Hiding fandom in the underwear drawer since 1977

For cofax7 
So, I really wanted to write something original and new, involving Leia Organa, Dana Scully, and Susan Pevensie and Agent Carter discussing career planning at Peggy's retirement party at a B&B on Chincoteague Island where they all bitch about getting lost in the Pentagon parking lot and maybe a dead body turns up. But that's plot and story and I just didn't have time. So, let's add that to the to-do list.

What I offer instead is something from a very, very long time ago, when I was deep into writing X-Jedi 2 -- a Star Wars/Xfiles crossover with Han, Leia, Luke and Mara wandering about DC with Mulder and Scully, dancing the macarena, smashing blue crabs, visiting the LGBs, blowing stuff up, going to a shooting range where Mara and Leia tried a slug-thrower, and trying to find Mulder's lost spooky. I wrote it with the incomparable Ginef and JackieeC and you can still find the story in odd places on the Internet though as far as I know we never archived it anywhere. This was written after XJ2, and was posted to the Club Jade listserve and expresses enormous fan frustration with ridiculous plots and no RST. It might be have been a collaboration with Ginef and Jackie, or it might have been just me. So, Cofax, I hope a line or two gives you some amusement this day. It does assume, alas, some familiarity with the character of Mara Jade and spoofs the end of The Last Command.

( X-Jedi 3 -- the clone's name was Muulder )

 

 

Cross posting problems -- entry is here for now, http://rthstewart.livejournal.com/122541.html

So, I followed a link of cofax7 to a post by sara about the OTW elections and then to the comments where it was reflected that when fandom friends are feeling low, one sends porn, but this left a problem with Real Life friends. What do you send them when they feel low? We do not send porn to our next door neighbor whose SUV got totaled in the car pool line or our executive assistant whose Nalgene water bottle spilled all over her netbook and night school notes on the Metro. The answer for these RL woes is pound cake. I feel this is a profound observation on a scale with the answer to the meaning of life being 42.  We need icons and banners reflecting this profundity:  Life’s got me down, please send porn. Or pound cake.  Not to say that I need either, at the moment, though I would never say no to gift pics or fic or pound cake.  or Heath bars.

Anyway, moving on. Writing continues, with me sorta scratching my head with how to have Peter meet Jill without merely re-treading the beginning of TQSiT (any thoughts appreciated). Also l_a_r_m on  toomuchtebbitt continues to have new pretty pictures (British embassy in black and white most recently) and I do the odd bit of pic fic on Tumblr.  metonomia reblogged this from Old World:

(Source: old world
and she then added wonderfully:
katybee:
Very technically I understand that this is the Flight to Egypt, but we’re going to go ahead and pretend it’s Mary and Richard Russell (and their stalwart donkey friend, who likes to chew Mary’s coattails but that’s okay, she doesn’t mind), or maybe Mary and Asim, lost in the desert, though they’d never admit it.

To which I added:
They are not lost. They never are lost though they do wander, as Mary is fond of saying. At night, Asim sees a vision of a girl, sometimes blonde, sometimes red-haired, but always glowing with the God-light. She sits between the paws of a great Lion. "Some day, I shall meet her," Asim says. "Some day."

And we have fic! Filling in the gaps – written for the awesome snacky for her birthday.  By way of background, Peter and Susan partake of the The Great Bonding and, among other things, meet Dalia and Lambert on the hunt in I love not man the less.  In The Palace Guard, there is an assassination attempt, which results in the formation of the Guard. The black Panther, Wrasse, assumes temporary guard of Peter.

Filling in the gaps for snacky
About 2,000 words
Rated T
For the second, Prince Caspian, part, it’s a bit of Peter/Caspian, if you squint with slash goggles on.

( Birthday fic, Filling In the Gaps )

Happy Birthday to the fabulous and talented ilysia_039 
Oh gosh... I owe birthday fic...  Errrr, hold on...  I've just skimmed the whole of the next two chapters and I think it's really boring and it needs massive cutting, but here's an excerpt:


The house seemed smaller.  Everything seemed smaller and Susan recalled what Aslan had said about how he had seemed bigger because they themselves were.

And she was bigger, far bigger, so large and so complex a person that she no longer felt it all could fit in the confines of Susan Pevensie.  She stared a long time at the freshly laundered school uniform hanging on the bedroom closet door and blinked back tears.  The graying starched blouse and skirt that hit at just the wrong place, the flannel jacket and tie would replace the sensible, but very fashionable and flattering, Washington dresses that Mrs. Caspian favored.  

She was not sure she could do it.  It was like the way Lucy packed – tossing everything into too small a case, sitting on it, and hoping it would all fit, even if the thing was fit to burst.  Susan Pevensie wasn’t  large enough for her many selves.  She had to find a way for them to peacefully coexist.  

Or, perhaps all she needed was a bigger suitcase.  Maybe a steamer trunk.  Or, and she smiled as she became hopelessly ensnared in the metaphor and Aslan gave her the answer – a wardrobe.  

This was not the first time she had learned how a confined space could hold something so very much greater.  Yes, she could fill a space the size of Narnia, or France, perhaps.  

“Susan?” Lucy asked from her bed.

“Just thinking about how much I do not wish to return to school.”

Lucy sniffed.  “It will be horrid.”  She sounded so miserable, Susan stopped staring at the stupid schoolgirl uniform and immediately crossed over to Lucy’s bed.  Sitting, she took her sister in her arms.

“So what is this all about?” Susan asked, dabbing Lucy’s dribbling tears.  “You’ve been keeping something inside a long time.  What had to wait until I returned?”

So, the following is 800 words of birthday fic for Autumnia! Who is yet another totally awesome person born in the month of October.

Yes, indeed, this is an excerpt from the 7,000 plus words and growing Chapter 1 of Part 3 of TSG, Apostolic Way.  The chapter is entitled, The Other End of the Varsity Line.

Peter and Edmund are at Radcliffe Hospital and have just run a gauntlet by the Nurses’ Station and a very flirtatious Nurse Hawkins. Immovable Object (Peter) meets Irresistible Force (Nurse Hawkins) with snarky Edmund providing snarky running commentary.

( Just a little bit for Autumnia. If I had been more productive, it would have been a whole chapter. )