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Title: A Capital Mistake
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Rating: PG-13
Length: 4153
Written for: Fandom_Stocking, for Brighteyed_Jill
Summary:It is a capital mistake to theorize before you have all the evidence. It biases the judgment.
                                - Sherlock Holmes, "A Study in Scarlet", p. 27

Sherlock hasn't been right since Irene. John has a pretty good idea how he can help, but exactly how the hell does one turn casually to Sherlock Holmes and say, "So was your brother right? *Are* you still a virgin?"
Warnings: Spoilers for "Scandal in Belgravia"

( A Capital Mistake )

 

Okay, I feel like I need to explain the hell out of this thing. You'll notice that it's a really, really significant departure from what I usually write. My defense? I had to! They made me! No seriously, it was the first challenge for sd_ldws. The prompt: Write crackfic. Word limit: 300 (And yes, that did damn near kill me. My first draft? 534 words.)


Title: Three Basic Rules
Fandom: Hawaii 5-0 (2010)
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG
Length: 300
Written for: sd_ldws Challenge #1
Summary: Steve figured there had to be a reason Danny hates the beach, hates the sunlight and refuses to surf, but he never expected this.
Warnings: none


Steve thought the bullet had only hit the headlight, but as Danny’s car died on a moonlit backroad at quarter-to-one, he realized he may have been wrong.

Danny glared at him. “’Only cosmetic damage’. Why do I listen to you?”

Steve hit the hood-release, certain he could repair the damage and get them home before dawn. “I’ll fix it; you sit there and whine. Once I’m done, I expect you to spring for burgers on the way back.”

Danny flipped him off. “I cannot eat this late at night.” He climbed out to watch Steve tinker. “So… what’d you do to my car?” Steve fiddled with a hose - which promptly popped loose and sprayed water on Danny.

“Oh fuck! You did not get me wet!” Danny jumped back, swearing and trying desperately to wipe the water off on anything available.

Wondering how the hell a little water rated that much drama, Steve turned and saw something rolling and pulsing under Danny’s shirt before three little fuzzy balls plopped out.

“Holy shit!” Steve barked, eyes wide. “This is why you won’t surf? Why you hate the Hawaiian sun? You’re a damn Gremlin?”

“Mogwai, fuck-you-very-much,” Danny mumbled as the three furballs uncoiled into small critters with abnormally huge eyes.

Steve blinked owlishly. “Christ, this is where Grace came from?”

“That’s what you want to say to me, right now?”

“That’s what sprang to mind first. This is why you hate the beach. The water, the sun. And no burgers… it’s after midnight.” Steve was practically giddy with figuring it out.

“Yeah, well, I figure, you’re the one with a dark basement for these guys.”

Steve’s eyes got wide. “Wait, did I just become an unwed-father, Gizmo?”

Danny grinned as he got back in the car and Steve went back to work.

Title: Hoa (Chapter 1)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: Total: 9004  This Chapter:
Written for:  Yuletide 2010
Summary:   “You’d rather that, for the sake of my sixty-something-year-old parents we keep the definition of ‘my partner’ to mean ‘that guy I work with who periodically tries to kill me with his stunt driving’?”

Danny wants to take Steve back to Jersey for Thanksgiving.

Hoa Chapter 1  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3
Hoa Chapter 2  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3
Hoa Chapter 3  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3


( Chapter 1 -Hoʻomanaʻo ʻana )

Title: Hoa (Chapter 3)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Steve/Danny
Length: Total for all parts: 9004
Written for:  Yuletide 2010
Summary:   “You’d rather that, for the sake of my sixty-something-year-old parents we keep the definition of ‘my partner’ to mean ‘that guy I work with who periodically tries to kill me with his stunt driving’?”

Danny wants to take Steve back to Jersey for Thanksgiving.

Hoa Chapter 1  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3
Hoa Chapter 2  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3
Hoa Chapter 3  on LJ  |  on DW  | on AO3


(  Chapter 3 - Hele lua )

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All the footnotes in the world...


Hoʻomanaʻo ʻana: memory
Kakahiaka: morning
Hele lua: traveling together

 

Side Street, it turns out is a real place. Unlike Sandamar.
Grace was listening to "Interplanet Janet".
Grace and Steve were listening to "Shot Heard 'Round the World".
Danny wanted them to listen to the ones about Brains or Conjunctions
Yes, the Honolulu airport really has a kids' area in the USO.

You know, one of these days, I'll manage to completely get organized in one system before another system takes over... Today is not that day.

