krislaughs: (castle)
This is in no particular order (well, alphabetical more or less) just an archive of the things I've written. For my own amusement more than anything else.

Being Human (US) )

Firefly )

Supernatural )

Harry Potter )

Heroes )

X-Men: First Class )

Random Crossovers - Good Omens, Firefly, SPN, Discworld )
krislaughs: (BHUS cafeteria love)
Title: Overnight Shifts (1/2)
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, Warning, Pairing, Disclaimer: G, none, none, not mine, just having fun
Summary: (Post- S1 season finale) Nora gets help from an unlikely source in dealing with the repercussions of seeing Josh transform. All is well and good until Josh figures out that something’s up.
Wordcount: ~3000 this half
Author’s Note: This has been sitting on my hard drive pretty much since last season ended. I figured I’d clean it up and post it before it gets swallowed by canon on Monday. YAY new season!

Sometimes the early morning hours, on those rare nights when the most critical patients are sleeping soundly and the ambulance bay echoes like an empty concrete cathedral, are the best, most serene moments of his day )
krislaughs: (XMFC havoc)
XMFC, disclaimers apply
Promptfic for [ profile] thistlerose
Alex is quite smart but he missed a lot of school, being in jail and all. He wants Hank to tutor him, but he can't just come out and SAY it because that would not be cool

~575 words

Electron Theory

Hank clenches his jaw and rubs a hand over his face. It still feels like someone else’s skin, someone else’s hand. )
krislaughs: (sandman dream)
Title: Hall Monitor (Hank McCoy & Josh Radcliffe)
A/N: Before you ask, yes, “Comparing notes” is exactly what the kids are calling it these days. 150 words :-)

This one yours? Genetics and Retroviral DNA, haven’t read that yet… )


Title: Feathers and Dust (Darwin & Death of the Endless)
A/N: So this isn’t really just a conversation, but dialogue is much more difficult to write when neither character is currently in possession of a pair of vocal chords. 270 words

For a long time—as much as time has any meaning here—there’s nothing but the sound of dust filtered through the eddies of wind off the wings of a flock of doves. )


Original prompt post
krislaughs: (XMFC havoc)
Oy, here goes, dipping of toes into a new fandom. This isn't... happy? I wish it was, I wanted to make it, but then it ended up the way it wanted to be. Also, I need to get more XMFC icons, if anyone knows where to find pretty ones. Mostly, just need to get this off my plate so I can work on the long, plotty ones open on the desktop.

Title: Walls of Fire, Wings of Dust
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, Warning, Pairing: R, character death (as seen in the movie), Havok/Darwin
Disclaimer: Not mine. None of it. I just play here.
Summary: Alex didn’t mean to get involved, didn’t mean to get attached, didn’t mean to be left with nothing at all.
Author’s Note: This is not my fault! It was the stomach-brush scene in the movie. I just filled in a few little gaps.

His whitewashed room at the compound is probably only ten by twelve, but even with blackout shades pulled tight over the two large windows, the space feels just this side of palatial. Alex paces it back and forth a couple of times, places his hands on the walls and leans into them, feeling plaster like dust and putty under his fingers. )
krislaughs: (BHUS sally)
Okay, trying again, because apparently my journal couldn't post for a very long time...

Also, last night's episode? EEEEEE!! I can't even believe we only have one more to go. Then SHOW me the fic, fandom!


Title: What the Ocean Can Know of a Body
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: PG, spoilers through 1x09, Sally/Emily
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Characters belong to SyFy and Jeremy Carver, and the title is from The Ocean by Dar Williams
Word count: 2500
Summary: A story about a girl and a ghost, but not really a ghost story.
Author’s Note: Sequel to This Town is a Song About You, kind of AU after 1x06 with reference to later episodes. Thanky to [ profile] ignipes for beta-reading. All mistakes left are mine. To [ profile] gingerberrycat, for also loving this pairing. I have so many ideas for this story arc, but for now, I leave it with a kiss.

