indiana_j: (Walking alone)
"Ready?" you asked, voice muffled as you stretched across the driver's seat.  Even with Bucket's dim interior light on, I could barely make out your face but I know the sound of your smiles; I could hear the tug of your lips even through that one word and I couldn't stop my answering smile even if I'd wanted to.

"Alright, Merlin," I said, half-laughing, as I rested my hip on the cooling hood of my - our - car.  "Show me the magic."

Your laugh grew from a muffled chuckle into a warm crescendo as the car went completely quiet and, as my eyes adjusted to the sudden desert darkness, I heard you slither back out, heard the car door slam shut and, as I squinted in the inky blackness, heard the crunch of your sneakers on the sandy dirt beneath our feet.

I laughed, suddenly, when you walked right into me; it hadn't been deliberate and it was a delight, that sudden press of you against me, our personal bubbles bending enough to encompass both of us.  Now, when you laughed, I felt it vibrate through my hip and shoulder and my response wasn't verbal or physical - you couldn't see it.  That flip of the heart, that stuttering, that never failed to happen when you were around.

A hand on my hip urged me away from the car and despite the knowledge that there might be coyotes or snakes or even just a hole to fall and break a leg in, I couldn't help but follow your lead.  We don't go far; when we stopped, you slipped behind me, hands on my hips with finger tips slipping just so under the hem of my sleep rumpled t-shirt.

"Lean back."  Murmured like that into my ear, why would I not do exactly that?  Back against your chest, head against your shoulder, I know what you want me to do - I stared up.

Up, up and up.  Into the never-ending dark as ink night sky; I looked up as the millions of diamond like stars stared curiously back down at us.  I felt tears well up as I tried to soak in the universes that existed just out of reach - so close and yet so far away.  The tears couldn't fall, though, not as I felt our breathing fall into a familiar pattern as you started to move us, as we danced to the music that forever existed in your head, with the stars as the only witness.

For a moment, I had a weird sensation of falling up and wondered what it would be like to drown in a sea of stars; but you grounded me to the desert floor, to this weird and stupid life we attempted to wade through.

(Remember these?)
indiana_j: (Writing)
I'm trying to jolt myself into writing again so posting this very unpolished, unfinished Inception fic.  This part has Adrienne, Arthur and a bit of Dom at the end.  If I finish, the entire gang will show up.

Also, warning, it deals with someone's passing and subsequent funeral.  In essence, Arthur comes to Adrienne to deliver some bad news.

Aaaand any apologies to anyone who actually speaks French. -.-

“There’s more to life than dreams, my dear. Some people forget that.” )
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Three days in and Mary was finally convinced that she had learned, if not yet mastered, the rhythms and patterns of the eldest Holmes' household.  Mycroft was in many ways much like his younger brother but different in others.

Where Sherlock seemed to embrace the very nature of chaos, his brother clung with the Holmes' own special brand of tenacity to the idea of order.  His order, perhaps, but order nonetheless.

He had a routine for every minute of the day and, regardless of if she was in the way or not, that routine would continue as if she weren't even then.  Not that Mycroft was rude to her or, at least, he wasn't rude to her by his defination.  He made sure to engage her in conversation, instructed Stanely to attend to her every need, and kept her abreast of what news he heard from her husband and Sherlock.

Mycroft also had no apparent issue with wandering his house in the nude, either, or randomly walking into her rooms without knocking or commenting on anything, and everything, that crossed his mind.  And, after three days, Mary had realized that a great many things crossed the mind of Mycroft Holmes.

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So, I really don't know where this is going ...

He's not supposed to exist. )

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Title: Miracles for Sale
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Caroline Julian, Booth
Subject: Providing miracles is tiring work.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 363
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Bones, Caroline Julian, Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast

"Are you bribing me, Agent Booth?" )

Title: Trust Not the Coyote
Fandom: Bones
Characters: Caroline Julian
Subject: Never trust the storyteller.  Only trust the story
Rating: PG
Word Count: 256
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Bones, Caroline Julian, Never trust the storyteller.  Only trust the story

After all, no one is a true, one hundred percent good person. )

Title: And We Will Walk Side by Side Once More
Fandom: Babylon 5
Characters: Ivanova, Deleen
Subject: Loyalty trumps grief
Rating: PG
Word Count: 187
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Babylon 5, Susan Ivanova, loyalty

