The Mad Scratchings Of An Electronic Pen

Firstly, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ERIN!!!!! (I'm a horrible friend and totally forgot - even with the LJ reminder e-mails)

My life:
- I'm doing Scrooge again this year and it's been really odd. Not the show, but me; I've been really nostalgic for past years/cast mates.

- On the knitting front, I made myself a shawl! It was based on a pattern for a baby shawl that I had to size up and at one point I ended up ripping out the whole thing and starting over - gah! But it's done now and I'll post pictures soon.

- Since knitting = mindless tv watching, I've gone through season 9 of Smallville, season 1 of Atlantis, and am currently on episode 4x05 Community (yes, I started with ep 1x01).

- Writing/creative stuff. I'm taking part in a Shakespeare Advent challenge and I've actually been keeping up with it fairly well. So far I've written 5 one shots, made 3 photo type things and 3 - count 'em, 3 - gifs!!!

Another fic I found on my hard drive. It's a "Guild" one-shot from way back at the start of season three.




"It is said that if you know your enemies and know yourself, you will not be imperiled in a hundred battles -- Sun Tzu"

It had started as research. He had just wanted to be prepared for the next step in the attack. Vork, Clara and Zaboo were depressingly average plebs looking for a way to escape their boring lives and were easy enough targets.

But Codex was different.

The google search on Cyd Sherman turned up nearly 20 pages of hits. The first five were the normal links to facebook, myspace, twitter and a bunch of white page listing, but then came the good stuff.

Interviews going back with a younger and younger musician, a youtube video of her playing Sweet Child O' Mine on the violin, a police report on a domestic call - and how awesome was it that she had set that guys cello on fire! Just proves what they say about the quite ones.

It wasn't until the fourth time he loaded her symphony profile picture that the realization dawned on him that this might be a little bit more then research.

Of course, that was about five minutes before he got her chat request.

With one quick instruction of, remember to breath, she was gone. Hatter watched the mirror for a moment, as if she might suddenly step back through, before turning around and walking out to revolving door.

The trip back to the tea shop happened on auto pilot; it was the crunch of glass that brought Hatter back to himself. “Oh...” He let out a long sigh, “This is going to take some work.”

He carefully made his way over to the, now empty, wardrobe and hung up the velvet coat – Alice's coat.

Hatter chest grew heavier as he surveyed the room. “Oi!” he rushed over to his desk and gently picked up a battered top hat.

The hat was made of sage colored felt with a dark green silk band and a brim that rolled up slightly at the edge. He had been just nine when it had been willed to him by his great Uncle Reginald.

Uncle Reg was one-hundred and twenty-seven when he died, but that didn't really count. Uncle Reg had once cheated Time at cards, which is something you really shouldn't do. The consequence of which, Uncle Reg had been stuck at six o'clock for just over thirty years.

Hatter looked at the dirt sprinkled along the side of the hat. Philistines, he thought. He softly blew at the dirt, but stopped quickly when something went thud.

Looking down he was surprised to see a small packet of yellowing paper tied with a black ribbon. Hatter sat down at the desk and just looked at the for a moment, had that been in the hat all these years?

With a soft tug the bow on the ribbon came undone, then Hatter gently unfolded the top letter.

She’s all my fancy painted him
(I make no idle boast);
If he or you had lost a limb,
Which would have suffered most?
They told me you had been to her,
And mentioned me to him:
She gave me a good character,
But said I could not swim.

It was total drivel. Hatter set the paper back on the desk and was folding it when an odd shimmering caught his eye. Picking the paper back up, this time holding it over his head and slowly turning it to the light, Hatter saw the words change.

She’s all my fancy painted her,
she’s lovely, she’s divine,
But her heart it is another’s,
she never can be mine.
Yet loved I as man never loved,
a love without decay,
Oh, my heart, my heart is breaking
for the love of Alice Gray.

This was... No, it was impossible. Okay, yes Uncle Reg had met Alice of Legend, he had heard the story many times as a lad. But there was no way that this poem was about her.

Her golden* hair is braided
o’er a brow of spotless white,
Her soft blue eye now languishes,
now flashes with delight;
Her hair is braided not for me,
the eye is turned away,
Yet my heart, my heart is breaking
for the love of Alice Gray.

I’ve sunk beneath the summer’s sun,
and trembled in the blast.
But my pilgrimage is nearly done,
the weary conflict’s past;
And when the green sod wraps my grave,
may pity haply say,
Oh, his heart, his heart is broken
for the love of Alice Gray!

Hatter slowly put the poem down and reached for the next paper in the bunch. It began, Dear Alice...

It has been less then an hour since we spoke at the looking glass, but there were
things that I could not say to you then that I must say somehow. You looked so
lovely in your wedding dress. I do hope that your Mr. Gray understands what a great
prize he has won in you.

If you were to read the above I'm quite sure you would laugh. But Mr. Hatter, you
might say, why could you not give me a simple complement when you have given
me so many before?

It is not the complement that stumbled me, but the sentiment behind it. For if I
started by tell you how lovely you looked I would surely finish by telling you how
ardently I love you.

