Mentally Crazyfied!

The Challenge P2

Thu, 13 Aug 2009 18:27:12 GMT

Not only is Hannah trying to smash through my writers block, she’s putting me outside my comfort zone as well - evil, evil woman, lol - by making me write for fandoms I haven’t touched before, and characters I don‘t even like all that much (Sara). Am I nervous? Hell yes! Anyway, my first ever CSI Vegas fic. Bring on the flames!!! Lol! (Be gentle, I’m fragile :p)

I realise that one part of this (you'll know which part I mean) may seem slightly unbelievable, but I'm the author damn it and stranger things have happened, lol. Call it creative license :p

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Title: Act of Kindness
Fandom: CSI Vegas
Rating: k+
Genre: Friendship, general (?).

Summary: A little scene between the two leading ladies of the show. It would have been nice to see a bit more friendship building between them.

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The Challenge:

Use the following:

Words: pole, halo, stalker, explosion, generate.

Characters: Catherine Willows, Sara Sidle

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Catherine hastily walked passed the main staff room, her expression weary and beyond exhausted. It was one hell of a case; murder and an explosion all rolled into one, and it seemed to be getting larger the further she went into it. It didn’t help that the media were all over it as well - all they did was generate more buzz and make her job a hell of a lot harder.

Spying the locker rooms ahead, she picked up her pace giving a small smile to Warrick as he looked up from the game he was playing with Nick; Halo or something like that. She shook her head slightly, still thinking putting a console in there was a bad idea, and envying the fact that they had an easy, simple stalker case to deal with.

Not that she would trade with them at all. She loved puzzles, and as far as she was concerned this was a big one, one that she couldn’t give up even if her eyes were starting to droop and her vision became blurred from lack of sleep. She just wished she had a bit more energy to deal with it.

Walking through the door, she quickly made her way to one of the benches and sank down onto it, giving out a sigh of relief. All she needed was a moment of peace, then she could get on with her job and hopefully not miss too much time with Lindsay.

The door swung open.

“Oh…hey,” Sara greeted, walking towards her own locker and opening it. When Catherine didn’t respond she glanced over her shoulder and finally took in her wiped-out appearance. “One hell of a case huh.”

“Oh yeah,” Catherine agreed, watching as Sara came and sat next to her.

“Where’s Grissom?” the younger woman questioned, no doubt knowing that they were working together on the case. Catherine stood up, stretched her back and went to her locker.

“Oh, you know Grissom, he found a lead and followed it…” Catherine began.

“…and left you to deal with the press,” Sara finished for her. The two woman shared an exasperated smile at their bosses behaviour.

“You got it,” Catherine laughed with a shake of her head before she started riffling through her locker. Sara stood and went back over to hers.

“How’d your case go?” Catherine asked, breaking the silence that had befallen the locker room.

“Good…cracked it an hour ago. Turns out the murder weapon was a pole.” Catherine froze and craned her neck to meet the other woman’s gaze.

“As in the actual…” she gestured helplessly with her hands, remembering full well that Sara’s murder case happened in a strip club.

“Oh yeah…they’d pulled it out somehow, used it to kill the victim and then stuck it back up.”

“Wow…” Catherine muttered. It was kind of amazing how she could still be surprised by stuff after all the years she had spent in the business. Sara opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by Catherine’s cell.

Catherine answered immediately, “Hello…hi baby. Oh that’s great sweetheart. No…I don’t know if I can make it home tonight. I’ll try and be there in the morning though, before you go to school…Yes I know I said that yesterday, but Mom‘s been really busy… Night Lindsay.”

Catherine sighed and rubbed at her forehead, staring sadly at her cell before placing it back in her pocket.

“Well…I suppose I better get back to work,” she stated pointlessly as she turned to head towards the door.

“Catherine wait,” Sara called out, taking a step towards the other woman. Catherine stopped and looked back at her. “Look, my case is over now. I could help out on yours, let you go home and get some rest.”

“Thanks for offering, but it’s fine,” Catherine replied stubbornly.

“You’ve already pulled a double, your exhausted.” Sara added, being just as stubborn. “Let me help, I promise as soon as anything interesting happens I’ll let you know.”

“Look I really appreciate it, but…” Catherine tried, but was cut off.

“I could always phone Grissom,” Sara threatened, giving her a wide eyed innocent look. “You know he’ll agree.”

