aboutbunnies' Fic Archive

This archive is organized alphabetically by fandom, and then alphabetically by story title within each fandom. In other words, if you're reading down in order, be aware that in the midst of newer (therefore, in my opinion, usually better) fic, you *will* stumble across old!fic. Which is, in general, Very Bad, but that for the purposes of thoroughness, has been included in this archive. You've been warned!

**Are you under 18? Don't read the ones that you're too young for, then. I'm well over 18, and have been for many years. I can read what I write. I am not responsible if you click on something you're not supposed to. (Where I'm from, under-18s are not allowed into Rs. Except with a parent/guardian. So if you want to read Rs and above with your mommy reading over your shoulder, go for it!)

And if you're under 13, well, god help us all. Get off of LJ and go do your homework!

( Battlestar Galactica )

( Bones )

( ER )

( Lost )

( The Office (US) )

( Other Fandoms, Crossovers, etc. )

[cue Obi-Wan voice] This is not the fic you are looking for... [/Obi-Wan] Hey, those of you who requested Fic or Treats, I haven't forgotten. All of your fics are in various stages of completion, so they are coming. This is just something else.

Title: Time Bombs on Fault Lines
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: He curses his clumsiness, his shaking hand, because he hadn't been ready. Hadn't thought of Holly in the last moment. Hadn't even thought of Sian.
Notes: Alternate ending to the Girl Number 9 web series. So, spoilers for the entire series, including some of the Twitter feeds. The title comes from Jet Black New Year by Thursday.

( It was a fun game, though. )

I need one of those candy bowl hands.

Happy Halloween!

I stole this idea (and most of the text below, actually) from bowlerhat_girl. Because I need fic prompts, because I'm lazy, and most importantly, because she's awesome.

Want candy of the fanfic/drabble kind?

( details here )

Anyone who wants candy fic can ask for it! I'm looking for prompts! Some may be written for mini_nanowrimo, because that'll work out nicely as it begins tomorrow.

Happy Halloween and happy prompting!

Title: And if that diamond ring turns brass
Rating: PG-13, for implications/themes
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: He left all his fighting in a town called Uijeongbu, where boys died hot under his hands and she was a little further away with each one he didn't save. BJ/Peg, BJ/Hawkeye. Post-war.
Notes: Once upon a time, I wrote stuff for M*A*S*H. I'm attempting it again. Submitted for slashthedrabble's challenge #227, right.

( He dreams the taupes and olives and blood-reds of Korea, the taste of gin and of someone else's stubble and tongue. )

In nineteen eighty-something, my family got our first computer, a hand-me-down from our wealthier, tech-savvier neighbors: one of the first IBM PCs, which had a whopping 16 kilobytes of memory (that's KB, not MB or GB, you younguns) and ran the DOS platform. (I still remember most of the DOS command prompts.) Our first game was “Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?”

Right. So blame my tech-savvy childhood neighbors.

Title: We Froze But For a Moment
Rating: PG-13, because beloved children's characters are doing things they aren't allowed to do on television.
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: It's only the look in his eyes behind those wire-rimmed frames that makes her sit up and take notice.
Notes: Um, what? I don't even know what to call this fandom. This is the crackiest thing I have ever written, but it actually attempts to be (somewhat) serious. I disturb even myself. For crickets' impromptu (im)promptathon. The prompt was Waldo/Carmen Sandiego, lost, found. And I just could not help myself. I hope you all have that Rockapella theme song stuck in your heads now. I do.

( It's some random hotel in Kiev, and she's just passing through. )

Title: Act of Contrition
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: She'll have a bruise. As if the ghost-feeling of his fingers pressing into her isn't enough already.
Spoilers: The Brig
Notes: Drabble written for crickets' impromptu multi-fandom (im)promptathon. Prompt: Kate/Sawyer, gunpowder. Also used for un_love_you #15: this is my desperation in action.

( He comes back through the jungle, limping on bare and bloodied feet. )

Title: The Substance of Things Hoped For
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: She kisses him without thinking about it, because the falling and the pain and the nothing had all been so terrifying and alone.
Spoilers: Do No Harm, Abandoned
Notes: Holy shit, I haven't written anything since December 2008. I'm sure you guys are all, "Whuh? Who is this stranger on my friends list?" And I'm disturbingly rusty. But eh. This was written for the Small Fandom and Rare Pairing Drabblethon. Prompt: Lost, Boone/Shannon, in the sky.

