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Today is my personal WIP dump as I clean out my "fics to write" folder. Some of these have been languishing for a long while, and alas, I cannot finish them. So here we have three fics that I am abandoning but which have either full scenes or large enough sections to make them interesting. Anyway, I never remember when it's WIP amnesty day, plus I don't feel as if I need your forgiveness anyway, not for this.

1. Harry Potter: Les Liaisons dangereuses (started, March 2008)

Last year for the Snarry games I wanted to write Harry Potter a la Les Liaisons dangereuses, with Harry as Valmont and Snape as Volanges, and of course, Draco as the viscious Mertueil. I had cast everyone in my head. Ginny was going to be the innocent Cecile, etc etc etc, but there were some issues, and there was some concern that it wasn't Snarry enough (eyeroll), and I had been looking forward to rewriting Harry's past, being sorted into Slytherin, and his sexy hateful relationship with Draco. Snape wasn't going to be good by any measure, but he was going to be voluntarily celibate and despising of Harry and Draco's hedonism and amorality. What's the word? Hrm. It was going to end like the Pfeiffer/Malkovich/Close film, though—Harry and Snape dead. Draco disgraced. Possibly Ginny pregnant with Harry's child.

Anyway, I started it, and I never finished, because I was so put off by the feedback I received by mah cohorts. I did Grosse Pointe Blank instead, and that was fun. But if today is fic amnesty, I'll show you what I got, because it would have been a great start.

( Potter—you're a git. )

2. Torchwood: Jack and Narnia (started March 2009)

Wait wait wait, come with me here. It's not that he GOES to Narnia. I've already done that. The fact is I love those books like burning, but that's because of things that don't involve you. Methos went to Narnia to be redeemed, and I didn't want to do the same thing. But something about the subtle nature of Aslan being the savior is striking in the way that he is capricious about it, especially with the information that he doesn't give, and that reminds me of the Doctor in some ways. I had written this in four chunks, but it lays the narrative out, and it's more of a small character piece than anything with any real plot. Plus Ianto gets the funny line about the wardrobe.

( Is this about that wardrobe down in the vaults? )



3. Highlander: The Batman (started December 2007)

Duncan MacLeod is Batman. Richie is Robin. Joe is Commissioner Gordon. Amanda is the Catwoman. Michelle Webster is her ward, and Methos is Alfred. It started as a lame ass joke over in the shortcuts comm in 2008, and was egged on by the picture on the left. Oh come on. That is Amanda Montrose (Oh and also sex.). I let it gestate into 3000+ words. It's pretty funny, but it's obvs not done. I keep holding out that I'll finish it, but I never will. Enjoy the crack.

( Please tell me that you call that the Bat-cup. )

So there they go into my abandoned fics folder. Bye bye! Hand waving.

::sob::

This one is short. I hope to amend that with the FOUR PAGES I'm trying to finish on the next one. Sorry they're all varying lengths. I hope that's okay. And seriously, this crossover selection should totally be a major fic. Alas, now is not the time nor the place.

Drabble for dorothy1901 (BatmanxPsych) Prompt: Batman's been around. When it comes to psychic abilities, he's a believer. He is not, however, stupid.

I know, you know, that I'm not telling the truth

The short man shook my hand, gushing. "I've been a big fan for years sir, and I want you to know that—"

"Gus! Vibes over here!"

I looked around the room, then settled on Gordon, whose face was bright red. "Look, he offered to help, and the mayor invited him, so there's nothing I can do…"

I actually felt for Jim; the psychic and his assistant were milling about the room, whispering, staring at pictures, empty food cartons, decks of cards. The psychic, Sean Spencer, picked up a newspaper and sniffed it.

"—very handy with the Santa Barbara police department," Jim finished. He was still blazingly red.

Sean Spencer was about as psychic as I was. In fact, Sean Spencer would make a very good detective. Not a very good cop, but a very good detective. At this point I was just thankful that he had never decided to put on a costume. It was like watching Ted and Booster all over again, but this time Booster was actually rather intelligent.

I'd already figured this one out: the man had obviously had some contact with Zee in the last week or so. Her autograph was fresh on her picture, and the texts on the bookshelf weren't exactly Borders material: Arcanus Maleproptus, Wizardaetum Pareceptus, The Survivalist's Guide to Opening a Hellmouth. Well, maybe that last one. Given that I hadn't seen or heard about demons roaming the earth in the last week or so, it was safe to assume that the missing man was either in the Hellmouth, waiting to cause one, or already in mystical custody.

I'd call Zee and find out. If she hadn't a clue what I was talking about, which I doubted, then I'd start to worry.

But humor the psychic anyway. Don't make Jim feel any worse than he already did. Then again, that probably wasn't possible. I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall; I had a few minutes to spare.

"And you, Mr. Spencer?" Jim said tiredly. "Do you sense anything?" I had to admit that I'd never seen Jim choke on a word so much as he has with 'sense'.

Mr. Spencer covered his eyes, mashing them in to his sockets. "I'm seeing a cage! Saw blades! Floppy ears! Zamfir!" He lowered his hands and frowned. "Who's Zamfir?"

"Master of the pan pipes," Gus murmured. "I think you might mean Zatanna."

"Yes! Zatanna! Mistress of the fishnets!"

And, that was it. I glanced at Jim and shoved off the wall. "I'm leaving."

END

Disclaimer: Don't own Batman, DC does. Don't own Psych or its characters, USA Network does. I made no money from this. I made no money at all today.