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From: owner-arfic-l-digest@lists.xmission.com (arfic-l-digest) To: arfic-l-digest@lists.xmission.com Subject: arfic-l-digest V1 #10 Reply-To: arfic-l-digest Sender: owner-arfic-l-digest@lists.xmission.com Errors-To: owner-arfic-l-digest@lists.xmission.com Precedence: bulk arfic-l-digest Monday, March 12 2001 Volume 01 : Number 010 ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2001 18:15:32 US/Eastern From: gsi16228@gsaix2.cc.gasou.edu Subject: Re: (arfic-l) 'nother beta request > I'm currently about 3/4 done (14 pages) with a Dragon Ball Z story. And no, > it's not a little kids show. It handles some pretty heavy stuff at times, > and what I'm trying to work with here is the heaviest. > > I'm straying from my usual writing style, which involves a lot of dialogue, > to a story that's made up almost completely of narrative, so I'd really like > someone to tell me how I'm handling everything and what I should work on. > > There's also a lot of prodding at Mirai no Trunks' and Mirai no Gohan's > psyches. > > I suppose that some knowledge of the Mirai (future) timeline would be > helpful, but I could probably fill you in on anything you don't know. <Waves hand frantically> Oh! Oh! Can I help? I love the whole mirai Trunks storyline of DBZ--and the oav History of Trunks was just great! Plus, Mirai Trunks is my favorite character! I'll be more than happy to help==I know the timeline, I own most of the trunks storyline, and if I misstep any, my bro (who is a huge DBZ-er) can help me catch any errors. ^_^ So... Um, yeah, I'd be happy to help you. ^_^ Caroline - --------------------------------------------- This message was sent using GSWeb Mail Services. http://www.gasou.edu/gsumail - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. For information on digests or retrieving files and old messages send "help" to the same address. Do not use quotes in your message. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 19:34:04 -0800 (PST) From: Worlds Away <worldsaway2001@yahoo.com> Subject: (arfic-l) FIC: Worlds Away (18/??) Title: Worlds Away (Part 18/??) Author: M. Bumbarger Email: worldsaway2001@yahoo.com Fandom: New Series Tomorrow People Rating: PG-13/TV-14 Summary: The Tomorrow People are swept away to a different world, where they must take up the lives of their alter-egos and try to find their way home . . . which won't be easy. Notes & Dedication: An extra special chocolately goodness thank you to Caroline Fales for helping me over several humps with this chapter and keeping the story on track. Disclaimer: The Tomorrow People (Adam Newman, Ami Jackson, Megabyte Damon, and Jade Weston) are the property of Roger Damon Price, Thames Television, ITV, Tetra Television and Nickelodeon. They are used here without permission, but not for profit. The lands, countries, customs, deities, and original characters are mine and mine only, springing from the depths of my imagination and should not be used anywhere else without my permission. Please do not repost this to any list or archive it anywhere else without my express permission. Previous parts at http://www.alternate-realities.net/worldsaway ***** Chapter Eighteen Power. Life. Energy. It flowed from every point around Adam, flowed into the Sword and seeped into his very soul. Unending, unyielding power and energy surrounded him and devoured him, molded with him and shaped him to its will. The power guided his sword strokes, guided his hands and his feet, carrying him along in the wake of a powerful tidal wave. He was one with the Sword, he was one with the world around him, joined as one with universe. Give and take, take and give until there was nothing else but this force that could not be defeated or ignored. It fed him, it nourished him, and it provided him with everything. It was everything. Therefore, Adam found himself shuddering and stumbling to his knees when it was quite suddenly ripped from him, leaving him cold and hallow and wanting. He grasped for the thin tether he held on that powerful magic, mentally reaching outwards with phantom fingers for the phantasmal cord, recoiling when he brushed against a wall as smooth as glass and as cold as ice. His fingers instinctively tightened on the Sword hilt, yearning and seeking, repeatedly ramming against the invisible wall that separated him from the life energy of the magic. "Woman, have you taken leave of your senses?" A voice - -- Stewart's voice -- came from down a long tunnel, as the world slowly rose to meet him again, as reality met up with him. "You do not interfere like that! You are mad!" "No more than you. You will allow him to do too much and go too far. And a dead prince is not of much use to the kingdom." Adam lifted his head, somehow it felt heavier than he could ever remember it feeling, to the source of the second voice. The image before him blurred and shifted, doubling and tripling before finally fusing into one. "Halista?" The woman gave him a deep curtsy. "I am sorry, Aldaric, but I could not stand by and wait for you to burn yourself to a cinder." Two old wrinkled hands wrapped around the hilt of his sword, pulling it gently from his hands. Adam tried to resist, but in his weakened state, the old nurse was the stronger of the two. "I think that your lesson is at an end for the day." Adam shook his head in an effort to clear it. He was gathering his bearings again, thank goodness for small miracles, but while his head was clear, that did nothing to banish the shivering that went deep to the core of his soul. He had been studying and reading, learning about this world's magic, and only using it when Stewart required it of him, so he had a good idea of what had happened. It was called blocking, and Halista had carried it out quite effectively. Even now, with the Sword that he relied on to touch the magic at all beyond his reach, he was still aware of that wall between him and the energies that made up the magic. He was aware that he couldn't touch them at all. And he didn't