pain and suffering in various tempos

The Pack: A Stargate: Atlantis AU - Chapter 9
by ashinae and jay_linden
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10


( "Sir?" )

The Pack: A Stargate: Atlantis AU - Chapter 7
by ashinae and jay_linden
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10


( They weren't going anywhere. The silence was frosty. John stalked back to the door and tried to force it open with his bare hands. )

The Pack: A Stargate: Atlantis AU - Chapter 5
by ashinae and jay_linden
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10


( John staggered naked out of the shower, dropping his towel behind him. He looked wordlessly at Rodney. )

The Pack: A Stargate: Atlantis AU - Chapter 3
by ashinae and jay_linden
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10


( Ford was gone. Grodin was dead. )

The Pack: A Stargate: Atlantis AU - Chapter 1
by ashinae and jay_linden
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10


( This was not exactly John Sheppard's best day ever. )

Title: Time Enough and Space
Authors: ashinae and linden_jay
Fandoms: Firefly and Doctor Who (Tenth & Eleventh Doctors)
Pairing(s): River/Simon
Rating/Warning: PG-13 for one instance of bad language.
Word Count: 25570
Summary: Simon Tam is an extraordinarily good liar. River isn't his baby sister. She isn't even human. She's a Time Lady, her mind shattered due to a failed attempt to use the Chameleon Arch in her TARDIS to hide herself and escape the Time War with Simon. Something went horribly wrong, and now they're fugitives and the Alliance has the TARDIS. Trapped in a time and place where aliens are myths, and time travel is impossible, they find refuge on board Serenity, and Simon tries to make a life for them there, and keep River safe.

Until one day, on an unremarkable little planet, two very remarkable people walk into the same little shop as Simon and River.

Donna Noble... and the Doctor.

Notes: For au_bigbang. Thanks weaselett for creating such lovely artwork and to sabrinagb and fiercy for their beta work.

And the disclaimer: Firefly is the brainchild of Joss Whedon. We are not Joss. Doctor Who is the brainchild of Sydney Newman, and many many others, and we are not them, either. We wrote this for fun, not for profit.



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Time Enough and Space: A Firefly/Doctor Who Crossover AU - chapter 4
by ashinae and linden_jay
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

( When faced with dealing with grumpy-because-he-slept-too-late Mal, and grumpy-because-he's-too-tired Mal, the former was always a better idea. )

Time Enough and Space: A Firefly/Doctor Who Crossover AU - chapter 2
by ashinae and linden_jay
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

( Mal shoved at Jayne to get him moving upstairs. )

MSNBC's "The Body Odd" article: SAD in the summer? Sunshine depression rare, but real.

When I still lived in Southern Ontario, there were a lot more people who were cranky in the summer, but when it's pushing 40 degrees because it's already 30 and there's nearly 100% humidity... well.

I like seeing the sunshine, I do. But in smaller doses. I like wearing sunglasses. I like it when there's sunshine when I'm on my way to work (7am), and when I'm on my way home (4pm).

But damn you, Calgarians. I hate the heat. I hate all of you silly people running around declaring how wonderful it is when the temperature is pushing 30 celsius. I know Calgary winters can be brutal (and I don't care what my dad says; it was definitely colder in Southern Ontario with the fucking windchill), but I am sick to death of having people look at me like I'm insane because I hate the heat and I hate summer. I hate that this city is still practically in broad daylight at 11:00pm--I can't sleep, because the temperature hasn't dropped enough even by then to cool down my apartment. I don't sleep enough. I don't eat enough because it is too hot to even think about food, let alone cooking it. I hate that when I step outside from the air conditioned mall to head home by foot or by bus and I feel sweaty, pressed-on, smothered, dirty, cranky. Did I mention the part where I really hate how I instantly feel like I need to wash my hands? And yes I'm a grumpy old woman because it's just 1 July and already I'm sick to death of seeing everyone's ass-cheeks peeking out of their too-short shorts. That's not sexy.

