Adam Pierson's Diary (gen, lyricwheel fic, pastiche)

Disclaimer: I do not own Adam Pierson, Duncan MacLeod, or any of the other characters form Highlander:
The Series, nor do I own Helen Fielding's Bridget Jones. Actually, she's not in this; I just stole the writing
format. Even if that is copyrighted, I don't make any money from that, so. Eh...this is spawned by the idea
of where Methos was and what he was doing while Mac was being tormented by Ahriman.

( Adam Pierson's Diary )

Apocrypha (gen, Hortonfic)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Immortals mentioned here, nor do I own the Watchers. Horton hears a
Who! Wow! Isn't that great! Horton says that the Who he hears says that all of the above, except for the
Who itself, are owned by Davis Panzer. The Who, depending on which one you mean, can either belong to
Seuss, or the English language. Don't you love relative pronouns? Or I could have meant the band, but let's
not bring Fitz into this, because he's owned by Panzer even as Daltrey owns The Who. And GOD, but Pete
Townsend would kill me.

Thanks to Brianna for the lyrics, "Blood and Fire", by the Indigo Girls. I love you plerk: wooti wooti wooti.
( Just a little squick in the beginning. Harmless, really. )

Arrhythmia (Anita Blake, slash, Asher/Jason)

Disclaimer: I do not own Nathaniel, Asher or Jason, nor any of the other characters mentioned in this
series. All of the above and below belong to Laurell K. Hamilton.

This is my first ABVS/LKH whatever fic. What worse way to introduce myself to this fandom than to write
songfic? Zang. I really don't do this often, but I've been listening to dance music, and it's pretty damned
invasive on the psyche, all sturm und drang...yum.

Thanks to the betas: Laurenar and Diane.

( ARRHYMTHMIA )

Bara (gen, lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: Any and all characters from Highlander: The Series depicted in this
fictorial work are the property of Rysher Davis and Panzer, and their ilk. I
make no money, just supreme glee.

( Bara )

BladesTalk (gen, lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Highlander: The
Series. They all belong to Davis/Panzer. I just be chillin’.

Thanks for the lyrics, Sarah/Loves to Write. They are “Let Me Touch You
for A While”. I would have written a love story, but I just don’t do those.
It’s a matter of principle. I am a woman of principles, and I don’t mean
Victoria.

( Blades Talk )

The Great Cereal Mastermind (BtVS, lyricwheel fic, Andrew, 2nd POV)

DISCLAIMER: Do not own any of the characters here. They belong to Whedon, Mutant Enemy, other
places….disclaimer will not protect me from being sued, but please don't. I'm losing money on this, as I
called off work today….

For the BtVS-AtS lyric wheel. Yummers. Thanks to Gyrus for the lyrics: "Red Right Hand" by Nick Cave
and the Bad Seeds. Oh, how I love writing to songs I can put on autoloop in my own player. Lyrics at the
end.

First Buffy fic. Yeargh. Might be last Buffy fic. Brain hurts. Not really a story, more of a character thing.
CRAP! After this week's ep, some of these people are dead. Think…before this week.

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Love Amongst the Ewoks (het, PG, Tessa/Mac)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Tessa or Mac. Who else did you all think I
could write a love story about? They belong to Davis Panzer. I make
no money from this.

The lyrics at the end are from Sinden, who sent me..."When Will You
Fall For Me" (lyrics/music by Mark Seymour, but sung by Linda and
Vicka Bull). The challenge, from Alice was to write a love story.
And man, I want to cry. I am moody, I have a cold and I just watched
the Shawshank Redemption. But the title came from hilarity. Do not
think too hard about it. You will rupture something. I cannot be
sued for brain dysfunctionality; the doctors are sure mine is on its
way out as it is.

