Due to mostly avoidable circumstances which, being me, I managed to not avoid, this LJ went friends-only quite some time ago.

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These are very kindly hosted by the lovely splash_the_cat.

Title: Magnitudes of Zero: A remix of High Ground, by fahye
Author: Claira
Rating: PG
Summary: Cutting off her hair turns out to be the easy part. PILOTS. This no longer fits easily into canon, but ... that's what remixes are for?
Spoilers: Up to Season 3
A/N:: This was written for pxremix and oh my god, this is so late. Like, eight months late, and I feel pretty terrible about that. Basically, I picked at something else (a different fandom, I should just give up at attempting anything that isn't BSG, I fail) and it had stalled. Numerous times.

Then sainfoin_fields remixed my Burning Driftwood with her completely amazing Of Punishing Light. This made me feel really guilty and so I stalked Fahye's ficlist and picked High Ground and then wrote the bulk of this in about three hours.

It's hard remixing something written by someone as talented and brilliant as fahye and I'm quite nervous about how she'll find this, especially given she's currently sitting at my kitchen table and she won't be able to fake her reaction. OH WELL.

With huge thanks to rawles, who jumped in to help out when I needed someone to give me advice and tell me it was okay, and also nitpick my use of semi-colons. All errors left are not her fault.

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( Magnitudes of Zero )

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A long long time ago in a galaxy far away I wrote a silly little fic called Stupid Thing Last Night. Much later (but still a long long time ago), I wrote another one: Stupid Thing Last Night: The Videotape edition.

Not so long ago, a fantastic writer by the name of elzed contacted me with the idea of sequel-ing the ... sequel? And lo, our powers combined across timezone inconveniences and conflicting timetables, and we wrote a fic which is probably eight times as long as the first two combined.

So here it is.

Stupid Thing Last Night: The Rewind.
Authors: stars_like_dust and elzed
Fandom: Battlestar Galactica
Characters/Pairings: Lee/Kara
Rating: NC-17 (no, really)
Spoilers: Season 1; up to early season 2 (Home)
Wordcount: This part: approx 8,300 (total 16,700)
Disclaimer: RDM said we could!

Betaed by the lovely overnighter.

You may need to reread the other two first, as this picks about mid-Videotape edition. :)

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( Stupid Thing Last Night: The Rewind )

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On to part 2.

SO, BSG.

My reaction to this episode was to write 1000+ words of pilot fic in half an hour flat. This 1000 words may be NC17 related, and there may be walls involved, but that's really all I can say, because there are spoilers. rawles had thrown her eye over this briefly, so hopefully it is okay. Er, it's not like there's any PLOT or anything MEANINGFUL in here, so.

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( Untitled. )

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That pretty much sums up my thoughts for the episode.

Although I hate timezone differences, because I'm flailing helplessly and practically everyone's gone to bed!

School holidays (in Australia) are almost over and I start work again on Thursday, which is prompting me to do one final thing before I'm completely crunched for time.

In the comments, hit me with an icon (yours or mine!), include a prompt, and I'll write you something (most likely quite short, drabble-ish) based on it. If I have no idea of the fandom or characters, I'll probably ask for another. I don't watch a whole lot of TV, so this is quite likely - safest bets are anything I've written before, namely BSG, Narnia, Bones, SG1 and various rather shameful things that I still adore. BUT I WILL TRY. :)

I spent the afternoon painting fence palings. I never wish to do this again.

Tomorrow our kitchen gets ripped out, to be closely followed by our bathroom. Oh joy.

However! The sunset was very, very pretty this evening - so pretty I stopped my car and took photos. Is anyone surprised?

Part 1 here.

( Artemis Rising, Part 2. )

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Feedback is lovely. :)

Title: Artemis Rising
Author: Claira
Spoilers: None
Rating: R
Summary: The Word document for this was titled "Academy pilots go on a beach holiday and there is outmaking" for about a year. That should give you a hint. Kara/Lee.
Word count: 11, 200+ (!!!)
A/N: I was cleaning out my WIP folder, and stumbled across this - I'd written it at someone's challenge, and there were about six or seven pages, which was about five more than I thought I'd done. I reread it and liked it and then it took over two days of my life, and now it's 24 pages long. I am aware that it's shamelessly self-indulgent, but how long has it been since, well, anyone on BSG was happy onscreen? Way too long.