Right now the best place to find my stories, organized well beyond my ability to do it manually in any journaling system, is to look for them here:

Waldo's Home at An Archive of Our Own


So far, to the best of my knowledge all of the stories I've written in the following fandoms are posted at AO3 and I'm working on the others (SGA, SG-1, Phantom Menace, West Wing and others) daily.

• Battlestar Galactica (2003)
  
• Eureka 
  
• Hercules: the Legendary Journeys
• Horatio Hornblower
• Merlin
• NCIS
• NCIS: Los Angeles
• Psych
  
• Sports Night
• Stargate: Atlantis
  
• Torchwood
• White Collar

There are 120 stories there as of January 1, 2010.

You do NOT need an AO3 account to leave a comment there. You will simply be asked to provide an email address. This is not shared with anyone, it just keeps the bots away as well as allowing you to receive responses to your comments.

If you'd like an invitation to join the AO3, let me know and I'll be happy to request an invite for you.

I will continue to post my stories to both my Livejournal account (smallwaldo) and my Dreamwidth account (Waldos_writings) to maintain a back-up as well as for the ease of those who really prefer not to leave LJ/DW to find their fic, but if you're looking for my back catalog, the AO3 version is vastly improved over the system I was attempting here.

Thanks for reading!

Title: Wander for Distraction
Rating: NC-17
Length: 2449
Summary: Neal has to fly for the first time since the explosion. He says he's okay with it, but Peter knows better. Peter also knows what to do to *make* it okay.
Written for: Porn Battle X, prompts: comfort, out of town, fingers, waiting, quickie
Notes: Takes place after season one, but has no direct spoilers for season 2.



“We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.”
                 - Hilaire Belloc


( Wander for Distraction )

Title: Five Minutes to Grieve
Rating: PG-13
Length: 310 words (Hey, I said word counts were just guidelines! :)
Summary: Post-"Found". What comes next?
Written for: callenhanna Three Weeks for Dreamwidth challenge. Prompt words: foreign and domestic



Callen is under absolutely no illusions about what his team expects of him now. Sam is dealing with his grief and helplessness by escorting Dom’s body to the morgue. Nate is filling out the paperwork necessary for Dom’s parents to receive his death benefits. Hetty is filling out Dom’s termination paperwork in between bouts of counseling agents and techs who have never lost a teammate before. Kensi is mopping up the crime scene, combing it relentlessly for bullets and casings and anything else they can use to bring down anyone within a lightyear of this clusterfuck.

Eric has been staring at the freezeframe of Dom’s face on the video – just before he was shot, Sam’s name still on his lips in warning – and crying for at least the hour Callen has been back.

Callen has called Vance, arguing the point and winning that he should make the first call to Dom’s parents. Vance could call once their shock had worn off. He called, asking for Mr. Vaile and trying not to sound as detached as he’s starting to feel.

Sam’s back by the time Callen’s off the phone – Callen can hear the rhythmic thwap-thwap-thwap of his hands on the bag hanging upstairs.

Callen opens his laptop and begins to comb through the various forms and reports on the server for the ones he needs before just searching for ‘terrorism’. When it comes back with the reply ‘FOREIGN or DOMESTIC’ Callen leans back in his chair and stares at the blue text on white.

Suddenly he has to think about exactly how this happened. That it happened in their own backyard. That Sam literally had Dom in hand and they still managed to lose him to foreign terrorists.

Hoping everyone else is too wrapped up in their own grief, Callen pushes his laptop aside and rests his head on his folded arms, letting the first tear fall. He’ll give himself five minutes to get it back under control, and then he’ll go back to being what his team needs.

Title: A Different Kind of Fix
Rating: PG
Length: 1297 Words
Pairing: Peter/Neal pre-slash; Elizabeth Approves.
Summary: It's the night after the plane exploded and Neal needs something.


( A Different Kind of Fix )

Title: Some Good Thing
Rating: R
Length: 615
Written for: NCISDaily Prompt #17 - green
Summary: In 1620, Sir John Melton wrote: "If a man walking in the fields find any four-leaved grass, he shall in a small while after find some good thing.
G likes to explore Sam's tattoos.

( Some Good Thing )

Title: A Different Kind of Sanctuary
Rating: PG-13
Length: 1259
Summary: As an adult G had only gone into a church for two reasons.  Weddings and Funerals.
Written for: NCISDaily Prompt #15 - church
Notes: Ties in with "None Loves the Messenger" and "Thinking Inside the Box".