Fanfic Recs by coprime

Setting Free (Wesley | PG13 | 2,300 words | sequel to Sallying Forth): Wesley on a mission for SG1. This is just a lot of fun, very much in the spirit of Stargate SG1 and the adventures they have.

Excerpt:
"Well, isn't this lovely," Wes muttered, dangling resignedly from a pole in the middle of the village square.

The rope looped around his ankles had been carefully secured; he was in no danger of losing circulation in any extremities. But the sensation of blood rushing in his head was very unpleasant, and with his wrists also tied, he was unable to either reach the ground or climb the rope above him.

Such an excellent impression he was making on SG-1's first off world mission since Colonel O'Neill's return. He'd hoped to put off any such eventuality until such time as he had proven his competency beyond reasonable doubt... but he supposed he had ample proof by now that his new job was as subject to the whims of the fates as his old one. The ways of the Moirai were, as ever, fickle.

Stepping Up (SG1 ensemble | G | 2,000 words | sequel to Small Steps, sequel is Sallying Forth): SG1 makes their final decision on whether or not Wesley should join the team. It's neat; I like the team having an actual discussion about the matter and their different viewpoints in action.

Excerpt:
"And what of Mr. Wyndam-Pryce's ability to selectively appear and disappear, Major Carter?" he asked, turning to O'Neill's second. "Any indication of technological assistance or control by an external entity such as Nirrti or the Reetou?"

"Actually... no, sir," Carter said, her expression the familiar mixture of fascination and frustration that he'd come to associate with her discovery of new scientific puzzle. "He claims it's magic, and so far... well, I haven't been able to prove him wrong."

Song and Dance (Wesley, SG1 ensemble | PG13 | 5,000 words | sequel to Starting Over, sequel is Small Steps): Wesley finds out exactly why Jack, Sam, and Teal'c have approached him. I still think this is a fun team-up, and I like everyone's reactions and assessments of each other, aliens, and demons.

Excerpt:
Carter glanced at him in the rearview mirror a few times, blue eyes wide with interest, then fumbled for a safe topic of conversation. "So," she finally commented. "How long have you lived in Los Angeles?"

Wesley was tempted to give her a flippant reply, but he could not afford be rude to her; there was no telling how long he might be required to work with her or those who reported to her as he sought to determine the scope and nature of the current Goa'uld presence on Earth, nor what steps might be required to close that Pandora's box again and wall the intruding demons back into their own dimension.

"More than two years," he replied mildly, searching for a safe question to ask in return. 'And how long have you been working with demons?' seemed a little abrupt. Likewise, 'So how did Dr. Jackson actually die?' He was almost afraid to find out; it would be terribly ironic for the man to have died at the hands of the very class of beings the Council had attempted to recruit him to research and fight all those years ago.

Show me a hero and I will write you a tragedy (Cordelia/Doyle | G | 1,052 words): Cordelia, after Doyle's sacrifice. This is a lovely vignette exploring Cordelia's grief over Doyle.

Excerpt:
But if you learned anything from your years in Sunnydale, you learned that no one lives forever, not even immortals, and sometimes, good people have to die. You have gone to enough funerals to know, have stood over too many graves. He will just be another headstone.

(Except- the bright, blinding light flares, and when it's gone, so is he. There is no body, there isn't even ash. There will be no funeral, no grave, no headstone with his name carved into it. He is dead, well and truly dead, and he has left behind less of a body than even vampires)

I Really Don't Like Mondays (Angel | PG13 | 3,189 words) is the schedule of how Angel spent his Monday. It's very funny, and I like all the running jokes.

Excerpt:
9.35am

Discover Eve left schedule with Harmony before meeting. Decide am getting too predictable. Will try to fix between 3.45 and 4.30 as only time spare.

9.40am

Schedule update arrives. Have now got meeting between 4.00pm and 4.30pm.

I hate Mondays.

9.45am

Checking schedule, I discover Eve has booked next 15 minutes as "Brooding / Staring out over LA time". Am very annoyed and spend next 15 minutes sitting in chair instead. That'll show her.

I Can Roar, I'm a Woman (Harmony-Lorne | PG13 | 1,660 words) is a chat between Lorne and Harmony. Harmony's rather vapid while Lorne's breezy, which makes for an enjoyable little story.

Excerpt:
"Is Angel crazy?"

"Crazy? Pfft." Lorne waved his hand. "Sure, he's gone on homicidal rampages, but there were usually heavily extenuating circumstances. As long as none of his exes were recently revived from the dead, we should be okay. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I made him a mug of blood this afternoon, and when I told him what the secret ingredient was, he got all sad."

Lorne raised an eyebrow. "What was the secret ingredient? And please don't say puppy."

"Ew! Hello, I'm a vampire, not, like, evil evil. It was cinnamon."

Untitled (Gunn/Wesley | ? | ?) turns Wesley into a girl. It's more of a snippet than a full-fledged story, but it's very funny, And it's got a spot-on Gunn narration.

Excerpt:
But it is also the truth that Wesley with breasts is kind of on the plain and tall side, and he feels bad about thinking it when there are so many other things to worry about.

Like say, the fact that Wesley is all of a sudden a woman.

Not only that, but he is a woman on the edge.

Lorne got him a drink first off and Fred gave him a look and was all, "I don't think a drink is what he needs," but Lorne gave her a look right back and said that a drink was exactly what was needed, and then she looked right at Gunn like he was gonna side with her, but no, seriously, when a man wakes up not a man anymore, Gunn's pretty sure a drink is pretty damn needed.

Queer Eye for the Fandom Guy (ensemble | G | 1,016 words) has the Fab Five visiting eight different characters from fandom. This thing is full of fantastic one-liners, much like the show itself, and really nails the guys routine. But no, there are so many things that are laugh-out-loud funny in this. And it doesn't get old either.

Excerpt:
Subject three: Captain Jack Sparrow

CARSON: Okay, this is your normal everyday look? This isn't, like, terror drag?

JACK: Oh, this old thing. (Holds out the sleeves of his coat, tosses his hair.)

CARSON: Well, the good side is, you're not afraid to take chances. We can work with that.

TED: Come and take a look at the bar. We've tried to provide a little more variety, a little more finesse -- some top-brand vodka for mixers, a nice brandy --

JACK: Where is the rum?

TED: Rum -- you know, rum's nice in a pina colada or something like that, but it's a little downscale, and if you'll just consider --

JACK (pulls out musket): We'll be putting the rum back, mate.

TED: And the rum goes back.