Emily kept the key Josh gave her. It’s a promise, a dare, a two-ounce temptation in the back pocket of her favorite jeans. )
krislaughs: (BHUS Josh aidan faces)
Title: Walk of Shame
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: R for blood, guts, and innuendos. Gen, AidanandJosh, unless you really squint.
Disclaimer: Characters and situations belong to Syfy, Jeremy Carver etc. Not me.
Word count: ~1200
Summary: Josh’s rescue comes, only Aidan knows that in too many ways, he’s already too late.
Author’s Note: Missing scene from 1x10, Dog Eat Dog. Basically, I just wanted to make things a little better? for Josh and Aidan.

A persistent boot against the small of his back drags Josh roughly awake. Consciousness wanders in slowly, swathed in the memories of a nightmare--not a nightmare, he realizes as he comes to. Something that happened. Something he did. )
krislaughs: (BHUS aidan butterfly)
Can you tell I have the weekend off?

Title: A Darker Shade of Night (1/2)
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, Warning, Pairing: PG, Aidan (BHUS)/Damon (TVD), pseudo-crackfic
Disclaimer: Being Human belongs to Syfy, Jeremy Carver, Toby Whitehouse ect. Not me.
Wordcount: ~1600 so far
Summary: Damon drives over 600 miles to meet someone who might know something about werewolves. He stays for Elena. Really. (Vampire Diaries / Being Human US crossover)
Author’s Note: [ profile] ignipes made me do it. That said, I kind of love these two, who are not only a terrible influence on each other, but may be the only two tall, dark, and mysterious vampires around who can perpetually out-cool one another in my head. You know who needs to be in a March Madness Cage-off? THESE TWO.

Aidan isn’t hard to find; rumors and whispers, warnings of a vampire’s house off the grid, stolen car, fifteen hour drive through torrential rain in Virginia (slush in New Jersey, snow as he heads north) and then there’s the parking in Boston. Yeah, no big deal. )
krislaughs: (BHUS Josh aidan faces)
Title: One Shot
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: PG for violent themes, gen
Disclaimer: Being Human and its creations belong to SyFy, Jeremy Carver, Toby Whitehouse etc. Not me.
Word count: ~2300
Summary: In the minutes before he transforms, Josh asks Aidan to do the unthinkable.
Author’s note: Not exactly a missing scene, more of an interlude to episode 1x08 (Children Shouldn't Play with Undead Things). I wanted to explore Aidan’s past with regard to werewolves (based on a few interviews), the lengths Josh would go to to avoid biting someone, and Sally’s realizations about them both. Dialogue isn’t verbatim from the ep, but it’s close.

Josh bursts into the room, rush of crisp night air and dead leaves on his heels. He’s breathing hard, unzipping his hoodie with one hand and stashing his pack with the other, all while yelling something about saving the television. )
krislaughs: (BHUS josh Emily)
Title: This Town is a Song About You
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: PG, spoilers through 1x06, Gen (for now)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Character belong to SyFy and Jeremy Carver, and the title is from The Ocean by Dar Williams
Word count: ~2500
Summary: Coda to 1x06. In the hospital after the attack on Emily, it’s possible that everything might change.
Author’s Note: First fic in a very long time. I can’t help it, I like giving Sally new friends (and I do kind of enjoy torturing Josh). I have this vision of this ‘verse becoming something more. We’ll see.

Sally sits perched on the landing of the stairs like she’s never moved. She delivered her message, Aidan bolted without locking the front door. )
krislaughs: (spn dean chews pen)
Coda to 5x16, response to the prompt by [ profile] deidre_c to [ profile] lazy_daze's Fix-it meme

Princess and the Pea: Sam retrieves and hides the amulet, but Dean can somehow sense where it is.


“Ugh, what is that smell? You forget to wash your socks or something?”

Sam rolls his eyes and falls back onto the orange polyester bedspread. There’s a water stain on the ceiling and the a/c clacks and clatters without putting out more than the passing thought of cold air. One light bulb is flickering, the other is out, but it’s the only intact room in the only standing motel this side of town and, after three rounds of rocks-paper-scissors that ended in draws, they decided to share. Just like old times. Almost.

