I haven't written SG-1 fic or really even thought about the franchise in seriously like five years, so God only knows how much resemblance this actually bears to canon, or, for that matter, to graduate programs in archaeology. But I've pretty much written it for the lols, and because I wanted a story to go along with my icon.

(Since I'm teaching my students about plagiarism on Monday, I would be a hypocrite if I didn't mention that the idea for said icon is not mine. I saw a version of it, I think with a different picture and slightly different wording, many moons ago, but haven't seen it around since, so I made my own. Whoever came up with this icon idea, you're brilliant. :))

Title: They Didn't Teach This in Grad School
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG
Word Count: 358
Summary: "Sure, the freshmen he'd taught as a grad student might have murdered Middle Kingdom culture, the English language, and possibly his soul, but at least they hadn't been trying to murder him."

( Silliness )

It never fails: Give me a paper or chapter to write, and out comes the fic. Granted, rarely does it make it up here, but it's still the best cure for writer's block I know.

The first halves of these have been kicking around my hard drive for two years or so, but apparently only now did I have the impetus to finish them.

Title: Every Dance Like a Graph of the Heart
Author: icepixie
Rating: G
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher UST
Wordcount: 1,262
Summary: A consulate function. Dancing. Wistfulness.

( He was a wonderful dancer. Of course he was; it was such an old-fashioned skill, Fraser was bound to be good at it. )

Title: Dancing Without Music
Author: icepixie
Rating: G
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Word Count: 326
Summary: Alternate ending to "Perfect Strangers." Sheerest wish fulfillment. (Because you couldn't figure that out from the title...)

( My parents used to dance without music all the time. )

I have no explanation for this. There is no one I can blame it on. My brain simply decided G'Kar + babysitting = awesome, and I had to write it or go crazy. And then, obviously, inflict it on you all.

I think I'll ascribe it to my thesis making me crazy.

I promise, one day I will write the slew of fics that bridge the end of "Little Dreams" with these vignettes I keep getting hit with. It will probably be after graduation.

Title: Biological Inefficiencies
Author: icepixie
Series: Closet Idealism 'verse. Since I am apparently incapable of writing anything else non-academic right now.
Timeline: Roughly a year and a half before "Language Lessons." Actually, you know, I might as well start putting dates on these things, since I made a timeline for this AU and currently have no fewer than eight unfinished fics set at various points along said timeline littering my hard drive; God knows what order they'll all be written in. Let's say near the end of 2265.
Summary: "All of your biological inefficiencies are made up for by the fact that your friends can babysit this early in the child's life." Ivanova/Garibaldi, G'Kar.
Wordcount: 672

( Under here )

Quick break from my thesis, because I'm trying to work something out in my head and I think my brain is about to overheat. (It's about her redefinition of "place" and how that ties into the limitations of cartography and...it's complicated.)

Anyway. I took a longing look at my fic folder, which I won't have time to touch until after graduation, alas. But just for the hell of it, and because I like seeing others' writing processes (and so thought I should share my own), I thought I would post this snippet from an untitled plotty fic set in the "Closet Idealism" universe, as well as the poem from whence it derives.

First, the poem:( Sonnet XLIII )

And the ( fic snippet )

Back to my thesis.

Title: Language Lessons
Summary: Susan and Michael discover what their friends have been teaching their daughter. Mentally, I'm setting it a few years on in the Closet Idealism 'verse, but it stands alone. No spoilers for the show.
Notes: bessemerprocess is entirely to blame for this. I accept no responsibility.

( I have committed kidfic. I am so ashamed. )

So, uh, I was not planning on a sequel to "Closet Idealism," and then one day a couple of scenes appeared in my head, and the people in them told me in no uncertain terms that actually, I was going to be writing a sequel, thank you very much. Susan is kind of scary when she doesn't get her way, you know?

