I was tagged by @justagirl-purplejellosg1 -- thanks friend! I needed this fun break.
rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. tag as many people as you have wips. people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
Stargate SG-1 WIPs:
glitter in their eyes, smoke in their lungs
see, I've come to burn your kingdom down
now to the embers
five times sam and jack fell back into old habits (and one time they didn't)
Arise, Therefore
S/J Kids AU
Jack & Jacob Fic
S/J time stranded fic
Sam quantum leaps through ARs
dream bad!fic prompts
EDITED TO ADD: I just remembered I forgot one! It's still on my typewriter and not in my docs: S/J Sam D.C. transfer AU
Arrow WIPs:
Say Nothing of My Fable
we are the origins of war
spooky action at a distance
boring married sex
we were only strangers
the law of increasing entropy
The Long Somewhere
Caught a Long Wind
**#**arrow fic **#**fic prompt responses **#**fic by macha **#**arrow x the olympics **#**no but seriously who's writing the oliver x felicity olympics au? **#**the archer falls in love with the fencer? **#**is she a rhythmic gymnast leading to all sorts of dirty jokes when they meet in the trainer's room before she hauls off and punches him? **#**WON'T SOMEBODY WRITE FIC ABOUT THE MASSIVE CONDOM SUPPLY IN ATHLETE'S VILLAGE? **#**and you know felicity and oliver putting a dent in it? #(or putting a dent in the wall?) #(I'M NOT PICKY) (yes, this really is the title)
I promised to post some bits of the sequel to a goddamn blaze in the dark, tentatively titled glitter in their eyes, smoke in their lungs, if there was interest, and there was! Thanks @elena1701a!
Keep in mind that this is very much a WIP and that anything in it can change (including the title!), but I hope you enjoy!
These scenes take place a little bit after the first one I posted, while Sam and Catherine and SG-1 are suiting up for their mission to try to find Earnest Littlefield.
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It's surprisingly easy for Sam to get ready. They keep a range of uniforms on base, and she already wears standard-issue boots as a rule — she's learned from experience to be prepared for all eventualities.
In fact, it feels right in a way that Sam hadn't expected, and if she's being honest with herself, hasn't felt in years. She makes do with her suits, turns them into her own personal uniform, but it's not the same as putting on the clothes that mark you as part of something, aligned with the troops around you. She's missed it.
So despite her nerves, she feels strangely normal, at least until she's standing in front of the mirror trying to figure out what to do with her hair.
It's the one area where she wasn't prepared. Her standard chignon won't hold up through gate travel, and she doesn't have enough hair ties to do a basic training bun that'll stay secured off-world. It almost makes her long for the short boy cut she'd gone for when she deployed the last time.
Almost, but not really.
Catherine must notice her hair-related turmoil, because she comes over once she's dressed. “Would you like me to french braid it for you? It'll only take a few minutes.”
Sam gives her a relieved, rueful smile. “Please. And thank you,” she says and sits on the bench.
True to her word, Catherine makes quick work of it. She tucks the long tail up under the braid of Sam's hair, and Sam uses the hairpins from her chignon to secure it.
She checks the mirror again, and it looks pretty slicked down now, but Sam hopes the military contingent of her team will forgive any flyaways that appear, because she doesn't have any hair gel or hairspray to make sure they don't.
She knows she should get going, but she's caught for a minute staring at her own reflection. She has to fight through the sudden feeling of surreality.
Catherine steps up beside her. “Feels strange, doesn't it? Looking at the past from where we are now.”
Sam's heart squeezes in sympathy. “We'll find him.”
“I think that's what I'm afraid of,” Catherine says quietly.
Sam nods sadly, then puts her arm around her friend and leads her out of the locker room.
~*~
“Poor Catherine,” Daniel says as he checks his backpack. “I can't imagine what she's feeling right now.”
Jack pulls his own pack and vest out to check their supplies. “Oh, you probably can. A little excited, a little pissed off. Plenty stubborn.”
“You've got a point,” Daniel replies. He pulls out a notebook, shuffles through the pages, replaces it. “Speaking of, I thought Doctor Carter would be more excited about going through the Stargate, considering the technology is her specialty. General Hammond had to practically order her to join us.”
“It is a wise scholar who understands their own limitations,” Teal'c offers. He's already dressed and ready to go, as he usually is. He seems to like waiting for them and going out as a team.
Kawalsky looks up from lacing up his boots. “You don’t think she's up for it?”
“She appears very capable. However, she may not feel so.”
Kawalsky hums. “But then what was up with all the we don't leave our people behind stuff? That got weird.”
“She and Catherine seem like they're close. Maybe she was just being a good friend,” Daniel says, then frowns. “Although didn't you say she was a veteran?” he asks Jack. “I wonder if she knew someone who was missing in action or something.”
“It's really none of our business, Daniel,” Jack says, trying to get him off the subject or he might do something stupid like ask Sam about it the next time he sees her.
“She'd probably tell you,” Kawalsky tells Jack suggestively.
Jack swears internally when Daniel throws Kawalsky a questioning look. “Why do you say that?”
