The Omnivorous Geek

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Third Interlude: You Lift Me Up (Coming Down on a Sunny Day)
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Winchester Ensemble
Category: Gen, AU, Family
Rating: T/PG13
Warning: (skip) Language. Allusions to child abuse
Spoilers: S4, previous stories in 'verse.
Summary: John Winchester has four sons, but to an outside observer, he appears to have only three. Their mission is to stop the Apocalypse before it starts.
Word Count: ~7300 (this part)
 Author’s Note: Coming Down on a Sunny Day master list, and YouTube Playlist, from whence came the titles.

( Jimmy's eyelids twitched, still closed. A dull awareness of pain was spreading through his consciousness. )

Fandom: Supernatural
Title: Whisper Down a String
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Dean, Sam, John, Bobby
Category: Gen, Weechester, Drama, touch of H/C
Rating: PG
Warning: (skip) Schmoop.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Uncle Bobby's place is awesome, and Sammy is totally a little bitch for preferring to read his book instead of playing in the attic with Dean. But, well, maybe Sam was right.
Word Count: 4480
Disclaimer: This is my Father's world, but it's Kripke's playground.
Author’s Note: Written for spn_summergen as a gift for pdragon76. Amazing fantastic betas: charlie_d_blue and i_speak_tongue.

( Whisper Down a String )

I'm not completely happy with this--it's a bit lopsided and there's some definite mood whiplash that I'm not sure what to do about, but the stupid sticky keys are driving me crazy, so this is probably as good as it's going to get for now.

Complete chapter list: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14

The story is also available in one document on my website: Corner of Your Eye

( Part 8 )

Fandom: Supernatural/Chronicles of Narnia
Title: Kings for a Little Time
Author: Maychorian
Characters: Sam, Dean, various Narnians
Category: Drama, crossover, a touch of hurt/comfort, bits of crackified humor
Rating: PG/K+
Spoilers: 3.16
Summary: “Dude, of all the ways I imagined you coming for me, that was never one of them.” “With a giant talking lion? Yeah, me neither.”
Word Count: 2667
Disclaimer: I’m sorry for making you roll over in your grave, Mr. Lewis. I know this doesn’t belong to me and I’m being a very naughty girl. :(
Author’s Note: Sequel to “Sam, Son of Adam,” which was written for the Fandom Firsts Crossover Challenge at sn_crossovers. I wrote that ficlet simply because the idea wouldn’t go away, but more just keep coming. I hope this will exorcise them. Writing in Narnia still feels like trespassing. These books are sacred ground to me, and I have the nagging feeling that I can never, ever do justice to this world.

In case you’re curious, no, the theology of this doesn’t really work at all. Let’s just pretend that it does, hmm? Emotionally, at least, it seems to make sense.

So, off we go. Once more down the rabbit hole. I hope we don't drown.

( Kings for a Little Time )

Gah. I will finish this story, I swear. I think we might be about half-way through now. And if you're not reading this because you avoid WIPs, I don't blame you. I'm a bad person.

But here it is, a nice boring, slow-paced chapter to contrast with the fast-paced, interesting ones that came before. (Why doesn't html have a < sarcasm > tag?)

Excerpt:
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They were in space. They were in space in another galaxy. They were in hyperspace in space in another galaxy. And they were playing a card game with a little boy who had a tail. Sam kept repeating these things to herself, just to make sure she wouldn’t forget that she wasn’t asleep and dreaming about the most incredible tech-toys ever.

Even as she stared, the card-chips in her hand flickered and changed, randomized by the small device in the middle of the playing area. Beside her, the colonel made a disgusted sound. Apparently his winning hand had now become a losing one. Or something. Teal’c, of course, had the perfect poker face. Or sabbacc face. And Lindle always looked gleeful, so how was she to know?
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Part 3
Part 4
Part 5

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Excerpt:
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Jack slipped easily into this persona he created for himself. He knew that Daniel was doing the same—only Daniel would believe it, making it real, making himself release everything and be open to new people, new experiences. Daniel was like that.

No, more than “like that”—that was who Daniel was. Always open, trusting, wanting to discover, to learn. Believing all good of the universe until it had been proved to him conclusively that the good wasn’t there, and then still thinking he could find it somewhere.
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Part 2

( Familiar Strangers: Part 3 )

Well, I guess I'll go ahead and post this story here. It isn't finished, but it's on its way, and it's already closer to 20k words than not. So good, I guess.

Excerpt:
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Daniel made a shift as if to get up, and Jack reached over Carter and grabbed his jacket. “Oh, no you don’t. No way you’re waltzing up to the front door of that place and starting your ‘peaceful explorers’ bit until we know more about them and the situation. For all we know, these could be the kind who shoot first and never ask questions at all.”

Daniel blinked his baby blues, completely nonplussed. “Actually, I was thinking that you should do it.”

“What, waltz up to the front door?”

“Yes, Jack,” the younger man said with infinite patience. “They’re military. You’re military. Solidarity of the species. I’m sure you’ll get along.”
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Title: Familiar Strangers
Author: Maychorian
Email: maychorian at hotmail dot com
Rating: PG-13
Category: Crossover, Drama, Action/Adventure, Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: None
Summary: SG-1 gets to go to another galaxy. Yay! Or maybe not so yay, since there are bad guys there, too. And good ones. Yay! Yeah, it’s gonna be another one of those days.
Timeframe: Pre-TPM, late 4th or early 5th season in SG.
Spoilers: Lots of little ones.
Feedback: Yes, please! Criticism is welcome. Unless it’s along the lines of “Star Wars is stupid.” Tell me about typos, please. I know I have them, but not where.
Note: The Star Wars movies don’t exist in this Stargate universe. Slightly non-canonical then, sorry. Also, this title kind of sucks, so I might change it I think of something better. Ideas?
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don’t own it. Or him. Lovely hims.

( Familiar Strangers: Part 1 )