evilawyer

03:26 pm: Welcome to the Department of Redundancy Department
Well, I've decided to make this kind of a mirror to the LJ set up I have --- regular evilawyer journal for real life, evilawyer_fic journal for fic. I probably still won't get around to the parallel posting thing for some time on either, though. Technology hates me.

03:33 pm: Well, I Guess It Was to Panic
Lifejournal isn't working now. Just loads a blank page. Anyone else out there getting the same result? Anyone else just plain out there?

04:23 pm: DW Fic: Repentance for Your Every Sin
Title: Repentance for Your Every Sin
Author: Evilawyer
Pairing: Nine/Simm!Master
Rating: NC-17 (safest, I think)
Time Frame: Pre-"Rose"
Summary: "Am I your penance, Doctor?"
WARNING: Darkfic. Arguably non-consensual sex, but that's a matter of personal interpretation. Definitely dark, though, in ways that have nothing to do with any kind of sex.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.


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07:13 pm: DW Fic: That's What Brothers Are For
Another just-a-bit-odd one:

Title: That's What Brothers Are For
Author: Evilawyer
Characters: Simm!Master, The Meddling Monk
Time Frame(s): post-LotTL, post-The Time Meddler
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: “Isn't that what brothers are for? To listen to you pour your heart out to them?”
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.

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11:53 pm: Ficlet: She Moves
Shock and horror! The Doctor with no Master! What is wrong with me tonight? Actually, I think my mind came up with this as penance for what I am about to do to Nine in another fic I've just about finished. I love Nine. Honestly, I do. Of all the Doctors ever, he'd be the one I believe would be able to spare a thought for those he's left behind. Well, for Susan, anyway.

I am not a Doctor/Rose shipper. I loved Nine's relationship with Rose, but I saw nothing romantic or sexual about it. Ever. It would have just been wrong. No, they had a more parent-child relationship. Nine learned to care about Rose much as father learns to love his children, and Rose matured with the parental nurturing Nine gave her as that love grew. To my way of thinking, Rose could have continued to grow into a strong, independent, warm, caring and wonderful person if only Nine hadn't regenerated. Ten's pretty, but he's no Dad (except for the spreading the genes into the next generation part of being a dad --- e.g. Jenny).

But enough with the sharing of my thoughts and excuses. On to the ficlet. The title was inspired by U2's "Mysterious Ways", by the way.

Title: She Moves
Author: Evilawyer
Characters: One, Nine, Susan, Rose
Rating: G
Summary: She brings life. Yes, she does.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.

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07:51 pm: DW Fic: Eat Up!
And another older one:

Title: Eat Up!
Author: Evilawyer
Pairing: Ten/Delgado!Master
Rating: PG
Summary: "Nonsense, Doctor. There'll simply be more of you for me to love. Speaking of which..."
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.
Original Post Date (LJ and elsewhere): August 13, 2008
Author's note: A smaller, happier ficlet written in the fifth dimension that exists between my ears where no Doctor has ever been a total ass to any Master and no Master has ever been a complete crazy, meshuggeneh loon to any Doctor. I can only take so much gloom, doom and angst, you know.


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Tags: dw fic

04:29 pm: And here is some more DW fic.

Title: You Could Have Woken Me Up
Author: Evilawyer
Rating: PG-13ish
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Summary: "Was there some imaginary line you drew down the middle of the bed that I wasn't supposed to cross?” AU after LotTL
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.
Note: Original post date on LJ and elsewhere = Aug. 21, 2008

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Tags: dw fic

04:06 pm: DW Fic: For A Little While
I had intended, at one point, to put my fic on this journal. Like so many other plans, that completely fell by the wayside. To be fair, I started having trouble getting on to insanejournal, and then I just sort of stopped trying. Just popped over here to see if access was easy again. Might as well start posting at least some of the things I've written over here as per the original plan.

This one was written this past Summer and posted on my LJ fic journal on August 7, 2008. It is my first (finished, anyway) mix-and-match Doctor/Master fic.


Title: For a Little While
Author: Evilawyer
Summary: He's going to do it anyway because it'll make him feel better for a little while.
Pairing: Ten/Delgado!Master (references to Simm!Master)
Rating: R
Spoilers: Last of the Time Lords, The Claws of Axos (very minor)
Beta: My thanks go out to the lovely and talented x_los (at LJ). She helped whip this puppy into shape (although I was unable to do justice to all her comments), helped me come to grips with the fact that not everyone shares my feelings about dwarfs, and was good enough to point out where I had the poor Doctor and Master ---- and the point I was trying to make --- drowning in a sea of ejaculate.
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and I make no monetary profit from them. No infringement of U.S. or international copyright law or of trademarks is intended.



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Tags: dw fic

07:01 pm: DW Ficlet:: Now Titled Attempted PWP
I tried to write PWP yesterday as a little present to myself. My mind rebelled a little against the plotlessness, though, so I'm not sure how successful I was. Nevertheless, it was fun trying. I can't think of a title, though.

ETA Apr. 16: Thought of a title.

