Sorry for the spammage, flisties--this is the last one for now. Rexluscus asked to see the post-Cyberwoman AU where Jack keeps Ianto prisoner in the basement.

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Jellybean12 asked to see the SGA fic where Rodney gets banished.

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Hibernia asked for the Ray Torture Fic.

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So far, there's been interest in seeing the Ianto Whumpage fic (already posted), the Jam Jar sequel, the Due South Ray Whumpage fic, and the SGA Banished Rodney story. So far, no one has said Boo about the Ianto Whumpage fic, suggesting that is is Not, in fact, Anything. Next up is the Jam Jar sequel.

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And I'll stop being a tease and just post all there is this time.

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Villeinage asked for more of the Ianto Whumpage "Is this anything?" I deliver.

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Genagirl requested Torchwood Option One, the Ianto-whumpage story. Let's see how much of it I can fit into one post....

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There are about 15 more pages--should I post them?

I think it may be time for a round of "Is This Anything?"  But I'm not sure which fragment to post.  Here's what I've got:

Torchwood/Who:

1.  Ianto-whumpage fic where Ianto has disappeared through the Rift and comes back in very bad shape.  There's quite a bit of this one.  Edit: On reflection, I have realized that this is essentially "Pencils" with Ianto instead of House and aliens instead of lawyers.
2.  Post-cyberwoman AU where Jack keeps Ianto locked up in the cells and only lets him out to work.  Not coming out as dark as I meant for it to be. 
3.  Jam Jar Sequel.  There's only a short bit of this one so far.  The Doctor appears.
4.  The Doctor (10th) finds an alien baby.  Also short.

Due South

1.  Untitled Ray Torture Fic.  Sort of similar to the first Torchwood fragment, now that I think of it.  

SGA

1.  Rodney insults an alien leader and is Banished.  THis one would be long and plotty if I ever got round to actually finishing it.  At the moment, it's just the setup.

I think those are all the WIPs I have on the hard drive, except of course for Pencils, of which everything that's been written has been posted, and the Due South Time Travel Story which I know is definitely Something, but am stalled on.  

Does any of these sound like it might be Something?  Answer with what (if anything) you're interested in seeing, and I'll post it.  Edit2: If you ask to see something, please let me know what you think of it!

 

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So I wrote that little story about Rodney stumbling across the Ancient device for making a copy of yourself you can have sex with. Then I had an idea for a darker and more serious take on the same themes--in the comments to that story, I wrote, Now I sort of want to write a serious version modeled after the ST:TNG episode where the transporter accident makes two Rikers, one of whom has spent years stranded on a planet that the other one barely escaped. In my version, I suppose Rodney gets swept up by...dunno, two Wraith culling beams at once? And John&company rescue *one* of them. After about a year, the other one manages to escape, only to return to Atlantis and find that he's already there. Except the only way to end a story like that is to have the copy heroically sacrifice himself, and I don't want to do that to poor extra!Rodney, especially after he's spent a whole year on a Wraith ship."

When I wrote that, I had just started watching season 4. Now I'm at the end, and god DAMN it, Simpsons Did It! With Carson, and of course there weren't the "oh, there's two of them" issues, since the other Carson is, you know, dead. But I was like, Oh, great, I guess I'll take these 18 pages I just wrote and CRAM THEM UP MY ASS.

But I don't wanna, so those 18 pages are today's edition of "Is This Anything?"  The question is not so much, "Is this anything?" but "Is this something that now seems so hopelessly derivative I might as well cram it up my ass?"  

 

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It's time for another exciting round of "Is this anything?"  Today's contestant is a meandering "How did Ianto get from what happened in "Cyberwoman" to playing sex games with Jack?" angst-fic.  (Because Lord knows, there aren't enough of those.)  It does have some bits that I like, but I can't figure out how to bring it around to an actual ending.  



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Here's another story I started and may or may not keep working on. 
("Ontogenetic," by the way, means "Of or relating to ontogenesis," where "ontogenesis" is "the development of an organism from embryo to adult."  It doesn't have anything to do with genetics, except in the most general way.  Read on, and you'll see why I'm telling you this.)

As with the other story-beginning, I'd welcome feedback on whether this is worth pursuing.  It's certainly more original than the other one....but despite the cracky premise, I'd be trying to write it pretty much straight.

            “I hope you’ll consider it,” Dr. Nwebuze says.  “The animal studies are very promising, and we know from the previous human trials that, at the very least, the treatment won’t do any harm.”  The doctor, a petite woman with dark skin and salt-and-pepper hair that is a cap of tight curls, slides a folder across the conference room table toward him.  “Here are some of our preliminary data for you to look over.”

            House barely glances at the folder, but accepts it.  “I’ll think about it,” he says grimly.  As far as he’s concerned, the treatment is  risky.  But being without pain would be nice. 

        

Now that I've finished my ongoing projects, I'm at a bit of a loss for what to write next.   I've got a couple of ideas floating around, but none of them seem that promising. 

Anyway, this is one of them--another House-has-a-long-lost-kid story.  Cause that's what we need more of in this fandom, isn't it? 

Let me know if you think there's any point going on.

Nate kicked the leg of his chair idly.  He was bored, but you couldn’t just sit and play with your Game Boy or your transformers or whatever on the day of your mother’s funeral.  Not really.  Even just being bored felt wrong somehow, like he ought to be too busy being sad to realize he didn’t have anything to do.

 

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