Work-in-Progress meme-thing

[lyricality]

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how
non-descriptive or ridiculous.

Pick out the title that most intrigues you, or appeals to you, or whatever,
and I'll post a snippet!

Err. Limiting this to Transformers, I think, since I haven't so much as started a fic in another fandom in...a long, long time. o_Oa Anyway, I have a lot of things in progress, and a lot of things I really have no intention of finishing, but! Have at, and I'll answer any questions you might have, too. :3


AtFirstSight.odt
conduit.doc
drive.wps
ghostinthemachine.doc
GhostNote.odt
idroveallnight.doc
jazzprowl.doc
LadyOgiftfic.odt
outofthedark.doc
overdrive.doc
RestlessHeat.odt
SevenDays.doc (yes, still there)
tfanimatedarcee.doc
touch.wps
twins.doc
VoicesCarry.odt

....I can tell the rough era in which each of these were written by the file extension, ha.

Comments

[nkfloofiepoof]

I'm tempted to ask for all of them XD But that would be mean. So I'll pick the two that catch my eye most:

ghostinthemachine.doc

and

outofthedark.doc

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

Ha, you chose one of two Beast Wars fics. X3 You get a lot of it because I doubt I'll ever even attempt to finish this unwieldy monster.
ghostinthemachine.doc:

“Sentinel. Begin attempted override sequences. Authorization Primal.”

A beep, not of acknowledgement, but of success, and Optimus’ optics flickered in his surprise. “Authorization accepted. PRIMAL. Access granted to Dinobot: Stellar Cycle 1200:08:2304.”

Optimus lay his hands against the keypad, but hesitated. “What is this?” he muttered.

Sentinel replied readily enough. “File group is downloaded memory matrix of Maximal unit Dinobot, dated Stellar Cycle 1200:08:2304. Download, access or run?”

Dinobot. Dinobot’s memory and personality, downloaded onto Sentinel. When had he done such a thing, and more to the point, why? He supposed he had the first answer already, and he performed the calculations against his own data tracks. Before Dinobot had betrayed them to Megatron, then made yet another reversal of ideology. What had he hoped to accomplish? Why had he secured Optimus’ easy access to it?

This was foolish. It suggested an extreme lack of focus, that he should even consider consulting this strange and unexpected remnant. These data tracks were irrelevant. They would give him no answers.

“Run,” he murmured.

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

You then chose the only TF: Armada one. :3
outofthedark.doc:

Starscream gleamed alternately pale, then bright, in the sharp glow of the vanishing sun. He was a strange construction of ice and fire, all uncomfortable angles. At the far edge of the dry lake bed, he had arranged his back to the wall, ever expecting attack.

He raised his head and spoke softly. “You came.”

Optimus paused several paces distant. Starscream had a terribly narrow comfort zone, and approaching too closely or too quickly would only breach his exceptionally frail sense of trust. “I had a vested interest,” Optimus replied, his gaze level and very subtly hurt. He would never admit how effective disappointment could be, when used as a weapon. For a few moments Starscream met his stare, and then he lowered his head again with discomfort etched through his frame. “I wanted answers,” Optimus pressed, relying on a firm but gentle approach. Above all else, Starscream was a wounded predator--damaged, and more dangerous as a result. “Will you give them to me?”

Painfully still for a minute or more, Starscream finally moved his shoulders in a reluctant shrug. “Nothing you'll like to hear.”

[nkfloofiepoof]

Ooh~ Alas, I can't say I know anything about these two 'verses beyond the most basic of basics, but they do sound very interesting ♥

And I am ever amused that Prime and Starscream still managed to find themselves in an awkward/uncomfortable situation even in a completely different 'verse XD

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

They have yet-untapped superpowers of awkwardness. ♥

[katharos-8.livejournal.com]

Arghhh can't tell from the titles which ones have optimus... Um. Can I ask for twins and voicescarry?