( She's never believed in all that God and Satan and heaven and hell crap. )

The small fandom and rare pairing drabblethon

I had intended to post this several days ago (I did start writing it in November, after all), but I returned from holiday festivities to a flooded basement, and then we lost power for close to two days. Here it is, now, finally.

Title: Well Beyond the Waves
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Kate, and the beginning of a promise fulfilled. Again he's there, pressing against her body and whispering in her ear. “I have a daughter.” And then on her other side, a smooth hand on her arm, a woman's voice, so close she can feel the breath on her cheek. “I'm pregnant. It's his.”
Spoilers: Up to the season 4 finale.
Notes: Feliz Navidad (a bit belated) to my dear friend lenina20, who is always there, and who has made this year so much better just by being in it. I've been a pretty crappy friend this year, and this in no way makes up for it, but I hope it brings a smile to your face, anyway.
This is also being used for un_love_you #19: this isn't about you at all. The title is from Iron & Wine's song “Promising Light.”

( It's several months back in LA before she even remembers it. )

Title: With Ash In Your Mouth (you'll ask it to burn again)
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Kara Thrace (with a side order of Leoben and Roslin as well), following Revelations. “Destiny. As the harbinger of death.” Maybe now, she understands.
Spoilers: Up to the season 4.0 finale, Revelations. Also, this is loosely based on a couple small scenes in the 4.5 promo (the older one, not the newest one), but mainly just pure speculation.
Notes: The title comes from the Iron & Wine song “Cinder and Smoke.”

( That first night, they build bonfires to combat the chill of nuclear winter. )

I committed to writing (at least) 100 words per day, for each day of November, at mini_nanowrimo. With as little as I've been able to write these past few months, 100 words per day seemed quite daunting enough. I didn't tell anyone I was doing this because I wasn't sure that I'd meet my goal of writing daily. In fact, I was pretty sure I wouldn't.

However, I'm proud to say that I accomplished my goal, and most days went over my 100-word commitment! I thought writing each day would be a chore, but for the most part I enjoyed taking time (usually at the end of the day, I admit) away from real life to write a little each day. The days I wasn't at the computer I wrote longhand in my notebook. Daily writing actually helped me cope during what was otherwise a pretty crappy month, real-life-wise.

Behind the cut are my word counts for each day, as well as exactly what I was working on. Some of the writings for this project have already been posted, some have gone the way of the WIP folder of doom, and some I'll be posting soonish. All will be linked in this post, as well.


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( 100 words x 30 days )

Title: One Hundred Twenty-Two Miles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Pam and Jim, between Customer Survey and Business Trip. Sometimes, they are masters of avoidance. It is, after all, why it took them so many years to get here in the first place.
Spoilers: Up to 5.07 Business Trip (written before Frame Toby, so no spoilers for that)
Note: This is an attempt to bridge the ending of Customer Survey (and my post-ep fic, The Distance from Here) to episode 5.07 Business Trip. There seemed to be something missing in that episode that I'm trying to fill in here. You don't necessarily have to have read The Distance from Here to understand this fic, because I don't directly reference the happenings in that one, but this does act as a sequel of sorts, anyway.

( New York and Scranton have never seemed so far apart. )

I'm currently out of town and away from my usual fast internet connection. I'm also away from work, the husband, and two out of three kids. Therefore, I have time to write!

Title: The Distance from Here
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Spoilers: Up to 5.06 Customer Survey
Summary: Jim. Pam. The fallout from Customer Survey. I'm buying you a house, he wants to tell her. Instead, again, “Do you want New York?”
Note: I wrote this because the last episode of The Office depressed me way too much. That is not to say that this fic is not depressing, though. Just saying. Also, the basketball game that Jim and Mark watch is one that was played the night Customer Survey aired. I may have made up the specific times, but not the result.

( He feels the pull of New York even with her in his arms. )

Title: Until the Morning
Rating: PG-13 for drug use, though otherwise I'd have given it a PG.
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Adama/Roslin on New Caprica. It all comes back to her in bits, as she's closing her eyes against the bright sunlight and pressing her temple back down against the soothing rough of his uniform jacket.
Spoilers: Unfinished Business, extended version
Note: My first attempt at writing Battlestar Galactica. The title is (loosely) inspired by Dunderhoney's The Morning After.

