Meme time

Jun. 6th, 2016 08:01 pm
[personal profile] lit_gal
I want to do some quick/mindless writing before I have to go back into the pits of editing. So it's MEME TIME

Tell me a story I haven’t written, and I will give you 1-3 sentences from or about it. Or, a paragraph or six or eight ;) Yep, this is your chance to try and poke my muse into writing what you want.

My fandoms are Sentinel, NCIS, Buffy, SG1 (earlier years), Firefly, Criminal Minds, Stargate Atlantis, Supernatural, Mag 7, Orphan Black

Date: 2016-06-07 03:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slvrbld747.livejournal.com
Fate takes a hand, or maybe the earth herself when Sam comes down with really odd symptoms while at college, and Dr. Blair Sandburg who keeps his hand in, has a network who recognize Sentinels. Meanwhile Deans little brother has gone missing, and suddenly people are loud and heaving their feelings at him. He doesn't have time for everyone else's feelings when Sam is not where he is supposed to be...

:D

I can always add another one. Hope this helps.
-SB

Date: 2016-06-07 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaleecat.livejournal.com
Daniel doesn't care what Jack or the IOA or
Weir wants. He wants Atlantis and he damn well deserves it. Or the one where Daniel is fed up with Jack's wishy-washy big gay denial and how it somehow means that Daniel has to get again give up on his dreams. With the support of his Antarctic friends, even Rodney, and the secret support of George Hammond Daniel sets out to prove that the expedition needs someone in charge who actually has experience in the field and with alien cultures.

(Otherwise know as the fic Kalee wishes she could write but knows she probably never will so she wants someone else to write even a little bit of it. Because I think that the Atlantis expedition would have been so different and interesting from day one w Daniel - scientist, scholar, sort of soldier - in charge. Bonus would be Jack getting a clue).

Date: 2016-06-08 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lit-gal.livejournal.com
Daniel waited until the others left before he started on what he was calling “Operation Stop Getting Stepped On” and the chief stepper was going to be the biggest obstacle. “Did you read my email?”

“I’m ignoring it.” Jack organized his papers into a number of file folders.

“Jack, think about this logically.”

“Daniel.” Jack’s tone promised pain if Daniel didn’t drop the subject. He threw in a glare for good measure before he dropped his paperwork into his briefcase.

Daniel planted himself in front of Jack before he could leave. “Plenty of civilian leaders have military experience. What about John Sims or Robert Vincent?”

“Viscount Sims? Do you have any idea of how damn old he is? And I’m pretty sure Richard Vincent is older. Either would have been a great choice twenty years ago, but do you really think either is ready to lead an expedition to another galaxy?”

“Fine. What about—”

Jack made a loud inarticulate noise before holding up a finger to stop Daniel. “If a Russian name comes out of your mouth, I’m dropping you off a cliff and I might forget to pack the parachute.”

When Daniel spoke, he had to rein in his temper. “Richard Harkens.”

“He’s retired military.”

“He retired twenty years ago. If the President wants a civilian leader, he qualifies, and he has the military experience to handle leading an expedition in hostile territory.”

Jack put his briefcase on the table and considered Daniel for some time before saying, “That’s why I’m sending Marshall Sumner.”

“But he’s not in charge. It would be like putting me in charge of that first Abydos mission.”

Jack snorted. “The way I remember it, you acted like you were.”

“Jack!”

Jack threw up his hands. “What do you want, Daniel? Why are you so against Elizabeth Weir? I thought you liked her.”

“I do. I think she’s an amazing woman when she’s here on Earth with other strong personalities to argue with her. Is Sumner going to argue or follow her orders?”

“Are you questioning the abilities of one of my officers?” Jack’s tone had taken on a decidedly chilly edge.

“His ability to think independently? Yes. And if something happens to Sumner, you have Sheppard next in command. You don’t know much about him.”

“I know he won’t take orders blindly. That’s actually one of my favorite things about him.” Jack gave Daniel one of his grins, one designed to make him look goofy and harmless. It was the one he usually used right before shooting someone.

Now Daniel knew he was lying. Jack hated people who didn’t jump the second he told them to, but it meant that he was worried about the Sumner and Weir leadership duo, and if he had concerns, Daniel had a chance. “I’m just saying that you should make sure Weir is going to listen to the military before you send them.”

