wondersheep: (HP - Spoilers | violet_quill)
Until We Get It Right, my epic HP/BtVS Crossover of DOOM!, is now complete. At 22,345 words.

I'm going to go over there----> and pass right the fuck out now, k?

Under here is the songlist I listened to when I wrote the thing )
wondersheep: (NCIS - clicky | xtrigger)
Title: Arrival
Author: Wondersheep
Characters/Pairing: Kate Todd (NCIS), Xander Harris (BtVS), a cast of several who get mentioned but aren't here.

Rating: PG-13.
Spoilers: S2 finale of NCIS, S7 of BtVS

Length: 412 words

Disclaimer: Not mine, don't sue. Written for FFA on Twisting the Hellmouth. I tried something pretentious and artsy, so let me know if it works or if it's crap. 

Summary: The third thing Kate Todd said when she first arrived was, 'Why am I in Valhalla?' )
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*ckecks calendar*

*It's not November*

*Doesn't see any pigs flying, neither.*

Title: The World (and everything on it)
Author: SpiffydaWonderSheep
Fandom: Buffy/HP crossover.
Warnings: Gen, no sex at all, no Xander at all, first person POV, there are bad words and someone's finger gets cut off.
Summary: Voldemort's not just trying to conquer one country. But no one's ever said 'Harry Potter' and 'graciously accepts help' in the same sentence. )
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Was watchin' a vid. Had an idea. Wrote a fic.

Yes, really.

Title: To Pass The Time
Rating: PG
Warnings: A television beaten to death.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own the characters portryaed within. I make no money from this.
Summary: Wilson was unconcious, running a fever of 104 degrees, and House was certain it was MSRS. )
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I think the dam's finally breaking. Either that, or my brain hates me and sends me these nightmares out of spite.

Buffyverse, post-S7, Potential POV )
wondersheep: (NCIS - I love you | squeeegy)
So, I did that once-a-year-paranoia thing where I flock all previous posts, ever. If that's a problem for you, let me know so I can convert a post to public/point and laugh as appropriate. The bad news, if you ever used my minimum number of tags, is that this nifty program that I used to convert 2000+ entries to flock, also deletes all the tags. Alas. I'll work on that later.

Title: Sunday Afternoons (NCIS)
Rating: Oh, let's pretend it's R, even though it's probably PG-13 on a bad day.
Feedback: Duh.
Archiving: Want, ASK.
Pairing: McGee/Scutio. Shut up.
Warnings: Absa-friggin-lutely none. Unless you don't like het.

Summary: Once upon a time, Abby had explained to him the purpose of Sunday afternoons. )

Bleah.

May. 20th, 2006 12:00 pm
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Since it's apparently "Write Drabbles Day" in Sheepyland, I'm opening the floor up for drabble requests.


And so Leon gets off my ass:
Xander/Ninth Doctor/Rose )

In other news, I just had to Google to find Capitan Jack's last name is spelled, and discovered that there are apparently some new fangirls who think every Timelord is named Doctor and male, so OF COURSE a female Time Lord is the "Doctress".

'Scuse, I have to go beat someone to death with the last THIRTY YEARS OF DOCTOR WHO CANON AND A DICTIONARY!
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It's not long enough for a drabble, but not a real fic yet. Is it now a dribble? Continued from here.

In other news, librarys smell like sandalwood and ass. You know, like hippies.

But before we get into that, we must squee, for lo, Booth is being all concerned about Brennan. AND he's Catholic. And they're comparing Jesus to a zombie. Glee. "I've noticed very few people are scary after being poked in the eye."

Also? Dark sorcerers suck. Also, is that tat on DB's wrist his, and what is it?

Anyway, back to Mal and Buffy and Xander. You heard me. I've decided, this is before Joss Whedon tore my heart out and danced La Cucaracha on it while wearing a Carmen Miranda dress Serenity, the movie, but after Objects in Space. S7 has already happened. And there's no title.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are not mine, and I make no money from this.

'How come you got clothes?!' )
wondersheep: (FF - Whip this out | madelineanne)
For [livejournal.com profile] vampedvixen, who wanted Firefly/Buffy drabble crossover. Yes, I just wrote one for Bowen, but I'm the writer, damnit! I get to do what I want! *Whines*

Yeah, it's short, and if you yell at me enough, I might even bother to figure out what happens next.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are not mine, and I make no money from this.

'Mornings Are Not His Best Time', 241 words )
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I'm feeling real silly tonight. And it was time for John to get his back.

Sonic Screwdriver. Spamalot. Socks. The answers are found within. )
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SGA/Andromeda. Again. Because I can. And because xanphibian and othercattu were egging me on.

Because the Daedleus just rolled in and brought a new shipment of DVDs )
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*cries* too much other stuff to do! Drabble.


Title: Expanded Universe
Authoress: Spiffy da WonderSheep
Spoilers: S6 Finale of Angel.
Disclaimer: What I don't own, Joss owns. What Joss don't own, Robert Heinlein owns.

The theory is that every action creates a new universe. )
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Look! Look everybody (especially [livejournal.com profile] annakovsky)! I did a ficathon!

Character to include: Faith
Word to include: regret
Other conditions: Post-Chosen

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Title: When Seventy Times Seven Just Don't Cut It

Author: Spiffy da WonderSheep

Rating: R. Safe for all, there's no slash (yes I am feeling all right, quit trying to stick that thermometer there!)

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are not mine, and I make no money from this.
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Notes: Thank you to my loving betas, WolframDaddy-O, Robin the Crossover Junkie, and Nikkikat. Yes, Nikki, there is a Santa Claus and there will be a sequel. Thank you to Annakovsky for giving me the chance to play with post-Chosen characters, especially Faith. Hope you like. And thanks to Wolfing for putting together a Ficathon for my favorite British Librarian.

Summary: Maybe Rupert had it wrong. Or maybe, maybe Wesley and Faith had forgiven each other for their mutual mistakes. )
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