Currents of Time

Title: In The Blood
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Wordcount: 1,400
Rating: T-ish, I guess...? I never know how to rate these things!
Warnings: Potentially disturbing, distinct lack of sanity
Summary: The time between Hotaru’s first and second meeting with Jade.
Disclaimer: Jade (who spends the entire duration unconscious and is never actually named here) is mine. Hotaru Okame is not, but I was given free use of her by her creator.
Notes: This was going to be longer, but it decided it wanted to be in two parts, so I decided to finish this up, code it, and post it. Looked over by aerinity (thank you again!).

( In The Blood )

*END*

I think this is supposed to be some sort of meme-thing where people request the subject, but no one ever asks for these two, and on the rare occasion someone does, they never include a prompt, and I WANT TO WRITE THEM, (and also I'm not sure if it's 5:1 or 4:1, but) so I'm utterly disregarding whatever rules that are possibly supposed to be had for this.

So there.

(Though I guess since I'm mentioning this, if anyone wants to request Jecca try this with anything else, go ahead. I'll try anything once, at least.)

Anyway, Jade and Okame, mostly Okame. Mostly Okame being crazy, or having crazy forced upon her, or something. ... The usual, really. No, I'm never going to stop posting about them. I like them.

Title: Five Incidents
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Wordcount: 1,810
Rating: T-ish - seriously, I never know how to rate these things
Warnings: Potentially disturbing, distinct lack of sanity, fem-slash of a sort (extremely mild, more like pre-slash)
Summary: Four times Okame had dreams (none of them nice) and one time she didn't.
Disclaimer: Jade's mine. Okame's not. I was given free use of her by her creator, and I'm going to assume this still applies, even though we no longer speak to each other.

( Five Incidents )

*END*


To clarify, Okame doesn't severely freak out every night she's by herself, and this went on for far longer than four days/nights before Jade clued in and moved Okame into her own room and took up residence on the floor.

Also, there's a line in the second part referencing a poison. I didn't expand on it here, because doing so felt extremely out of place, but that is established. See Jade's "brief" history here.

SPIDERS SPIDERS SPIDERS MY LIFE IS CONSUMED BY SPIDERS /\/\(::_::)/\/\

SPIDERS ON THE WALL AND SPIDERS ON THE CEILING AND SPIDERS ON THE FLOOR
I could write a poem.
I WENT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE AND FOUND A SPIDER ON THE DOOR
It danced a little samba, then looked at me and said,
"I see that book you're hefting and I'd rather not be dead."
I felt a prick of guilt at that, but dared not drop my guard,
and wondered if I could somehow move it out to the backyard.

It took my silence as encouragement and scuttled 'round a bit
But quickly stopped its actions when I shouted, in a fit,
"I see what you are doing there, don't think that I've been fooled!
My mother isn't here right now, and so I've overruled
her policies on spiders and how they are our friends.
You come any closer and, I swear, it'll be your end."

It actually listened and I paused again, impressed,
But even an obedient spider wouldn't lessen my distress.
Holding the book level, I watched it, while considering,
and finally, inspiration! "I think I've just the thing,"
I told it. "I need to get out this door but can't; you're in my way.
And you can't move or else I'll make this your last day.

"Clearly, then, the solution, is for us both to agree
To not attack the other; to respect our boundaries.
I'll open the door if you'll move off to the far side,
and then I'll let you go out first. This way we'll both survive."
The spider agreed readily, and hurried to comply
and, true to our words, we both escape into the warm outside.




...Right. I clearly needed to go to bed at least ten minutes ago. I've now forgotten whatever else I might have planned to say, anyway. Me sleep now.

Pretend I posted this at the end of January, since I wrote nothing last month and was lame enough to post old stuff. Though maybe I should be saving this for the end of February.

Either way, someone needs to take these two - or at least Mirage, since he's the real problem, anyway - away from me before this gets even more out of control. TAKE HIM AWAY. Please?

