Currents of Time

Wait, this isn’t what I sat down to write... oh, no, not another one of you. (Alternately, apparently there’s a limit to the number of times one can walk to work in the rain before one’s brain goes… here, I guess, I don’t know, that sentence kind of fell apart halfway though. I’M OUT OF MY HEAD WITH ALLERGIES AND ALLERGY MEDICATION WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME.)

Title: "With A Chance of Rain"
Author: Jecca Meitahn / twilit_wanderer’s allergy meds-addled brain
Fandom: Transformers / Top Gear crossover
Rating: K+
Characters: Mirage, Jeremy Clarkson
Pairing: As always, take it as you will.
Wordcount: 656 (short!)
Warnings: none?
Summary: Mirage doesn’t like storms. What’s the big deal? It’s just water.
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." Placed shortly after Mirage comes crawling back.

This is completely unbeta'd and I am not British, so if I've made some stupid mistake or another, please let me know. I have some concerns, seeing as how allergy meds make me weird and skew my worldview slightly. (SOMEDAY I WILL WRITE SOMETHING THAT ISN’T 95% DIALOGUE I SWEAR.)

( “With A Chance of Rain” )

- END -

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 -

FOR THE LOVE OF YOUR DEITY HERE. NO.

I DO NOT NEED TO WRITE ANOTHER SILENT HILL CROSSOVER, AND IT MOST CERTAINLY DOESN'T NEED TO BE A DIRECT SEQUEL TO THE FIRST ONE. (NO ONE EVEN READ THAT. YOU'D THINK THIS WOULD DISCOURAGE ME.)



... MIRAGE, I SWEAR, IF YOU DON'T STOP SMIRKING AT ME SO SMUGLY, YOU'RE NEXT. YOU'LL GET STUCK IN THE HELLTOWN WITH SOMEONE NAMED JEREMIAH AND YOU'LL BE CHASED BY DEMON CAT-CARS OR SOMETHING. EVEN THOUGH THAT MAKES NO SENSE BECAUSE WHY WOULD YOU BE ANGSTY ABOUT A CLOSE CALL WHEN YOU HAVE A MILLION AND TWO OTHER MORE REASONABLE THINGS TO ANGST ABOUT. SHUT UP AND GET IN THE BOX WITH ALL THE OTHER ALTERNATORS.

please dont it would be so lonely if you were all packed up

mirage why is there a spiderweb on you the spiders should all be dead or asleep or something by now and that wasnt there yesterday



There are Hanukkah songs stuck in my head. This would almost make sense if not for two very minor details:
- Hanukkah is over.
- I am not Jewish.


I have no sanity.

in som

nia

I am tired.


So I've been plotting and typing at the thus far unnamed Transformers/Silent Hill thing, which I still do not know why I am writing. I don't want to be writing this. I'm supposed to be working on "WST-Live!" and ten pages worth of school essays. Really, I have better things to be doing, depending on your definition of better, so, okay, by my definition, I guess maybe I don't, but ... why is my word processor defaulting to Verdana size 10? I mean, that's better than the standard Times New Roman 12, which is vile, but... why?

But I'm not. Working on my schoolwork, I mean. Obviously. I just said I wasn't, though I suppose I could be lying, but I'm not sure what that would accomplish.

Anyway, The Hapless Victim (Prowl, for the curious) likes logic, so Silent Hill - or whatever it'd be called on Cybertron, anyway, I'm not directly naming it because I am oh so clever or something - is probably one of the worst places I could possibly put the guy. I'm probably going to get to the end to find I've destroyed his mind. ...Well, I know the end, so I shouldn't be placing bets on it. I'm not adverse to betting against myself, though, so don't take that as anything definite.

I really like this character. Why am I doing this? ... That statement, of course, means nothing in this fandom of mine, because I can truthfully say that about everyone, for the most part. There are probably one or two exceptions, but nothing comes immediately to mind. There's no one I actively dislike, I do know that.

I'm barely into the story and he's all ready come up with logical explanations for several things.

At least so far it is moving straightforward, unlike "GT," which just bounced all over the place and then fell into something resembling a coherent order shortly before I finished working on it.

This isn't going to be as long as "GT," unless, as I told Aniko, maybe, since "GT" contained a lot of dialogue, and this one isn't going to be quite as full of talking, so maybe the actual content amount will be about the same? I don't know. I want it to be over with faster, though, so I am hoping it is not. All I know for absolute sure is the list of appearing characters (though I might toss a few more cameos into the ending bit, just for the heck of it). It is a very short list. Seriously, it's like four characters.

And the plot-twist makes me feel a bit ill.


... This entry feels disgustingly incoherent and scattered. ...you can... really, really tell I am exhausted, can't you? SHUT UP JECCA. adsfgkhm

AUGH NOVEMBER.

I take miniscule consolation in the fact that I have absolutely no intention of hitting a 50k word count (watch, watch, I suddenly accomplish exactly that within two weeks).

I have to admit, I'm a little worried about it. Mirage is going to feature in "WST-Live!," though not nearly as prominently as in "GT." It starts about the time he returns, so I'm not sure how well he's going to be interacting with the other Autobots. (Jeremy Clarkson has already managed to be mentioned a few times, and he's not supposed to be in it at all!) He's been gone a while, though.

And with that totally awesome and not at all forced segue, I go on to ramble some of my many, many thoughts about "GT."

Does it make me a bit egotistical to do this?

Probably. I need to get it out of my system, though.

( Jecca's thoughts on her own writing. Spoilers for GT. )

Okay. I feel... not better, since that might imply I was feeling bad about it, but, I don't know. I have wanted to talk about this story for the last month but have refrained, because I didn't want to reveal the ending anywhere on my journal (I was going to just leave it at anywhere, but the truth is, I threw the last three-or-so pages as Aniko almost as soon as I finished typing them up, because I was so ridiculously proud of it) before I posted the final product. Because I love the ending and still think it is perfect.