With huge thanks to elzed who did a wonderful job at encouraging and betaing, and bantha_fodder for her (as usual) invaluable crit.

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( Artemis Rising, Part 1 )

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Part 2 here.

So, anyway, I was planning lessons this evening and was using a set of commonly misspelled words for the grammar and spelling part, and came across one I don't think I've ever said out loud and certainly didn't know how to spell.

I mentioned this to Fahye, and she was like: "Write a ficlet!"

And I was like "... on what? Are you serious?"

... and then I did.

So this is Booth/Brennan, third season, no spoilers, 570 something words. I have not posted anything fic like for a year. (Which means: please be nice. I'm sorely out of practice.)

Title by Fahye, because I said it needed something dorky, and she complied. Blame her. Blame everything on her.

( Expert Witnesses )

Title: Those Journeymen Divine
Authors: stars_like_dust and fahye
Rating: R
Summary: “Leave it to me,” she says, grinning. “I have a plan.”
Word count: 14,330
A/N: I am currently at Fahye's house. We haven't had a whole lot of sleep in the last 24 hours.

This is set between 'Unfinished Business' and 'Eye of Jupiter' and is, as will become abundantly clear, very AU.

The title is from the poem The Sleepers by Walt Whitman.

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Part 1

Part 2

(Too big for LJ.)

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So, I have been visiting bantha_fodder in the wonderful world of Perth since Tueday, and I thought I would share some of the beautiful pictures that I have taken of such a beautiful city. The flight over was long - it's incredible to me that you can fly for 5 and a half straight hours and still be in the same country - and very tiring, but I was served wine on the plane! And the woman next to me gave me her tiny mango splice ice-cream (Qantas' version of afternoon tea) and so I got two of them! (Which would just make a whole proper one, I think, if you put them together!) and ... yeah. Enough about the flight.

We have been having a fabulous time (of course), and Pen's taken me around to quite a few of the tourist-y spots, which is very nice of her.

( Not really dial-up friendly. )

In about twelve hours, I'll be on the east coast again, in Canberra with fahye. Are you all jealous? You should be. ;)

Title: Stupid Thing Last Night: The Video Tape Edition
Author: Claira
Rating: PG-13
Summary: It's right down the bottom, under a stack of magazines Hover and Hotdog start fighting over, and the tape makes a sharp click as it hits the metal floor. PILOTS, 3655 words.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Ron Moore said I could.
A/N: This is a sequel to Stupid Thing Last Night, and so this will make a lot more sense if you read it first. This is also sort of a very vague remix of Fahye's Benevolent Sibling, but she loves me so that's okay. Thanks to Fahye and Miss Pen for betaing duties.

This is dedicated to bantha_fodder, because I love her muchly.

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( Stupid Thing Last Night: The Video Tape Edition )

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So, I didn't think I'd written much last year, but then I was inspired to do a round up and found out that wasn't exactly correct. Not an amazingly prolific year compared to 2005, but I was a student then, so that's probably a good thing. I've had such a huge year I'd forgotten about half of these, so it was sort of nice to discover them again.

I've split this post into the only two fandoms (if you can call one a fandom) I wrote for, bar Narnia, but I can't be bothered linking to that because anyone on my LJ who reads Narnia has read it already. *g*


( BSG )


Look away now if RPF bothers you. No, really.


( Katie )

In conclusion, being a teacher takes up too much writing time. The flip side is that I was just paid yesterday for being on holidays, which is the most awesome thing ever, and possibly better than having a longer fic list than this. I tag everyone who hasn't done this already to do one of these, because I just spent a delicious hour reading fahye's, and I look forward to repeating that process with the many talented authors on my flist. Go!

P.S. Let me know if a link doesn't work, and I'll fix it. :)

Title: Gold To Iron
Authors: Claira and Fahye
Rating: PG
Word count: 4936
Summary: As Fahye succinctly put it, I wished to write pilot outmaking, and she wished to write post Unfinished Business fic. So we did.

Five First Kisses, post UB.

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She knew she'd already wasted her share of second chances, and the gods had shown quite clearly how far she'd fallen from their favour.