“She’ll make all the right noises whether she plans to play nice or not, and she’s the President’s favorite.” Jack frowned and the lines deepened on his face. He was truly worried about this.

Date: 2016-06-08 12:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lit-gal.livejournal.com
Now Daniel just had to sound like he was on Jack’s side. And if Jack bought that after vetoing Daniel’s inclusion with the translation or archeological staff, then he deserved to get played. “Suggest that Sumner and Weir do a few war game simulations. You know what sort of situations we’ve run into,” Daniel said.

“And so does she.” Jack leaned against the edge of the table. “She’s read all the mission reports, so we aren’t going to catch her out.”

“Really? What if there is a hostile civilization based in the ocean like Nem? What if there are flying predators or what if they run into werewolves or vampires or zombies?”

“Zombies?” Jack’s disdain dripped from his words.

Daniel crossed his arms. “All mythology has a basis in fact, and even if one discounts the possibility of tetradotoxin in voodoo powders being used to corrode a person’s free will as Wade Davis suggests, you still can’t ignore the damage done to the brain by diseases such as sleeping sickness and rabies. These cause zombie-like behavior. And then there’s leprosy, which can present with rotting and decaying body parts. What’s to say the expedition won’t run into some plague or enemy that was the basis for some piece of mythology?”

“Not this lecture again.”

If Jack ever listened to reason, Daniel wouldn’t have to repeat himself. “Hey, look at it this way, you can spend lots of time creating war games with alien viruses that mimic vampire attacks.”

Jack looked tempted.

“And you can tell the President that you want to test different officers to see how they work with Weir. Have Colonel Barnes and Colonel Davis run simulations with her.”

“And what am I supposed to tell Sumner?” Jack asked, which meant he was moving onto the logistics of making this happen.

“That you’re trying to get the President to see that Weir has no experience with frontline tactics no matter who she’s with, and point out that Dixon has a wife that he wouldn’t leave. You can honestly tell him that you don’t plan to replace him.”

When Jack sighed, Daniel knew he had won. Now he just had to make sure Jack’s stubborn streak didn’t lead the lug to back himself into a corner.

“Just think about it,” Daniel said before he walked away. If he knew Jack, and he did, Jack would wait an hour before he called the President with his concerns.

And in two hours, Daniel would call the President and ask to participate in those tests. If Weir was acceptable as a civilian leader, then Daniel should get a shot at the job. She might know Earth politics, but Daniel had negotiated more treaties than anyone else in the SGC. So it was time for Daniel to forget playing nice with Jack and take what he wanted.

Date: 2016-06-08 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaleecat.livejournal.com
::flailing with dolphin sounds::

Oh you so rock! Thank you! Now my imagination is running all around envisioning scenarios and what could happen next.

Thank you thank you.

Date: 2016-06-08 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wanted-a-pony.livejournal.com
DANG, that boy is clever! Getting Jack to convince the President to agree to testing Weir, & then planning to get the President to overrule Jack's determination to keep Daniel off Atlantis—brilliant tactics. <3 <3

Date: 2016-06-08 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangefen.livejournal.com
Sneaky Daniel is the best Daniel:)

Date: 2016-06-08 12:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] texanfan.livejournal.com
Oh yeah. If Daniel really sets his mind to it there is no way they could defeat him. He knows all the tricks of the SGC political games and he knows how to handle Jack. Interesting to see him argue for the military mindset so strongly.

Date: 2016-06-09 07:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elaiel.livejournal.com
*flails and squees*
Sneaky Daniel is awesome!

Date: 2016-06-08 05:50 pm (UTC)
ext_33205: (me shallow?)
From: [identity profile] sallye.livejournal.com
Thanks for coming up with a great idea! Don't get many new stories these days.

Date: 2016-06-07 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slvrbld747.livejournal.com
Okay, I have another one. I am stuck on Supernatural tonight 0-0. The SGC does a lineage chart on John Sheppard trying to find more of that super gene of his, and discover to their horror, amazement, and befuddlement that he is related to the infamous Winchester brothers, who might be alive again. Yes, someone in the government knows the truth about those two so the question is.... what to do? Atlantis could use the help, and getting the combined menace, and effectiveness of the terrible two off the planet could be beneficial. John is looking at the chart and can't believe these men are his cousins..

