As of 3 March 2017 -- 13 years to the day on LJ! and I definitely appear to be one of the last remaining -- I've done a MAJOR friends list purge. Anyone with a journal long-inactive that I don't interact with regularly on here pretty much hit the chopping block. If you'd like to be added back, though, feel free to pop into the comments!

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Once upon a time, I wrote a fanfic for this show.  People seemed to dig it, so I wrote another.

TITLE:  Things Already Done
(alternate link @ AO3)
FANDOM:  Californication
SUMMARY:  She was having a drink with Hank, and only Hank; something unusual in and of itself.
CHARACTER(S)/PAIRING(S):  Marcy, Hank; slight Hank/Marcy overtones.
SOUNDTRACK:  ...Well, the title comes from a song used on the show; "New Situation" by The Stereotypes.
RATING:  Light R, for the language and a tiny bit of innuendo.
DISCLAIMER:  Tom Kapinos, David Duchovny and Pamela Adlon (and the rest of the staff and cast) own me.  I don't, however sadly (at least in the case of David) own them.  I promise to put them back when I'm done.
SPOILERS: The whole damn thing, from Pilot to La Petite Mort (2x12).
COUNT:  3,628 words.
DUST JACKET/ART:  Because apparently this is my new thing: making artwork for fics that aren't nearly long (or good) enough to warrant the effort.


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Well... against my better judgment, I did promise I'd post it.  Now I'm off to cower in bed for about eight hours and pretend I didn't actually do it.

Despite all the fantastic support from Dasha and Sarah?  I still ran into a bout of last-minute horror about the concept of posting this, and nearly didn't.  So... be gentle, I guess?  (Also, it's pretty damn short, so don't say I didn't warn you.)


TITLE:  Wage Your War
(alternate link @ AO3)
FANDOM:  The X-Files
SUMMARY:  "Okay," he says.  "I'll be careful."
CHARACTER(S)/PAIRING(S):  Mulder, Scully; MSR.
RATING:  PG
DISCLAIMER:  Chris Carter, 1013 Productions and 20th Century FOX hold all the cards, don't look at me.
SPOILERS: Patient X/The Red and the Black, The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati
COUNT:  1,596 words.
DUST JACKET/ART:  I know, did it again, sort of.  It's slightly less lame this time... I hope.



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All right, that's it, folks!  Probably incredibly anti-climactic, but there you have it.  I'm going to slink off to bed and pretend I didn't actually post this.

I promised this fic, to those of you who care, weeks ago.  It's been finished for about as long.  I wrote it before the show's first season came to a close, and I knew -- from what I had read of what was to come -- it wouldn't contradict upcoming canon, as best I could predict, and should fit rather nicely between episodes 1x09 and 1x10.  Looking back, I think I still managed that.

I tried to talk myself out of writing this fic, but it just happened, as such things sometimes do.  Then, once it was done, I shelved it and left it alone, thinking if I ignored it long enough, it would simply go away.  Unfortunately, I made the mistake of mentioning it to a few of you, and then vaguely mentioning it again in an actual post (my subconscious must hate me), and I suppose I'm well past the point where I can do that.  For all the griping I'm doing here, I'm actually quite happy with it.  I'm sure I'll hate it tomorrow, now that it's Out There, but for now, I'm pleased.  I can post it, stick my chin out just a bit, and say: "I wrote this."  I hope you like it.

(Note:  If you're not fond of my layout's formatting of this fic, for whatever reason, all you have to do is tack on ?style=mine to the URL for this entry, and you can read it in the style of your own LJ.)


TITLE:  Waiting for the Miracle
(alternate link @ AO3)
FANDOM:  Californication
SUMMARY:  He's tired of being shrugged off only to be begged back later, ad infinitum, ad nauseam.  Even the dumbest dogs figure that one out eventually.
CHARACTER(S)/PAIRING(S):  Hank, Charlie, Karen, Becca; slight Hank/Karen overtones.
RATING:  Hard R, for a shit-ton of language (though surprisingly, no sex!)
DISCLAIMER:  I own nothing.
SPOILERS: Set between 1x09 and 1x10, so none past that.
COUNT:  5,824 words.
DUST JACKET:  Click for full size!  (I know, what was I thinking?  Try not to laugh too much.)



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TITLE:  Don't Think Twice.
(alternate link @ AO3)
FANDOM:  Veronica Mars
SUMMARY:  "That back gate still open, by any chance?"  "As always."
CHARACTER(S)/PAIRING(S):  Veronica, Logan, Keith; Logan/Veronica.
SOUNDTRACK:  I listened to Bruce Springsteen's Secret Garden quite a bit while writing this, and it also inspired the title, so I'll go with that.
RATING:  PG-13; a bit of language and sexual tension all over the place.
DISCLAIMER:  Rob Thomas owns all (in more ways than one).
SPOILERS:  Set between 1x18 and 1x19, so none past that.
COUNT:  3,750 words.

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Merry belated Christmas, rowanceleste, and I hope you, and everyone else, enjoy the piece.  I think I'm quite happy with how it turned out, after all. :)


Oh!  And in case you missed it, Big Damn VM S1 Post of Love this way!  Not dial-up safe, but it's chock full of pretty, so you know you want to take a peek. ;)