Your mission, should you choose to accept it...

[sarea]

I have Gmail account invites (guess Google went nuts today :D), and I'd like to give a few away. Well, maybe "barter" is a more accurate term. <g>

If you don't know what the heck Gmail is, read all about it here. Essentially it's Google's new email service, which is currently in beta. You can only get an account by invitation. My favorite things about it: 1) the 1GB of storage, which means I can do far less deleting (their motto is "Never delete another email message!" but I don't think they quite understand my email volume); 2) it groups conversation threads; 3) it checks for new mail automatically.

Anyway, the first three people to respond to this post with ONE of the following things will receive an invite:

1. Fan art.


1. Pairing: Draco/Ginny. Doesn't have to be for a fic of mine or anything, but D/G t00biness in general would be fine. :D


2. Fic.
   
   1. One of the following pairings:
   
   
   1. Draco/Ginny (HP)
   
   
   2. Ginny/Zacharias (HP)
   
   
   3. Draco/Cho (HP)
   
   
   4. Sydney/Sark (Alias)
   
   
   5. Lex/Lana (Smallville)
   2. Minimum word count: 1,500
   
   

EDIT: All submissions must be new and your own creation.

I was going to make the word count requirement on the fic fewer, but then I figured it wouldn't be fair to artists. :-S

Schmooches to all of you! :D

Keeping Track of Invitees:

1) mynuet, who rocks hardcore. Read her awesome D/G ficcage here and shower her with love!!! 1,631 words. *in awe*

2) obtabius, who has now joined us in the Bad Place and wrote fanfic for the first time. Gotta love Sarkney from Weiss POV! :D Link here.

Comments

[obtabius.livejournal.com]

Sloane was going to do something big, something very big and they needed someone to go in and try to find out what it was. Syd volunteered herself, but they were more interested in placing someone else in Sloanes path. Someone who was seen to be expendable, someone who no one would care about. Except Sydney did care about him, and she begged him not to go. To at least take her. To let me be his aide, not Vaughan. She pleaded and asked and threatened. When she finally told him that if he did this, like this it was over, he tried to explain. If he did this, they could never doubt his loyalty. He could be with her forever. Her voice held steady, and she left without saying goodbye.

It was a Friday morning, three days later when they found out what had happened. It had, of course, been a trap. Sloane had shot him, with a tiny silver gun. When Syd found out the news, she stood still, so very still for a moment, and then she walked away. Marshall thought it because Vaughan was still on his way back, shot in the shoulder, that she was worried because of that. I found her sitting on a park bench thirty nine minutes later, and she cried hot tears into my shirt that didn't seem to end. And made tiny noises like her heart was breaking. Then she stood up and walked away, and I didn't see her for five more days.

His memorial service was nothing really, seven people, five of which didn't like him, and me and Syd. No readings, no hearfelt goodbyes. Just a burial. Afterwards she stopped me, and asked me if I would mind if she gave me something that she had written about him. She couldn't read it out loud, they were still a secret, but she wanted someone to know how she felt, and he liked me. Had liked me. Though I was funny and loyal, an alright guy. So I said yes, and she handed me a piece of paper, before walking away, tossing a "Don't forget to burn it" over her shoulder, with a tiny smile.

*

The next day she came back to work, looking the same, if you didn't know what to look for. And she did her job, and she never mentioned him again. But I kept the letter and it sits in my drawer at home, where I pull it out and look at it sometimes, and grieve for those two people who never quite made it.




Sometimes when Im not careful, when it's quiet, when he's looking at me like that, I thinks that I might be in love with him.

I not sure when it happened. Certainly not the first time I saw him, in a photograph.

Certainly not the first time I met him, she thought he was rude. Distant. Abrupt. Able to hide things.

Not the first time I kissed him. Although I did have the satisfaction of seeing his eyes widen slightly, of throwing him off guard.

Not the first time he kissed me, which came out of nowhere. He kissed me in the rain, pinned me to a wall outside a store.

No Im not sure when it happened, or even if I can hold it down.

But it's there now, when it's quiet. And his eyes are hot on me.

When it's noisy, and he's arguing with me.

When he's using that cold logic which means he's angry at me.

When we kiss each other, and Im not sure who started what or when or where it will end.

Because he's so damn smart, and he sees me. He makes me feel something, even if it would be better if I felt nothing at all.

[sarea-okelani.livejournal.com]

Yay for your first fic! I'm glad something spurred you to write. Now there's no going back. :D

Oh, the story's so sad! :( But really, Sarkney ain't ever going to end happily ever after, is it?

Love this line: It got worse when she started to ripple back.

LOL @ this, and amen: the women he loves. Or sleeps with at least. Or maybe loves. Who knows.

And it's Sarkney, with Weiss POV! Love both those things. Interesting decision -- glad you went that route. There were some SPaG issues, but considering the hour of the day for you, I'm not overly concerned. Great first attempt! : ) I couldn't find an email address -- where would you like for me to send the invitation?

[obtabius.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)
Yeah looking at it now, Im seeing some stuff I'd like to change, but I can't find ye olde edit button. Glad you like it, Im a big Weiss fan, *sigh* love that guy.

My email address is - nichola_mac@hotmail.com

thanks again :)

[sarea-okelani.livejournal.com]

Your invite's been sent ... but I've read several places that sometimes Hotmail eats Gmail invites. So let me know that you got it safely! : )

[obtabius.livejournal.com]

It got sent - thanks :)

Ha! Hotmail, you have been thwarted!