like the feelings of terror and loss that accompanied that knowledge. "Well, you've certainly left him in no condition to do much else today," Stewart barked. Adam flinched at the sound of Stewart's sword being thrust back into its sheath. His senses, all of them, sight and sound, taste and smell, even touch, were hypersensitive after being exposed to any amount of magic. Although the voice was gruff, the hands that lifted him from the ground were gentle. And Adam was grateful for Stewart's aid; he didn't think that he would have been able to stand up without the older man's help. [Adam?] [Hey pal, you okay?] The two simultaneous telepathic whisperings in his mind made Adam wince and recoil, reflexively pushing both of his friends away. He held tight to Stewart's shoulder and hoped that the man did not notice that his prince almost went back down to his knees in the dirt again. He felt panic at his reaction - mental panic coming from the two minds a day's ride away and he sighed heavily, opening his shields slightly. [I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you. I'm fine.] [What happened?] [Nothing, Megabyte. Just one of Stewart's lessons.] The lie left a bad taste in his mouth, but Adam wasn't ready to share *that* particular aspect of being Prince Adam Aldaric with his friends just yet. It was one of those things that was too close to him, too intimate, too personal and he didn't think that there was anyway that he could possibly make them understand, particularly when he didn't understand it himself. Adam remembered the first time he wielded the magical power, he remembered how disturbed and unsettled he had been by it. In those early days, he had hoped that he would never have to do it again, but that had not been the case. Stewart required it of him; existing in this place as Prince Adam Aldaric required it of him . . . and some days, he required it of him. The magic was like a drug - powerful and pure in its raw intoxication. When he touched the magic, when he opened himself to its influence, the feeling of completeness and wholeness was nothing that he had ever felt before or could even put into the proper words. Each time he opened himself, it grew easier to do it again and again; each time he found himself more willing to do it the next time. Everything that he read said that magic required discipline. He understood why. A part of him had hoped that with the wedding fast approaching, and the increased activity at the Palace, Stewart would be lax in his training, and he would not be forced to deal with the complex and conflicting feelings and emotions wielding the magic brought forth in him. The other part of him had desperately hoped that Stewart would not be lax. [Are you sure? Because it felt like -] [Megabyte, I'm fine. It was nothing.] The words came out sharper than Adam had intended and he sighed again. [I'm just having a hard day, all right? All of you, stop worrying about me.] A few more concerned probes, and his friends withdrew, leaving him alone once again with his own thoughts, worries, and fears. And Halista and Stewart, both of whom were staring at him with more than a little concern as he lowered himself to the nearest bench. "What?" Adam demanded. "I am simply reassuring myself that you are still of sharp and clear mind," Stewart directed the words at Adam, but the icy glare he reserved for Halista. "Too sharp and too clear, if the pain in my head is any indication," Adam remarked, rubbing his temples. His eyes were drawn to the Sword, his Sword, in Halista's hand and he forced himself to look away. "He has a headache," Stewart growled. Halista laid the Sword on the bench beside him, "It will pass." The woman gave him a soft pat to his shoulder and turned to Stewart. "See that he does not over tax himself again." With those words, she spun on her heel, wandering away from the practice grounds with the same light tread that she had approached with. "That woman will be the death of me," Stewart grumbled and gestured at the Sword lying on the bench. "Sheath that, Your Highness. There'll be no more lessons today. As we are lucky you are still standing and --" "Who trained you, Stewart?" The question came out of nowhere, even later, Adam would not know why he asked it. "Your Highness?" "The Sword, the magic," Adam gestured with his free hand, the other carefully encircling the hilt of his sword, "Halista trained you right?" It was a guess, gleaned from Stewart's interactions with the woman and things Adam had learned from carefully listening. "You know this already, Adam. I don't see why we are discussing it." "Maybe you should work together," Adam stood and sheathed his Sword, "She can't teach me everything Stewart, but neither can you." "I was wondering when it would come to this." Adam looked to the other man in surprise. He thought that perhaps the prince had discussed this with Stewart before, thought that perhaps that was the reason for the animosity between the man and Halista. He was surprised to learn that he was wrong. Still, he managed to downplay his surprise with a shrug, "It only makes sense. If I'm to receive official instruction at the Temple of Damiaren someday, maybe learning from someone who's been there isn't such a bad idea?" "You still have not mastered the fine art of royal subterfuge, Adam, but you are learning." Stewart gave him a fond smile and a clap on his shoulder, "But perhaps, this is a conversation that we should have after your wedding? You might change your mind by then. You might have only an interest in your wife teaching you that which you would like to know." Adam ignored the gleam in Stewart's eyes, and was grateful that Hagen was not around. His cousin would certainly not have passed up the opportunity to make some lewd comment or another about Adam's bride, the wedding night, or both. "Stewart, I doubt the Damiar Princess is going to be capable of, or at the very least interested in teaching me anything that has to do with magic. She probably can't even teach herself, she is newly