Apparently Patrick Sheppard nee Winchester absolutely didn't want to believe any of the mystical bullshit his father was spouting, and he decided to leave the family business and start his own, and take his mothers' maiden name to get away from the crazy. Henry Winchester never much knew his older brother who was a disgrace according to his father... but Henry was going to do his lineage proud but his own son was going to be loved no matter what... yeah, Winchesters get screwed a lot. :D

Date: 2016-06-08 12:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lit-gal.livejournal.com
“Sir, please tell me you’re kidding.” John Sheppard stared at the dark screen.

“Do you really think I’d kid about this?” General Jack O’Neill kept a straight face for maybe ten seconds. “Okay, maybe I’ve played a few jokes.”

“A few, sir?”

O’Neill glared, and John decided to shut up before he lost his shiny new promotion. Full colonel was a consolation prize, but it was a prize he didn’t want to lose. If his knee injury was going to keep him out of the field, at the very least, he wanted a promotion to shove in the faces of all the assholes who told him that he would never make it in the military.

“I apologize, but you have to admit that monsters and demons and angels fighting a war is a little…”

“Crazy? Deranged? Demented? Mad as a hatter? Take your pick, Colonel, because it’s all of the above. It’s also no less possible than travel to alien worlds through a wormhole. If you want, I can have Carter explain the stuff I wasn’t listening to.”

“No, sir. I’ll let Rodney take that meeting and I’ll just pick up what I can from his rantings afterward.”

The general nodded.

“I am wondering why you told me.”

“Smart man,” O’Neill said. “First, you need some creative thinkers in the field. I respect Lorne, but he’s not known for his ingenuity in the field. And with that knee damaged so badly, you don’t qualify for a field team.”

John felt that like a punch to his gut. Sure, he was getting older and he expected he would have to slow down, but this was less slowing and more of a sudden, brutal stop. If John ever found that Traveler, he was going to shove a piece of rebar up the man’s ass and not apologize to Larrin later.

“I get it,” O’Neill said. “I don’t like riding a desk myself, but at least you still have Atlantis.”

“Do I?” John asked. That was his greatest fear.

“Yes,” O’Neill said firmly. “But if you could get one or both of them to the city, that would be easier to ensure in the long run.”

John studied the pictures of Dean and Sam Winchester. If the reports were accurate, Dean had a wild streak and a habit of making impossible plans work. Sam was more of the slow-and-steady sort, like Lorne, so John guessed that O’Neill really wanted to recruit Dean. “Why me?”

“First, if they joined the city and proved valuable, as civilian contractors, they could walk if the IOC got a bug up their ass and decided to replace you. I’m hoping that if you recruit them, that’s more likely.”

“So, I should manipulate them?” John wasn’t sure about this plan. He actually sucked at schmoozing worse than Rodney, and that was saying something.

“Not manipulate exactly.” O’Neill slid a new paper across the table. “And I expect this will help.”

John read, shock robbing him of words as he traced the DNA testing and historical records. William and Mildred Winchester had two boys, Henry and Patrick. Henry died in his twenties, leaving a child named John. Patrick Winchester married Carol Sheppard, taking her name and cutting all family ties. “They’re related to me? They’re my nephews?”

“Apparently they’re first cousins, once removed, but I don’t really understand the cousin thing. I do know that Dean has your supergene.”

“And you know this because?” John could feel a kernel of anger at someone illegally obtaining a sample of Dean’s blood.

“He has a habit of leaving blood behind. But here’s the thing, his brother has been a little on the psychotic side lately, hanging out with a bunch called the Campbells, cousins on their mother’s side. And Dean might need a friend. And you need someone with a little creative thinking and Alterian DNA to run your off world teams.” O’Neill pushed a thick folder toward John. “Go. Talk to him. See if you can’t do a little family bonding.”

John took the folder and then sprang to his feet when the general stood. He had cousins. He had cousins who fought demons. Yeah, that just didn’t sound right. John was totally going to get Colonel Carter to give Rodney the sciencey end of this before he tried to even broach the subject. And then after getting Rodney’s input, maybe he would go find this cousin of his. John just wasn’t sure if he would recruit him or warn the man to take his Alterian genes and run far, far away before he ended up in the middle of IOC politics.

