Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
SGA Shepfic x 1
Where the hell is he and which way should he go? Which way is safe? He staggers off anyway desperate to keep moving and quieten the noise in his head. Not safe. Run. Hide. Go. Don't go home. Hide.
SG1- Jackfic x 7
The thing about the blindfold was that you never knew from what direction the next blow would fall although sometimes he could sense the warmth of breath or a body close to him.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror and didn’t like what he saw.-the man in the mirror was scared.
“Yes sir. Just peachy. A little dinner and conversation followed by a trip to the local waterworks. Fine- General- just fine,” O’Neill replied squelching his way out of the Gate room handing his vest and weapon to the waiting SF's.
The General felt something else was going on here, the Colonel was wound up like a tightly coiled spring and it was sapping his energy.
Feverish and in pain, he was not a happy camper. He would pick up by morning. He just didn’t know it yet. Janet inspected the wound again, making Jack fling an arm out in response.
“Morning squirt,” he said as he pulled the curtains open with one hand. Charlie just gurgled and butted against his t shirt, one cheek red with teething.
Anyway, so he was about to set off for
Mag 7-Chris Larabee fic x 4
He felt out of balance, teetering on the edge of something unnamed, lurking beyond reach.
Chris’ eyes slid shut, lingering illness tugging his bones, but he nodded once before his breath slowly eased into deep slumber, knowing his friends were there for him.
“You’ve got flour on your nose.” he murmured, trying to halt her nervousness at his leaving, her worry that she wasn’t a perfect cook and one hundred other things he could never guess at
"You don’t know what you're asking me to do- it isn't going to be pretty. They’ll never forgive me for this."
The Sentinel- Jim Ellison fic x 1
“Sandburg, I can hear your brain working. Give it a rest will you.”
Okay so this entailed delving into very old fic on my pooter- as in 4 years old! I would love to finish some of these fics...
- Mood:
cynical
The Listeners by Walter de la Mare
Knocking on the moonlit door;
Borrowed from
( list of shows )
( 100 list )
- Mood:
cheerful