Title: The Little Dreams We Dream (Are All We Can Really Do)
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 9,089
Summary: Susan hasn't been as careful with her heart as she should've been. AU. Ivanova/Garibaldi. Angsty, but I do promise that the epigraph is pertinent. Sequel to "Closet Idealism."
Timeline/Spoilers: This is significantly less canon-adherent than its predecessor--I compressed and reordered a few events to suit my needs, and completely changed others--but still spoils all of season four and one or two things about the first few episodes of season five.
Note: One scene in particular, as well as a few scattered lines of narration, owes a debt of gratitude to mylittleredgirl's "Dead Souls," which you should totally go read, because it's amazing.

( It has been seventeen days since her life took the express transport to hell. )

Title: Five Things That Never Happened to Susan Ivanova
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG
Timeline/Spoilers: These take place over the same five years as the series, with (very) roughly one for each season. Spoilers through season four in numbers three and four; number five is meant to be read with the events of S4 in mind, even if they aren't directly referenced.
Wordcount: 1243
Summary: Scenes from five lives Susan Ivanova never lived. Contains angst, romance, action, UST, gen, Ivanova/Marcus, Ivanova/Garibaldi, and Ivanova/Talia in various combinations.

( Five Things )

For the record, getting inside Marcus's head is kind of like being inside the mind of a really, really excited puppy who is extremely well-read. I don't think I want to repeat the experience. (The first person who notes my resemblance to an excitable, highly literate juvenile canine gets swatted with a rolled-up newspaper.)

Title: Amo, amas, I love a lass
Author: icepixie
Spoilers: Through "Endgame"
Word Count: 2,419
Rating: PG for the odd word
Pairing: Ivanova/Marcus. Well, according to Marcus, anyway.
Summary: "He wonders how many times one can fall in love with a person before it becomes impossible to do so again. He strongly suspects rocks will melt and seas go dry before he finds out." Marcus and Ivanova over eighteen months.
Note: Some dialogue taken from "Messages from Earth, "Between the Darkness and the Light," and "Endgame."

( Can I decline a nymph divine? )

It occurs to me that this might be the dark twin of my last fic for this show. Hmm. I promise I am working on different things.

Title: Closet Idealism
Author: icepixie
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1172
Summary: Susan is not as much of a realist as she thought she was. Ivanova/Garibaldi. Angsty. Spoilers through "Z'ha'dum."
Timeline note: The first section takes place near the beginning of season three. The penultimate section occurs about midway through "And the Rock Cried Out..."

( Scratch a pessimist, find a closet idealist )

This...was not the B5 fic I thought I would write, or at least finish before some of the others on my hard drive. I'm not completely satisfied with it, but I've also been staring at it for three days and I'm tired of looking at it, so...here.

Title: Morning in Three Movements
Author: icepixie
Rating: There's nothing you wouldn't see on TV.
Summary: "When he wakes up next to Susan Ivanova for the third morning in a row, Michael Garibaldi realizes that they have a thing." This is fluffy like a marshmallow. I basically wrote it in order to give my poor Susan some happiness, and because there is so little fic out there for this pairing. It departs from canon somewhere in season two.
Note: The dates at the top of each section aren't meant to refer to particular events in canon; they merely indicate the passage of time.

( Under here )

I bring Northern Exposure-related gifts! First are the following sound files recorded from my S4 DVDs:

Joel's prayer and ending music from "Kaddish for Uncle Manny"
The lilting musical theme from "Mud and Blood": 1, 2, 3 (the first two contain Chris's readings from Charlotte's Web; the last is Maggie scratching Joel's back)

The second is a fic! This show is incredibly intimidating to write for, as it is my personal holy grail of storytelling awesomeness. But here's a ficlet that will hopefully not fall too terribly short of the bar set by the show itself.


Title: Mud is a Many-Splendored Thing
Author: icepixie
Rating: G-ish
Word Count: 438
Summary: Fluffy Maggie/Joel-centric tag for "Mud and Blood."

( Click me )

Um. You know how two weeks ago I made a post about Brennan and Booth being the updated version of Fraser and RayV?