“They have a thing,” Kawalsky says, grinning.
“Really?” Daniel says, turning all the way around. “Since when?”
“Since Janet's party. You didn't notice?”
“No, I didn't,” Daniel replies, smiling a little. And then to Jack, “Boy do you have a type.”
Jack zips his tactical vest up testily, having had enough of this conversation. He leans down to tuck his laces into his boots, talking to the floor. “I don't have a type because there is nothing going on with me and Doctor Carter. It was a one-time thing and it's over, end of story.”
“Sure,” Kawalsky says. “That's why you looked like you wanted to shoot Mitchell when he got handsy with her in the hallway.”
That's not why he'd wanted to shoot Mitchell. It was because, for a second after she'd seen Mitchell passing her, she'd grabbed his arm like he was the only thing keeping her tethered in the corridor. She hadn't just looked surprised, she'd looked lost.
And fine, she'd hugged him back and seemed happy to see the guy, but something about her was off. Maybe they were just old friends, but he can't convince himself that all the memories they shared were good.
But he'll be damned if he tells Kawalsky or anyone else that. “Kawalsky,” he snaps.
Kawalsky just shrugs, years of serving with Jack making him immune to his growling. “Then you won't mind if I ask her out. I'm sure I could get her to open up.”
That hits home, not because Jack is threatened or jealous or anything so immature, but because he knows Kawalsky would have the exact same chance at a relationship with Sam as he himself does. Which is to say, no chance.
“Do what you want, I don't care. Let's go,” he says, grabbing his gear and leaving the locker room.
He doesn't see the look Daniel and Kawalsky share as he goes.
I promised to post some bits of the sequel to a goddamn blaze in the dark, tentatively titled glitter in their eyes, smoke in their lungs, if there was interest, and there was! Thanks @elena1701a!
Keep in mind that this is very much a WIP and that anything in it can change (including the title!), but I hope you enjoy!
This scene is from early in the fic, in which we're introduced to a certain important character from Sam's past. (find the second one here)
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“Colonel,” Sam says as she falls in line with SG-1 as they walk down the corridor from the armory to the gate room.
“Doctor Carter,” Jack replies, in that tone she's come to recognize as that unique blend of part-respect, part-irreverence.
She lengthens her stride to catch up with him. “I wanted to let you know that we just detected long amplitude waves on PJ2-445,” and then, at his sidelong look, explains, “sound waves we can’t hear. Apparently they’re pretty irritating and can have some unpleasant side effects for humans, so I’ve recommended to General Hammond that you limit your time on the planet to no more than a couple of hours at a time.”
“What kind of side effects are we talking?” Kawalsky asks.
“Headaches, nausea, extreme irritability,” Sam rattles off, remembering her notes.
“No, thank you,” Jack says. “Nice catch.”
She shakes her head, smiling a little. “I can’t take credit. One of our botanists caught it while he was working with Dr. Rothman to study the relationship between local fauna and the inhabitants of the planet.”
She's still giving her mini-brief when SG-2 appears at the end of the corridor, and SG-1 instinctively moves to the right to let them pass, so she's not paying much attention when first Feretti passes her and Jack and then Casey and Warren.
“It might be a symbiotic relationship, so make sure you don’t damage any plants you come across while–” Maybe it’s because she's still so focused on getting SG-1 up to speed that the man who passes her next is so unexpected and startling.
She's grabbed Jack's arm instinctively, needing some kind of connection as she slows and tries to process who she's just seen, and she can feel him tense under her hand in reaction.
The team's stopped with her, and she's just turning to check whether the man is actually there when arms sweep her up and off her feet and twirl her around.
And it's him — only Cameron Mitchell has the ability to both surprise her and put her at ease all at the same time. It's a split second before she reacts, and then she's hugging him back and returning his laughter, albeit much more reservedly.
“I'll be damned,” Cam says as he sets her back on her feet and holds her at arm's length so he can give her a once over. “Sam. Why the hell didn't I know you were here?”
“Hi Cam,” she replies warmly, not answering his question. She's glad to see him, but she feels exposed in front of at least two SG teams who are their audience in the corridor. She steps back and closes her lab coat, feeling even more deeply Cam's knowing and somewhat exasperated gaze.
The air shifts, and suddenly Jack's at her side. She can't quite figure out the look on his face, but his appearance feels almost like that day at his house when he'd stepped between her and Kawalsky because she was uncomfortable. Almost like backup.
“Captain,” he says, a note of question and command in his voice.
Cam straightens up slightly, looking between her and Jack. “Sir. Apologies for stealing your scientist. Sam and I are,” he must catch her look of warning because he course corrects smoothly, “old friends, sir. It's a surprise to see her, that's all.”
There's a beat of silence during which she can tell Jack is measuring whether or not he wants to pursue this, and the moment when he comes down on the side against it. “Yes, well. If you're finished?”
Cam is watching her very closely now, and she knows there's a lot he's seeing here that she's going to wish he didn't.
“Yes, sir,” he says, moving back and away with his team.
“I'll catch up with you later,” she says belatedly. Her face feels weirdly hot and cold, and she takes a moment before she turns to face Jack.