Ah, there it is, my dear girl. The one secret I have manged to keep. I love you.

I have kept this to myself for a vast list of reasons: our diverse upbringings, the
differences in our worlds, my strange quarrel with Time. But if I am to be honest,
the largest reason for my secrecy is due to cowardice. I was simply too scared of
hearing you say that you didn't return my feelings.

I know we shan't speak again. You have a new adventure to face, one that I won't be
able to help you with. I wish you well on it.

Yours forever,
Reginald M. Hatter

Hatter was stunned. Uncle Reg had not only met the Legendary Alice, but had really known her, had loved her.

I was simply too scared of hearing you say that you didn't return my feelings.

The line from the letter rang louder and louder in his head. Hatter jumped to his feet and ran out the door. Uncle Reg had may have been too scared to confess his feelings, but he'd be damned if he let history repeat itself.




Alice Gray by William Mee, parody by Lewis Carroll
*Mr. Mee wrote of dark brown hair, but Alice of Legend had yellow so I made the change.

This was written for Remix: The Drabble. It's based on the story, Two Points and a Line. Go read that, then pester iambickilometer to tell you who the fifth doll is.

The title, and most of the dialog, came from the T.A.T.U. song "Show Me Love". You can listen to it here.

( Show me love... )

One of my NaNoWriMo "Project Work in Progress" stories.

Thanks go out to the amazing cincoflex who created the term, Koltarkta, and graciously let me use it. If you think Spock/Uhura is hot, you should check out her Trip/T'Pol stories.

I also want to thank the amazing folks at the Vulcan Language Dictionary. With out all their hard work, this story would have never happened.



There was always a thrill that comes with opening a new book.

For Cadet Uhura the thrill was intensified by that fact that the book was written in a different language. She fell back on her bed and drunk in the first line.

plak'tow shoret katau la' – Koltarkta

( Read the rest... )

Once upon a time "Star Trek" was owned by the Great Bird of the Galaxy, now it's owned by Universal - I am neither.


Are you sure you want to do this? The man in the booth gives me one last chance to back out.

I nod my head and brace myself. I know that it's dangerous, both the process and everything that comes after it, but if it means getting my shot at him... Well, I'll put myself through anything.

The man punches some buttons and the machine starts to hum. The hum gets louder as the arms begin to spin. The world is gone now, just the spinning lights and the ear splitting hum.

Suddenly everything stops and for one second it's peaceful, then the pain rips through my body and drops me to my knees.

( Oh my god... )

It the old "Pick a character/ship, put on your music player to shuffle and write while the song plays" thing.

I kind of cheated a little (some stories just couldn't be finished in the time I had), but all in all I stuck with it. There are even two instrumental pieces in here.

Iron Man - Tony/Pepper

01 - Don't Get Lost in the Crowd – Ashley Ballard
It was another event, filled with music, filled with drinks, filled with people.

Tony was behaving, for now. He had managed to end up talking with Mark Willis who was an engineer from GE. Pepper had left them comparing plans for how the Death Star would actually fire and made her way to a quite spot out side.

She hadn't even finished her drink when Tony sat down next to her, “I almost lost you in the crowd back there.”

02 - How Do You Like Me Now – Toby Keith

03 - Normal American Boy – Bye, Bye, Birdie

04 - Mal's Song – Michelle Dockrey
The only part of the missions that Tony really enjoyed was the flying. The times when he could have Jarvis pilot and he was free to just watch the stars passing.

After he landed he would have to deal with savage men or government hounds (he hadn't decided which ones were the worst yet), then there was always the look in Pepper's eyes – sad, but glad at the same time.

05 - Let Me Be Your Wings – Barry Manilow
Faster, higher, more. That had always been Tony's life. So many years spent chasing after the next high, but no matter what he did the high would always fade – booze, girls, drugs, hell even the Iron Man suit had been a thrill only the first time.

But Pepper... No matter how many time she said it, Tony's heart always speed up at hearing her say “I love you.”

06 - Tinkerbell – James Newton Howard (from the Peter Pan soundtrack)

07 - For Crying Out Loud – Meatloaf

08 - She's All I Ever Had – Ricky Martin

09 - Intermezzo in A, Op 118 no 2 – Brahms

10 - The Impossible Dream – Man of La Mancha




So the first two were kind of duds (I thought), but after that they really picked up (I had to stop the song when "Normal American Boy came on because the idea of Pepper and the SHIELD agent trying to do damage control and telling wildly different stories made me laugh to hard). And I might just come back to "For Crying Out Loud" and flesh that out some more (Because it's Jim Steinman, and my god, the stories that get shoved into all the songs he does...)

Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or Linde.

Edit: After you read this, go watch this video.

 

Disclamer: I am not Misters Michtell, Van Sickle, or anyone else making money from "Tin Man".

 

 

( Hey kiddo... )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Disclamer: I am not Misters Mitchell or Van Sickle, I am also not Lynn Ahrens or Stephen Flaherty. I just really like their work.

 

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