BUT NOW IT IS TIME TO TACKLE SOMETHING ELSE. And hopefully now I can actually do that, now that I've got my ramblings about "GT" out of the way.

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.

( GT: Part I )

Continued...

I would love for my Brain to explain to me why, whenever the idea of insane crossovers is presented to it, the first fandom it jumps to is Ecco.


Apropos of nothing:

( Spoilers for Heroes 2:05 )


To wildly change topics again (have you got whiplash yet?), "GT" has gone and kicked me in the face. Not in terms of plot or sudden hatred of ending or anything drastic, just in terms of me suddenly having an inability to write (despite having possibly all of it laid out at this point). Stop it, you. I only have a little over a week, you're not allowed to not want to be written now.

Also, face kicking is generally not nice, anyway.

Though I did get one scene written today that I found very hard to do. So, er, that is something.

...but then, so little of this mess is.


I have now declared my intent to finish "GT" by the end of the month to anyone who will listen, so hopefully a lot of people will be willing to kick me should (when, arg) I fail.


The "James and Richard decide to steal the car" thing was not my idea (it was presented to me when I was, sadly, still suffering from some delusions that this was somehow supposed to make sense. Haha, silly me! My own writings make my head hurt. wah), but it is turning out to be a lot of fun to write, so.

I scrawled out what amounts to about two pages (when typed) at work this evening. ... See, The Stupid Manager insists we all need to become more productive. This, apparently, means coming in and getting all possible work done within the first hour (which, for me, is entirely possible. I suppose she keeps thinking I'm the other closing person, the one who does take forever and a day to do things) and then doing nothing for the next five. Glorious.

TANGENT ASIDE, it is not finished yet (the car theft part, not the entire thing. Obviously the entire thing's not done yet, or I'd just be posting it), but I am actually looking forward to writing more of it. (Though I am quite sure the other two are ridiculously, er, 'out of character,' though it feels really odd applying that phrase to real people, or even fictional representations of real people. I'm going to stop thinking about that now.)



On the entirely other hand, I still cannot believe I am doing this. (The rational part won't die - which is good, really, I need it, but it's suffering pretty thoroughly these days.)


Also, if I do not get to the post office tomorrow before work, I am going to kick myself.


I had some other stuff to say, but the hour is late enough for my Brain to be a little too active, so instead, I have some stuff I need to do before I make that entry. BE AFRAID. (I certainly am a bit worried, at least. When I am not laughing like a deranged fool.)

I HAVE WRITTEN THE ENDING TO "GT."


IT IS PERFECT.



Now I just have to get, you know, the rest of the story there (I know what I want to say, I just do not know how to say it) before I change my mind and begin hating it the way I do everything else I write. TYPE FASTER.



Also, what? How odd! I have seen seven Corvettes in the last three days (five of them yesterday)! That is more than I have seen in the entire rest of the year! Most bizarre, one of them was that really pretty blue I think that page is hilarious, by the way, and it was directly following a white Mustang with blue stripes. I've mentioned before that I think "Wheeljack" lives around here somewhere, so that one wasn't as much of a surprise. Seeing the two right next to each other like that, though, made me raise my eyebrows just a teeeensy little bit. Alt-Verse is coming for me. (Is this a sign to write more of it, or to stop writing it immediately? Most curious!)

I am also fairly certain I saw a Pontiac Solstice. Silver!

Also, night before last - that is, the morning of the day I saw five Corvettes - I had a dream I was showing my brother how to identify a Corvette by pointing out features on my Alt Tracks. I also dreamed I was going to hate work that day, and surprise! It was awful. Precog dreams should go back to predicting awesome things, please. Not that me hating work is unusual these days, and not that five Corvettes wasn't awesome, because it was.

Top Gear! Joy! I haven't watched any of it yet, so I can't speak for the quality, but there it is.

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Jeremy Clarkson is about to leave when Mirage decides he hates the man and cannot take any more if any of it. He shuts down his own engine, overrides all attempts made to force him to start up again, and refuses to move. Bad enough to be thought of as property, but to have been put on display, and in such a fashion? He wasn't going to take any more. He does allow them to push him out of sight, once the group decides they can't "fix" him.

He is immediately sent to Ford and is forced to scramble his own systems so that they think something's actually wrong. While he's stuck in repair, he tries ceaselessly - and unsuccessfully - to reach his contact.


Much to his dismay, two days later Mirage finds himself back where he started. He sits in the dark, seething, until an idea occurs to him. He'd had several unnecessary systems installed, all of which he can tap into. Maybe, he thinks, maybe if he's annoying enough, no one will want to own him and he'll be free to go about his business.

Mirage wakes up everyone in the immediate area before allowing the alarm to be turned off.

He waits a short time, then turns it back on again.


When Jeremy Clarkson can't deal with the alarm any longer and tries to bring him back to Ford again to find the problem, Mirage finds a new game and convinces the tracking device installed that he's been stolen.

Ford only investigates the alarms system, so Mirage is free to report himself stolen as often as he pleases once he again finds himself under ownership of the ridiculous man. The distress he's obviously causing the human bothers him a bit, but he tells himself that it isn't exactly as though he's lying. He has been stolen, in a way.

Mirage is sent to Ford for repairs again, and privately declares war.


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Working on this is making my want both my Cyclonus (plot) bunny pun icon back and Mirage icons. Maybe it is time to get a paid account.

Good, acceptable, "Jecca, you need to fall off the face of the Earth and die"? I have no idea. Please point out any stupid mistakes I have made.