raised, remember?" While still not understanding all of the subtle, and not so subtle, nuances of the world he now occupied, Adam understood enough that the world was at least beginning to make sense to him. For instance, he understood that there were twelve levels of ascension, or Circles, within the Temple of Damiaren, and that the Damiar Princess had only been accepted into the first circle a few weeks *after* the engagement had been publicly declared. He didn't pretend to understand the complexities of honor and title surrounding the Circles, or the idea that some who studied at the temple would never have the power or the strength to enter the circles, although they would forever be known as damiar, not a title, simply a description of what they were. And on the opposite end of the spectrum, there were those like Halista who had ascended several, if not all Twelve Circles, but did not carry an honorific of any sort, nor did she even identify herself as damiar. Between the world politics and the religious politics, Adam sometimes felt like his head would explode if he thought about it for too long. "You presume I was speaking of magic." Adam stiffened and shook his head slightly. "And here, I thought you were a wiser man than Hagen and knew when to keep your own counsel." "I am not the only one who finds it interesting to note that you do not seem to have any wish or desire to speak of your future bride," Stewart remarked quietly. "Why is that, Your Highness?" "And I find it interesting to note that everyone else around me does want to talk about it," Adam returned. "Why is that, Stewart?" "Because it is unprecedented. A marriage outside of the kingdom. One that will give our kingdom some leverage within the Temple of Damiaren. There are a great many reasons to talk about it. Your marriage is not, and unfortunately quite probably will never be, a private matter." "All the more reason why I'm not going to waste time and breath to speculate or discuss it, with *anyone.* I'll be married soon enough, come what may I can't change that. What's left to talk about?" "You sound like your father." "You say that like it's a bad thing." The words surprised Adam, although he was certain his face did not show it. On earth, his father was a man that he did not know, and a man that he wanted to forget; he would never have taken pride in the type of statement that Hagen had just made. But here, King Martine was respected and loved by his subjects, respected and loved by his family. Being compared to the sovereign of Stiborn could hardly be an insult. "Your father is a good man and a good king, but one day you will be King, and it would be a pleasant change if you sounded like Adam Aldaric. But I wonder if he even has a voice of his own." "And what's that supposed to mean?" "You are your father's son, Adam, and that is a blessing. But someday, you will have to rule this kingdom without the shadow of King Martine to support you. This marriage is only the beginning. It's your chance to be more than the son of Martine and Carrina. "Instead of burying yourself in books and reading fables, you would be served well by remembering that." "Stewart, I don't know whether you just insulted me or complimented me." "That is because I am far more skilled at playing the royal game than you are, Your Highness." Stewart gave him a bow, "Sleep on it, and perhaps it will make sense to you in a few years time." With those cryptic last words, Stewart turned and departed the practice grounds, leaving Adam staring blankly after him. And wondering if he would ever really get the hang of this world - and its people. *** End of Chapter Eighteen ===== ********************************************* Worlds Away http://www.alternate-realities.net/worldsaway ********************************************* __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get email at your own domain with Yahoo! Mail. http://personal.mail.yahoo.com/ - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. For information on digests or retrieving files and old messages send "help" to the same address. Do not use quotes in your message. - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. For information on digests or retrieving files and old messages send "help" to the same address. Do not use quotes in your message. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 21:17:14 -0500 From: "Michele Bumbarger" <mbumbarger@neo.rr.com> Subject: (arfic-l) FIC: I'm Still Anne (1/1) Title: I'm Still Anne Author: M. Bumbarger Email: mbumbarg@pair.com Fandom: Buffy, the Vampire Slayer/Angel: The Series Rating: PG Summary: Two years after the events of "Anne," Anne stops to think and reflect. Sequel to "The Other Anne." ("The Other Anne" can be found at the Alternate Realities Fan Fiction Archive, http://www.alternate-realities.net in the Buffy, the Vampire Slayer section of the archive). Spoilers: Buffy, Season Three Episode, "Anne." Mild hinted at spoilage for Angel, Season Two Episode, "Blood Money." This story takes place in Angel-verse before the episode, "Blood Money." Author's Notes: A special thank you to my beta-readers, Caroline and Victoria. Disclaimer: The characters of Buffy Summers, Angel, Anne, and Lilah Morgan do not belong to me. Nor does Wolfram & Hart belong to me. All are the property of Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, Tim Minear, Mutant Enemy and Fox Productions. They used here without permission but not for profit. **** I'm Still Anne By M. Bumbarger I got to thinking about her the other day. Not that I don't think about her a lot 'cause I do. She believed in me. She trusted me. She made me believe in myself. So, I do think about her a lot. At night, when I'm in bed, and the shelter is mostly quiet, or when I'm just sitting by the window staring out of it. I think about her whenever a new kid wanders in off the streets that wants our help. Whenever there's a new face who's decided that he doesn 't want to sell drugs or she doesn't want to pimp her body or they realize there's things