Looking for a place to land

Written for gameofcards.

( Madam Secretary, 1000-ish words )

For the To Do Challenge at gameofcards.

The challenge is to do twenty little things in twenty days. I'd originally planned to write a fic I'd be planning, but so far I'm up to four different starts with no further progress to show for it. I'm not sure twenty beginnings would count for the challenge--although it's certainly a look at my writing process--so I thought I'd mix it up a bit.

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Battle Creek (173 words)

His parents were surprisingly approving when he told them he'd been accepted at Quantico.

"I would have suggested going to law school first," his father said, "but a few year at the FBI won't hurt, especially with so much attention going to anti-terrorism right now."

"There are no guarantees I'll be assigned to work on anti-terrorism cases," Milt pointed out, torn between relief that he wasn't going to have to fight and panic that he was still trapped in the role of the good son.

"With all of your language skills?" his mother said. "I'm sure they can find a spot for you somewhere in the Middle East."

"I'm kind of hoping to spend some time in the U.S.," Milt said. His official reason for applying to the FBI.

"We'll see when the times comes," his father said, smiling easily.

Milt know that smile. Strings would be pulled. Favours would be exchanged. Milt would end up exactly where his parents wanted him.

Not if I have anything to do with it, he vowed.


Battle Creek (127 words)

Milt knows that Russ thinks it's about wanting to be liked. He's wrong, of course, and if he thought about it, he'd know he's wrong. If Milt wanted to be liked, he wouldn't go around claiming Russ's mistakes as his own. But it's an easy narrative for Russ, a motive he both understands and despises, so he doesn't question it further.

Milt doesn't care that much about who likes him. He knows his own value and is confident in his abilities. He's also confident he can charm or otherwise manipulate just about anybody into giving him what he needs, if it comes to that. But that's what a good person is, right? Someone who's cheerful and accommodating? So he does it.

Anyway, it's easier than the alternative.


Stargate (127 words)

It took the SGC almost a month to figure out that something was wrong with Cam. The new version of Cam--or the thing that had taken over--was smart. It knew how to hide, how to bide its time. It had them almost before they knew what was happening.

John was on Atlantis when it staged the coup. He didn't think anything of it when his team got the call to return to Earth for a check-in--it was all the usual people with all the usual protocols. It wasn't until they stepped through the gate and saw the gleaming collars on everyone in the gate room that they realized something was wrong.

By then it was too late.

Written for gameofcards.

( Russ and Milt go on a post-apocalyptic road trip to search for Holly. )

Short fic for gameofcards.

( Being Human US, Intelligence, Saving Hope )

Written for gameofcards for the prompt "feeling guilty about watching the world burn."

Warnings for major character death.

( Gabriel watched. )

A ridiculous ficlet inspired by this, written for gameofcards.

( Giant flying space turkeys )

Quick conspiracy blog almost-fic written for gameofcards.

( Welcome to Truthways )

This is a short AU piece set in the everyone's-from-Pegasus universe I developed for the hardboiled detective AU that I haven't yet gotten around to writing.

Written for gameofcards.

( John and Cam meet )

For gameofcards

( 20 icons )

Written for The Empress challenge at gameofcards.

( The Empress )