And their footfalls would echo amongst the planets and would shake the very foundation of the universe. )


Title: The Wolf at the Door
Fandom: Fringe
Characters: Astrid Farnsworth
Subject:  The job changes you.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 341
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Fringe, Astrid Farnsworth, The yellow fog that rubs its back upon the window-panes,
The yellow smoke that rubs its muzzle on the window-panes
Licked its tongue into the corners of the evening,
Lingered upon the pools that stand in drains,
Let fall upon its back the soot that falls from chimneys,
Slipped by the terrace, made a sudden leap,
And seeing that it was a soft October night,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep

sometimes she wrote rude sayings thta Walter had taught her )


Title: Kisses
Fandom: Leverage
Characters: Parker
Subject:  Parker’s way of showing affection.  No, really.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 318
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Leverage, Parker, the ways she shows affection and the ways she never will

But she likes the dream. )

Title: Escape
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Rose Tyler
Subject: Crowds are never around for the important things
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 173
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt doctor who, martha jones, rose tyler or amy pond

just like a soldier boy, I been out fighting wars
that the world never knows about, but I never win them loud
there are no crowds around me


Escape came in the dark )


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Title: Damnation
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Characters: Mary, Mrs. Hudson, (Baker Street Irregulars, Holmes, Watson)
Subject: If one is going to be married to Watson - and thereby, Holmes - one has to be a step ahead of the game.
Word Count: 782
Notes:  No beta and it was written for the Awesome Ladies Ficathon for the prompt Sherlock Holmes, Mary Morstan, solving a case

"Dearest Mary," she intoned to an empty study, "Sherlock is in a right snit, must go play nanny, love, your brilliant and loving husband, John." )

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Title:  For Want of a Hat
Characters:  Irene Adler, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: G
Subject:  The story of the first meeting
Comments:  Not beta read in the least, completely off the cuff

For Want of a Hat )
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Title: Race the Dark
Author: [ profile] indiana_j 
Recipient: [ profile] boysinperil for the '10 [ profile] apocalyptothon 
Fandom: Firefly
Rating: PG13
Spoilers:  For the entire run of Firefly and Serenity
Warnings:  Erm.  Dark fic is dark.
Summary:  Run until the end of everything.
A/N: Thanks to [ profile] deathpixie for her help with the beta!


Race the Dark )


indiana_j: (Alice // White Queen)
Title:  Adoption
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (2010)
Rating: G
Characters:  Lord 'Howard' Ascot, Alice
Summary:  Amongst the gardens of Hong Kong, Lord Ascot takes Alice under his wing.
A/N:  Completely unbetaed but I wanted to get this out of my heeeaaad...

Lord Ascot realized how much of a waste it would have been had Alice Kingsley become Alice Ascot )
indiana_j: (broken through)
This was totally based on the hell I went through tonight (irony!  I was actually out of damned milk!) and what I think happens to the crazy people in the stores.

Fancy some milk? )
indiana_j: (Default)
I have no idea about this one - my brain is a strange place.

Spam )
indiana_j: (Default)
"Can you see up ahead?" I asked, again, hands hanging limp and loose on the steering wheel and legs stretched out to either side of the pedals.  We were in no danger of drifting as we had been stuck in the same spot for the last forty-five minutes.

He was only half in the car with me - a foot pressed against the dashboard for support, a hip hitched over the open window.  I couldn't see the rest of him but I knew him well enough to know that he would be resting his chin on forearms crossed over each other.  He could sleep anywhere and I worried that he would slip off from his tenuous perch, half asleep and unawares.

Shifting let me know that the danger of head wounds, broken hips and bruised egos had passed.  "Still nothing," he said as fingers that expertly played piano tapped out a tinny rhythm on the roof of the car.  "Nothing but brake lights.  Kind of pretty, though..."

I hated to admit it but he was right.  We were in the desert and night had fallen an hour or so before hand.  Brake lights, harsh and red, and the stars, cool and white, were the only illumination for miles around us.

We city folk - so inured to inexplicable traffic delays that a congestion that could have been set down by God himself had not phased us - were enthralled.  Amazed, enamored, frightened of the primal feelings it stirred.

