Variations on the same theme

Title: Caught between the devil and the deep blue sea
Fandoms: Spooks, Alias
Characters: Lucas North, Sark
Rating: PG
Summary: Pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name. But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. (The Rolling Stones)
Notes: this is all transtempts' fault. So it's for you, hon!
Warning: If you don't like second-person narrator POV, or slash, don't read.

( The first thing you unlearn: you're stronger than this. )

Title: Chances.
Author: Fan'
Disclaimer: they're all JJ's. I'm poor. Don't sue.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: spoilers for the series finale.
Feedback: yesplease.
Author's notes: Many thanks to shadesofbrixton for the beta job and more generally for being awesome in so many ways. Written for jade_olekani for the Dearly Departed Alias Ficathon. ( Click here for her request, and the fic! )

All right, so I've just finished writing them. I'm not a hundred percent happy with them, but if I don't post them now I never will. And okay, they're bigger than what drabbles should be I guess, but who cares. Let's call them vignettes then.

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Harry/Remus for stampinground - weirdly, it's the one of those three drabbles vignettes that I like best. Thanks for the (squicky) prompt!


( Wrong, wrong, wrong. )


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Sark and Vaughn for twixou - this is probably nothing like what you expected, 'Lexia, but hopefully you'll still like it. I might give a try to some very short smut between them, if you want, as I'm all for hot desperation-driven smut and that would work very well in between S2 and S3, or even after Lauren's death, but... this is what came out today. I can't believe I wrote S5 Sydney. Argh.


( There's something to be said for eggs. )



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Mal and Simon for thewatch - as predicted, not paired together, although I'm pretty sure you could read it that way if you wanted to. Hope you like it!


( Wind's picking up. )

You've been hearing about it for ever so long... there you go. The beginning of my Sarkney fic, now entitled "Same Calibre, Different Makes." While this prologue actually takes up a scene in season 2, the rest of the fic will veer AU from the end of S2 onward (as in, no two-year blank, just a continuation from Sydney killing Allison (yes, she kills her in my world)). Due to the fact that I do not hang out in the Alias fandom at all, I don't have anyone to beta this... any mistake is completely and utterly my own. (And if anyone feels in the mood for a beta job, I'd love it. I don't publish often, *cough*understatement*cough*, so I don't think it would be too tasking. However, I've got two more chapters - far, far more consequent than this - ready to be beta'ed!)

Title: Same Calibre, Different Makes
Part: Prologue - The Hammer
Rating: Up to R in later parts.
Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like that, Sark doesn't belong to me. Neither do any of the others. (Not even Weiss. *sniffles*)

( Irina glances at Sark, whose face is an unreadable mask, then tilts her head backward and smiles again, a smile that is not meant for anyone to see. )