Catherine glared in annoyance, before her mouth twitched slightly. “Well played.”

“I try,” Sara replied with a shrug, turning back to her own locker and closing it.

Catherine marched back to her locker and grabbed everything she needed. She was halfway out of the door, but froze and turned back.

“Thanks Sara,” she stated, moving further out into the corridor. “I owe you one.”

“No problem.”

Catherine smiled and headed home.

Popcorn and Movies

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 16:53:12 GMT

So, today I've actually written 2 and a half fics (CSI, Voyager, BSG) so I've been remarkably productive. Maybe my muse has come back afterall - I live in hope.

I've got some popcorn, some movies and some pop to make my way through now - yay! Hopefully, they'll be good.

Movies = Mirrors and Mad Money.

xxx

The Challenge P1

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 18:42:22 GMT

In a bid to beat the writers block out of me, Hannah554 (with encouragement from me) has challenged me with prompts. To make it fair I’m giving her prompts too - not that she needs them - so it should be interesting, random and hopefully…productive. We shall see.

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Title: Purple Fruits
Fandom: SGA
Rating: k+
Pairing: Sparky
Genre: Humour, romance (random crazyness?)

Summary: People should really watch what they eat.

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The Challenge

Use the following:
Words: sun, dark, purple, table, window.
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.

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Rodney blinked groggily at the table, his eyes widening with shock, outrage and a whole load of other emotions when the top of it formed a face and blinked back. Startled, he sprung back into the chair and toppled it, landing on the floor in a heap then scrambling as far away from the piece of furniture as possible.

“That isn’t possible,” he muttered convincingly, glaring at the offending object again. It was a round, regular looking, wooden table; chairs rested comfortably around it, some occupied, some not. Nothing remotely special about it, yet, it was smiling at him and the purple fruits that were spread across the surface were dancing.

A pixie wannabe, alien local stared at him worriedly.

Who were they again? His mind tried to supply the answer, but for once in his life, his brain didn’t want to work.

“This must be what Sheppard feels like all the time,” he groused as he shakily slid up the wall that he had leant on sometime after his scramble away from the table.

“Doctor McKay,” a shy voice said from his right. “Are you alright?”

“What?” he asked, bracing himself against the wall and tearing his eyes away from the table top. Was the purple fruit like food supposed to dance like that? No, his mind supplied helpfully, it dances like this. The fruit sprouted legs and started dancing like Ronon did whenever he drank too much Athosian ale.

“You did this too me, didn’t you,” he snapped at the elf-like woman. She held her hands up in a placating gesture, a look of concern on her face. For some reason he copied her movements and noticed for the first time that his hands were covered in an icky, disgusting looking, purple goo. He desperately tried to wipe the sticky substance off his hands and onto his trousers.

“Master Brovine,” the alien girl called out, glancing over to the head of the table. A tall man, who carried an air of command about him, approached the girl and Rodney, his wise eyes taking in the situation. He stepped back when Rodney grabbed a hold of his long jacket and used it as a cloth.

“Oh my,” he exclaimed in surprise. “Did the others consume the Jarboa, Liana?”

“I believe they both did,” Liana informed him before her face turned curious. “They can’t all be the chosen, can they?”

“They are from the city of the Ancestors. We should find them,” Brovine stated, turning round to face the group of onlookers who were staring at McKay with a mix of horror, fascination, sympathy and amusement. “Form a search party and look for the missing Atlantian’s.”

“Wait a minute,” Rodney protested, finger pointing at Brovine as he swayed precariously towards Liana. The alien girl quickly stepped forward and held the scientist up. “I…who are you?” McKay questioned, trying to glare the alien leader down. “And why is the table winking at that window?”

Brovine and Liana shared a look before the girl nodded once and stepped forward. Brovine headed out with one of the search parties.

“Doctor McKay,” Liana soothed. “We are the Drovai people and you are visiting are homeworld, for trade. The fruit you have ingested….

Rodney chose that moment to promptly pass out.

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“It’s a beautiful world,” Elizabeth stated wistfully, her fingers gently tracing some of the more exotic plant life that lined the pathways through the Drovai woodland. Pinks, lilacs, blues and every over colour made up a variety of flowers and leaves that naturally overran the area. Katie Brown was going to have a field day when she brought her team over to collect some samples.