Date: 2016-06-08 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slvrbld747.livejournal.com
Brilliant. Really lovely, and clever. Just what I was looking for, John shocked out of his wits, and having to admit to being related to Winchesters. Hahahahaha. I've seen a fic out there where John is their father in another universe, Sheppard that is.. and I thought, how can they be related without too much change. Priceless. Thank you. :D

Date: 2016-06-08 01:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaleecat.livejournal.com
giggling - this totally sounds like O'Neill and Sheppard. I've only sketchy SPN knowledge, got too far behind & haven't caught up, but I know enough to enjoy this morsel of fun.

Date: 2016-06-08 04:26 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] wanted-a-pony.livejournal.com
John just wasn’t sure if he would recruit him or warn the man to take his Alterian genes and run far, far away before he ended up in the middle of IOC politics.

Oh, dear. I can just imagine the first meeting between this disfunctional duo, especially because it'll be a surprise to Dean. The daddy issues alone could reach critical mass & create a demon.... /ô\

And if John thinks HE hates stuffed shirts & politics, ... !

Date: 2016-06-08 04:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tabaqui.livejournal.com
Wheeeeeeeee!
Oh, man. Now i want to know *what happens next*!!!!
:)

Good stuff.

Date: 2016-06-08 05:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangefen.livejournal.com
Hmph. SPN is not my jam, but this sounds verrrrrry interesting.

Date: 2016-06-08 12:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] texanfan.livejournal.com
Dean and Sam on Atlantis. Now there is a scenario that has endless possibilities. John will have more sympathy for his former superiors than he ever thought possible. :)

Date: 2016-06-07 05:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangefen.livejournal.com
In the Kin universe, I would love to see some Spike/Cordelia. Since Anya made consorts a real thing would Spike try to pursue this for Cordelia, would she even want it? Would he have to have a soul first?

EDIT: Another thought - would there be an actual ritual or would it just sort of happen? And if other vamps hear about it is there a sudden influx of star-crossed vampire/others making their way to hotel looking for guidance?
Edited Date: 2016-06-07 09:42 am (UTC)

Date: 2016-06-07 08:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junnights.livejournal.com
More in the 'verse where Tony leaves NCIS and is searching for Samas. Perhaps a little before? Or if(when) he's found Samas and is talking to her about it? .. Or when he meets John/Rodney again?

Date: 2016-06-07 01:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] strangefen.livejournal.com
Airman Harris - What happens when they find Shifu?

Date: 2016-06-07 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] velvetwhip.livejournal.com
Angel and Riley return to Sunnydale after Buffy's death and a chance meeting leads to some interesting developments.

Date: 2016-06-07 06:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] iria4285.livejournal.com
Well... I always wondered why Dawn wasn't a Potential, so I thought that maybe it's because the monks choose another protector as the father.
So at 21 Dawn gets really developed senses but they find is not anything slayery but from her paternal side. So Dawn does a paternity test and her results say that her father is Detective Jim Ellison from the Cascade PD.
So she and her Slayer, that by the way is Rona, decide to go to Cascade and the Scoobies decide that they have to come also. So when they get there and they all met of course chaos ensues.

^_^

Date: 2016-06-07 10:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-ceylonna.livejournal.com
A sequel to Green Eyed Hope with where Blair encounters Buffy & Giles. My head cannon has him recognizing them as slayer and watcher once he gets over accepting vampires exists. Since clearly he's come across Slayer references in his Sentinel research, but dismissed them as myth due to the non-existence of vampires...

Date: 2016-06-08 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kaleecat.livejournal.com
Is it greedy to throw another idea(s) at you?? I'm gonna do it any way; someone else asked for a meme prompt like 5 years ago but my idea wasn't picked up on. I kept it just in case. There kind of out there but hey its muse-cookies.

SG1
The SGC Annual Dead False Gods Party: celebrating the year's highlights in SG team hijinks, pratfalls, misadventures & big damn heroic moments. Daniel and Teal'c are the latest victims...cough...organizers for the irreverent & occasionally solemn occasion. Guest of Honor is as always General George Hammond, chief wrangler and long-suffering-fearless-leader of the madness. [you do humor so well]

NCIS (is so inclined)
During that summer while Gibbs was on margarita safari, Tony was handling a recalcitrant team & an NCIS director that wants him to go undercover. What if Tony actually questioned deeper the legitimacy of the op? And how would Jenny react?

