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People on my f-list are saying it's Quote Your Own Fic Day and who am I to argue with the f-list (especially when it's this or outline).



A Woman's Touch
007, Connery era

"Moneypenny, can I see you in here, please?" M called from his office once the elevator doors had closed and Bond had disappeared once again.

"Of course, sir." She replied, efficiently gathering her things and stepping through the doors, closing them behind her.

"I've sent 007 to Russia." M remarked, his attention on the paperwork in front of him.

"Very good, sir." She commented noncomitally.

"You'll be leaving for Moscow in the morning." He looked up, catching her eyes in an implacable gaze. "I have every confidence in your capacity to complete this mission."

"Of course, sir. Thank you, sir." She replied, her eyes never leaving his.

He nodded, satisfied, his attention returning to the papers in his hand. "Q will send up the necessary supplies by the end of the day." A clear dismissal.

She nodded and quietly slipped out of the room. She returned to her desk and turned back to the typing that Bond's entrance had interrupted. She had quite a bit of work to wrap up before she left.

Burn My Sins Away
HP, Ron futurefic

A moment and a whispered command later and a sprinkling of ash floated down through the still air. His wand had broken in Johannesburg, shattered by the strain of adapting to Africa and the chaos of her magic. African magic was alive in a way that Ron had never experienced in his old life and he had been more then happy to lose himself in the ebbs and swirls of this new world. He sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair, kicking up a residue of dust that was never completely banished. He stood and silently slipped back into the crowd, the momentary chaos already forgotten. Yet he couldn’t stop scanning the empty blue sky or make his tired shoulders relax. Everything was too loud, too real, the shriek of a mechanical horn making his breath hitch and the sun still so bright that his eyes hurt just by being open. The world spun and spun and spun around him.

Once and Again
Narnia drabbles

He wishes for Peter's effortless strength or Lucy's joyful faith or even Susan's ignorant peace but he holds on as best he can, certain deep in his heart that Aslan will invite them all home someday.

One Artist to Another
BSG/FF crossover

The phone slammed down and she came completely awake, sitting up with a jerk. “What’s going on?” She asked, her throat still hoarse from the night before.

Saul slammed his locker shut. He shrugged on his uniform shirt and buttoned it with vicious, precise motions. “I have to go to CIC.” He growled. After years of marriage Ellen generally let Saul’s customary morning surliness pass without comment. She’d learned to make him pay in other ways. “Gaeta went and got himself married and now I have to cover his shift.”

“Can’t someone else cover it?” Ellen asked through a yawn. She froze, her hand still raised, as her head began to clear and she recalled last night and the way a certain redhead had nuzzled into a familiar officer’s side as they slipped out of the bar. “It was that redhead.” She muttered to herself in amazement and with more then a little appreciation.

And one from the WIP that I feel really bad that I haven't finished yet.

All Stories End
HP Prequel to 'Burn My Sins Away'

He didn’t notice Ginny disappear in a puff of flame and sulfur. Every muscle in his body went rigid and it felt as if someone had reached into his chest and started to squeeze. His fists clenched and he could vaguely feel the nails digging into his palms. He hadn’t felt this irrationally angry since Fourth Year, not even when he’d killed Draco Malfoy. He wanted to hit something, beat it into a bloody pulp, feel skin pulp and bones break under his fists. The very idea that she had the gall to think she could tell him what Harry wanted ... He snarled and flung the floo powder into the grate with more force then was strictly necessary. His voice was rough as he gritted out the first place he could think of.

He didn’t know whether to laugh or scream or cry when he appeared in some stranger’s fireplace and was met by the sound of crockery shattering by his head.

All of my fic is over at liptonrm_fic.

Well that was a fun way to waste some time.

Comments

[hiyacynth.livejournal.com]

You know what I will never, ever get sick of? Your HP and Narnia stories. Never. Ever. You got Edmund--all of them, but Ed especially--so perfectly. And Ron. RON!!! You know, I read that bit from the WIP, and forgot that Ginny's in the fireplace--for a moment there I forgot how things go, and thought Ron killed her. lol. I nominate that one for finishing over Chrismtas break.

[liptonrm.livejournal.com]

You always have the best comments.

Yeah, you're right, the WIP totally needs to be finished over Christmas break. If I can't finish a section and a half in the 3 weeks (or so) that I have I'll eat my hat. Which hat, I'm not sure but one will be eaten, I assure you.