out there in the dark that are just as bad as gang bangers and crooked cops. It's funny, but I never thought that I would think that vampires and the things that really do go bump in the night are as bad a gang bangers, or a kid beat beyond recognition 'cause she didn't want pay up what her pimp thought she should or because she tried to work the wrong corner. It's all a perspective thing, I guess. At least with vampires, you know, they get you, one bite and you're pretty much dead. Or like them. But what I see . . . what those kids see and live through everyday . . . hell, vampires aren't so bad after all. I'm making it now. I'm making it and I'm making a difference, but still I always come back and think about her. You know, Buffy. I wonder what happened when she went back to Sunnydale. I wonder if she actually went back to that place. I mean, it was like she was going to, like she finally figured out that she couldn't run and had to go back and stand her ground, but you never know. I mean, she seemed so strong, but you never know about people really. She seemed strong back when I called myself Chantrelle and a bunch of us thought that vampires would free us when all they really wanted to do was make us dinner. She seemed strong, like she had it all together, but then she ended up in LA, barely holding it together and trying to be something that she wasn't. Just like me. So, maybe she wasn't as strong as we thought. But I kinda wonder if she ever made it back and ended up dealing with her demons. And I wonder if she ever thinks about me, down here in LA. I wonder if she sometimes stops and looks around and wonders if I'm still doing what I was doing or if I'm actually trying to pull it together. I wonder how surprised she would be to know that I have pulled it together. I am somebody now. People look up to me, they respect me. There's a whole mess of kids out there - runaways and throwaways - who know that I'm here for them if they need me. They know that they've got somewhere to go and somebody who understands because I've been there. But I don't think that I would be here right now, doing this if it hadn't been for Buffy. I know I wouldn't be - I would be old and dead just like Ricky. Or maybe cut up and beat up like Rosalie who came through last week. Or shot dead like T-Bone for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. I definitely wouldn't be here; I wouldn't be making a difference. That's why I kept the name Anne. I mean, officially. Went through all the paces to change it legally and everything. Lilah Morgan at Wolfram & Hart helped out with that - pro bono. A little bit of paperwork, and I'm really Anne. No one knew me before I was Anne and that's a good thing - I don't think they would have recognized me anyway. So, here is Anne, doing good and making a difference. Doing all those things that "Anne" did for me - leaving hope and helping out. Showing the way. The kids love me, they thank me for helping them. They thank me for seeing them as real people when no one else did or would or could. And it makes me feel good inside. Two years ago, I wouldn't have thought that it was possible to feel this good inside, to look in a mirror and be able to really like what you see there. Two years ago, I really wouldn't have wanted to look in a mirror. "Anne" helped me see the light. She helped me find my way. And I don't know if she's back to being Buffy Summers now, or if she's still running from whatever she was running from. But I do know one very important thing. I'm still standing. I'm still Anne. *** End *** M. Bumbarger 03.06.01 "You know, I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things that happen to us come because we actually deserve them? So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe." Marcus, Babylon 5, Episode: "A Late Delivery from Avalon" - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. For information on digests or retrieving files and old messages send "help" to the same address. Do not use quotes in your message. - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. For information on digests or retrieving files and old messages send "help" to the same address. Do not use quotes in your message. ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 6 Mar 2001 23:24:26 -0500 (EST) From: Ailie McFarland <aixla@juno.com> Subject: (arfic-l) Crush 1/1 Wow, I've gotten some great feedback from this list. *S* So I thought I'd p= ost the first story in this series (actually the only other story in this s= eries at the moment ...) which actually was written several months ago. TITLE: Crush=20 AUTHOR: Ailie McFarland=20 RATING: PG-13=20 FANDOM: BTVS COUPLE: Willow/Oz=20 SUMMARY: Yet another mushy song fic (as if we don't have enough of those *L= *)=20 ARCHIVE: http://www.geocities.com/aixla/fanfic.html DISTRIBUTION: Ask and ye shall receive.=20 FEEDBACK: Hello, you've reached Ailie's ego. I'm not home right now, but if= you'd leave me some feedback I'd really appreciate it!=20 DISCLAIMER: Oz and Willow obviously do not belong to me. If they did BTVS w= ould get *way* to mushy. Oh, and they lyrics aren't mine either. The song i= s "Crush" by the Dave Matthews Band. ******************=20 //Crazy how it feels tonight=20 Crazy how you make it all alright love=20 You crush me with the things you do=20 I do for you anything too=20 Sitting, smoking, feeling high=20 In this moment it feels so right// Willow sat on the floor of her dorm room, looking up into the eyes of the m= an she loved. It was neat to think that she was the only person who'd ever heard him sing. N= ot even Devon could get Oz to do that. But she could. Oz tended to be a private man, so there w= ere many sides of him that only Willow got to see. This was her favorite.=20 She watched as Oz's fingers strummed across the strings of his acoustic, sh= ivering involuntarily as she remembered other things those hands could do. But there would be ple= nty of time for that later. For now he was singing to her, and that was more than enough.