I'm behind because I couldn't get the internet to work at the hotel last night. I'm going to do two posts tonight to make up for it. :D
The Days:
1. Something old
2. Something new - talk about a new fanwork of yours!
3. Something you made for someone else
4. Something you made just for yourself
5. Something for a large fandom/pairing/character
6. Something for a small fandom/pairing/character
7. Something you're just really proud of
Day 2: Something new
I've posted a To Do list on my LJ, but I'm definitely working on a few things. One of them is a 'presumed dead' story that takes place in the future where Neal is off-anklet. He and Elizabeth are on their way to Connecticut to visit El's sister when their train derails. Elizabeth is the presumed dead character here, so there is a lot of angst and Neal feeling guilty. I've been working on it for a while, and I hit a wall there for a bit but I'm working through it.
Untitled Presumed Dead Story Cookie
When Neal woke, it was mostly dark in his room. There was an absence of warmth beside him that meant that Peter was no longer lying there. He bolted upright and groaned as his head spun, his stomach turned, and his ribs protested. "Peter?"
"I'm here." Peter's voice was rough and raw.
Neal looked in that direction and found Peter sitting in the bedside chair with his phone in his hands. The screen was illuminating his face in a way that made Neal shudder and reach for the cord above his bed.
They both blinked at the sudden, bright light, and Neal rubbed his eyes as his headache flared briefly.
"I called Abby," Peter said softly. "She's coming down in the morning."
"Okay." Neal hadn't even thought about calling Elizabeth's sister, Abby. He'd only met her last Christmas, and they'd become fast friends, but he'd only been able to think about Peter's reaction and then his own grief.
Peter's thumb flicked across his phone screen as a tear slipped down his cheek.
Neal knew he kept pictures of Elizabeth on his phone. There were some of himself too, and some of Satchmo, a couple of the White Collar team, including one with Diana and Theo smiling for the camera. He thought of his own pictures on his phone, which was in the top drawer of the bedside table, but he couldn't bring himself to pull it out.
Other upcoming stories include the Bookstore story where Matt gets mugged while Tim is out of town, a Neal Hughes story where Neal goes undercover and he may or may not get shot (*cough*he does, he definitely does*cough*), a Stand By Me/Lost Boys story that focuses on teen!Peter and teen!Elizabeth having to make a very tough decision... I have all kinds of random story tidbits floating around in my WIP folder. One of these days I might have to declare WIP amnesty on some of them.
The Days:
1. Something old
2. Something new - talk about a new fanwork of yours!
3. Something you made for someone else
4. Something you made just for yourself
5. Something for a large fandom/pairing/character
6. Something for a small fandom/pairing/character
7. Something you're just really proud of
Day 2: Something new
I've posted a To Do list on my LJ, but I'm definitely working on a few things. One of them is a 'presumed dead' story that takes place in the future where Neal is off-anklet. He and Elizabeth are on their way to Connecticut to visit El's sister when their train derails. Elizabeth is the presumed dead character here, so there is a lot of angst and Neal feeling guilty. I've been working on it for a while, and I hit a wall there for a bit but I'm working through it.
Untitled Presumed Dead Story Cookie
When Neal woke, it was mostly dark in his room. There was an absence of warmth beside him that meant that Peter was no longer lying there. He bolted upright and groaned as his head spun, his stomach turned, and his ribs protested. "Peter?"
"I'm here." Peter's voice was rough and raw.
Neal looked in that direction and found Peter sitting in the bedside chair with his phone in his hands. The screen was illuminating his face in a way that made Neal shudder and reach for the cord above his bed.
They both blinked at the sudden, bright light, and Neal rubbed his eyes as his headache flared briefly.
"I called Abby," Peter said softly. "She's coming down in the morning."
"Okay." Neal hadn't even thought about calling Elizabeth's sister, Abby. He'd only met her last Christmas, and they'd become fast friends, but he'd only been able to think about Peter's reaction and then his own grief.
Peter's thumb flicked across his phone screen as a tear slipped down his cheek.
Neal knew he kept pictures of Elizabeth on his phone. There were some of himself too, and some of Satchmo, a couple of the White Collar team, including one with Diana and Theo smiling for the camera. He thought of his own pictures on his phone, which was in the top drawer of the bedside table, but he couldn't bring himself to pull it out.
Other upcoming stories include the Bookstore story where Matt gets mugged while Tim is out of town, a Neal Hughes story where Neal goes undercover and he may or may not get shot (*cough*he does, he definitely does*cough*), a Stand By Me/Lost Boys story that focuses on teen!Peter and teen!Elizabeth having to make a very tough decision... I have all kinds of random story tidbits floating around in my WIP folder. One of these days I might have to declare WIP amnesty on some of them.
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