Okay, chapter 9 of Ilium is up. One more to go I think.
I’m thinking maybe 2 more chapters.
I started the story with the doctors daughter and jack and john’s daughter. This is going to be fun to write, methinks. Here we go below the cut:
Julie heard shouting down the corridor. She grit her teeth and looked at the lock she was picking. Not her fight, she reminded herself. And having the guards distracted could only help. There was the sound of blaster fire as she got the last bit done. With a satisfied smile the door came open with a click. Just then a blonde woman nearly tripped over her in an effort to get into the room. Julie followed her inside and locked the door again, drawing her blaster. “I take it you’re the one the guards were interested in.”
“Bit of a mixup really,” she smiled broadly. “Help me get to my ship?”
Julie shrugged and tossed her a life support suit. “Was getting tired of this place anyway. Hope you don’t mind using the back door.”
There was pounding on the door. “Not at all. Name’s Jenny.” She grinned with barely contained excitement as she pulled on the gear.
“Julie Harmon.” She locked the helmet, glanced to make sure Jenny was ready, and hit the airlock a moment before the guards burst in.
Jenny took her hand as they tumbled out. She quickly used the direction boosters on the suit to get them in the right direction. Julie grinned herself as they soared towards a little silver ship. Jenny grabbed onto a handle and got the hatch open and they landed inside in a heap. Laughing, Jenny pulled her helmet off. Julie did the same, offering her a hand up. “They’ll be after us in a minute.”
“This can outrun anything they’ve got,” Jenny plopped into the pilot’s seat. “You might want to hang on.”
Stumbling against a bulkhead as the ship’s gravity struggled to keep up, Julie grinned. This was the best way to start an adventure, and with a beautiful woman to boot.
So yeah, I just posted my 100th fic on AO3. Happy New Year.
This means that I’ve posted 190,845 words this year, all but about 8k since August 1.
Before this year I hadn’t written fanfiction in about fifteen years. I just have to say how much I appreciate each and every one of you that reads my stuff. You’re all amazing.
You’ve made me feel welcome in this community and helped me rediscover a passion. Thank you.
I posted my 100th fic on AO3!
In a Hundred Years Time – Sherlock never did have a good sense of when it was appropriate to have a shag.
teaser below the cut
Sherlock stepped behind John and leaned down to whisper in his ear. “I want to suck you off.”
To his credit, John kept the look of commiseration on his face. He quickly excused himself, pulling Sherlock to the side of the room. “We buried your great-aunt Margaret an hour ago. This isn’t the time or place.”
“I’m bored,” muttered Sherlock.
John pinched the bridge of his nose. He already felt out of place here in the grand Holmes estate. Mycroft had insisted he come, no doubt hoping he would control his younger brother. The aforementioned younger brother squeezed his arm. “Come upstairs.”
Sighing, John turned and followed him, throwing an apologetic look at Mycroft. He rolled his eyes and turned to speak with another dusty relative.
Chapter 7 of Ilium is up! If you like it, leave a comment?
Chapter six of Ilium is up
Sunday Six
I’m still kicking at the next chapter of Ilium, here’s the start of it, slightly more than six:
John’s breath hitched as they crossed into the station. He itched to have his gun. Instead he pushed his hands deeper in his pockets. After so long on the outskirts of society it wasn’t quite right to be around so many police. Donovan looked him over as they headed for Lestrade’s office and he turned away from her gaze, focusing on the dark coat in front of him and the confident stride. A radio squawked and he nearly stumbled, catching himself just in time.
“You all right?” asked Donovan.
“He’s fine,” said Sherlock, ushering him into the office.