Dean’s hair is a little shorter; Sam can’t remember the last time he cut his. There’s a fresh scar, fine and pink, across Dean’s left cheek, and the duffel he drops on the rickety wooden table is mended in two or three more places. Sam’s boots have holes at the toes; he’s been travelling on foot mostly, hitching rides when he can, when there’s a truck going the right way, when it’s driven by someone who’s not too frightened or possessed to take him in.

“You saw the omens leading here?” he asks Dean.

“Tip from a psychic,” Dean answers, “Up in Cheppewa Falls.” He pauses, and Sam wonders whether he’s thinking of Pam. “Really, man, that stinks.” Dean follows his nose around the room like a bloodhound.

“Don’t smell it. Sorry.” Sam pushes himself up off the bed and shrugs out of his flannel. He examines the slash across the back of the fabric, edges scorched from shoulder to waist. He sees Dean watching from the corner of his eye. “Thanks,” he ventures, holding up the shirt. For getting here in time.

Dean shrugs. “Wasn’t gonna give those angelic bastard lapdogs the satisfaction.”

Sam doesn’t mention that, for just an instant, he was afraid Dean was going to do exactly that. He looks once more at the rent in the shirt, wads it up and tosses it into the corner. At this rate, he’s going to run out of clothes, and new ones are hard to come by these days. His undershirt is damp and clings to his skin. He peels that off next and wipes the sweat from his neck. “I’m gonna shower,” he says.

“Good. You stink.”

“Think you can find us some food?”

Dean almost smiles. “It is me we’re talking about.”

That’s all I was hoping for, Sam thinks as he watches Dean disappear through the door.
When he shuts off the cool water, the aroma of sizzling meat hits him square in the nose. His stomach rumbles, and suddenly he can’t remember the last time he ate, the last time there was dinner when he stepped out of a shower in a roadstop motel, the last time everything felt so deliriously, painfully normal. He grins as he opens the door. “Where did you find—“

Dean is standing on the opposite side of the room from the hot plate and skillet in which two large hamburgers are smoking. He’s bent over Sam’s bag, holding something small and working it between war roughened fingers. “I found the smell,” he says slowly.

Sam swallows, exhales slowly. “So it worked,” he replies.

“What worked?”

He runs a hand through wet hair. “I almost don’t believe it, but… it is a Finding Things—People—amulet after all. I—“ He studies Dean, turned away, not meeting his gaze. “I asked it to find you.”

“Why would you—“

“Because.” Sam crosses the room. This isn’t quite how he imagined explaining himself; when it played out in his head, there were definitely more clothes involved. He tightens the towel around his waist. “Because you’re an idiot.”

“You invoked an amulet powerful enough to locate God, just to tell me I’m an idiot?”

“Yes. Wait. You’re an idiot because, when we died—most recently—you didn’t ask to see the rest of it.

“Rest of what?”

“The rest of my heaven.”

Dean raises his eyebrows. “Didn’t—First, we were a little preoccupied at the time. Second, I think I saw plenty.”

“No. You didn’t.” Sam takes his shoulder and turns him around. “You didn’t see that on the sideboard across from the turkey dinner was the boysenberry pie, the one from that little shop on the beach in Cape Elizabeth, with the pretty blond waitress. You made us sit there for four hours, just eating pie and waiting for her to finish her shift.”

“I puked all night,” Dean said.

“But she was into you. And it was really good pie. There’s more. You didn’t see the room where we figured out how to outwit Gabriel—okay not for good, but it felt like a win at the time. You missed the bedroom back home, when you finished off the poltergeist—it was the first time I ever remember even seeing Mom. Outside that room from Flgstaff was the muddy field and tent where we found that preacher who saved your life. You never saw that the road outside was the one from the clinic, back at Crater Lake--” His voice breaks, but he can see Dean remember the damp morning, the empty street where zombies infected with the Croatoan virus had been just hours before, the sense that they didn’t know how, but they’d dodged one hell of a bullet that day. Together. “They were all there, Dean.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’ve got a twisted sense of heaven?” Dean asks, but his shoulders relax and he finally meets Sam’s eyes.

“I used the amulet because I wanted to tell you that.”

“Dinner’s burning,” he says.