Title: Tools of the Trade
Author: icepixie
Rating: G, possibly for Gross. Also for Gen.
Spoilers: None for either series.
Word Count: 500
Summary: Fraser teaches Brennan a new trick for fighting crime. RayV and Booth are long-suffering. There is vastly illogical police procedure included.
Dedication: For rowdycamels, who gave me the idea.

( Crack!ficlet )

And with that, my paper-editing break is over...

Title: Wings
Author: icepixie
Rating: G
Spoilers: None
Summary: 1,000 words of Fraser/Thatcher friendship/bonding/UST/fluff. A piano is involved. (I apologize in advance for any egregious musical knowledge-related errors.)

( Wings )

This has been in the works for a lot longer than the length would suggest. I figured that Trevor would approve of it premiering on Valentine's Day--or, as he would call it, Cupid's Day. ;)

Title: Lovers and Madmen (and also Canadians)
Author: Icepixie
Rating: PG
Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher; Trevor/Claire UST
Summary: Trevor Hale faces one of his greatest matchmaking challenges when he attempts to match up our favorite Mounties.
Spoilers: “All the Queen’s Horses” and “Red, White, or Blue” for dS; nothing for Cupid.
Word Count: 8,000

( Fic and a few more notes behind the cut )

Oh, lord. I have committed Voyager fic. Well, ficlet. Someone save me from myself.

Title: Schoolyard Tricks
Rating/Pairing: All Ages, J/C UST
Summary: Very early in their stay on New Earth, Chakotay finds himself unable to resist. Fluff.

( Pigtails and inkwells )

Title: Word Problems
Author: icepixie
Rating: All Ages
Spoilers: This is essentially an over-extended joke. To get the punchline, you'll have to have seen "All the Queen's Horses." This is set sometime between that episode and season three.
Summary: "For reasons that didn't need exploring at that juncture, and which would undoubtedly cause her untold amounts of paperwork when she returned to Chicago, she, Constable Fraser, and thirty-nine other Mounties were currently partaking of the uncomfortable seats and flickering fluorescent lighting of a train headed from Moscow to Kiev at seventy-five kilometers an hour."

( Word Problems )

It's done! It's really, really done! And it's so big I had to split it into two parts! *shock* This has never happened before.

Title: Two Musketeers and a Dead Guy
Author: icepixie
Characters/Pairing: Fraser/Thatcher
Rating: PG
Genre: Adventure/Romance/Comedy
Spoilers: Through "Call of the Wild," with particular references to "We Are the Eggmen" and "All the Queen's Horses."
Summary: "You know, it's funny," she said. "I think right now, on this trip, dragging a dead man around the Arctic, is the first time I've felt like myself in...I can't remember how long."
Notes: This fic presumes that the extra few seconds of COTW which aired in Canada are canon. If you don't know what this refers to, you'll find out pretty quickly. ;)

Fans of Northern Exposure will probably recognize the basic premise of this from the third season episode "The Three Amigos." They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, right?

And finally, my research, while thorough, can only go so far. I've never been on a dogsled or in Canada, so take the technical details with a grain of salt. ;)

( Part 1 of 2 )

Apparently it's Beta-Reader Appreciation Day today. Er, was yesterday. I'm bad with this posting-before-midnight thing.

I must thank elflore and tarzanic especially for all their help in the past couple of years. I think almost everything fannish, and some things non-fannish, I've written since the middle of 2003 has been run by one or the other of them.

And of course, I can't forget everyone else who's betaed for me in the past (including the recent past)...spockette, especially (hi, twinnie!), comedownstairs, nickless, fourteenlines, and probably other people I'm forgetting. Plus Pez people, who did the same thing for my fiction seminar stuff. Y'all rock.

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In keeping vaguely with that topic, here's a fic meme I stole from loneraven. Yay for opportunities to be narcissistic!

( Fic meme, with crazy crossovers, pro writers writing fanfic, my best works, and stuff like that )

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To continue the wordy bent I'm on, ( here's a small selection of quotes from things I've read since summer started )

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Finally, with no relation to the rest of the post, a note to various mosquitos and chiggers: IT'S TIME TO DIE. By the middle of October, you need to be gone for the winter. Got it?