Fanfiction Archive
\\ ANIME \\
:| Slam Dunk Fanfiction |:
Stories based on the anime, Slam Dunk.
+ Brothers in Arms +
A little tragedy in team Shohoku brought two unlikely persons together. (non-yaoi)
+ Jaded Winter Wonderland +
Someone's being a humbug. Can his teammate do anything about it? (And NO, it?s non-yaoi, and never will make one)
+ Keeper +
What happened to Hanagata after the Shohoku-Shoyo match?
+ Over a Bowl of Soup +
Rain brings two old rivals for small talk. And it's the small talk that makes one think... (non-yaoi]
:| Rurouni Kenshin Fanfiction |:
Stories mostly centered around Aoshi Shinomori from the Rurouni Kenshin series.
+ Only the Strong +
The thoughts going on in Aoshi's head on coming back to Kyoto after they beat Shishio.[One-shot fic]
+ Mending: A Prelude +
My version of the missing months... and more.
+ Aoshi for Hire (tentative title) +
A cheeky look at the kooky life of muses and their writers. Insanity, inanity and OOC-ness galore!
+ The Aoiya Special +
Ever wonder what the Oniwabanshu are really good at? [An entry to Sherlgirl's April Fool's contest]
\\ TV SHOWS \\
:| CSI: NY |:
A couple of one-shots based on one of my favorite characters on the show, Det. Don Flack. (Fanfics are off-site links to ffnet)
+ First Visit +
It’s not always easy to get over your first visit. Never will be. Contains spoilers to COTP
(My first fanfic in this series)
+ Killing Time +
Another one of them postCOTP Flack vignettes. With COTP spoilers, of course. Some swearing, but what can you expect from a NY detective?
:| All-Methos Fan Fiction Page |:
Fan fiction archive of my favorite Immortal. And it grows. These stories are mostly from list members of the Methos Scrolls, a list mostly dedicated to Methos fanfic and anything about the Oldest Immortal. They range from funny to the adventurous or to soul-wrenching angst, from snippets to novel-length features. The stories are rated anywhere from PG-13 to R.
:| SeaQuest Fan Fiction|:
Alas,
I have just a handful of SeaQuest Fan Fictions, mainly
on Lt. Tim O'Neill. There's one from Linda Chapple, and one
little hanging effort from me. My Tim muse has been out to
sea for too long so...*shrug* But I'm not gonna give up on the
second one yet. It has such a good premise, and I'm not gonna put
a good idea to waste. So, pleeeez, come home, TimMuse! ;-)
Linda Chapple, the writer of such fanfics as "Snow Demons," "Pistols at Dawn," and "Quality Shopping" has come up with another story found nowhere else on the web (I think).
+ Regrets, I've Had A Few +These are some fanfiction I made myself. Hopefully, there'll be more. I'm working on it in between school downtime, but unfortunately, they're so few.
"Kimura was the one to whom he turned to. She was the one he thought who could understand. She was the one that made him smile. And she was the one whom he could get lost to.
And Tim gave her the best he thought he could give: his heart.
And all that was left of it was blown out of the water.
And then the smile died.
Heavenly Mind (working title) - Can Tim find solace from his recent past?
"Then, he felt it. Sadness. A deep sorrow as desolate as his own, that he almost drowned at the aggrandized burden. He started to back away, in his mind, when he sense this gloom melt away and give into another vision: fire. It began a small flicker, then it grew to a raging flame. This he knew to be the anger that burned in her. Its intensity was all too frighteningly resembling his own suppressed fury against Kimura, a growing bitterness where love once sprang.
NO, his mind cried out. How? How could this stranger feel like I do? How? These mirrored sensations overrode his rationality. The torturous images he tried so hard to forget swirled dizzily before his eyes.
He felt alone, more than ever. He was now standing at the darkest corners of his mind, a place where he shut out all his unheard cries, dark memories, and his loneliness. He was drawn here to consume him, demanding release.
Tim could feel his chest tighten, his breathing getting constricted. Nothing came out of his lips. He remembered those times he still suffered those anxiety attacks when he would black out once he couldn't breathe. They happened too often then that he knew precisely what could happen next. He smiled gratefully. He was prepared to embrace the prospect of unconsciousness. Better that than to grope in his dark abyss? "