John was strolling beside her, hands in pockets. He seemed slightly more relaxed than usual, considering they were on an alien world, walking alone through the woods. He was normally more protective than that but she put it down to the fact that the Drovai were incredibly friendly, surprisingly honest and that a mutual trust had broken out between their people.

For a few weeks now teams from Atlantis had been travelling to this world, but it was the first time Elizabeth had been able to meet the people and see the planet, just to seal the deal - as John put it. It was nice to have an ally and friend rather than an enemy. It was a refreshing change.

“Not as beautiful as you,” John murmured. Elizabeth stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide and disbelieving as John wandered further along the path.

“What?” Elizabeth breathed, catching herself and speeding up. John barely noticed as he smirked lazily and glanced at the sky.

“Hey, where’d the sun go?” He complained, looking like a baffled child who had lost his crayons. “Why’s it dark?”

“John…” Elizabeth uttered slowly, drawing out his name. “It’s evening, of course it’s dark.”
“Oh yeah,” he drawled with a nod, “I forgot.” He twisted round to face her and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. Her hand instantly came up and repeated his motion, more than a little concerned, not to mention confused.

“John, are you alright. This isn’t…”

“Never been better, Lizabeth,” he assured her with his classic flyboy grin, placing his arm around her shoulder to make her start walking again. He didn’t move it, and although it felt comfortable Elizabeth’s worry increased tenfold.

“I don’t think you are,” she told him, quickly moving out from under his arm and grabbing his shoulders. She met his eyes and noticed his dilated pupils and slightly flushed expression. “John, I think you’ve been drugged.”

“You worry way too much ya know, I’m fine,” he shrugged, licking his lips as he looked her up and down. Breaking out of her hold, he took her hands, interlacing their fingers and pulling her closer.

“John, this isn’t like you,” Elizabeth protested trying to break free. “We should get you back to Atlantis. Another thought struck her, “Rodney, we have to go check on Rodney.”

“Come on Lizabeth, of course I’m me. I can’t be anyone else.” He looked so confused she softened her look.

“I know you’re you, but you don’t normally act like this John. Come on, we have to…”

“I always think you’re beautiful, and I always want to kiss you,” he argued. Elizabeth was so shocked she froze for a moment and John took his advantage. Drawing her closer, he quickly, assertively placed his lips on hers.

Elizabeth squeaked and pushed him away.

“John…”

Rustling coming from further down the path drew her attention. She noticed a small glowing light getting larger as whoever was holding it approached. John pushed her behind him.

“Who’s there?” the Colonel practically growled.

“Colonel Sheppard, Doctor Weir…” Elizabeth recognized the voice of Master Brovine and quickly laid a hand on John’s arm, stepping around him to face the leader of the Dorvai people. John pouted but waved at the alien man. “I must apologize for intruding on your walk, but there is a situation you must be made aware of.”

The alien leader noticed Sheppard’s changed demeanour and sighed, “I see you may already be aware.”

“What’s going on?” Elizabeth questioned as she scanned the rest of the search group, looking for McKay. She slapped at John‘s hands as he tried to rest them on her hips. “And where’s Doctor McKay?”

“I’m afraid that he ingested a large amount of the Jarboa fruits we had on display and has lost consciousness,” he noticed Elizabeth’s alarmed response and quickly clarified,” It is a harmless substance, and normally does not affect people in this way. However for a certain few, it acts like a inebriant. Colonel Sheppard appears to be suffering the affects also.”

Elizabeth remembered admonishing Rodney for eating so many of the fruits before she left to explore the village, and John snatching up two for the both of them. She didn’t really like the bitter taste but John said his tasted sweet. It clicked - the ancient gene.

“If we had known it would affect them we would never have offered them, as I said only a certain few are ever affected, and it has been many years since they have affected one of my people or visitors. I apologize.”

“You couldn’t have known Brovine,” Elizabeth reassued, grabbing onto John to stop him falling, face first, to the ground. “However, I should contact out Doctor to make sure everything is ok.”

Two of Brovine’s men stepped forward, each of them taking one of John’s arms and leading him, protesting, back towards the village.

“We will escort you back to the village, and I will personally escort you to the gate.”

“Thank you.”

