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This is a teaser! More soon! But let me know what you think!

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Find the rest over at kara_muse soon, I hope. Sheppard/Cuddy 50 sentences will also be posted over there shortly.

And if anyone can make me a Sheppard/Cuddy icon I would be forever happy!

Rec-Go-Round: Rec me one story you've written that you're proud of, any genre, here on my LJ.

Then go forth and ask the same in yours.

*I don't read slash. Sorry, I know some of you write it and might like to rec it and all.

I finished my story! YAY!

http://kara-muse.livejournal.com/7453.html

It's Wilson/Julie *grins*

I haven't had a meaningful update in a while, have I?

I'm still in North Carolina and I have a job. I'm working through a temp service for now but I've been at the same place since I started work -- at a Housing Authority. I work in the purchasing department, filling in for a lady who's been out. She's back now but they're wanting to keep me for a while longer to help out with a lot of other things.

What is a Housing Authority? A Housing Authority manages the low-income housing in a city; tries to help people find places to live, etc.

Everyone here is so incredibly nice! I can barely believe how great the people are!

My bf and I are still doing alright :) We had a great date this past Saturday - We went to dinner and then to a play at a restored downtown theatre, that is over 100 years old. The theatre may be a so-called "community" theatre, but it had professional quality.

Let's see... what else?

I already mentioned the dislocated jaw and the twisted ankles and the being sick. Trust me, you do NOT want a dislocated jaw. It happened when I bit into some mozzerella sticks from Sonic and they were way too hot. It happened Saturday night and the chiropractor wasn't open again till 9am Monday morning. Gah. Never felt pain like that before. Over that period of time, I tried tylenol, aspirin, advil, aleve, and aspercreme -- none of it worked. Gah.

Fandom - I've entered a few ficathons. I'll probably be working on fics some tonight. I don't know if I'll be online as the net is down at my bf's house. If it's back up; I'll be around.

You should see some new fics at my writing journal in the next few days as I have lots of story ideas bopping around in my head - Alias, Firefly, House, Atlantis, Stargate, and more! You can find that here: kara_muse

The Top Ten Signs You're Reading a Fic I Wrote

10. Eric Weiss (of Alias) is a character in the fic, even if the fic is not an Alias one.

9. The fic contains an original character named Arica.

8. Suspense galore at the end of each part.

7. The fic contains an anthropologist/archaeologist joke.

6. Some character gets tortured.

5. An obscure or recurring character is the center of the fic.

4. In many cases, the plot has never been done before and certainly not the way I'm doing it.

3. Lots of plot twists, changing what you thought was going to happen at the very last minute.

2. One word - Angst.

1. Insane cliffhangers -- I didn't get the name "Queen/Empress" of cliffhangers for nothing!

Okay, so I cleaned out a lot of the groups I was in that I wasn't active in or that were dead or something. I don't have time for all the extra... or rather, don't want to make time for extra nonsensical stuff. I want to get back into writing. Remember my new fic journal - kara_muse

I'm trying to get some questions squared away and keep up with the prompt writing I've committed to. I was considering making a separate muse journal too but I may just use that fic journal for that purpose also. I don't want oodles more journals than what I already have.

I have also joined talkingmuse and it looks like a neat community -- just getting started. The first topic will be posted this Saturday. So feel free to go join and be a part of it too!

FIC: Anniversary Introspection

Rating: PG-13

Summary: Rivalry and office politics and introspection at the forensic lab.

Author's note: I've started trying to develop Arica's lab more because it seems like the thing to do and I'm inspired. If you'd like to see a listing of her personnel go to forensic_lab. I have absolutely fallen in love with Tom Anderson, so I had to write a fic of course... exploring his mind, thoughts and perhaps background.

Disclaimer: All Alias references belong to J.J. But Arica, Nadine, Tom, Michael, Aimee, Emily, Luke, Richard, James and Zach are mine.