= =20 //Lovely lady=20 I am at your feet=20 God I want you so badly=20 I wonder this=20 Could tomorrow be=20 So wondrous as you there sleeping// The words had been written by someone else, but Oz made them his own. His o= wn song of worship to the goddess of his life. And it expressed his feelings perfectly. He oft= en woke earlier than Willow just to watch her sleep. Her face had a gentle innocence that h= e never imagined existed, and when it completely relaxed as she slept, she really did look l= ike an angel. After a few minutes he would run his fingers through her glorious mane of fire, a= nd she would awaken just enough to give him a sleepy smile that made his heart stop beating.=20 //Let's go drive 'til morning comes=20 Watch the sunrise=20 To fill our souls up=20 Drink some wine 'til we get drunk=20 It's crazy I'm thinking=20 Just knowing that the world is round=20 Here I'm dancing on the ground=20 Am I right side up or upside down=20 Is this real or am I dreaming//=20 For Willow, her life was a dream. She had wonderful friends, goals and drea= ms, a purpose for her life, and a man who truly loved her. What else could she possibly need?= =20 Soul mates. Little girls grow up dreaming about finding =91the one,' their = very own Prince Charming. As they grow older they become jaded. They stop believing in true love, and= settle for what they can get. But not Willow. She lived the dream.=20 //Lovely lady=20 Let me drink you please=20 I won't spill a drop,=20 I promise you=20 Lying under this spell you cast on me=20 Each moment=20 The more I love you//=20 Oz winked as and Willow giggled. Willow's knowledge of Wicca and magical po= wers had grown tremendously over the course of their relationship. Oz had once accused her of casting a= spell on him, because he loved her more each day. The joke stuck. They often talked about what th= eir married life would be like someday; Samantha and Darren. All they needed was a nosy neig= hbor whose mind they could mess with. =20 //Crush me=20 Come on=20 It's crazy I'm thinking=20 Just knowing that the world is round=20 Here I'm dancing on the ground=20 Am I right side up or upside down=20 Is it real or am I dreaming// Oz's world had turned upside down once Willow became a part of it. Within d= ays he went from being a guitar player in a rock band, to a member of a team dedicated to sa= ving the world. Yet he seemed to take it all in stride. Just as Willow had dealt with the f= act that she would have to lock him up three nights out of every months for the rest of their = lives.=20 Sometimes after they had made love, in the soft whispers of pillow talk, Wi= llow would confess her fears to Oz. Would they be able to have children if they wanted to? Wou= ld that child be a werewolf as well? Oz always replied the same way. "Everything happens as = it should." Willow loved him for that. He didn't try to comfort her with empty promises that h= e couldn't even believe in himself. Instead he shared his faith that things always turn out= right, even if they don't look like they will at first glance.=20 //Lovely lady=20 I will treat you sweetly=20 Adore you I mean=20 You crush me=20 It's times like these=20 When my faith I feel=20 And I know How I love you//=20 The funny thing about Oz's faith in the way of things was that it was compl= etely based on Willow. He had always had a theory about this, but until meeting her had never had = the chance to put it into practice. And it wasn't just the fact that they had managed to aver= t the apocalypse a few times. With Willow he discovered that nothing can dissuade the course= of true love. Not vampires, demons, giant snakes ... not even the small things that cause mos= t relationships to disintegrate. They rarely disagreed, but when they did they always manag= ed to resolve things. These conflicts drew them closer together, not further apart.=20 //Come on Lady It's crazy I'm thinking Just as long as you're around And here I'll be dancing on the ground Am I right side up or upside down To each other we'll be facing By love we'll beat back the pain we've found You know I mean to tell you all the things=20 I've been thinking deep inside My friend With each moment the more I love you// =20 Friendship. That what it's really about. Being lovers was wonderful, but wi= thout friendship was meaningless. Willow told Oz everything that happened in her life. This = led to a tendency to babble, which Oz found endearing. Oz was a man of few words himself, but= when he did speak it was direct and straight from the heart. One word from Oz could speak nov= els. And to Willow, it did. Of course, love isn't always serious. Love is fun, light hearted. Oz could = make Willow giggle with a glance. She in turn, found the only place on his body that was tickl= ish. Yet another facet of their relationship that no one would ever see.=20 //Crush me=20 Come on=20 Lady=20 So much you have given love=20 That I would give you back=20 Again and again=20 Meaning I'll hold you=20 And please=20 Let me always ...// Willow closed her eyes as the last chord faded into nothingness. When she o= pened them again, the guitar was on the bed, and her love was looking into her eyes.=20 "Always?" Willow asked breathlessly.=20 "Always."=20 Fin Ailie McFarland WILLOW: Well, I like you. You're nice and you're funny. And you don't smoke= . Yeah, okay, werewolf, but that's not all the time. I mean, three days out of the month I'm not mu= ch fun to be around either. OZ: You are quite the human. WILLOW: So, I'd still if you'd still. OZ: I'd still. I'd *very* still. OZ: Would it help you if I panic? WILLOW: Yes, it'd be swell. Panic is a thing people can share in times of c= risis, and everything's really scary now, you know, and I don't know what's going to happen and the= re is all sorts of things you're supposed to get to do afterhigh school and I was really lo= oking forward to doing them and now we're probably just going to die and I'd like to feel yo= u maybe you would ... (Oz shuts her up with a kiss) What are you doing? OZ: Panicing. WILLOW: Oz...don't you love me? OZ: My whole life, I've never loved anyone else. - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. 