Over Analysing It

[Eleventh Hour fic] Pancakes

05 Dec 2010 3 Comments

by Nikkiin writing Tags: eleventh hour, fanfic, hood/rachel, humour, jacob hood, one-shot, rachel young, ust

Author: Nikki/aethre
Fandom: Eleventh Hour
Category: Hood/Rachel UST, humour
Word Count: ~2700
Rating: PG
Summary: A simple stop for a late breakfast doesn’t quite go as planned for Hood and Rachel.

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“Rachel?”  Hood asked, his head propped up on one hand.  His voice was soft, just loud enough to be heard over the quiet radio, and his gaze was unfocused as he stared out the window at the passing foliage.

“Hmm?” Rachel replied.  The blonde was focused on the car in front of her going fifty-five on the bloody highway and really wasn’t paying too much attention to man her passenger’s seat.  She pressed down on the accelerator, inching closer to the old Cavalier and silently cursed the car alongside her blocking the passing lane.  While Rachel by no means had a lead foot, she preferred to be going a few miles over the limit, not a couple under.

“Could you take the next right?”

“What?  Hood, why?” Rachel groaned, “If you need another pit stop, you can hold it.  We’re half an hour from D.C. and I told you not to buy an extra large coffee.”
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Fic Planning

25 Nov 2010 6 Comments

by Nikkiin tv, writing Tags: castle, castle/beckett, criminal minds, fanfic, fox/xanatos, gargoyles, goliath/elisa, lost girl, myka/hg, sanctuary, warehouse 13

This probably isn’t much of a surprise, but I think about writing more than I actually, well, write.  Part of the problem is that I have so many ideas and bounce between them so rapidly that I don’t ever sit down and just write.  So I figured that if I make a list of the fanfic I want to write and post it to my blog, I’ll at least have a vague start on the fics.

As for why fanfic?  It’s easier to summarise in a couple of sentences.  No need to explain who and where, just what and why.  Also, I want to be writing my fucking comic and not novelling atm – it’s time for my yearly post-NaNo-you-suck-at-life depression.

It should go without saying that everything on this list is a WIP and that the longer the length is, the less likely I am to write it.

The fandoms, if you’re interested, are Castle, Gargoyles, Criminal Minds, Warehouse 13, Sanctuary and Lost Girl.  Every single fic but one (a Castle fic) listed is a crossover.  Yeah, idk, I’m on a crossover kick as of late?

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Castle Fic and Why I Cannot Read It

14 Nov 2010 7 Comments

by Nikkiin tv, writing Tags: castle, fandom, fanfic, fanon, lost girl, rizzoli & isles, sanctuary

Dusk (Day 5, 5942 words total)

06 Nov 2010 2 Comments

by Nikkiin writing Tags: dusk, nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2010

So, yeah, on the fourth I had decided that I was going to write two novels at once.  Thus so far, Dusk is a thousand times easier to write than Thawed, which is pretty obvious since I wrote 3.5k of it in one night.  This one is horror, fyi.  Not that it seems very horror-y atm.

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There were two things in the world that I, Rosalynn Sparrow, truly hated — my hometown of Grand Forks, North Dakota and my mother’s new husband. When it had finally become clear to me that Jerry wasn’t just another one of me mother’s passing fancies, I was left with two options — suck it up and try to abide Jerry’s horrid presence or move in with my father, who still lives in Grand Forks.

I chose to move to Grand Forks. From what I remember of childhood summers in Forks, my father was both a busy man and someone would capitulate to my every whim. A perfect combination, I had figured, for any teenager. Independence and a generous allowance.

After ten minutes of standing outside Grand Forks International Airport with my carry on bag and single suitcase full of essential items (the rest of my stuff was shipped up from Los Angeles before I left), I was severely doubting the wisdom of that decision. The brisk northeastern wind was carrying more than just the biting cold with it — it also carried the putrid stench of the sewage ponds. I would have went back inside the terminal, but my father had promised me, half an hour ago, that it would only take him fifteen minutes to get to the airport. By this point, my extremities had begun to numb and sheer stubbornness had set in — that, and I did not particularly want to miss my father drive by and be forced to walk through the parking lot to him.

As it turned out, I had not suffered in vain — I did not even recgonise my father when he pulled up in an unfamiliar ancient, shining gold Cadillac. Great, I had thought, My father’s a pimp.

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Thawed (Day Two, 2327 Words)

03 Nov 2010 No Comments

by Nikkiin writing Tags: nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2010, thawed

Today was a terrible day for writing.  And… yeah, that’s about it.  I mean, really, all I’m about to do is c+v over 450 words – lame, no?

Technically I wrote more than that, but that was adding in details to what I wrote yesterday.  And even that didn’t go well.

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After wolfing down two large bowls of chicken noodle soup, Kate leaned back in the battered wooden chair and daintily wiped the soup from around her mouth. Luke looked on in amusement and horror — he would never have suspected that the diminutive woman would be able to pack away that much of his food supply. A smirk covered his face as Kate batted her hair, now stained and dripping from the soup, out of her eyes again. A frusturated growl formed low in her throat and she swung her head violently towards Luke, her hair once again whipping her in the face.

Snarling, she pushed it back again and held it back with one hand. “Do you have any scissors?” Kate asked. “I cannot abide this any longer!”

Luke raised an eyebrow. “Scissors? We’re being that drastic? I’m pretty sure I could find a hair tie in here somewhere.”

Kate glanced scornfully around the small kitchen. It was, to put it lightly, a complete and utter disaster. Dirty dishes were overflowing from the sink and beginning to be stacked on the counter, garbage was tied into black bags awaiting disposal and coffee mugs were covering every surface. And that was just the normal kitchen type items – Luke’s kitchen also was littered with knick knacks, junk and other such detritus that builds up when a person lives somewhere for any length of time.

“I am certain that you could find a hair tie,” Kate said calmly. “But I doubt that you could find one in any reasonable amount of time.”

“I’m purty sure that the time taken to find scissors would be the same as it would take to find you a hair tie,” Luke pointed out, eyeing Kate’s pale blonde locks.

“Hair tie or no hair tie – I need to lose several feet of hair,” Kate snorted, disgusted. “I will have you know that sitting on one’s hair is rather uncomfortable.”

“Fine, fine!” Luke said, digging through one of his many junk drawers with his back to Kate. “I don’t think I even have scissors. Not much call for them on an allegedly paper free ship.”

Kate tapped her foot impatiently and cursed as more of her hair escaped her grasp and fell back into the soup bowl. “On second thought,” she said, “Just pass me that paring knife.”

Luke, with his back still to Kate, rolled his eyes. This was unlikely to end well. Nevertheless, he held out the knife and watched, with the fascination of a person watching two shuttles collide in mid air, as Kate pulled her hair back and began sawing furiously. Clumps of blonde hair started drifting down and the hack job was done in under a minute.