Plei, you aren't seriously thinking of *archiving* that, are you?

Considering that I'm seriously thinking of writing, and in fact have started writing, Newt/Bill, I'd say a desire to archive that with the disclaimer that it was a pluperfect challenge is downright sane.

"It Had Been Good".

Snerk.

Considering that I'm seriously thinking of writing, and in fact have started writing, Newt/Bill, I'd say a desire to archive that with the disclaimer that it was a pluperfect challenge is downright sane.

Mum! Plei's trying to make me look sane for writing challenge fic!

Disclaimers and more disclaimers and you're up.

That seems to have covered the 'I was dared' part fairly effectively.

I'm still sort of speechless that I actually *tried*.

Plei, I love you dearly and admire you beyond words as a writer, you know that.

But if you even think about trying to make me read Bill/Newt, you die bloody.

You need to post any links to the damned thing with toadshades all over it: you know, the biohazard logo.

Hahahahaha!

And I can't wait to see the Hitchhiker's/Firefly, either.

It's a good day.

I think I need to re-read some HHGttG, or re-listen, or something. It does strike me that the whole 'Earth that was' premise is in common, though, and there's... potentional. I'm thinking some sort of disaster that winds up with the crew of Serenity aboard the Heart of Gold. Something like...

Serenity’s engines whined. “Wash! Slow *down*!” Kaylee yelled, trying desperately, and apparently to no effect, to keep the huge machinery moving.

Somewhere, deep in the working, something gave.

There was a bang, white light, and then a headache.

• * *

Mal woke slowly, to find himself lying on sand, under a cool breeze and sun that was not quite warm enough to stop him feeling cold.

“Even dyin’ don’t go smooth, seems,” he said, and was a little startled to find that when he looked up at the buildings on the horizon, they were moving, gently waving up and down.

But if you even think about trying to make me read Bill/Newt, you die bloody.

Sick, wrong tubby manlove.

the buildings on the horizon, they were moving, gently waving up and down.

(fascinated) up and down? As in, sort of, getting shorter? And then taller again?

Holy cow. That's delicious and freaky.

But if you even think about trying to make me read Bill/Newt, you die bloody

Bill/Newt is safely tucked away in my live journal, and I am being very good about making certain I'm using cut tags that spell out "Political Fic. Newt/Bill. During the Starr kerfuffle."