Delightfully Useless

Okay, here goes. I'm not going to say much in defence of this, except it was written a while back when I was depressed and (as usual) I don't really know if it's much good.

Title: To Rust Unburnished
Summary: Stargate SG-1, Tin Man ep tag. Robo!Jack muses on what he's lost.
Notes: Gen, rated PG for Jackish language. 50 words. Title from Tennyson's Ulysses, which is An Awesome Poem.

( How dull is it to pause, to make an end, to rust unburnished, not to shine in use! As though to breathe were life! )

I really don't know if this is any good, but I think it's as good as it's going to get. Anyway, I need to get it off my mind and into the fresh air - is that a mixed metaphor? o.O

Title suggestions welcome.

Title: (no title)
Summary: mildly angsty "Say UNCLE Affair" tagfic.
Notes: Gen, double drabble. Makes a lot more sense if you've seen the ep. (Hulu will start charging for it on May 15 2010, so get over there now if you haven't!)

( Ninja!Ducky and General Solo under the cut... )

Okay... I'm actually supposed to be posting today's rec on Calufrax. I got a bit sidetracked here.

Title: Balm of Hurt Minds
Summary: Why the Doctor doesn't sleep.
Notes: Gen, 150 words. Third Doctor exile.

Sleep, the innocent sleep - sleep that knits up the ravelled sleeve of care; the death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, chief nourisher in life's feast. --William Shakespeare



He doesn't sleep.

“I'm a Time Lord,” he tells them. “I don't need to sleep.” It's true, for the most part: he doesn't need sleep as humans do, in measured doses every night. He can get by with the occasional booster shot when his naturally resilient system begins to run down.

“I'm too busy,” he tells himself. “There's no time to sleep.” It's true, usually. There are always alien invasions, mad scientists, or the Brigadier's paperwork to battle. And behind it all, burning, his consuming need to mend the TARDIS and escape.

But in the long middle-nights when the experiments are all running smoothly - when there's nothing to do but wait, and sleep is calling his name - he still doesn't sleep. He can't accept the human rhythm of day and night, because that would be an assimilation into their culture.

An admission that, just maybe... he won't be leaving.

Okay, the second dw100 challenge word was "food" - pretty obvious who I'd be writing about for that one, eh? ;D It actually took me some time to come up with this particular idea, and I apologize wholeheartedly for stealing the concept (and the foods) from a 'Gatefic of which I do not remember the author.

Title: Food Fight
Summary: Illya's first food fight in the UNCLE cafeteria.
Notes: Gen, double drabble i.e. 200 words. Early partnership. Blue Jello courtesy of the SGC. ;-)

( Under the cut... )

I will probably put up a LOL later today. For now, here's my first-ever challenge drabble, cross-posted from dw100 for the sake of tidiness (and also a little bit of showing off. sigh.)

Title: Worse Than Ever
Summary: Three, Jo, Delgado!Master... and finger painting?!
Notes: Gen, rated G, 100 words. From challenge #278: Child. Warning - silly.

( Under here... )

(This was partly inspired by my own MacGyverly habits, morphed into an UNCLE piece in the details, and in many ways - especially the last line - describes everyone I've ever considered a hero. Thanks for reading.)

Point of View

Some people don't see things this way.

It always gives him hope - the knowledge that there are people, living in this world, who don't look over their shoulders every time they cross the street... who don't check out every room they enter for possible ambush locations and crossfire points... who've never spent the Fourth of July lying flat in the dirt with one hand on a gun, ears straining to distinguish enemy fire from the noise of the fireworks.

They've never had to learn these things. He lives his life the way he does so they'll never have to.