( Oh, and on another note, I am in love. This is for Tianyu. )

Oh, To Be Like A God! (gen)

Disclaimer: Methos, MacLeod, and the immortal world are the property of
Rysher/Davis/Panzer, and all those people. I have nothing to do with them,
except lots of reading, mental visualization, and sometimes whining. You
got a problem with this? You really like this? Mail me at
deparsons@earthlink.net. Warning: this is the product of a challenge from
the hlbeta list, and though it's not really what was asked for, it is of a
slightly mystic bent. Research was done, but I have taken some liberties
for the sake of time, and simplification.

CAVEAT EMPTOR!!!!!! This fanfic is not meant to portray the endorsement of
any religion, Christian, Hindu, Pagan (although I'm out there on the dance
floor with the Meefinator myself) or otherwise, nor is it meant to bash any
religion. It is an exploration of the characters, prone to my whimsy,
because I'm the one who wrote it, and the canon rarely covers this.....

The opening scene with Sweeney Todd and Robert Powell is real, but the
inspiration is from the (discontinued, sniff sniff) Marvel comic book,
"Hellstorm" #19 by Warren Ellis. Thanks for the demented image of Methos
watching old British shows!

Lyrics from "The Return of Pan" by Mike Scott and the Waterboys


( Oh, To Be Like A God! )

No-Flesh and Not-A-Man (gen, lyricwheel fic, Charlotte-centric)

Disclaimer: Charlotte, Walker and Methos are the property of Davis/Panzer
and the HL gurus. I do not make any money from this...laaadedah. This is a
Lyric Wheel story. The lyrics are from Greenday's "Good Riddance (Time of
Your Life)" and were messengered to me by Gillian. This song just rocks.
Once again, however the Muse of "it's the spirit of the song" has seized me
and so, once again, it is the spirit of the song. Yah..

Oh, I should explain, the voodoo Gods I have used are as follows:
Damballah-the allfather; birth and death, depicted as a snake. Legba-God of
doorways, specifically the plane between men and the divine. Erzulie-The
goddess of love and sexuality. Ghede-the god of death. Actually, they
aren't gods, but called loas, or manifestations of the "divine", in their
simplest forms. These gods are much more, but this will suffice.

"Maman Marie" refers to Marie Laveau, the great voodoo queen of New Orleans
in the early 19th century. They say she was impervious to the fever, walked
on water, and that her very spit burned flesh. She was leader to her people
as well. To this day, voodooiennes and houngans in New Orleans claim
relations with her to boost their authority.

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One Thousand (slash, DM/M)

Disclaimer: I do not own MacLeod, Methos, Joe, or Barney the Dinosaur.
I have said this before, and I shall say it again: No Barney. In
any case, the Highlander bit of this little story belongs to
Davis/Panzer, and TPTB. Damn, that Mr. TPTB must be rich, cause he
has his fingers everywhere. What is that, Swahili?

Thanks to Lisa, Duncan's Twin for the lovely poem I used, called "The
Thousandth Man" by Rudyard Kipling. I dunno if this is what you had
in mind. Hell, it wasn't what I had in mind...

Damn this disclaimer is long. This is for Tianyu. The creep factor
in this can be attributed to these famous last words: "Hmm...I really
like the mood...maybe if you threw in a little more Duncan-thought.
That makes for an excellent effect, though, you know? It's like 'La
de da...just another day...oh wait. Gathering. Daam.'" Notes to
some: THIS IS A GATHERING STORY. It may not be pretty. I ain't
telling. But you have been warned. Oh, this is slash. No major
sex, just a little slap and tickle...*snerk*...I write the crappiest
sex scenes in the world. No one's eyes need to bleed...

( Read more... )

A Pair of Hands (X-Men Movieverse, gen, Rogue, Logan)

Disclaimer: I do not own the X-Men or anyone else from the Marvel universe.
They are the intellectual property of Marvel, Lee, Arad, etc.

This is movieverse fic, not comic fic. Please forgive the Gambit add in, even
though he's not in the films. I have NO IDEA how he got in there. And I have
tried to find Cody's last name, but I think it's lost in the annals of time and
the internet. Post X1, pre X2. It has a small plot. Yay!

