Avengers Fic

Tuesday, June 12th, 2012 12:58 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (avengers by me)
The new fic is up here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/437649

SPOILERS! There are SPOILERS if you haven't seen the movie and have carefully avoided any place where you'd hear/read spoilers in which case, why are you here or on the net at all? There are SPOILERS here! :oD

Anyway, go read and give me some hits please? Comments are always welcome too and as my friends you get to say WTF were you thinking and I won't be offended. Much. (snort! I slay me!)
delphia2ohohoh: (Quill by yappichick)
Response to the finale of Castle. Quadrabble = 400 words of nonsense.
SPOLERS! Do not look if you don't want spoilers.

the delph fic and bitch show )

NCIS beta needed

Wednesday, March 30th, 2011 08:54 am
delphia2ohohoh: (Quill by yappichick)
Yeah, it kinda wrote itself. Not graphic and just under 1,500 words. Anyone feel up to smacking me upside the head?

Fic time!

Wednesday, September 2nd, 2009 10:49 am
delphia2ohohoh: (Atlantis by taibhrigh)
A quick fic that came to me in the shower. I'm supposed to be doing something else I'm sure. Probably somewhat inspired by this which was pointed out to me by sid:
Unas! )

A Sentinel Brief

Thursday, February 19th, 2009 12:31 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (MrGrumpy by taibrigh)
Altho we know he wears boxers.
Ficlet )
delphia2ohohoh: (BansheeScream by trika)
Yeah, I hate music fics too, but I just love this song and I love Stan Rogers who sang it and it just grew into a plot bunny. Behind the cut to hide the shame.

The devil made me do it )

If you don't know who Stan Rogers was (he died, sob!) then I am sorry for you. He had an amazing voice and sang folk tunes. And he was Canadian. If you'd like to hear this song, I've uploaded it here:

Fic: The New Guy

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008 08:55 am
delphia2ohohoh: (Slashgoggles byAmnellWyvern)
A little bit of fic that occurred to me as I showered. Inspired by this fic that was recced on my flist this morning. (Thank you reccer [livejournal.com profile] thenightsfall  and writer [livejournal.com profile] jd_junkie )


Saturday, September 13th, 2008 12:55 am
delphia2ohohoh: (MrGrumpy by taibrigh)
I think this is my first complete Sentinel fic. Must be blamed on dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] janedavitt

Surf's Up )

I've gone insane

Sunday, July 13th, 2008 10:46 am
delphia2ohohoh: (BansheeScream by trika)
I've gone insane before but this is the first time I've gone crazy in this particular manner. I signed up for an Alphabet Fic-a-thon over here:

I'm not sure I could do this for anyone but George/Don. Didn't hurt the plot bunny hit the minute I read about this either. :o)

I've signed up for the letter M. Yes. You know me. You know what you're getting. *hee!* I'll be looking for a beta eventually. *broad hint*

Crack fic

Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 12:01 am
delphia2ohohoh: (chocolateluv by delphia)
Don't look. Really. You'll regret it. (Oh, go ahead. You know you want to!)
Time Lord crack fic from comment bunny so it's not all my fault.

Dancing )

See...I told you not to go there. :o)
delphia2ohohoh: (SuluSquee by iconzicons)
It's not quite midnight here, but certainly Friday in the lower 48 so I'm going to post this before I hit the hay. It is, I warn you...besides being nauseating...mostly unfinished. Because all the very best(worst) MarySue's should be WIP's, eh? :oD And because I have an interview in the morning damn it and THINGS are not getting DONE while I'm writing doggerel!

So with that in mind, I present my offering for the SueThrowDown Challenge. Angst! Amazing Beauty! Mysterious Powers! Orbs! Beloved by ALL! (Especially Spock!)

StarTrekkingAcrossTheUniverse! )

SGA plot bunny

Wednesday, April 16th, 2008 02:50 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (cooljohn by delphia)
I'm supposed to be writing another kids' book, but this one crept out and latched on instead. Short, unbetaed as usual. *shrug*
A Rose )

And more Fic

Sunday, March 30th, 2008 11:18 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (ThisOrgy by jackshoegazer)
Hopefully this is the last plot bunny for a while. I need to concentrate on Other Things. So, ostensibly, SGA with a twist.

With A View )


Monday, March 10th, 2008 03:05 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (Atlantis by taibhrigh)
You all know me. Can't stand to leave things undone. SGA was bugging my brain with dumping Elizabeth in such an abrupt way and leaving it open ended with little hope of closure...so I fixed it. :o)

Unbetaed because I've no intention on posting it elsewhere at the risk of unintentionally exciting the S/W shippers. (No, you can't make me type that nickname that starts with S! ACK!!!) However, feel free to point anyone here that you think might like to read it (and comment please). To that end, I'll leave this unlocked.

Partnership )

Fic: Paid In Full

Tuesday, February 5th, 2008 08:17 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (YeeHam by hsapiens)
Paid In Full
By delphia2000

Written for sg_fignewton’s Hammond Tribute Alphabet Fic-A-Thon
Rated G
Set post-season 5 of SG1, pre-season 6
Many thanks to my trusty betas, tejas and sidlj!

