For the longest time I would never start a story until the previous one was finished. Oh how times have changed.

These ideas are not up for grabs as I plan on finishing them. Eventually. The next post will have the abandoned ideas.



Nick/Greg

The ongoing project right now is The Form Complete AU. I have the first story done and the second is hanging out in my head. I have a general outline for how the whole universe goes, but it's not in any sort of organized shape. Each of the stories/chapters will be titled via Leaves of Grass, though.




Speed/OMC

I swear I'm going to finish Leave the Past Behind. I just need to stop reading Speed/Tyler for the interim.




Stan/Casey

I have an entire Stan/Casey series planned out in my head. It starts with Echoes Inhabit the Garden and goes on from there.

1. Intro to Stan & Casey, 'Echoes Inhabit the Garden'
2. Smutty interlude, 'Rain' (in process)
3. Dreaded transition, 'Five Days after Two' (in process)
4. Humor with a side of angst, Zeke comes home for Spring Break (written in answer to all the wrongheaded Zeke/Casey shippers)
5. Drunken smut, on the roof of Prom
6. Smut, a lazy, sweaty summer day at the cabin
7. Angst, a series of phone messages and emails from their first few weeks at college (previewed here)
8. Smut/schmoop, Christmas at the cabin & cuddling by the fire during their junior year of college
9. Schmoop, Graduations
10. Schmoopy/angst, the future and high school reunions

Casey thinks maybe it was the rain that woke him.

Even though he had slipped seamlessly from the dark quiet of sleep to the dark quiet of awake, he's pretty sure it was the rain. He can barely hear the hiss and splatter of water against the window, but it makes him think finding the bathroom would be a good idea. That would mean leaving his afghan-wrapped bubble of warmth, though, and he's not quite ready to do that.

Stan makes a surprisingly comfortable bed.




Oliver/Percy

Not related to my story for the much troubled Percy/Oliver Fic Carnival, but still something I think about.

It was, Percy decided, ridiculous. To survive the war only to die because some Muggle couldn't control his auto.

Truly ridiculous.

Gavin shifted uneasily in his arms, and Percy pulled his attention away from the tomb marker long enough to soothe his son. The infant subsided almost immediately, snuggling back into the curve of his father's neck, obviously at ease in the tall man's arms.

Eventually, the rememberance ceremony ended but Percy stayed in his seat, saying his last goodbyes to the woman who had been his wife for the past three years.





Remus/Sirius

Oh, Remus/Sirius. You were the pairing that broke me to slash. I started this before OotP, obviously, and do still love the idea. It's very magic-y and plotty, hence my reluctance to work on it in the first place. But I see yet another AU in my future.

It was a fine thing, Lily thought, to be the one who had to facilitate all of the emotional conversations in a group simply because you're the only girl. It wasn't that she didn't like Sirius, or that she hadn't noticed the recent changes in his behavior, but he was James' friend first. And Remus'. And Peter's.

One of them should be climbing the million and a half steps to the Astronomy classroom to confront Sirius.

Well, perhaps not Peter. Sirius had a way of smiling that sent the smaller boy running. And not James either. He and Sirius would simply get frustrated with each other and end up wrestling. And Remus was right out. Aside from the fact he was just about as communicative as a brick some times, there were still occasional thick moments of pain from what had occurred between them in the fall.




Danny/Casey and Fraser/RayK

The Luxury of Canada is an epic tale everlastingwhy and I have been planning for years. We just never get around to writing it. I do so love writing Sorkin dialogue, though. Here is the first scene:

Dan was in the zone.

His script was a thing of beauty and not even the rather conspicuous absence of his writing partner could dim his joy.

Well, it dims it a little. Dan shrugged off the co-dependent thought and managed not to look when Casey wandered in from his meeting with Dana.

"Hey, what did Dana want?" When only an extended silence met his query, Dan finally glanced up from editing his script. "Casey? Hello? Ground control to Major Casey!"

Casey looked up from the file in his hands and blinked once. "I'm sorry, did you say something?"

"What. Did. Dana.Want?"

"How do you feel about dogsled racing, Danny?" Casey couldn't quite hide his rather frightening grin.

"Dogsled racing?"

"Dogsled racing. Dogs, sleds, uh, snow."

Dan set his pen aside with a sigh and waved goodbye to the zone. "Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you attempting to suss out my innermost feelings on dogsled racing?"

"The Iditarod."

"The Iditarod?"

"Anchorage to Nome? 1049 miles? The crown jewel of dogsled racing?"

Dan made a move-it-along motion with his hand. "Yes, Casey. Thanks to your freakish obsession with animal assisted sporting events, I am quite familiar with the specifics of the Iditarod."

"Well, Dana, also being acquainted with my *affection* for certain non-traditional sports, has offered us a once in a lifetime opportunity." The freaky, dangerous grin returned.

"Casey - "

"Our mission, should we choose -"

"No."

"Danny -"

"Casey, no. It's in the middle of March Madness. You remember, the NCAA Men's Basketball Tournament? A real sport? The thing we get paid to cover?"

"Which is why we're not to Anchorage in March."

"We're not?"

"We're not." Casey pointed to the folder in his hands. "We're going to Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada in February."

"OK, I'll bite. What's in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada?"

"Not what, who."

"Who, then, is in Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada?"

"That would be Ray Kowalski and his team of sled dogs." Casey handed Dan a photo of a scruffy blond man surrounded by frolicking dogs.

"And we care about Ray Kowalski and his dogs because?"

Casey counted off points on his fingers. "This is his first Iditarod. Until he emigrated to BFE, Canada three years ago, he was a police officer in Chicago. He was involved in that nuclear sub thing a couple years back."

"Hmmm."

"And rumor has it his training partner is a deaf wolf."

"Hey, Casey?" Natalie stuck her head in the door, interrupting what Dan was sure would have been a stunning riposte on the subject of deaf wolves, and held out a stack of paper with a smirk. "I've got that stuff you wanted."

"What's that look for?" In Dan's vast experience, good things never came from Natalie sporting that expression.

"What look?" Natalie widened her eyes in a grotesque parody of innocence.

"The look that says you know more than we do about something."

"Considering the collected works of things I know which you do not would fill the Library of Congress, I can only assume you are referring to my everyday look." She tossed Casey the packet. "Have fun in Inuvik, Casey."

"That doesn't sound promising, Case." In fact, had Casey bothered to ask, Dan would have told him it sounded downright threatening.

"She's just mad she had to do this research."

"Danny? Natalie asked me to remind you that your feet get cold easily." Jeremy looked confused as he dropped a pile of videotapes onto Dan's desk.

"Casey, where the hell are you taking me?"

"Um... Canada

"Casey."

"I'm not exactly sure, all right? I just know it's Inuvik, Northwest Territories, Canada."

"Well then, my friend, it's McNally time." Dan gestured expansively towards the bookshelf and for a long moment the office was quiet except for the thin woosh of flipping pages.

"Casey, I'm going to fucking kill you."