I don't tan; I burn. I get eaten alive by mosquitoes. Fuck you; 21 celsius is perfectly acceptable and wonderful and is far more reasonable than 27. Yes, I absolutely hate summer. I get depressed in the summer. I don't sleep. I don't eat and I lose weight rapidly. I feel weak and tired and on edge and I could just set things on fire. I snap at my family, I snap at my co-workers, I want to murder half of our patients.

As soon as the temperature drops consistently back down to the high teens/low twenties? I'm back to normal.

And while I'm at it? Yeah, I don't enjoy Christmas, either.

( Text of the article copied here, mostly for my own reference and posterity. )

NYmag.com asks, What show are you getting divorced from?"

Boy did that ever get my brain moving from one place to the next.

For me, it's not so much divorcing shows so much as divorcing networks. I gave up on House, finally, this year and won't be carrying on with season eight, which means I'm breaking up with Fox. Finally, after so many years of crawling back to it. They fucked over Joss Whedon twice. The cancellation of Dollhouse was kind of the final nail in the coffin--I said to myself (and I think out loud at least once) that as soon as House was over, I was over Fox.

It's happened sooner than expected.

And, oh, NBC.

I had stopped watching Chuck halfway through this past season, as the delightfully silly show had suddenly become a parody of itself. But it's getting a final send-off, so I've started rewatching season 4, and dammit all--I still love the characters. However, once it's done? I'm divorcing NBC with extreme prejudice. They had a great thing with the first season of Heroes and just drove it deeper and deeper into the ground, which means Adrian Pasdar isn't on my screen weekly, and soon enough neither will Zachary Levi and Adam Baldwin, so NBC's bags are so gonna be packed and thrown on the front lawn soon enough.

Also, did any of their new shows from the 2010-2011 season get picked up for a second season?

Also also--I have realised, to my own horror, that I have only one science fiction show left. I have Doctor Who. I could not get into SGU, and now that's gone. Otherwise, I am left with Castle, The Mentalist, White Collar, one more season of Chuck, and maybe Leverage, which linden_jay gave me and I intend to watch this summer.

It started with Star Trek: The Next Generation. I was five when it premiered, and I watched that at the same time I was watching cartoons and live-action kids shows like The Elephant Show and The Polka-Dot Door and Today's Special. When TNG was wrapping up, Babylon 5 was just getting off the ground. I did a quick IMDb check for the years that my genre shows ran (as I have to include Xena, all things considered, in amongst all the actual sci-fi) and I always had at least two genre shows to watch.

Maybe I have to give Merlin a second chance, though that's as much sci-fi as Xena was. I sure as hell am never watching Torchwood again.

I am the girl who grew up, literally, on Star Trek: The Next Generation. All of my sci-fi shows, thankfully, overlapped through the years, but with the cancellation of SGA and then Heroes--the latter of which, I know, had a very tenuous grasp on the genre anyway--I am down to one show. One brilliant show! But one. Just one.

What's a nerd to do?

(I have, actually, just this past spring, finally watched all of Heroes. I gave up on Heroes roughly the same time I threw my hands in the air and largely gave up fandom, I think, early on in season 3. That was all inextricably linked and... whatever. Anyway, as I was saying, just before my birthday I made my way through all of Heroes in one go, and you know what? It was frustrating as hell, but overall wasn't quite as bad as everyone said it was. But it was frustrating. as. hell. Why? They had some amazing talent behind some great characters, and just squandered it. Plus there was the loss of Greg Beeman behind the scenes, because he, if no one else, understood the characters--namely, the Petrellis, Mohinder, and the Bennets, and mahybe even, dare I say it, Sylar. Those were the characters and actors I fell in love with early on, those were the ones who kept me coming back, and once he was gone, TPTB didn't know what to do. NBC, being the network behind everything, gets a lot of the blame for that.)