current wip titles + one sentence from each one because I'm almost finished ASTIAIS and i just have too many ideas and i don't know what to focus on so I just write whatever i'm in the mood for to the point i think I've done some kind of damage to my wrist/elbow/shoulder from sitting in unnatural positions while I type....sooooo here ya go.
Justified: (all Tim whump centered because...duh.)
Buried (potential multi-chapter): He lifts his heavy arms as far as they'll go and his bloodied fingers slide across the rough surface just inches from his face as he realizes where he is and it isn't good.
The Road Forward is Full of Pot Holes (one shot continuation of my Series "Grief isn't Linear"): Two months is a long time to be on leave, but if he doesn't figure out his shit within that time frame, he probably shouldn't be trusted with a gun.
Past is Present (probably 2-3 chapters): Tim doesn't recognize anyone in the room, and the names Art and Raylan don't ring a bell, but they're all staring at him like they're supposed to, so he says in a deeper voice that sounds foreign to him, "I gotta get home, my, uh, dad's gonna worry."
This isn't me Anymore (lengthy multi-chapter): Raylan watches as Tim's uncoordinated fingers struggle to pick up the card from the table and flip it, revealing a cartoon cupcake before he whispers, "cupcake" and studies the remaining 9 cards distributed face down on the table with a determine furrow in his brow that crumples the scar over his right eyebrow.
Quarantine (likely 2 or 3 chapters): Raylan winces when a deep, wet cough claws its way from Tim's throat, knocking the oxygen tube in his nostrils away as his entire body hunches forward before he gags and all Raylan can do is watch as the medical team rushes in.
Over, Under, Upside Down (oneshot team fic): "We could do rock paper scissors?" Tim suggests, but when both senior deputies turn in their seats to look at him in the backseat, he knows he's going out in the rain to investigate the shitty trailer.
Trapped (one shot -- I've been writing this one periodically on Tumblr, but might actually sit with it and develop): Raylan sits with him while they wait for the fire department and talks about something that Tim can't really focus on because his chest is still on fire and he's cold and feels like he's breathing through a straw, but the noise is helping to keep him awake and in the present.
They Say You Can't Go Home (3-5 chapters): Art holds the phone against his chest while he watches through his office window as Tim laughs at something Raylan says and he is dreading the fact that he is going to have to go out there and tell his young deputy that his older brother had been found dead under a bridge in rural Indiana with a needle in his arm.
Undercover (oneshot team fic): Tim runs his fingers through his hair a few times, messing it up so it falls over his forehead before he unbuttons the top three buttons of his dark green dress shirt just as Rachel lets out a sigh, "this is a really bad idea."
For You, I'll Fight (lengthy multi-chapter): "Now, sweet girl, I'd like you to meet Tim," the CYFS agent says to the young girl with the curly blonde hair and big blue eyes attached to her hand as they stop in front of Tim, "he's your dad."
***I may have also started writing a verison of this for Heated Rivalry. See below.
We're Not Gonna Fall (lengthy multi-chapter): "Can't feel m'legs," he breathes and tries to move his knees, his feet, his goddamn toes, but he can't feel anything and he starts to panic, "mom, I can't feel my legs."
Paint my Grey Sky Blue (lengthy multi-chapter): "You hear about Rozanov?" Shane wants to snap at Hayden with who hasn't? because it's been all over the news and Ilya called him last night to tell him, but he holds his tongue, letting Hayden continue, "a secret kid? Man, it's hard enough dealing with them when you know about them, but this whole suprise! you have a four year old that you're now solely responsible for? That's gonna be rough."