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Two days, and several of Carson’s amused comments later McKay and Sheppard were finally almost recovered from the after effects of the fruit, though Carson still wanted to keep them in, just in case. Lorne’s team had come through the gate to carry the two inebriated men back to Atlantis, much to everyone’s amusement. Elizabeth had followed them back leaving Ronon and Teyla on the planet to reassure the Dorvia people that their friendship was still intact.

Carson ran some tests on the fruit and totally agreed with Elizabeth’s assumption. The ancient gene did react differently with the fruit - Elizabeth really doubted that Rodney and John would look at the colour purple the same way again. She actually doubted she could look at John the same way again, which was why she hesitated before she entered the infirmary.

“I think I’m dying,” Rodney moaned, his whine carrying across the room and causing Elizabeth to roll her eyes.

“You will be dying if you don’t shut up,” John threatened, “I’m sure I can get someone to bring me a lemon.”

“Oh, ha ha…you’re just upset because you were drooling all over Elizabeth. It’s not my fault you can’t control yourself.”

“Rodney…” John groaned, dropping his head to his hands. “At least I didn‘t dance on top of a table, singing something about dancing fruit.”

“That never happened, you’re making it up!”

Elizabeth decided to stop the bickering before it went any further. Clearing her throat loudly she stepped fully into view. John instantly flushed, groaned and threw his head back onto the pillow whilst Rodney looked smug and amused.

“How are you both feeling?”

“Oh, just great,” John drawled.

“Yeah, I’m very busy you know. Zelenka has probably made a mess of everything whilst I was…” he searched for the right words.

“Under the influence?” Elizabeth offered helpfully.

“Yes…” McKay muttered before looking at her beseechingly. “Did I really dance on a table and…” he gestured wildly, “everything.”

“I’m afraid so…Ronon had to drag you down,” Elizabeth told him, hiding a smile at the memory. John laughed openly, teasing the mortified scientist. Elizabeth’s raised eyebrows and narrowed eyes stopped him though.

John rubbed the back of his neck nervously, “Hi,” he offered with a shrug.

“Erm…” Rodney stated uncomfortably. “I’m going to leave you two to…you know…talk and things.” He said awkwardly before scuttling off into Carson’s office.

“So…” John drawled, clearly trying to hide his embarrassment.

“So…” Elizabeth sat herself on the corner of his bed, arms folded as she met his eyes. Her lips twitched. “You think I’m beautiful.”

“Well…I…yeah.”

“And you want to kiss me all the time?” John heard the smile in her voice and perked up, a smirk forming as he sat up straighter.

“Yep,” he stated more confidently.

“Well that’s certainly very interesting,” she teased, moving so that her arm rested on the other side of the bed and she faced him.

“Oh really, and why is that?”

“Because I always want to kiss you too,” she told him, smiling widely. John’s grin matched hers.

“Well by all means don‘t let me stop you.”

She didn’t.

Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, Rodney McKay.

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sun, dark, purple, table, window.

I'm back! Whoop, whoop! Not that anyone probably cares, lol!

Sun, 09 Aug 2009 18:29:23 GMT

So I've been very AWOL lately and a tiny, little deleting fairy came along in my absence and deleted everything I ever put on my journal...ok, so it was me. I know I shouldn't blame everything on the fairies but it's just so damn fun watching them get mad, hehe! Yes, I am insane.

Anyway...so my new 'thing' is going to be trying to get addicted to livejournal. 'Try' is the important word in that previous sentence, because I am very easily distracted and tend to forget about things. Tut tut to me. Another mission of mine is trying to smash through the horrible writers block that has settled over my life. I've enlisted my very good friend (and evil, evil woman) Hannah554 to help me.

Starting from today - or was it yesterday - she is going to be issuing me with challenges. She gets to choose out of 6 fandoms (SGA/SG1, Voyager, BSG, CSI Vegas and Firefly) and she basically gives me 5 words I have to include in the fic and picks out which characters I have to write for. She can also give me random pairings as long as I like them, or don't hate them. After she has given me the prompt thingy I have a week to complete it.

(Eeeeek, a deadline, nooooooooo! *facepalm*)

She is already enjoying it waaaaay too much. Like I said; evil, evil woman! Luckily, I get to do the same for her...mwahahahaha!

So expect lots of randomness hense forth.

I honestly can't believe I said 'hense forth', lol!

On with the fiction! *zooms off*