Also, I can't come up with an even half-decent title. Woe.

Title: Prodding
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer (ME!)
Fandom: Transformers, sort of Top Gear crossover
Rating: K
Characters: Mirage, Sideswipe, others.
Pairing: Take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,044
Warnings: None
Summary: Mirage doesn't want the other Autobots to know where he'd been while he was missing. Sideswipe, unfortunately, appears to be on to him.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear, and this probably didn't happen.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This is ... silly. It was originally a short scene from the still-in-progress "WST-Live!" thing, but it kept growing so, to prevent Mirage from stealing the story, I gave him yet another of his very own. I removed all references to the events of that story, so this should stand apart from it without problems. It still, of course, fits into Alt-verse.

( Prodding )

- END -

This wrote itself last night (since it's technically morning now). I've no idea why or where it came from (I wasn't even in the fandom when the incident in question took place). But I've got into the habit of posting something at the end of each month, apparently (this will only be the third...), and despite the 30-or-so thousand words I've put into them, nothing else is finished, so I guess I figured I'd share this, or something.

Happy New Year, by the way, even though that's really not until tomorrow.

Title: Sympathy
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Fandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson. Others referenced.
Pairing: Nothing intended, but take it as you will.
Wordcount: 1,111
Warnings: References Richard Hammond's crash
Summary: Mirage and Jeremy talk outside the hospital shortly after Richard Hammond's Vampire dragster crash.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this conversation didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear.
Notes: This will not make sense if you haven't read "GT." This probably qualifies as something done in exceedingly poor taste. I am ashamed of myself. I do not know why I have written it. Nor do I know where it fits in the timeline of "GT." I think this could easily fall either shortly before Jazz and Hound arrive or shortly after Mirage's departure. Whichever you prefer. (I know where I place it, but it's really not that important.) And, truly, I am sorry. This is rather terrible, both of me and of the writing in general. Please don't hate me for this.

(For the record: Yes! I dislike this! A lot! Why did you post it, then, drama-queen attention-whore whiner? Because Aniko would kill me, and I like not being dead.)

( Sympathy )

- END -

For all the work I've put into this, it feels kind of weird to not be posting it anywhere. I don't know where else I could put it, though. That said, I don't care if anyone reading this wants to link it anywhere, either because they like it or because they want to poke fun at it.

* This has since been linked to at topgearslash and, if Aniko is to be believed (and I've no reason to doubt her) at The Padded Cell.

It doesn't fit in one post, so I've linked each entry to the other half of the story.

...I want to say several things about this, including how much I dislike it right now, but I'm not going to! I realize my opinion is tainted quite a lot by the fact that I've been working on this for months. So, without further discussion, here it (finally) is, in all its ridiculous glory.

Title: GT
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer
Fandom: Transformers/Top Gear crossover
Rating: T
Characters: Mirage and Jeremy Clarkson, with appearances by Decepticons Rumble, Ravage, and Battle Ravage (unnamed), Autobots Jazz and Hound, and humans Richard Hammond and James May. Others referenced.
Pairing: nothing intended, but take it as you will. I don't care.
Wordcount: 13,300
Warnings: this is insane?
Summary: Mirage's deployment goes awry. Jeremy Clarkson's Ford GT arrives. There are no such things as coincidences.
Disclaimer: I'm fairly certain this didn't happen. I do not own Transformers or anything (or anyone) related to Top Gear. I do, however, own an Alternators Mirage, who looks startlingly like Jeremy Clarkson's GT and is the entire cause of this deranged thing.
Notes: The Transformers characters in here all have Alternators forms. The Alternators line has no canon, so I'm kind of making my own up as I go along, but there are a lot of very strong influences from various branches of Transformers continuity. This is completely irrelevant to anyone not familiar with Transformers.