Summary: M is for Maybourne, of course, but also for morals.


“You’re not Starsky.”

General Hammond cocked his head a bit, the better to survey the man who spoke out of the shaded depths along the tree-lined path. “And you’re no Hutch,” he told Maybourne.

Maybourne moved cautiously toward him, not quite out in the open, but out of the deep shadows. His eyes shifted quickly, taking in their surroundings like a fox looking for the hounds. His clothes were just this side of shabby, his hair slightly unkempt and his beard was untrimmed. Hammond had no doubt the bulge in his left pocket was a small set of binoculars with which the hunted man had carefully watched him enter the city park where they were meeting. It was a wide public space with plenty of quiet trails to walk, just out of reach of any possible Earthly surveillance. The bulge in the right pocket would be a gun. Not quite a fox and yet, not quite a weasel either. There was an air of pathos about the man. “You’re looking a little…harried,” Hammond commented.

The look he got back was pure Maybourne. “I thought you left that kind of punny rhetoric to O’Neill.”

Hammond barely nodded. “He’s rubbed off on me a little.”

“That still doesn’t explain why you’re here, jeopardizing your good conduct medal to consult with a traitor. What do you want, General?”

“Frank Simmons has been calling in markers from behind bars.”

“I know that. I assume he’s lonely and wants me for a neighbor. He’s managed to get my offshore assets frozen and his dogs have taken that ‘dead or alive’ thing a little too seriously. So what’s your stake in this? Jack tell you I could take him out for you? Sorry, he’s beyond even my reach this time.”

Hammond considered turning heel and walking except he recognized the acid tone as more defense than acrimony. “Simmons managed to waylay some of those funds of yours. And then they disappeared…into a numbered Swiss account.”

George pulled the slip of paper from his pocket and offered it to Maybourne. “This account, as it happens. There’s about $250,000 there. I’d be a bit more careful with it this time. It’s going to have to make you disappear and last you a while.”

Maybourne took the paper, glancing at it before shoving it into a pocket he quickly zippered shut. “What did that cost you?”

Hammond shrugged. “Just a reassignment from Siberia to Area 51.”

McKay would have probably done it for Twinkies and a package of toilet paper, but Area 51 could make better use of that anti-social brilliance than the Russians. There was always Antarctica if he got out of hand again.

“Now the big one…why?”

“We owed you. I owed you. Major Carter’s father and I go back a long way and she is more than one of my best. She’s family. Teal’c is family too. And now, as far as I’m concerned, this debt is paid. Go away, Maybourne. Find a hole, climb in and stay there.”

“I’m working on that.”

Hammond nodded and let the steel in his heart reflect in his eyes and his words. “I see you again and you’ll be in handcuffs before you can blink. Good-bye, Colonel.”

He gave the man his title one last time to honor the soldier who had served their country in the way he thought best, however misguided. Maybourne nodded and stepped back into the shadows, disappearing almost immediately into the underbrush. A few seconds later came a quiet, “Thanks, General.”

Hammond continued his stroll down the shady path, not quite ready to return to his subterranean office. The day was bright, the air fresh and that niggling weight of debt, removed. He felt good.

With any luck, they’d seen the last of Colonel Maybourne. With him would go any doubts that Hammond secretly harbored about his own morals. In a way, he could understand Maybourne. He’d stepped over the line a time or two himself, although certainly not on the same scale. It didn’t take much imagination to realize he’d go further over that line under the right set of circumstances. Thank God he’d never been in that situation. Taking a leave of absence to go after his premier team on one occasion had been close enough to costing him his rank and his position, but it had been worth it many times over. As a soldier and a general, he had to consider the needs of the many over the few, but those few people--his teams--sometimes they were all that stood between the entire planet and complete destruction. Keeping them in that buffer zone served the many.

Perhaps it was questionable to have aided Maybourne, but better to give him the money than let Simmons use it for God-knew-what-level-of-evil. At one time, Maybourne had been a good soldier, one who’d been led astray by false friends who’d abandoned him when they were needed most. No wonder he’d turned feral and put his own needs above all else. He had no one protecting his six.

Hammond had dozens of good people watching his six. And blood family, besides the family of his heart. Perhaps that had been the deciding difference between him and the wreck of a man who ran in the shadows behind him.

As if to remind him, a hula hoop rolled in front of him chased by two young girls around the same ages as his granddaughters. He caught the hoop and rolled it back to them. They seized it, shouting thanks as they ran ahead of him to a young woman who waited by an ice cream cart.

A double-dipped chocolate cone seemed quite suddenly like a very good idea. Walter could take messages for another hour. Hammond reached for his wallet as he strolled in the direction of the cart. Sometimes you just had to reach out and take a little paradise for yourself for one afternoon.

The end.

Mea Culpa

Saturday, June 30th, 2007 10:34 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (Tquestions by delphia)
For I have committed fic. Happy Birthday Minxy!

A Questionable Fic )

One more try!

Sunday, June 4th, 2006 03:22 pm
delphia2ohohoh: (salute)
Here goes again. Trying to get this last of my M7 fic posted. If LJ is cooperating, it's behind the cut.

Read more... )

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