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So. PILOTS. DISCUSS!

I have a question regarding Threadless - how much do their shirts stretch? I am always a size S-M in T-shirts in Australia (mostly a M, because I have broad shoulders and don't like everything to be a tight in a hot Aussie summer), but I am a borderline M-L in their sizes. I don't really want to buy a L and have it waaay too loose because I like my shirts to look nice and fitting. Plus, all girls shirts stretch a little when you put them on.

Any thoughts?

There's one shirt I want so desperately I am seriously considering buying it in a small guys size, just to own it. It's a pity I am ridiculously poor right about now, but if I don't, you know, eat for the next two weeks I can probably handle it.

Also, there is a new pilot snippet from Unfinished Business here - third one listed.

( Spoilery thoughts! )

In other news, I have a cold and fell asleep on my couch after school for an hour, dragged myself to rehearsal and played 3/4 of a futsal game on not very good lungs, and now I have a bad headache and am aching all over. I did score two goals and set two up, though, so I wasn't completely useless.

In better news, out of every senior subject offered, my Ancient History class got the most kids selecting it next year out of any other class, and I hardly advertised it because I didn't want kids taking what is a very hard subject to pass if they weren't prepared to put in the work. I am so, so happy because my HOD is proud of me, Admin is impressed and I feel like it's my greatest accomplishment for the entire year. Yay!

Okay. Shower, then collasping. Good plans.

So, yeah, to actually get work done this evening Fahye and I motivated ourselves using the power of PILOTS; ie, we'd work and then write each other outmaking in 15 minutes! It was an excellent plan.

Hers is here, and it's also important to note she totally cheated and took way more time.

Mine is unbetaed and uploaded for the flist because pilots is always a good thing, right? Right. It's ( here )

In other news, I am a dynamics goddess (Maths C) which is good because I have to teach it tomorrow, and I really, really need to go to bed.

Title: Once More Past The Sun Again
Author: Claira
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None
Summary: Right arm, left, back to right, until the bruises were stark on her skin but the monitor kept flashing red, over and over until Lee couldn't watch anymore. PILOTS in 7420 something words.
Disclaimer: I don't own them!
A/N: Thanks so much to fahye and bantha_fodder who have been so patient and wonderfully blunt in their criticism, deleting commas and superfluous adjectives by the truckload. I have the best betas in the world, seriously.

This has been half-written since December last year. It was supposed to be brynnmck's Christmas present. I'm just a little late.

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( Once More Past The Sun Again )

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Title: The Stitches Around Your Collar (or Five Dresses Kara Wears On Colonial Day)
Author: Claira (who, despite all evidence to the contrary, is alive)
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None, bar some mild speculation about Season 3.
Summary: She thinks she looks okay; pretty, even, and Showboat smiles. Kara/Lee. (Please. As if I write anything else.)
A/N: Thank you to the wonderful Fahye and the equally fantastic bantha_fodder.

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( The Stitches Around Your Collar )

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Title: The Furthest Distance Between Two Points
Author: Pen and Claira
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: To LDYB2.
Summary: 50 sentences about Kara and Lee.
A/N: We do not own the pilots.

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Once, when he was drunk, he told her she was beautiful.

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The management would like to inform you the last time Claira and Pen wrote fic together was August 15th last year. I can't believe it either.

OMG FIC.

Meta! From me! It’s freakishly rare.

This is about Kara and Lee and current fanfiction trends at the moment, which (thank God) have moved away from baby!fic. I’ve read practically every piece of Kara/Lee fanfiction on the internet, minus some on ff.net, and in my many wanders about I keep encountering a now-cliche that perplexes me.

It’s the prevalence of Lee-being-a-total-bastard-to-Kara, who is either injured/ditched by Sam (for another woman or the Cylons)/tortured by Cylons/a widow, having lost Sam to the Cylons/pregnant (to Lee, Sam or the Cylons)/etc, etc. I bet you any money that if you regularly read fanfiction with a heavy Kara/Lee focus, one of those has been somewhere in last month of fics you've read.

( Cut for length. )

ETA: This is not some form of passive-aggressive bitchery towards anyone in the fandom. It's just me trying to work out in my own head why so many authors/readers like this sort of fiction, myself included. If you take it personally, that was completely not my intention.