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

You chose one with Optimus. Heee.
twins.doc:

Optimus pressed him back against the wall, even as Megatron dragged him closer with claws biting into his shoulders. Their chests scraped together; Optimus felt the rapid thrum of his brother's spark as if it were his own. It was--and so few could understand how they belonged to each other, a single spark made fragile by division, steady and stronger when united.

"Only you, Optimus," Megatron said. A vow. "And only me." His voice ached to hear, and his armor had begun to separate, layers pulling away to either side.

"We're one in this," Optimus growled. They grappled for a moment; he caught Megatron's wrists and crushed his hands against the wall.

Megatron arched to him. "We are one in everything."

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

And some Cliffjumper/Mirage.
VoicesCarry.odt:

“I plan no punishment. For either one of you.” Optimus Prime kept his voice low, measured, but firm enough that Cliffjumper thought he would bend and break under the horrible weight of that restrained disappointment. “But I cannot endure such suspicions. Not when our numbers are so few, and our situation so desperate. If nothing else... You must learn to give your fellow soldiers the benefit of the doubt.” Prime laced his fingers together and regarded Cliffjumper with a steady gaze of such solemnity that Cliffjumper felt a distant ache in his spark; he lowered his optics and stared determinedly at the surface of Prime's desk. “Cliffjumper.”

He couldn't bring himself to lift his head. The unfairness of the situation galled him, and he curled his hands into straining fists. As ever before, Mirage had disobeyed orders, gone off on his own, and done something arrogantly, rashly stupid. Last time, he had returned a hero, with the Nemesis grounded and Megatron's plans a failure, but amid the congratulations of his comrades, Cliffjumper had never quite forgotten that if Mirage had only informed the rest of them of his plan, Prime would never have tried following the ship alone. He would never have taken Sideswipe's jet pack, and he would never have crashed back down to earth. Now Mirage had gone haring off again, and this time he had earned a cerebro shell in the processor for his trouble. Cliffjumper's fists tightened until sparks snapped across the wiring of his palms. “Yes,” he muttered.

“Am I understood?” The undercurrent of sympathy in Prime's voice was worse than any outright anger.

Forcing himself to raise his optics, Cliffjumper saluted with bittersweet obedience. “Yes, sir.”

“Then you are dismissed.”

[lady-oneiros.livejournal.com]

I think you know which two caught my eye

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

You will have read this whole fic before I ever give it to you. Heeee.
AtFirstSight.odt:

“That paint is flaking everywhere,” Megatron said underneath a smirk. He swiped two long fingers against the plating of Optimus's shoulder, and the tips came away blue with transferred color. “You won't be able to hide what you are. Not here.”

Optimus agreed. “Not for long.”

“Are you counting on my protection, then?”

“I hope for your consideration, at least.” Optimus lifted one optic ridge and indulged in a rare and wry smile. “My death would be something of a diplomatic catastrophe. For Iacon, first of all. But then for Kaon, too. I would imagine.” He could picture the reaction of the Council to his murder, and while Kaon might eke out its grim existence with little governmental inference for now, the Senate's patience with organized crime and death sports could not last indefinitely.

The darkly narrow curve of Megatron's smile suggested that he recognized the threat. “You have my consideration, then.” Rubbing his fingertips together, he removed the remnants of paint. “You have my interest,” he added.

[lyricality.livejournal.com]

Aaaaand LadyOgiftfic.odt:

"This is tribute," Megatron growled. He pressed them chest against chest; he was so open that he ached in every straining component with anticipatory terror. "This is glorification. This is honor. Who else could worship you in the way you deserve?"

Optimus snarled in return, baring dental plates that Megatron only rarely glimpsed. They were fangs like his own, and Optimus had kept them carefully hidden from his Autobot idealists. Fuel pulsed through all the cabling that connected and restrained the Prime, and Megatron felt the vibration of that tremendous, turbulent power like rough music against the tips of his claws. Optimus's voice rippled through him on the same frequency. "Only you would think of honoring me like this."

[(Anonymous)]

Will you be updating that lovely Cliffjumper/Mirage fic anytime soon?