life in the subjunctive mode

I HAVE FINISHED. I have finished my Molly Hooper fic! Finally. It's not very long, but it's full of angst and complicated things, and it was altogether more difficult to write than a plot-based story, or a microcosm-type story.

It's even edited, more or less. The last 2K isn't, because I just need to get this out there so that I can focus on things that I actually need to write, like my homework and NaNoWriMo and the Crossover Fic of Doom.

Title: A Disordered World
Fandom: Doctor Who/Sherlock
Characters: Molly Hooper, Martha Jones, John Watson, OCs
Length: 7,645 words
Summary: Nearly a year after the invasion, Molly wakes up, not to the Toclafane shrieking, but to a rap on the front door.
Author’s Notes: I saw one of those AU gifsets on Tumblr that made the assumption that Martha and Molly went to medical school together. Note that I know absolutely nothing about the practice of any sort of medicine, except for what I have experienced on the patient end of things.
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So, this is what I've been doing this weekend, when I haven't been working or browsing the internet for hours on end. (Did an uncomfortable amount of that, too. Shit.) It started with another idea I had, and then combined with something else I started writing, and here we go. More crossover. I need to stop this.

The formatting is going to be weird because it's a script written in Word, so there's italics galore and I can't be arsed to transcribe them. I'm also none too sure about the voices - I feel like I got Rory and John's conversation bits down well, because that was what I came in to write, but I'm progressively less sure about the Doctor, Sherlock, and Amy. (I'm so sorry, Amy. I did my best.)

 

( In Which There Is A Temporal Paradox Because Amy and the Big Bang )

 

Something I wrote this morning. I had this really weird sensation this morning where I just felt dried up, like all of my creativity had just vanished overnight and I couldn't even muster up the energy to be depressed about it because I felt like a normal person. That weirded me out a bit, so I started writing the first thing that came into my head. I don't really care that it's not finished, and in all likelihood it never will be, because there's nothing to it. I just liked the idea of the Doctor taking Amy to meet Sherlock Holmes. I feel like it's something she would have read as a kid, and then made Rory be her Watson while they went around finding nefarious crimes to solve around town.

This takes place between Cold Blood and Vincent and the Doctor in Amy’s timeline, and between seasons 1 and 2 in Sherlock.

( fueled by psychic paper )

I finished catching up on Community in time to watch tonight's episode. I feel odd and apprehensive now, because I've been watching it obsessively for the past few weeks to avoid reality, and now that I've run out of episodes, I'd have to make a concerted effort to get into another show in order to reproduce the same effect, and I just don't think that's a good idea.

So now I have to be a real person again. *sigh*

Also Sherlock is my new thing. I like things. If I write enough about it, then I will stop being so ridiculously overinvested in it because I'll have my own set of canon events that I can replace when yet another show fails to give me a relationship I can actually understand and relate to.

Hahaha so! I meant to spend the night watching Community, and I ended up getting through a few episodes before deciding that my time would be better spent writing another 'Molly is the Doctor's companion, and this is what it looks like to outsiders' story. Because if I started the story I have in mind from her POV, right this moment, it wouldn't get finished. So I wrote one for Christmas instead, in honor of the snow we are finally (sort of) getting up here.

I'm a lot less stressed to pieces by writing silly things. Like this! This was such fun to write. Such fun. And it only took three hours, which is unheard-of fast for me. I don't quite know why these fandoms have brought out both the desire to write fanfiction, and the ability to finish stories, but I'm perfectly happy to go along with it.

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Title: Good King Wenceslaus Looked Out, On The Feast of Stephen
Fandom: Doctor Who/Sherlock crossover
Wordcount: 3,127
Rating: PG
Summary: In which Christmas Eve at 221 Baker Street is interrupted by world-saving shenanigans; possibly minor spoilers for the end of series 6

EDITED VERSION NOW ON AO3 This one is so much better, Jesus.

( the first draft of anything is shit! )

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I will eventually write the story that Molly mentions at the end. I just need to figure out the part in between the first two-thirds, and the very end.

All right, so I'm going to be up late tonight reading for class tomorrow morning. I meant to read tonight, but I ended up sitting in the student union, writing in pencil on a small pad of unlined paper. because I got excited like nothing else by this idea. Hand wrote 1.7K in an hour and a half. (NaNoWriMoer in me is always, always counting words per hour.) Because if there is one thing I really like writing, it's dream logic.

2.18.12 -Now edited into respectability..

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Title: Figments
Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: PG
Words: 2,022
Summary: In which John does not take Sherlock's death well. At all.
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( the first draft of anything is shit )

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I had a moment of joy when I realized that Episode 2 is going to be the one where, in the original stories, Holmes crawls around on a roof barefoot, plays Watson to sleep, and is miffed that Watson doesn't appreciate his housekeeping skills. And the one where Watson is so addled by meeting his future wife that he recommends that someone take 2 teaspoons of a highly lethal poison, and no more than 2 grams of cod liver oil. Also mixes up something else in a story he's telling, but it's adorable.

Then I realized that I'd gotten the Hounds of the Baskervilles mixed up with the Sign of Four, and was severely disappointed.

HOWEVER I'm SO looking forwards to The Reichenbach Falls. That had better be a fucking love letter he finds, and there had better be some goddamn tears. I'm sick of being teased with subtext without any validation.