There may be a few problems. I'm not British, so I'm not sure if all of the dialogue is right for Clarkson and the others. I'm not sure my chronology is entirely correct, either, so, if something's glaringly wrong, please tell me so I can try to fix it. I'd love to hear what people think of this in general, as well, even if it is nothing but hatred.

Part I

( GT: Part II )

- END -



Edit I should've done quite a while ago...
There are other stories (all one-shots) related to this. In order of writing, they are: Sympathy, Prodding, On Names, and "With A Chance of Rain".

But I may be going to hell. I cannot believe I wrote this.


The Trans-Fan's Prayer

Transformers, who art of HasTak, hallowed be thy canon.
Thy warriors come. Thy battles be fought, on Earth as they are on Cybertron.
Give us this day our daily finds.
And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us.
And lead us not into snipe bidding, but deliver us from scalpers.
For thine is the franchise, and the retcon, and the robots, for ever and ever.
Roll out.




YES I AM AWARE THERE ARE PLACES WHERE THE SYLLABLES DON'T MATCH UP.

Those of you not familiar with The Lord's Prayer may want to take a crash course, but I suspect this was inspired by the FFXI-based parody of it I saw on Allakhazam back when I frequented the forums there. Though the Intro Survey I've had sitting filled-out on my desktop for the last two months wherein I answered TRANSFORMERS FOREVER? with AND EVER, AMEN could not have helped.

I keep telling myself I will post that tomorrow. The problem is that I am a total wuss and also that today always has a tomorrow. What will happen, you see, is I will die horribly some day without having ever delurked, and then people will write tragic poems about it and send them around as internet chain mail.

Also, "And forgive us our fanworks, as we forgive those whose fanworks offend us" is like my new favorite line ever. And should perhaps be applied to every member of every fandom everywhere.

It is inevitable that I rant about whatever I happen to be doing in my spare time to the people I talk to. travelers_flame heard a bit about my Jak exploits and wanted to see the games, see the plot, etc.

She didn't want to play them.


...

So, I beat Jak and Daxter in what was probably under ten hours (look, I have no idea what my time was, and that seems like a very safe guess), still managing to snag 100 Power Cells (a different 100, ha) and more Precursor Orbs than last time.

It's apparently turned into a second Ecco, in that I proclaim to hate every section of the game. Also, I hate Lurker sharks. A lot. (I did die considerably less, at least. Not that I only died a little, just that I died less. I was still crying from laughing too hard at a few of those places I just can't survive in. Why is death funny?)


Now we've started Jak II, we've only just turned the water back on, and I am dreading the racing. But Torn is still awesome, and I didn't realize we "met" (read: saw) Tess so early. (Also, grr, Kor. I hate you.)

Though the opening of that game makes a whole lot more sense now that I know what's going on.

I'm continuing the trend of dying less so far. I really hope it continues!

We're going to restore it soon (because, wow, it's a completely new level of "doesn't work"), which means I'm looking through the old files and pulling out the ones I want to keep. This is the one that can't send email (or do much of anything, really. I'm not sure why the internet works on it, to be honest), so, uh, yeah. 'Nother file transfer post, here.

Stumbled upon a thing I wrote a while back (don't remember when) featuring the original character of a friend of mine. (Incidentally, the same one I was up all last night writing about. Creepy coincidences get along well with her. Go away, Silent Hill / OC crossover.) (Jade is my character, but the main person here is not. (un?)Fortunately, Hotaru's creator allows me to do pretty much anything I want with her.)

( This girl is craaazy. )

And now I must accompany my mother to her Christmas Eve church-thing. By "now" I mean, in an hour.


Edit:
Hotaru? Look, I'm terribly sorry, but as you no doubt know already, I had a nice chat with your creator tonight, and she fully endorses your jaunting through Silent Hill. What's more, she even rather liked the bits that I showed her from the story.

Guess you're stuck with this.

...And if anyone could explain why I suddenly find myself writing characters into Silent Hill scenarios on Christmas / Eve, I'd... greatly appreciate it, really. I mean, of all days.