Date: 2016-06-08 05:48 pm (UTC)
ext_33205: (me shallow?)
From: [identity profile] sallye.livejournal.com
Yippee!! So glad to see a SG1 story from you, and it looks like it could be a humdinger! Thanks so much!

Made me laugh

Date: 2016-06-25 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zazreil.livejournal.com
I only wish I was so clever

I know I'm late to the party

Date: 2016-06-25 05:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] zazreil.livejournal.com
If you ever seen Michael Clayton the son talks about the Books Realm and Conquest. It's not a real book but the story outline is great. I would love to see a Buffy Sentlinal Supernatural or some type of cross over based on non existing book

Sentinel

Date: 2016-06-27 09:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-quadress.livejournal.com
Simon enters Jim's name in the yearly Guide Lottery held only once a year due to rareness of the Guide Gene.

Re: Sentinel

Date: 2016-09-05 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lit-gal.livejournal.com
“God damn it, Jim. Why are you being so damn hard headed? This could lead to you getting a guide.”

“You should have asked,” Jim snapped. He had intentionally avoided putting his name in for the annual lottery because the hope was worse than the physical symptoms he lived with every day of his life. The greater a Sentinel’s powers, the faster Sentinel syndrome wore down the nervous center and the individual succumbed to seizures. Jim was on the top end of the scale, and from the time he’d first started showing symptoms, his name had gone in the lottery every year.

At age twelve, he’d been so confident that his name would be picked. By fifteen, he’d been angry at the injustice. At eighteen, he’d tried to increase his odds by going into the military. It earned him extra lottery entries and access to any guides that might join the military. That had ended badly, and Jim had left the service disillusioned and guideless. Now he refused to put his name in because the hope, the soul-crushing weight of anticipation was too much for him.

His headaches would grow worse. He would dream of a day when he could walk outside without the dark glass and stroll down a street without danger of a zone. And those dreams would make his daily life increasingly difficult to endure. And when his name didn’t come up, the depression would dig into his psyche.

The last time he’d entered was when he’d joined the force. He’d been in Vice when the names came out, and Jim had nearly crawled inside a bottle and drank himself to death. He didn’t need a repeat of that performance.

“What’s the harm? Your name came up. You should go down and see how many guides they have in the area.”

Great. Jim had a ticket to introduce himself to the local Cascade guides. He would try to woo them, they would judge him as too old or too cranky or too anal and then reject him out of hand. Or they would play along and then when Jim got his hopes too high, they would announce that they didn’t feel the connection and walk away.

Jim didn’t need that grief.

“No thanks. I’ll pass.”

Simon got in front of him. “Jim, your senses have been acting up more and more. Rafe and Brown can’t cover forever, and the brass is starting to question your fitness for the field.”

“What?” Jim chest grew tight with fear. Having cases focused him; it allowed him to keep his senses under control.

“Just prove that you’re trying to get a guide, and they’ll back off for a while. They just want to know that there’s an endgame here that might include them keeping their best detective.”

“And what are the chances of that?” Jim asked sarcastically. He kept himself physically in shape, but he wasn’t young or handsome. He sucked at fawning over people and couldn’t even keep his marriage together. Most guides found someone compatible at a fairly young age, and Jim wouldn’t look like much of a catch to those men and women.

“Go. Try. I’ll spin it to the brass that they should keep you until next year’s lottery at the very least. Your public service and military time give you good odds in any lottery, and new people move into the area every time. You have a good chance.”

Jim clenched his jaw and swallowed down all the fury that wanted to spill out of his mouth.

“Jim, this is not optional,” Simon said firmly.

Jim had to intentionally unclench his fists. Simon didn’t understand. But the captain had given him a chance in Major Crime, and Jim owed him.

“Just don’t get your hopes up,” Jim warned before he turned to his desk. He needed to collect his weapon before he headed over to the community center. Simon’s face had so much hope on it that Jim felt like weeping. This wouldn’t end well, but Simon had to learn that for himself, just like Jim had. For most Sentinels, like wasn’t fair or kind. That was a reality no Sentinel could escape.

Re: Sentinel

Date: 2016-09-06 10:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lady-quadress.livejournal.com
oh lovely, wonderful writing as always. This was a wonderful surprise to find in my e-mail box this afternoon. Thank you so much for answering my prompt.
Edited Date: 2016-09-06 10:06 pm (UTC)

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