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Do not use quotes in your message. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 22:53:43 +1300 From: "The Olsen Family" <anneo@paradise.net.nz> Subject: (arfic-l) The Medusa Stone (0/19) This is a multi-part message in MIME format. - ------=_NextPart_000_010A_01C0AB47.49AA5020 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable The Medusa Stone (0/19) - Disclaimer and Prologue by Anne Olsen =20 Disclaimer The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O'Neill, Sam Carter, Teal'c, = General Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise = from the SGC do not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the = Stargate, SGC, and the Goa'uld and any thing else related to the series = Stargate SG1. They belong to Stargate (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, = MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, and Gekko Products. The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor = MacLeod and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont = Television. So do the concepts of Immortality, the Game and the = Watchers. Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General William = Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events = linked to the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They = are the property of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television. Summary SG1 finds a manuscript that Daniel has trouble deciphering. An historian = named Adam Pierson offers to help. Telepathy is shown by [] to avoid confusion Rating: PG Category: Crossover Fandoms: Stargate SG1/ Highlander/ NS Tomorrow People Archive: Yes please, but let me know first Thanks to Caroline and Michele for letting me 'borrow' their explanation = of why Tomorrow People can sense immortals. Thanks also to Bev, Sarah and my Dad for their support and for lending = an ear while I sorted through a few of the ideas. Big thanks to Kirstin = for checking the grammar and spelling side of this story. Also to Nicole = for her feedback as well. A special thanks to my friend, John, for beta reading for me, and for = all his input and support, while I was writing. If it weren't for him, = this story would probably be a lot shorter. Feedback to anneo@paradise.net.nz=20 Prologue Doctor Daniel Jackson bent down to grab his hat as the breeze lifted it = off his head and deposited it on the ground. He'd taken it off to brush = some dirt off the rim and had forgotten to fasten the draw cord securely = when he had put it back on. He looked around him and sighed. This planet, PX251, reminded him of = what the garden of Eden must have looked like. Green grass, as far as = the eye could see, the hills crowded with a canopy of trees, and blue = sky without a cloud in the sky. In the distance he could hear running = water, a sure sign that there must be a stream or a river nearby. If he ignored the giant stone circle of the Stargate behind him, he = could well imagine he was on Earth somewhere. He and the rest of SG1 had = come to check out the planet after they had been informed by the Tok'ra = that the Goa'uld named Apophis had been using this planet as a base for = some of his more recent activities. Obviously the information had been out of date, for as they soon = realised whoever had been here was long gone. Daniel had volunteered to = search the area near the Stargate, while the rest of the team, Colonel = Jack O'Neill, Major Sam Carter, and Teal'c, went on a short scouting = mission to check out the rest of the terrain.=20 The radio crackled, making him jump. "You still there, Daniel?" asked = O'Neill. "Just making sure you're not having a rest while the rest of us = are slogging away out here."=20 Daniel grinned and straightened his glasses before he replied. He could = well imagine the expression on the older man's face, and the twinkle in = his eye as he asked the question. Jack O'Neill was well known through = Stargate Command for his off the wall sense of humour. "Just going to = have a look at the river, Jack. Maybe I might find some Goa'uld remains = in there or something." "Yeah, right. Just be careful, okay. This place might look like Eden but = remember every garden has its snakes." "I'll try and keep that in mind. Jackson out." O'Neill's remark had = brought him back down to Earth, or PX251, as the case was. He'd almost = forgotten what they were there for, forgotten about the enemy they were = fighting. The Goa'uld were aliens that looked like serpents, a parasitic = race who inhabited other creatures whom they used as hosts. Once the = host was taken over, the Goa'uld personality became dominant, the host = themselves only able to take back control of their body when the alien = became incapacitated. Daniel's own wife, Sha're, had been taken as a = host. He felt his emotions rising to the surface as he remembered. = Daniel struggled to deal with those feelings of anger and loss every = time he thought of her. He walked along, heading toward the sound of running water, his mind = deep in thought. Before he knew it, he was standing on the bank of a = small river. The water itself looked very inviting, so inviting that he = decided to sit on the grass along side for a while. It would give = himself a chance to collect his thoughts, and pull himself together = before he met up with the rest of SG1. The radio crackled again. This time it was Samantha Carter. "We're = finished here, Daniel. Have you found anything at the river?" "No, nothing here, as far as I can see anyway. Give me a couple of = minutes and I'll meet you at the Stargate." Daniel rose to his feet, and collected his gear. As he moved out, he = didn't see the half buried object by the side of the river. His foot = connected with it, and before he knew what was happening, he was flying = through the air. There was a loud splash as he landed in the water. At = least the rest of the team isn't here to see this, he thought to = himself. It was times like this that he was all too aware that he was = the only non-military person on the team. "That's a good look for you, Daniel," said a familiar voice. O'Neill. = Damm, he'd spoken too soon.