For Arsenic, who deserves so much more than this. Edited for content by
rabbijones. Seal of approval granted by Dana and Tianyu. Happy Hanukkah,
sweetling. I'd only write H/C for you.

( A Pair of Hands )

Reign in Hell, Serve in Heaven (gen, lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: I do not own them. Davis/Panzer do. No money, just mail. Happy Amand-r. Not scary. Not
even creepy. Failed at Halloween story. Go read. Beer foamy. Say bye!

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Upstairs, Downstairs (slash, DM/M)

Disclaimer: MacLeod, Methos and whoever else are the property of
Rysher/Davis/Panzer. This is slash, featuring a M/M relationship, though it's
more comedy and a little lighthearted crap than anything angsty or allegorical.
But it is slash. If you don't like that kind of thing, please don't read this.
Save both you and me the pain.

This is my first time. It's also a first time for the boys too (Convenient,
no?). Please be merciful.

Thanks to my evil k'betas, M. Tabor, who says sex is the easiest part and lets
me disagree with her, and jam-wired, the Slash Goddess, who beta-ed this and
said 'keep everything but the sex. Do that over, 'cause it sucks'.

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Up In the Valley, Down On the Mountain (gen, Narnia/Highlander)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Methos, Duncan, Richie, Joe, Amanda, the
Valincourts or any of the characters from Highlander: the Series.
They are all the property of Davis/Panzer. I do not own any of the
characters from the tales of Narnia as they appear in here, nor do I
own Narnia itself. They all belong to the estate of Lewis. However,
I dare say that Aslan belongs to us. Or rather, if you think very
hard, we belong to him, whether we know it or not.

Written for the lyrics (thanks Shadowlight!) by Bebo Norman, titled
"Where the Angels Sleep". Also, thanks to Prince, who told me exactly
what it sounds like when doves cry. Because I had been wondering...

Longer than normal, I hope this makes up for my shorter ones in the
past.

( Up In the Valley, Down On the Mountain )

Witches and Waffles (gen, lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: I do not own MacLeod, Methos, Cassandra, or Barney the Dinosaur. Barney does not grace these pages, but I still do not own him. Heck, there's a lot of stuff I don't own. Let's not get into that. The Immortal characters belong to D/P and Rysher, I do believe. Anyhoo, this is the first in the lyric wheel challenges. May there be many more, cause they rock. Oh, feedback, should you want to flame this encounter, I understand.

Thanks to Dana for the lyrics, and to Alice for making the idea go "pa pa pa ping!" in my noggin.

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Made of Breath and Wind (gen, lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: Amanda, Methos, Nick and the gang (though the rest are just mentions) are the property of Rysher/Davis Panzer/ and a bunch of other people I have never met. They make all the money on this, and since I have never met them, it is safe to say that I never shall. *Sigh* In my world everybody's free, and characters can be a real as we wish. I gotta get out of Disneyland. Oh, I don't own Disneyland either, so I suppose that is a disclaimer of the disclaimer.

Thanks to the betas....wait, THIS IS THE LYRIC WHEEL!! THERE ARE NO BETAS!! FOOLED YOU!! Allrightie then, here ya go, Jessi, I hope it's all you dreamed for, thought I bet you thought Richie would be in here....oh well, I guess it matches the *spirit* of the song, even though this did run over a page...whoopies...thanks to Alice, who betaed this actually, after I posted to the wheel...all feedback to deparsons@earthlink.net I LOOOOVE feedback, like I love breathing, or my new, shiny Zippo lighter...mmm...

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Trans-Atlantic Transcript (gen lyricwheel fic)

Disclaimer: I do not own Methos, Duncan, Joe or Richie, or the things they do. These ideas are the property of Panzer/Davis.

The lyrics, which I interspersed throughout, are from KMFDM's "Dogma". Sadly, I felt that I had already written a sad ending story ages ago (1000), and felt that this story, about a different kind of thing ending, was much more interesting, because of the format. Blame it on Candy Gram and her email formatted story. I've always wanted to write something like this, and I think it rocks.

( Lyrics follow the story. )