( here lie spoilers for the film, Serenity )

OK, maybe it doesn't qualify as a fanfic, really. YMMV.

( Two sentences? And spoilers? Crikey! )

Where else would Dan Rydell be, on Casey McCall's wedding day, but at his side? Running the show, laughing, joking, making it look effortless, like he married off his partner every day.

"You guys aren't allowed to fight anymore in rundown meetings, now." He told Dana, glorious in white, kissing her on the cheek.

"Oh, yes, we are!" The newlyweds chorused.

That moment was a long time ago. (That joyous room, those joyous people.)

Things had happened, since. Life had happened.

Dana and Casey moved into marriage like ham and eggs, Dan practically living in their house, only welcome, as he never had been with Lisa. Understood, though Dana could never say it out loud, never knew it herself. Just knew that part of what made Casey McCall's home was Daniel Rydell. The spare room wasn't spare, it was Dan's, and he did things a good husband would have, like painting the place while the two of them went off on a second honeymoon, this time to Egypt. Their first honeymoon had been a carriage ride in the park, sandwiched between the 4 and 8pm rundowns. When they reminisced about that day, it was never about the short time to enjoy wedded bliss, it was always about the on-air announcement by Dan that made everyone cry, and the custom titles Natalie wrangled out of Graphics behind Dana's back, the control room's gift to her on her wedding day.

Isaac gave the bride away when Jeremy and Natalie tied the knot, in Aruba, Natalie making her new husband wipe the zinc oxide off his nose for the photos, and him putting it right back on, after. Aruba. Dan called it the leggy supermodel of the Caribbean. Casey declared it wasn't thin enough to be Kate Moss, which led Dan to settle on Aruba, the Gisele Bundchen of the Caribbean. At which point, as was traditional, Casey told him not to talk anymore.

He never meant it. He had never meant it. Talking to each other was all these two knew how to do.

They talked for years, in and out of love, Dan's failed marriage with Rebecca, and when she came back years later they sat in the McCall garage, Charlie arguing about cranberry sauce with his stepmother on the other side of the door to the kitchen, and fought over whether he should take her back. Pushing AARP membership, eating too much at Thanksgiving, and dating his ex-wife. Who'da thunk it.

Dana understood the lay of the land, though not up top where the repartee was, only down in her bones, in the middle of the night, when Casey murmured stats in his sleep to the only man he'd ever loved, one arm wrapped around his wife.

When Charlie had his car accident and Rebecca called that Dan was screaming, screaming, oh, god, what do I do, it was Dana who piled everyone into a car and drove them together, Casey with arms wrapped around him, lips pressed to his forehead, desperately giving and taking comfort, guard down and at home in another man's heart.

Charlie lived. Casey lived. Dana lived. Dan and Rebecca broke up again and this time it was quits, man, finito, and they found a duplex upstate so Dan and Casey could convert one of the garages into an office and write books on the Red Sox, and someday maybe even one on women's field hockey, just for fun.

It was a good life. It was life, all together.

To the Johnny Cash cover of "Hurt".

Oh, yeah. That'd be awesome.

"What have I become..."

"If I could start again
A million miles away..."

Oh, yeah. AWESOME.

Title: Hypotheticals
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: Sports Night
Keywords: friends, drunk


( Hypotheticals )

In honor of the holiday, I'm reprinting one of my personal faves.

Title: Halloweenies
Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Pairing: OT4, ish.
Theme: Halloween

( halloweenies )

ST: TOS, to The Barenaked Ladies' "One Week"

( lyrics )

I have this urge to write a Sports Night fic about Sept. 11, 2001. Lots of different versions of things have been colliding in my head. People dying, people surviving...

Fortunately, I know nothing about the layout of New York, ample reason to not attempt a fic. And I'm not sure we know where the show is set, though there's an episode where someone mentions broadcasting from Rockefeller Center. And, *dang*, that's some tough dialogue to mimic, that show. No, thank you. I'm sure I'll come up with some more reasons to lie down until the urge passes.

