Over Analysing It

[Sanctuary Fic] Helen’s Heart

12 Dec 2010 3 Comments

by Nikkiin writing Tags: angst, fanfic, helen magnus, helen/james, james watson, john druitt, john/helen, one-shot, romance, sanctuary

Fandom: Sanctuary
Category: John/Helen, Helen/James, angst, romance
Spoilers: 3×08 – For King and Country
Word Count:  ~1300
Rating: PG
Summary: Despite it all, Helen never stopped loving John.
A/N: Thanks is owed to jackwabbit for the beta.  Without her, there would have been some rather… interesting… sentence structures.  Nevertheless, this was written (and posted) under the influence of a dreadful cold and complete exhaustion, so I’m not sure if it is up to my usual standards.

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The first time Helen saw John after she shot him came as a complete surprise – none of the other four members of The Five had expected him to show up at the incredibly pompous (even more pompous than The Five themselves in their heyday) Oxford reunion.  After all, Helen, James and Nikola had only agreed to attend at the last moment – and on a whim at that.  Back then, there was still a thrill to be found in the indiscreet stares and whispers from those who were once their peers.  The Five, apart from John, who was somehow charming despite his brute strength and intimidating demeanour, were always outcasts from society.  In their school days, they were all reviled for various and petty reasons and had formed their own elite clique in response.

Now, well over a decade later, they were still a source of fascination and had even inspired the respect and awe they had so coveted in the past.  They basked in it, pleased beyond measure that they were the centre of attention, even if it was only supposition on how they had managed to not age a day since they last set foot in Oxford.

To the other attendees, the surprise of the night was that Montague John Druitt was alive.  They had all read that he had been found drowned in the Thames and some had even attended his funeral.  To his friends, the fact that he had survived Helen’s bullet didn’t come with that much of a shock – while there was a copious amount of blood on the scene, James had determined that none of the blood splatter possessed the right trajectory to have come from John.  Helen, being a physician, had privately double checked James’ conclusions by analysing the blood for the manufactured genetic abnormality that The Five shared.  It had come up clean – there were no traces of John’s blood mixed in with Molly’s.

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[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

[Castle Fic] Advice

28 Feb 2010 2 Comments

by Nikkiin tv, writing Tags: alexis castle, castle, castle/beckett, fanfic, humour, javier esposito, kate beckett, kevin ryan, one-shot, rick castle, romance, roy montgomery

Author: Nikki/aethre
Category: Humour, romance, Castle/Beckett established relationship
Word Count: ~1800
Rating: PG
Summary: Alexis asks Beckett for advice on a possible summer job – modelling.  Ryan and Esposito add their two cents and Castle shows up to stir up trouble.

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For once, the 12^th Precinct was quiet.  The dead heat of summer was pounding on the sidewalks and many of the officers dragging in the latest batch of scumbags had sweat darkening their shirts, but inside the building the A/C was working overtime and the internal temperature floated only a few degrees above room temperature.  The comfortable warmth made the usually alert detectives drowsy, including the normally wired Kate Beckett.  Even the quantities of caffeine Beckett consumed were not enough to counteract the warmth, late nights and the blessed lack of Castle, a combination that had Kate drowsing at her desk.

In fact, Kate had nearly nodded off entirely when she heard Alexis’ voice.  It sounded suspiciously like a cheerful ‘Hi Kate!’ but that couldn’t be right – it was two in the afternoon.  Alexis still had class and, barring a family emergency, Alexis would never skip class.

Kate’s eyes snapped open in realisation and her body tensed, ready to act, and she pinned Alexis with a serious stare.  “What’s wrong, Alexis?”

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