Tom Anderson absolutely hated office politics. All they did was distract from the purpose at hand. They mucked up people's lives and less work was done. He was a scientist and if he'd wanted to be a politician, he would have gone into politics and studied that instead. He had thrived so far in the Massachusetts lab, unlike his last job. He had worked previously at another state lab and had been unfairly fired, but it had almost cost him his career because of the circumstances. As such, he had been loyal to Arica, to the lab and had done anything he could to make life easier for her. And that included stepping up as the interim director while she was out with the new baby.

Michael Whitmore had been hired about the same time he had been and had proven to be at best a complicated choice. Dr. Whitmore was great at his job, had been the golden boy at his last employment and had taken this job as a promotion. He wanted Arica's job and had made that clear from his first day on the job. Whitmore had even rained the bureaucracy on their heads more than once when Arica made deviations from some procedures because of common sense. He was a formidable man but Arica had kept him at bay this long. And was doing so now by putting Tom in charge. That had not gone over well and had been met with some criticism. Whitmore had tried to rally the lab's funding partners to protest but that hadn't flown either.

"We've got a new case," Emily Barr said, poking her head in and interrupting his thoughts.

"Thanks, I'll be right there," he replied, standing and moving to the lab. Not surprisingly, Whitmore was already there. As the senior pathologist, most of the caseloads at least went through his department.

After speaking with the authorities as necessary, he returned to his office, determined to push a little more paperwork through before the day ended but instead, found himself lost in thought. Tom wasn't a man given to a lot of introspection the job, but today had been a strange day. It had been a year since he and his wife had signed the papers and it just seemed impossible that it had been a year since. In some respects it had been his fault. He'd lost his job, watched his career crumble to dust, fallen into depression as well as a bottle on occasion and ultimately had destroyed everything he had left in his life. But on the other hand, looking back, they had not belonged together. Absently, he wondered if she had remembered the day. She already had a steady boyfriend, a new job, a new life. He was working on it, but it had been a long road... and but for the grace of God, he would not have made it this far.

Title: You’re Not Alone Tonight
Author: KaraB
Rating: PG
Fandom: Alias
Summary: Jack
Disclaimer: Of course Alias isn’t mine. Neither is the song. It belongs to my favorite singer whom I hope to see in concert again soon. His name is keith urban. And if you don’t know his music, you should.
Written for: 2cbetter and maisfeeka

Since Irina’s betrayal, Jack had sealed himself off from the world… even dangerously so. He was emotionally distant with even his own daughter. He did it partly for the job, but mostly out of his own fear of being betrayed and hurt yet again. Trusting someone, loving someone, meant opening yourself up for the possibility of being hurt.

And he couldn’t allow that. And if it did happen, he wasn’t sure how he’d react or who he might hurt, both emotionally and physically.

The phone rang, startling him. “Bristow,” he answered in his gruff voice.

“You’re not alone Jack. You never have been.”

He was caught off guard… vulnerable… much to his dismay. “Irina?”

“Turn on the radio Jack. Don’t lose faith.” The call promptly ended.

Flipping on the radio, he noticed that it was on a different station than he’d left it. A song was just starting to play.

We all drink to forget
Some of us more than most
When reality gets too real
And the fires of hell to close
But I'm here to let you know that
That you can make it through
If you believe that someone is watchin' over you

And call it an angel
Call it a muse
And call it karma that you've got comin' to you
What's the difference
What's in name
What matters most is never ever losin' faith
'Cause it's gonna be alright
You're not alone tonight

We all have our days
When nothing goes as planned
Not a soul in the world
Seems to understand
And for someone to talk to
You'd give anything
Well go on and cry out loud
'Cause someone's listenin'

Yeah, and call it an angel
Call it a muse
And call it karma that you've got comin' to you
What's the difference
What's in name
What matters most is never ever losin' faith
'Cause it's gonna be alright
You're not alone tonight

Keep your faith alive
You're not the only one

Yeah, and call it an angel
Call it a muse
Call it karma that you've got comin' to you
What's the difference
What's in name
What matters most is never ever losin' faith
Yeah, you're gonna be alright
You're not alone tonight

Oh you can cry if you want to, go on

For the first time, ever, Jack Bristow felt a lone tear roll down his cheek.