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08:18 pm: Dr. Who Fanfiction - Games
The S.O. brought home "The Mind Robbers", which I always thought was one of the best Dr. Who stories ever. So imaginative, and done on a astounding tiny budget. I enjoyed watching it over the weekend. It got me to thinking a bit, so I wrote this today as I tried to deal with my sinus infection.

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08:18 pm: "Over Time" - Dr. Who Fanfic
It's done! And it's at http://www.prydonian.net/viewstory.php?sid=133.

Tags: fanfic

02:38 pm: Fanfic Finished!
"Over Time" is done. I'll be posting to The Prydonian and wherever else I post that one a little later on. I've got to get a letter out before 4:00 p.m.

Tags: fanfic

01:29 pm: My Fic Is Almost Done!
That Dr. Who fic I posted about (maybe that was over on LJ, I can't remember)? The one that came along with the flood of fic that washed away my brain in December? The one that wasn't fun or funny and was filled with angsty het sex that I didn't know where it was coming from because, after all, I really only like funnier stuff or hot m/m vampire and TimeLord sex in fanfiction? And that's also taught me that I cannot write sex, whether slash or het, to save my life? Although maybe I could if it involved meerkats, prairie dogs or ground squirrels (I like to give myself credit whenever possible).

Well, that fic is almost done. It is done in my head; I've just got to clean-up the last chapter a bit, which won't happen until the weekend. It will be 8 chapters in all. The earliest ones are the shortest and mostly just set things up or move them along. Chapter 5 needed a massive overwrite because that chapter just would not make sense no matter what I did until I changed PoV. I'll post here and at LJ when it's done.

Oddly enough, with all the bitchy sniping going on in that story, it hasn't assuaged my sniping inner bitch at all. I think I'll have to get together with my friend D next week. Whenever I go out with him, I get to indulge my inner bitch --- mostly at the expense of total strangers with awful fashion sense --- so that I'm calmer. More pleasant. For a little while. The lesson? Writing fanfic is not necessarily a treat for my inner bitch.

Tags: fanfic

07:10 pm: AtS/Dr. Who Fic - The Calendar Says Nothing..., Master Calendar, Visiting Cleveland
Since LJ is acting bad again (***shakes finger and goes tsk, tsk, tsk at LJ overlords***), I am going to back up all my fic to here. And by that I mean post either the fic that I put on my LJ directly onto here (all Buffy/AtS) or link to Teaspoon or The Prydonian for my Dr. Who fic (since I'm mostly putting those on archives.

First up: My AtS/Dr. Who crossovers (so far)

1. The Calendar Says Nothing About Architecture or Hairgel is at http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=19745

2. Master Calendar is at http://www.prydonian.net/viewstory.php?sid=168

and

3. Visiting Cleveland is at http://www.prydonian.net/viewstory.php?=180

More tomorrow. Or the next few days.

Tags: fanfic

08:36 pm: Dr. Who Fanfic - The Swirling Universe
I know I said I wouldn't be around. I apparently lied. Trial prep has gone so well so far, though, that I've taken the last few hours off. Now all I have left to do is finish prepping for cross-examination and getting my trial exhibits in order.

Instead of eating chocolate or drinking beer or doing other stuff that will put on the pounds during my break, I wrote something. Dr. Who-land again. It's at http://www.prydonian.net/viewstory.php?sid=183. It came out quick, which probably means something meaningful that I'm not going to analyze.

Now, I think I will clean up my desk and get ready to meet my client tomorrow before I get back to picking out hearsay exceptions. I figure if I throw as many of them as I can at the wall, one of them has to stick and I can get at least some documents into evidence.

I actually think this trial thing is fun.

Tags: fanfic, work

06:19 pm: This Fanfic Thing...It Can Be Too Much
I started posting a Dr. Who story at A Teaspoon and An Open Mind. It's called Over Time and is at http://www.whofic.com/viewstory.php?sid=19548.

It's almost finished in my head and almost as almost finished on paper (virtual paper, anyway). It's got a lot of angsty het in it. I have absolutely no idea why or where it's coming from. I only know that I will be very happy when it gets completely out of my brain and I can go back to reading m/m vampire slash and BtVS non-slash, with the occasional peak at m/m Time Lord/Time Traveler (maybe even Time Lord/Time Lord/Time Traveler) slash, as my primary method of interacting with the glorious world of fanfiction. All will then be as it should be.

10:18 am: AtS-Boston Legal Crossover Ficlet
Posting an old bit of lawyer fanfic previously found on greatestjournal. Yes, lawyer fanfic. And I'm not embarassed by it or apologizing for it, dammit!

Title: Did You Hear the One About the Two Lawyers?
Cross-Over: AtS and Boston Legal
Characters: Gunn, Alan Shore
Disclaimer: I own neither of these characters or the shows from which they stem. They and the shows belong to other, far more creative and far more famous individuals than me. I am making no money off of this. I'm not making money off of anything right now, so why should this be different?



“You call that a demon?

“Look at it. It’s terrifying”

“Terrifying to a three-year old, maybe. A really messed up three-year old at that.”

