So this afternoon, Merindab and I collaborated ideas into what turned out to be a spectacularly fun fic. She wrote this – I just supplied the, um, character guidance? – but indicated that I should post it, so here it is.
I can explain why this exists, really.
Really.
We were talking about how fandoms exist shipping characters played by Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman, meshing the worlds of say, Star Trek and Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe. And when it clicked, I said, oh, that would be like if I shipped Malcolm Merlyn from Arrow and Dr. Jacob Glaser from Stonehenge Apocalypse. Because they’re played by John Barrowman and Misha Collins, respectively, and I (for the uninformed) ship Jack/Cas like flippin’ Fedex.
…And then I started getting ideas. Like how Jacob craves recognition, for someone to take him seriously, and how someone like Malcolm might see some value in an idea of his (because someone like Malcolm thought it would be an excellent idea to put a GIANT EARTHQUAKE MACHINE under the ‘slums’ of Sterling City so, yeah, excellent out of the box decision making skills there, right up Jacob’s alley). All it would take is for Malcolm to work up a good front of earnest interest in Jacob’s theories (with a solid promise that it would be used for good) before Jacob started ponying up information.
Give it five minutes, he’ll be flat on his back.
He’s a healthy conspiracy theorist and so it wouldn’t take all that long before Jacob figured out he’d been played and/or things went badly south for the world, but you know me, MY SHIPS ARE NEVER HAPPY.
But Merinda wrote me some lovely smut. So without further adieu, *jazz hands*
When someone tells a fanfiction writer that they’re “not a real writer,” I say to that person, “You don’t have the slightest idea of what it means to write a scene and a a character in the English language, with images and words chock full of received meaning.” I do think there’s an innocent bravery to saying, “I’m going to write another Sherlock Holmes story,” but of course it’s already a new Sherlock Holmes the moment you start writing it. It’s not Doyle’s. It’s yours.
Jonathan Lethem, An Interview with Jonathan Lethem
Fic:Why Fanfiction is Taking Over the World by Anne Jamison
I’m not okay with what happened to Jack’s wrist strap in the Fiftieth Anniversary episode. So I made up a reason for WHY it was there, and then I fixed it.
Warning: Slightly spoilery for the Fiftieth Anniversary episode of Doctor Who.
No pairings
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Jack tried not to fidget, keeping his hands firmly on the rocks glass in front of him and not on his empty wrist. Two years without the thing, and he still felt the vortex manipulator’s absence. Jack didn’t know all of what was happening out there without him, but he knew enough. That was why he chose this backwater bar, because it led the Doctor to him once, and maybe it would again.
The time dribbled away like the bright red cocktail Jack fenced with his fingers. He focused on the rounds of ice as they slowly shrank, rifling back and back through his memories, some darkened, some shining still. It mattered that the Doctor still needed him, even if only a little part of him.