Title: Fellowshipping
Author: KaraB
Rating: PG
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Summary:
Written for: roguem

Frodo paused in his reverie. Today was an important day. It was one year ago that it had all ended… that they’d defeated Sauron, Saruman and all their evil forces. And things were still as confusing as they’d ever been, at least for him.

Sam had settled down for the simple life and it suited him, but Frodo no longer felt a citizen of the Shire.

“Mr. Frodo?” a voice questioned, shaking him completely from his thoughts. “Mr. Frodo?” the voice asked again, concern present.

“I’m alright Sam.”

“You shouldn’t be dwellin’ on events. The ring was destroyed…” Sam always had been able to tell what he was feeling. “We have a surprise for you Mr. Frodo.”

“What is it Sam?” he asked, curious now.

“Come with me.”

Frodo almost declined but Sam was far too excited to refuse him. He followed him to Bilbo’s old house and was surprised when the lights flashed on to reveal his companions.

Aragorn was the first to speak, as befitted the kingly ranger. “My little friend, we are all in your debt and thought perhaps you could use some company on this night.” He paused and smiled slightly. “And we brought presents and food as well.”

“Tis the least we could do,” Legolas added.

“I assure you this was not necessary,” Frodo started.

“Aye laddie, it was.” Gimli was there of course.

Frodo paused another moment, tempted to try and leave and lose himself in his thoughts once again. Instead, he spoke, “There’s food you say?”

Everyone laughed. And instead of spending the night in dark thoughts, he spent the night in fellowship with friends.

Title: Fathers & Sons, Brothers & Sisters
Author: KaraB
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Alias, Pretender, Sentinel, Stargate SG-1 (separate drabbles on a theme)
Summary:
Written for: 2cbetter
Spoilers: Only vague, general series spoilers for Pretender. Fourth season Alias spoilers (general) and spoilers for the final episode of the Sentinel. Current season general spoilers for Stargate.


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“Why did you do it Sydney?”

“I only did what I thought was best Jarod.”

“Best for whom? Me? Or the Centre?”

“Jarod, you know that I have no loyalties left with that place. When I think of all the things I did… everything that was done to you…”

“Then don’t lie to me again Sydney.”

Sydney sighed and sat back. “You know you have been like a son to me.”

Jarod’s face registered a moment of shock and longing. He’d always wanted to hear that… had always thought of Sydney like a father figure.

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“It’s so great to finally have family,” Nadia said quietly. “I thought for the longest time that I would be alone for the rest of my life.”

“But you’re not,” Sydney pointed out. “And I’m glad we found you too. I always wanted a sister.”

“Even though Arvin Sloane is my father?” Nadia wondered. “You are glad even despite that… because I know that bothers you.”

“The fact that Sloane and I don’t get along has no bearing on our relationship. We are sisters and that is something special.”

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“What’s up chief?” Jim asked his partner as they got into the pick up. “You got real quiet there. And anyone who knows anything about you, knows that you and quiet parted ways long before we met.”

“Just thinking Jim.”

“That could be dangerous.”

“I’m serious. I’m thinking about the past few weeks and all that happened. I… I am so sorry about the publicity…”

“And I’m sorry about your thesis, but I do appreciate what you did for me.” Jim paused, unsure how to continue. “I said some pretty nasty things… I should have known that you would put our friendship first.”

“Jim, we’re not friends… we’re way past that.”

Before Sandburg could finish his thought, Jim did for him. “You’re right chief, we’re brothers.”

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"Brothers?" Jack mused. "Gotta say I like the sound of that."

Daniel shot him an amused look. "The SGC hasn't been the same without you."

"Is Mitchell working out okay?"

Daniel nodded. "But we could use you back there."

"What is with that place? You all keep trying to get me out of retirement." Jack rolled his eyes. "Well not this time buddy."

Daniel smirked. "Famous last words Jack... famous last words..."