He had grinned, wondering at what our ancestors would have thought.  'Of what?'  'Of how we scoff at the fear - it's there for a reason.'

The speed at which he fully rejoined me in the car had me wondering if he'd managed to insult gravity.  It was a graceless, but at the same time oddly graceful, movement that resulted in his shirt being rucked up.

Never able to resist, I placed my right hand on his skin, fingers splayed, to feel the warmth, the life, of this man in my car.  Laughing, he grabbed it and brought my hand up to his mouth, kissing the knuckles chastely.

A grin, then, with teeth white in the dark, before he playfully bit.  I yelped and smacked at him as I pretended the pain to be more than it was.  He snatched at my hand and I let him, as I always do, retake it within his larger one.

"Cars are moving," he informed me, buckling up.


"Yeah - they're being directed to go off the road and around."

My heart did an odd beat in my chest.  The car had been my father’s until he had to give up driving for good.  In a fit of goodwill that had been his trademark, he had simply given us the car.  To me, it was a precious thing, a legacy, but even my love of the car could not transform it from the slight wreck that it was.

"Off-roading?" I asked, aghast.  "In Bucket?"

However, how could I have resisted when he leaned over, lips against the shell of my ear, and said, "Come on, even Bucket deserves an adventure"?

I didn't even try.

After all, I would like to think that my father would have approved.
indiana_j: (Writing Quill)

"We should go away."

I looked up from the cramped kitchen table that held court in the middle of an equally cramped kitchen. It was an island of bills, text books from classes that ended at the start of the summer, a plate of donuts and three cats.


"Go away.  Us.  Somewhere."  He scrubbed at the side of his head and I watched as the cowlicks made a determined run for freedom.  My hands itched to smooth it back down but they were sticky from pen ink and kitten tongues.

I had a billion reasons to say no.  I had work.  We had projects half-started and forgotten on the apartment.  My mother had forgotten who I was just last week.  The cats would form a cabal and eventually take over the world while using the petsetter as their puppet.  Money - god, always money.

But I found myself saying yes because of the smile that peeked around the carton of milk as he carefully drank from.  Because the city had been stifling me for weeks.  Because my mom had forgotten my name just last week.

"Just us?" I asked, sitting back in my chair, all long legs and arms that I'd never grown into but for some reason that he adored.

He crinkled at me and I knew he'd age into his father.  A thousand wrinkles and adorable as any baby.  "Just us."

indiana_j: (Flowers)
Title:  Bathroom Tiles
Fandom:  Star Trek: Reboot
Characters: Pretty much everyone for at least a bit or two - McCoy mostly
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,961
Summary:  McCoy must come to grips with the results of a dangerous mission
Disclaimer:  If I owned them, I would be sooo rich.
A/N:  Thanks so much to [ profile] jbmcdragon who did a fantastic beta for me (and to [ profile] alestar , who didn't immediately throw things at me despite her busy schedule when she accepted it ;) ).  Disturbing images regarding injuries (or I think so anyway), so there's a reason the R is there.  Plus there is character death.

indiana_j: (*smirk* Weasleys)
Title:  A Night in the Woods
Fandom:  Harry Potter
Characters: Hermione Granger, Viktor Krum, Harry Potter, Ron, Bill and Arthur Weasley, one brief OC.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4,218
Summary:  A look at how the Death Eater's attack on the night of the Quidditch World Cup might have gone.
Disclaimer:  If I owned them, I would be sooo rich.
A/N:  I normally don't post unbetaed stories but I've been sitting on this for forever so apologies for any mistakes in the writing.

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(If anyone could suggest some good comms to post this to...)

Title:  In and Out of Love and Back Again
Fandom:  Star Trek: Reboot
Characters: Leonard McCoy, Jocelyn McCoy, James T. Kirk
Rating: PG
Word Count: 6,090
Summary:  A look at the rise and fall of McCoy's love life.
Disclaimer:  If I owned them, I would be sooo rich.
A/N:  Obviously, spoilers for the movie.  And many, many thanks to [ profile] incandescently who took a look at this for me. :D

In and Out of Love and Back Again )

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Another Bones snippet.  *grins* For those shippers out there, there's always underlying tones, you know? ;)

You're not dead, Jim. )


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