“I don’t care.” But Sam goes back to the hotplate and flips the switch off. Even having Dean back, listening, doesn’t mean they need to waste a good meal. Especilly because, “And there’s one other thing,” Sam adds slowly, gauging Dean’s response.

He raises an eyebrow. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough.

“You know this whole apocalypse war we were trying to stop?”

“Yeah, Sam. I do.”

“I think I have an idea.”
krislaughs: (spn eyes)
So this was supposed to be a 7-10 part meta-fic on the way Sam and Dean have srayed apart and stayed together through the end of season four. Needless to say, I only finished the first two parts. But I figured I'd post them anyway.

Title: Remember Me, Fondly
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, warning, pairing: G, none, gen
Disclaimer: Title and excerpts from “The Trapeze Swinger" by Iron and Wine
Word count: 1270
Summary: Codas to 4x10: Heaven and Hell and 4x12 Criss Angel is a Douchebag

Dean doesn’t meet Sam’s eyes as he climbs back into the car. )
krislaughs: (spn dean chews pen)
OMG, two story posts in one night. The world must be coming to an end.

Title: Like a Fiddle
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Rating, Warnings, Disclaimer: PG. None. Sadly, none of this is mine
Spoilers: Through Lucifer Rising
Summary: Words and roads. Sometimes things fall apart, sometimes they don’t. Coda to 4x22
Wordcount: 1,200
Author’s Note: For the incomparable [ profile] deirdre_c on the occasion of the anniversary of her birth. You’re an amazing person, Dei, in life and in fandom. Don’t ever change. My only thought writing this was to give you happy, wrestling, post-finale Winchesters. I didn’t quite get there, but I hope you enjoy it anyway.

They were cruising on I-70, somewhere between hell and Pittsburgh, PA, engine of the borrowed car screaming in the afternoon sun )
krislaughs: (spn deanneck)
Whee! It's time for the repost and reveal. This was my contribution. :)

Title: Spare Parts (the Coincidence Happens Twice Remix)
Author: [ profile] krisomniac
Summary: Serenity is grounded and Kaylee can’t figure why.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Supernatural/Firefly
Spoilers and/or Warnings: none
Title, Author and URL of original story: Spare Parts by [ profile] theladyscribe
Wordcount: ~2500
A/N: Many thanks to my betas and handholders, [ profile] ignipies and [ profile] deirdre_c Thanks you and such creative source material to work with, this is probably the first story I've finished in more than a year.

Hey, kid, the woman says. She’s weathered like the landscape, wearing simple flannel over a shirt that used to be white. She has kind eyes and hands that can balance six glasses of whiskey across a barfight, over fallen drunks, without ever spilling a drop. )
krislaughs: (spn heart)
I charge you all to go make things right in the Winchesters' world at [ profile] thehighwaywoman's Schmoopfic meme!

It's glorious and wonderful and everything that I needed after that finale.

My own wee contribution is here.
krislaughs: (spn metallcar b&w)
So I ended up signing up for [ profile] getyourwordsout. I don't know, yet, if this is a good idea. I've had the worst time recently starting, continuing, or even really writing anything.

To clear the air, I've decided to post the beginning of a story that's been dogging me for months because I can't figure out where I want to go with it (and the answer is probably; nowhere) and I want to put it behind me to start something else.

Imagine a Road - 950 words )

And the only other part I can stand.- 450 words )

So there's my dirty laundry. Er. :/
krislaughs: (sandman dream)
I haven't been writing much anything lately, so I decided to go back to this post and give those ideas you guys had a whirl.

For [ profile] sasha_davidnova, Voldemort and Aziraphale
(she never specified the form of Voldemort at the time, though.)

Excuse me, pardon. )

For [ profile] ignipies, Sandman's Death and Discworld's Death

Two deaths walk into a bar. )
krislaughs: (spn john)
Oh, man. I have like a hundred million other things to do, comments to reply to and stories to read, but in the meantime. Er. This happened again. Best little comm!

Title: The Watcher
Prompt: Sight, for [ profile] 100_ghosts

Spoilers: 3x05, but only if you already know what happens. ;)

It's all John has left )

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