SG-1 is surely late for their mission now, but Jack doesn't move, and so neither does the rest of his team. “Are you okay?”
Damn the man's quiet concern, and damn Cam's sweet but disruptive enthusiasm. This is exactly the kind of question-generating attention she's been trying to avoid.
So she puts on a bright smile. “Of course. It was just a surprise.”
Which Cam already said. Cursing her own awkwardness, she puts her hands in the pockets of her lab coat and walks backwards a few feet to put distance between her and the four men standing there staring at her. “I'm sorry to have delayed you. Do you have any other questions about PJ2-445?”
“No,” Jack says, and it's obvious he's not buying the confidence she's trying to sell.
She knows better than to ask Doctor Jackson that question, although in any other circumstance she would have. He always has questions, and she has no desire to prolong this scene.
“I'll let you get to it, then,” she says, then turns away and heads back towards the elevator and her lab.
your wips all sound interesting but “S/J time stranded fic” has me intrigued👀
Hahaha, I knew that one was going to get interest, and I feel a little bad because I'm worried it's not as intriguing as people expect. XD
So this one started in my head with just Sam getting injured and subsequently stranded on a fairly advanced friendly planet during a firefight with jaffa, who we find out later are interested in some kind of device hidden further up in the mountains of this planet. The device turns out to be a time travel device like the one in Window of Opportunity, but it doesn't work either; only this one creates a "bubble" around the planet's solar system and speeds up everything within the bubble relative to the outside.
In my head!fic, I was answering the question of what it would take for Sam to give up on a rescue from Jack and SG-1 and move on with someone on the planet (and then what happens when Jack and SG-1 find her and for them only weeks have passed?).
But then it morphed into: What if Jack is the one who got injured and Sam stayed behind to try to help him, and then they're both stuck on this planet where years pass for them and mere weeks for SG-1? What do they do? And when the rest of SG-1 and Jacob show up in a Tokra ship, do Sam and Jack choose to go back to Earth or stay?
I mean, other stuff happens obviously, LOL, but I'll talk about that in the other ask I got about this story!
The first three WIP titles sound really interesting, and possibly connected to your Who By Fire series, but I’m most intrigued by the S/J stranded in time WIP 😊
For the first three WIP titles: fantastic guess! You are correct; those are the Who by Fire series stories (the first of which being a goddamn blaze in the dark).
I've got so much in my head for this universe that I really needed to work on them all at once. Obviously, Glitter In Their Eyes has the most written. I think it's at about 47,000 words at the moment, which I used to think was 2/3rds finished, but now realize, to my consternation, that it's probably not even halfway done. Too bad I'm the world's slowest writer. *lolsob*
I'd love to post some scenes/snippets from that WIP if there's interest.
For the S/J stranded in time WIP, I wrote in the first ask about this one that I feel a little bad because I'm worried the title is a little misleading. Basically, Jack gets wounded in a firefight with jaffa over a time travel device ala Window of Opportunity but on a different planet, Sam stays behind to help him, and they both get stuck in a time dilation bubble on the planet in which years pass on the inside but only weeks on the outside.
The story is set in season 3 post-Edora, so there are feelings between Jack and Sam that they haven't acknowledged (possibly even to themselves). Jack is pissed that Sam stayed behind despite him ordering her not to, and it takes them a while to get past that (but when they do, they do so spectacularly).
The conflict in my mind is that they're together (and build a family) for what is essentially years when Teal'c, Daniel, and Janet finally show up with Jacob in a Tok'ra ship. To them, it's only been about three weeks, and they're there to treat Jack and rescue them back to Earth, which is obviously not what they find. What is the right thing to do when your friends have spent more time together on another planet than they did on Earth?
Anyway, this fic -- as is all my fic these days, it seems -- is VERY self-indulgent for reasons you'll see when it's finally done. Which will hopefully be some time in the next decade.
Oh, can I ask for some info on the Jack and Jacob fic, please? ❤️
I adore that you and @starrybouquet asked about this one and almost in the exact same way. XD (Don't worry, Starry, I'll answer your ask too!)
So this WIP title is also pretty misleading! It definitely starts (and will end) with Jack and Jacob, but it's still very much a Sam/Jack story.
It's set immediately after SG-1 and Jacob leave Elliot and Lantash to be found by the jaffa in Last Stand, while they're still hiding in the hills basically waiting for everyone to die. Jacob forces a conversation with Jack about him and Sam, essentially telling Jack to decide what he wants.
This one came about because, by the time we get to Last Stand, so much awful shit has happened to Sam in such quick succession, and I get that the show didn't really do fallout, but I think anybody -- especially someone like Sam, who doesn't have an off-switch she'd flip for herself -- would just be worn the fuck out. And I have a hard time believing that a father -- even a military hardass like Jacob (or maybe *especially* someone like Jacob, given how his wife died) -- wouldn't notice that.
I also realized that my thoughts about how Jacob would react to finding out about Jack and Sam's feelings had changed pretty drastically as I've gotten older and had kids myself, and I wanted to see how that might play out in a fic.