“We all have our own personal demons, Charles. Clowns just happen to be one of mine.”

“Yeah, well, let me tell you, I‘ve seen all kinds of scary things, and Bobo just ain’t one of them.”

“What scares you, then? No doubt it would be something with fangs.”

“...”

“Not fangs, then.”

“Not fangs. What scares me isn’t a monster with fangs. Or one with a big red nose and a horn and unicycle. What scares me is me. What I’m capable of doing or not doing when the right bait is waived under my nose.”

“I suppose one would find that terrifying. If one allowed oneself to think about it. Refill?”

“Yeah.”

08:20 pm: I Miss Another Opportunity for Culture
I didn't make it to see Mark O'Connor at that Cabrillo Music Festival. Too bad. An excellent fiddler, even without YoYo Mah (sp?) as back-up.

08:17 pm: AtS Fanfic
Title: Reflections in Hell
Characters: Wesley, Faith, Lilah
Summary: Wesley thinks about women he's known
Disclaimer: I seem to remember these characters having been made up way, way before today. And I also don't see any money in my pocket because of writing this.

ETA: Fixing typos makd pointed and and stuff (some a bit on the substantive side) that I saw and/or wanted to change as I was fixing those. Thanks makd!

On to the fic

Fred. Fred, well, she was an ideal. No flesh. No blood. She never really touched him, except with her mind. It was like being wrapped in a large cloud of soft cotton. Nice, but no feeling. Fluffy, smiley, pretend feeling, as his former charge all those years ago might have said in her strange, teenage vernacular, but not real feeling. So, Fred didn’t count. He may have loved her beyond all reckoning, but she didn’t really make him feel. She didn’t really count.

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Faith. Teenaged Faith. So young, so dangerous. He had no idea what to do with her. Not surprising. Never mind he’d been young then, too, he couldn’t begin to understand her. He wasn’t dangerous at all.

Still, she slithered though his life just like a snake. Followed him to LA just to torment him. Well, not exactly. Even he, head boy, could see she was tormented herself and couldn’t keep it in any longer. But torment him she did. She made him completely attuned to his feelings.

There was feeling there. There was pain. Not to mention blood.

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Then, blissful peace. The peace that comes with being content to be a part of things, to let things unfold around you. It wasn't until he sought to intervene to avert disaster that his peace was shaken. And he wasn't totally in tune with his feelings again until...

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Lilah. Smart, ruthless, back-stabbing. Not that he had much experience, but Lilah was the best lay he ever had. All that ambition played out in the sex act. Not just ambition, either. There was a little bit of fear and a great deal of longing in her kiss, her embrace, her passion. That much he understood, because he felt it, too. Sometimes, just sometimes, he had to work at being detached when they were done. Had to hold himself back from holding on to her for just a little while in the post coital haze.

Of course, he knew she was forever searching for ways to suborn him. That she thought he could be bought, that she thought so little of him, helped keep it all in perspective.

What she ultimately made him feel was pain.

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He didn’t see her in prison, but when he came to bust her out, he saw that all her atoning had matured her. Gave her something she had seemed to completely lack before --- empathy. “Seemed” was the operative word. He wasn’t sure if she really hadn’t had the capacity to empathize, or if whatever her life had been before she was called squashed down that capacity. Not that it mattered to him. He needed her to do her job. And she was an animal, after all.

Still, he couldn’t deny it. She’d atoned. Faith. He wouldn’t have credited it if you’d asked him beforehand, but he had to now. She had recognized she had sinned, and understood she had to pay for that sinning. Found what for her was an inner stillness as part of that process. Well, it would be fun shaking her out of that.

But it wasn’t. It wasn’t fun, it wasn’t satisfying and it wasn’t payback. It was just work. And when the job was done, he had to admit that she’d made him feel something very different than everything she’d ever made him feel. Anything he’d ever felt. Pride.

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There she was. All wrapped in plastic and colder than a witch’s tit, as the saying goes. So quiet, so still. Not trying to suborn him now.

But still, she was evil. Or had been evil. No, she was evil. He must remember that. Had to remember it, as she stood in back of him and spun all manner of lies while he looked at her dead body in front of him. Lies that said she cared, that she loved. She didn’t love. She didn’t know how. Her kisses and her eyes and her body, they’d all lied. She didn’t love. She couldn’t.

But try as he might, he knew he was wrong. She may have never said it, but it was real for her. The relationship. The relationship had been as tangible for her as the signed dollar bill in his wallet was for him. And when his task was done, he had to admit that she’d made him feel something very different than everything she’d ever made him feel. Anything he’d ever felt. Loved.

11:02 pm: AtS W/L Ficlet ... Sort Of
Title: I Think In Terms of Poetry
Characters: Lilah, thinking (but not speaking) to Wes
Disclaimer: They're still not mine. Nothing and no one is.
Other Notes: As close to poetry as I will ever get. And not for everyone, so don't feel compelled to read. The poetry isn't very good, but the feeling ... the feeling may be downright scary to many. And, I am a very bad poet, after all.

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That Lilah, she was a thinker, after all. A thinker with legs.