***

Of course, it also occurred to me to wonder if there've been any novels out that use the fake-your-own-death trope with the towers' collapse as the death. Maybe it's too soon.

Author: Apple Cameron
Fandom: Harry Potter
Category: vignette, 5-things, angst
Spoilers: OOTP

It's just a list. Really.

( 5 Things Harry Wants )

Author: Apple Cameron
Title: Illusions
Pairing: Mystique/Wolverine
Film canon only (X2), spoilers for the film. Ignores anything that happened in X3, since I haven't seen it.

( Illusions )

Beltane, May Day, Walpurgisnacht (last night, I'm late, sue me), Int'l Worker's Day, Buddha Day (tomorrow night, the first full moon in May), tonight's beginning of the Feast of Divine Love and Compassion, the beginning of the Zuni Green Corn Dance, the celebration of Khshathra Vairya, Feast of the Sacred Marriage, The Festival of Ridvan, Floralia, and no doubt many more.



[*] http://www.wheeloftheyear.com/2007/0507.htm :-) Mighty handy, that.

I wonder if anyone has ever written fic for the TV show Adderly?

Author: Apple Cameron
Title: "Not" (twice)
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Spoilers: None

( not )

I dreamt about Hugh Laurie (not really*), the other day. About following someone (a bad guy) onto the set, which for some reason was in a real hospital. So, I sneak onto the set somehow, tailing this guy, and wind up snogging ol' House, himself!

I like 'em scruffy.

[*] I doubt the dream Hugh/House behaved anymore like the real one than, well, anyone.

There's obviously something about me that simply does not put "Aaron Sorkin show" and "fanfic" together. I don't know why. I don't know how. But, damn, there's some good Sports Night fic out there. And, yes, I am only now finding that out.

And, OMG I want Rocky Road ice cream right now. GIVE IT TO ME NOW. Heavenly Hash would do in a pinch.

I came close to writing Firefly fic once or twice, and never did. I may achieve the same level of closeness-to-making-fic with Sports Night, yet never actually get there. Apparently I have an asymptotic relationship with extremely distinct dialogue styles.

I didn't get tagged by synaesthete7, but I'm trying anyway. My fave five fanfics that I wrote.

I Corinthians. Captain Blood. One that got way deeper than I expected, but worked.

World's Shortest Angel Series Finale Fixit. Because the more left unsaid, the more I love it.

Do Not Go Gently Stargate SG-1. I love it for the penultimate sentence.

Halloweenies. Stargate SG-1. Just love it.

Spam. Stargate SG-1. For the 'valley' line. You'll see it.

Sodade (which I love for lines like "...Jack was a pottymouth purist."), Infirmary (the tape recorder line, among others), and Scotch (pure fucking hot) are in my top 10. Scotch is where I felt like I found my voice as far as SG-1 and pr0n was concerned. I love the stoner SG-1 stories, too. Actually, I love 'em all.

I swear to the great god boo-joo boo-joo, Bright Eyes is the. Best. Buffy. Music. Ever.

After, what, 4 years, it finally occurred to me that "I Want A Lover I Don't Have To Love" could work in a Willow-Tara-Kennedy vid just as well as Buffy-Angel-Spike. And it's practically perfect for Faith. Pick a pairing, and it'll work.

Mmm-mmm, good.

"And to hurt...Do you like to hurt, I do, I do, then hurt me."

For a show about hell, that's pretty apt.

***

I mean, Christ, Cibo Matto is already canon, which is too cool, anyway. (And they clog! Don't they?)

***

*Sigh*. I wish had the later seasons. I only have S1 & S2.

For elke_tanzer, because I watched the film again, after you mentioned it.

Author: Apple Cameron
Title: My Brothers
Fandom: The 13th Warrior (1999 film)
Pairing: Herger/Ahmed Ibn Fahdlan ("Eben")
Rating: eh, PG-13/R

( My Brothers )

author: moi
fandom: SG-1, Sam
spoilers: no

( Breaking and Entering, Sort of )