=20 "We were heading back to the Stargate and decided to take the scenic, = river route," explained Carter. Her blue eyes were twinkling; she looked = as though she was trying hard not to laugh. She reached out her hand to = help him out of the water. Teal'c was bending over, looking at the something at the edge of the = riverbank. At least he wasn't laughing like the others, thought Daniel = to himself, but then Teal'c very rarely showed sign of emotion, of any = kind. The big, dark Jaffa turned to O'Neill. "O'Neill, there appears to = be something buried here. I surmise that this is what caused Daniel = Jackson to fall into the river. His foot must have made contact with the = object, thus causing him to loose his balance." "You mean, he tripped over it?" "I believe that is what I just said, O'Neill." "Yeah, whatever. Can you dig it out so that we can have a look at it?" It was a box, a small dark coloured box with a hinged lid. The main body = of the box was covered in some sort of hieroglyphs. O'Neill opened it = and peered inside. Carter opened her mouth to remind him that they = didn't know what they were dealing with, and shut it again. Whatever it = was, it was too late now; the damage had been done. The story of = Pandora's Box came into her mind. She hoped that thought wasn't an omen = of some sort. Inside the box were a small stone and a manuscript. The stone itself = didn't look as though it was anything unusual, but the manuscript was = written in hieroglyphs, though they looked to be slightly different than = those covering the box itself.=20 O'Neill looked at Daniel, who shook his head. "It's not a language I'm = familiar with. It could be some sort of Egyptian dialect, but not one = I've come across before. We'd better get it back to the base and try and = decipher it." Carter frowned. "I'd like to run some tests on the box as well, Colonel. = It looks like some form of lead, but I wouldn't be surprised if there's = something more alien in its make up." "Do you think it could be naquadah, the stuff that's in the Stargate?" = asked O'Neill. "Not sure, Colonel. As I said, I really need to run some tests."=20 "Okay, kids, time to head back to Earth, then." O'Neill sniffed, then = commented to Daniel. "I think you'd better have a shower before we = debrief. That river might look clean." He paused, and grinned. "There's = definitely something rotten in the state of Denmark." - --------------------------------------------=20 End Part 0 - ------=_NextPart_000_010A_01C0AB47.49AA5020 Content-Type: text/html; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable <!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN"> <HTML><HEAD> <META content=3D"text/html; charset=3Diso-8859-1" = http-equiv=3DContent-Type> <META content=3D"MSHTML 5.00.2614.3500" name=3DGENERATOR> <STYLE></STYLE> </HEAD> <BODY bgColor=3D#ffffff> <DIV>The Medusa=20 Stone (0/19) - Disclaimer and Prologue</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>by Anne Olsen</DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV> </DIV> <DIV>Disclaimer</DIV> <DIV> The characters of Daniel Jackson, Jack O’Neill, Sam Carter, = Teal’c, General=20 Hammond, Janet Frasier, Apophis and anybody else you recognise from the = SGC do=20 not belong to me. Neither does the concept of the Stargate, SGC, and the = Goa’uld=20 and any thing else related to the series Stargate SG1. They belong to = Stargate=20 (II) Productions, Showtime/Viacom, MGM/UA, Double Secret Productions, = and Gekko=20 Products. The characters of Methos (a.k.a. Adam Pierson), Joe Dawson, Connor = MacLeod=20 and Duncan MacLeod belong to Panzer/Davis, Rysher/Gaumont Television. So = do the=20 concepts of Immortality, the Game and the Watchers. Likewise the characters of Adam Newman, Megabyte Damon, General = William=20 Damon, Ami Jackson, Jade Weston, Kevin Wilson or any names or events = linked to=20 the Tomorrow People TV series do not belong to me either. They are the = property=20 of Roger Damon Price, Thames/Tetra and ITV Television. Summary SG1 finds a manuscript that Daniel has trouble deciphering. An = historian=20 named Adam Pierson offers to help. Telepathy is shown by [] to avoid confusion Rating: PG Category: Crossover Fandoms: Stargate SG1/ Highlander/ NS Tomorrow People Archive: Yes please, but let me know first Thanks to Caroline and Michele for letting me ‘borrow’ = their explanation of=20 why Tomorrow People can sense immortals. Thanks also to Bev, Sarah and my Dad for their support and for = lending an ear=20 while I sorted through a few of the ideas. Big thanks to Kirstin for = checking=20 the grammar and spelling side of this story. Also to Nicole for her = feedback as=20 well. A special thanks to my friend, John, for beta reading for me, and for = all his=20 input and support, while I was writing. If it weren’t for him, = this story would=20 probably be a lot shorter. Feedback to <A href=3D"mailto:anneo@paradise.net.nz"><FONT=20 size=3D2>anneo@paradise.net.nz</A> Prologue Doctor Daniel Jackson bent down to grab his hat as the breeze lifted = it off=20 his head and deposited it on the ground. He’d taken it off to = brush some dirt=20 off the rim and had forgotten to fasten the draw cord securely when he = had put=20 it back on. He looked around him and sighed. This planet, PX251, reminded him of = what the=20 garden of Eden must have looked like. Green grass, as far as the eye = could see,=20 the hills crowded with a canopy of trees, and blue sky without a cloud = in the=20 sky. In the distance he could hear running water, a sure sign that there = must be=20 a stream or a river nearby. If he ignored the giant stone circle of the Stargate behind him, he = could=20 well imagine he was on Earth somewhere. He