( She wakes with a throbbing headache and what's probably the imprint of an Admiral's pin on her cheek. )

Here in the United States, today (October 15) is our national Pregnancy and Infant Loss Remembrance Day (PAILRD).

Even if you aren't aware of it, chances are high that you know someone who has lost a baby either by miscarriage, stillbirth, or infant death. It is often a very private grief, that is not acknowledged by society except on this day. If you have a few moments today, please spare some thoughts for all the babies no longer with us - and for their parents and siblings. This day is as hard for us as it is important.

A meaningful way to remember these precious babies is to light a candle tonight, at 7:00pm (your own time zone). It is one of PAILRD's goals to have a "wave of light" pass over the country - and perhaps the world - tonight in remembrance of our babies.

always loved and missed: Samuel, Olivia, Asha, and Angel ♥

I tried out that meme where you put your music player on random and write a drabble while the first song is playing. In the interest of jump-starting my muse, I might be doing more of these. Who knows what fandom(s) might come out to play. This one's for Bones.

Title: Let the World Keep Spinning 'Round
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: A bit of drunk!Booth introspection, while he and Brennan sit at the Lincoln Memorial.
Spoilers: Soccer Mom in the Mini-Van
Notes: From the random music meme: Bon Jovi's I Love This Town (time: 4:40). The title is also from the same song.

( He could sleep to her voice, he realizes, and suddenly that seems like the best idea in the world. )

Title: I See No Foe
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: He never sees him come, and he never sees him leave. It happens like this: Some nights, Aaron is woken by the sound of a guitar.
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 4, just to be safe. But nothing major.
Notes: Coming temporarily out of my self-imposed hiatus to post this, since it weaseled itself into my head and won't leave. It's for lostfichallenge #78: the next generation. Title/inspiration is from: “When I hear music I fear no danger, I am invulnerable, I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times and to the latest.” [Henry David Thoreau, Journal, 13 January 1857] Thanks also to The Beatles.



( 'Don't talk to strangers,' his mom has always told him, as far back as he can remember. )

Just a little heads-up that I'm going to be taking a break from this journal for a while, both writing and reading. Real life is kicking my ass these days, and I need to step back from most things online fandom-related for now and put all my focus into real life so it doesn't kick my ass even further. I'll miss this little corner of the internet, and all you wonderful people in the Lost fandom - this is truly a fandom unlike any other. *group hug*

I'll be back, just not sure when. (Those of you who know my personal journal, I'll still be around there, when I can.) And I might pop in here from time to time, too. We'll see how it goes. I *will* continue checking and responding to email, which does include comments from either journal.

Everyone, enjoy the fall premieres that are coming up! I'm personally really excited about Bones and The Office.

I leave you with a couple memes that have been floating around the friends list and have been sitting on my computer for a while now:

Do NOT look at the questions before picking the fandoms!
1. Lost
2. Bones
3. The Office (US)
4. Big Love
5. M*A*S*H
6. ER

( questions under the cut )

And one more:

Post the first line from your 25 most recent fanfics and try to find a pattern.

( lines are here )

This is a belated Luau gift for Queen slybrunette, who requested something inspired by music. I also happen to know she's been enjoying the Battlestar Galactica parody of Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody, and while my little offering here is not nearly of the hilarious and clever quality of that one, I hope she enjoys these new lyrics, Lost-style.

So now I present, with apologies to Queen, Eight Fifteen Rhapsody, featuring Sawyer, Michael, Charlie, Jacob/Smoke Monster, Locke, Juliet, and Jack, with cameos by some other Losties, as well. I have a horrible voice, so be thankful these are just lyrics. (I wrote these lyrics singing over the original to make sure they fit - I think I frightened the neighbors.)



category: best humorous fic

( In a chair a-rocking, very very frightening me! )

Hope you're having a great one, elliotsmelliot!

Title: Coincidental
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: When he receives the name of his next mark, he knows immediately who this will hurt. Post-island Sayid, with slight Kate/Sayid undertones.
Spoilers: “Confidence Man,” “One of Them,” “The Economist” and “There's No Place Like Home.” I think that's it.
Notes: This is for Queen zelda_zee, who organized the lostsquee Luau, and requested “angsty O6 Sayid fic.” This is angsty, all right, and strange, and not at all what I desire for the show. This hurt to write, but the bunny wouldn't let me go! Many, many apologies for the lateness of this, and my enduring thanks for running such an amazing Luau. I hope this small offering pleases the Queen.

( There are no coincidences. )