, soaking up the heat as the sun warmed her neck, shoulders, bare feet. The Arizona sun freckled her unblemished skin and earned scoldings from her father and warnings from her mother about her health.
The Curious Incident of the Ghost in the Daytime (The Enchanted Forest Chronicles)
The Linderwall family was made up entirely of lawyers. Mr. Linderwall ran the Linderwall Law Firm, known as one of the oldest firms in the country, while Mrs. Linderwall worked as the local district attorney. She had trounced Montgomery Sathem in no less than six elections so far, and looked ready to trounce him another six times.
Meanwhile, the Linderwall blood strong in their veins (and the firm encouragement of their parents loud in their ears), the first six of their daughters went to Harvard and Yale as malleable minds and emerged as skilled practitioners of the law. One after another, they went to work at Mr. Linderwall's firm or spread out along the east coast, becoming junior associates at firms that worshiped the Linderwall name.
All in all, life was going rather well, until a snag in the form of their youngest daughter emerged.
"I think I'd rather be a librarian, actually," Cimorene said. "Perhaps an archivist."
Another Bargain (Madelyn Mack/Nero Wolfe crossover)
I figure I would have met Madelyn Mack eventually, when it comes right down to it. Not that our meeting was fate or anything sappy like that, but when you're working for Nero Wolfe, you're bound to run into other detectives from time to time, whether they're horning in on your cases or coming to Wolfe for advice.
Madelyn Mack had been making splashy headlines for a few years when we finally ran into each other. Literally, I admit, because a certain Mike O'Leary, having taken poorly to Wolfe's refusal to take his case, had decided to make his aggravation known by running me over with his car.
Score One for Liquor and Poor Judgment (Big Bang Theory/The Office crossover)
When Raj agreed to try his hand one more time at dating a good Indian girl like his parents wanted, this wasn’t what he had in mind.
Kelly Kapoor, 27, a Customer Service Representative at some paper supply company, hasn’t stopped talking since she sat down. In fact, Raj can’t even tell if she’s taken a breath, which is both fascinating (in that he’s trying to calculate her apparently abnormal lung capacity) and alarming (in that he’s worried she’s going to pass out at any second).
He’d driven two hours for this date, coming from a lecture at the University of Pennsylvania, spurned on by his mother’s insistence. Apparently his mother had found her on a dating site. (Raj was trying hard not to think about his mother surfing dating sites on his behalf, mostly because the fact made him want to die of shame.)
"--so I told Angela to chill, because seriously, just because she's going to wind up a cat lady doesn't mean she has to be cranky all the time." Kelly paused, wrinkling her nose. "Although I guess I'd be cranky too, if I was going to wind up with, like, twenty cats that will probably eat me when I die. But still, she's so rude."
Sons of the Thief, Sons of the Saint (Starsky and Hutch)
Nathan Fitzpatrick’s pale blue eyes were wide and startled-looking, as though he’d honestly thought his killer wouldn’t shoot him. Starsky resisted the itch in his fingers that wanted to try and close the poor kid’s eyes. It would have been a pointless gesture — the body was in rigor, the night janitor having stumbled on it only a half-hour earlier — and besides, the coroner would kill him for even touching the body. He clenched his hands into fists, kept them balled at his sides as he kept on studying the kid.
The Men in Exile Affair (The Man From UNCLE)
Napoleon stared at Mr. Waverly in disbelief, aware that beside him, Illya’s face had emptied of all expression. “Sir, you can’t be serious.”
Their superior’s face was grim. “I don’t like this damned nonsense any more than you do, gentlemen, but it is U.N.C.L.E. policy. You two have been accused of having a….” Waverly paused to gaze upward, either searching for words or appealing to a higher power. “An inappropriate relationship, and until the investigation is finished and the matter resolved, you two won’t be working together.”