and the rest of SG1 had come = to check=20 out the planet after they had been informed by the Tok’ra that the = Goa’uld named=20 Apophis had been using this planet as a base for some of his more recent = activities. Obviously the information had been out of date, for as they soon = realised=20 whoever had been here was long gone. Daniel had volunteered to search = the area=20 near the Stargate, while the rest of the team, Colonel Jack = O’Neill, Major Sam=20 Carter, and Teal’c, went on a short scouting mission to check out = the rest of=20 the terrain. The radio crackled, making him jump. "You still there, Daniel?" asked = O’Neill. "Just making sure you’re not having a rest while = the rest of us are=20 slogging away out here." Daniel grinned and straightened his glasses before he replied. He = could well=20 imagine the expression on the older man’s face, and the twinkle in = his eye as he=20 asked the question. Jack O’Neill was well known through Stargate = Command for his=20 off the wall sense of humour. "Just going to have a look at the river, = Jack.=20 Maybe I might find some Goa’uld remains in there or = something." "Yeah, right. Just be careful, okay. This place might look like Eden = but=20 remember every garden has its snakes." "I’ll try and keep that in mind. Jackson out." = O’Neill’s remark had brought=20 him back down to Earth, or PX251, as the case was. He’d almost = forgotten what=20 they were there for, forgotten about the enemy they were fighting. The = Goa’uld=20 were aliens that looked like serpents, a parasitic race who inhabited = other=20 creatures whom they used as hosts. Once the host was taken over, the = Goa’uld=20 personality became dominant, the host themselves only able to take back = control=20 of their body when the alien became incapacitated. Daniel’s own = wife, Sha're,=20 had been taken as a host. He felt his emotions rising to the surface as = he=20 remembered. Daniel struggled to deal with those feelings of anger and = loss every=20 time he thought of her. He walked along, heading toward the sound of running water, his mind = deep in=20 thought. Before he knew it, he was standing on the bank of a small = river. The=20 water itself looked very inviting, so inviting that he decided to sit on = the=20 grass along side for a while. It would give himself a chance to collect = his=20 thoughts, and pull himself together before he met up with the rest of = SG1. The radio crackled again. This time it was Samantha Carter. = "We’re finished=20 here, Daniel. Have you found anything at the river?" "No, nothing here, as far as I can see anyway. Give me a couple of = minutes=20 and I’ll meet you at the Stargate." Daniel rose to his feet, and collected his gear. As he moved out, he = didn’t=20 see the half buried object by the side of the river. His foot connected = with it,=20 and before he knew what was happening, he was flying through the air. = There was=20 a loud splash as he landed in the water. At least the rest of the team = isn’t=20 here to see this, he thought to himself. It was times like this that he = was all=20 too aware that he was the only non-military person on the team. "That’s a good look for you, Daniel," said a familiar voice. = O’Neill. Damm,=20 he’d spoken too soon. "We were heading back to the Stargate and decided to take the scenic, = river=20 route," explained Carter. Her blue eyes were twinkling; she looked as = though she=20 was trying hard not to laugh. She reached out her hand to help him out = of the=20 water. Teal’c was bending over, looking at the something at the edge = of the=20 riverbank. At least he wasn’t laughing like the others, thought = Daniel to=20 himself, but then Teal’c very rarely showed sign of emotion, of = any kind. The=20 big, dark Jaffa turned to O’Neill. "O’Neill, there appears = to be something=20 buried here. I surmise that this is what caused Daniel Jackson to fall = into the=20 river. His foot must have made contact with the object, thus causing him = to=20 loose his balance." "You mean, he tripped over it?" "I believe that is what I just said, O’Neill." "Yeah, whatever. Can you dig it out so that we can have a look at = it?" It was a box, a small dark coloured box with a hinged lid. The main = body of=20 the box was covered in some sort of hieroglyphs. O’Neill opened it = and peered=20 inside. Carter opened her mouth to remind him that they didn’t = know what they=20 were dealing with, and shut it again. Whatever it was, it was too late = now; the=20 damage had been done. The story of Pandora’s Box came into her = mind. She hoped=20 that thought wasn’t an omen of some sort. Inside the box were a small stone and a manuscript. The stone itself = didn’t=20 look as though it was anything unusual, but the manuscript was written = in=20 hieroglyphs, though they looked to be slightly different than those = covering the=20 box itself. O’Neill looked at Daniel, who shook his head. "It’s not a = language I’m=20 familiar with. It could be some sort of Egyptian dialect, but not one = I’ve come=20 across before. We’d better get it back to the base and try and = decipher it." Carter frowned. "I’d like to run some tests on the box as well, = Colonel. It=20 looks like some form of lead, but I wouldn’t be surprised if = there’s something=20 more alien in its make up." "Do you think it could be naquadah, the stuff that’s in the = Stargate?" asked=20 O’Neill. "Not sure, Colonel. As I said, I really need to run some tests." "Okay, kids, time to head back to Earth, then." O’Neill = sniffed, then=20 commented to Daniel. "I think you’d better have a shower before we = debrief. That=20 river might look clean…" He paused, and grinned. "There’s = definitely something=20 rotten in the state of Denmark." -------------------------------------------- End Part 0</DIV></BODY></HTML> - ------=_NextPart_000_010A_01C0AB47.49AA5020-- - - To unsubscribe to arfic-l, send an email to "majordomo@xmission.com" with "unsubscribe arfic-l" in the body of the message. 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