scribblemyname: (raining story and song)
[personal profile] scribblemyname
This entry is part 52 of 52 in the series 365 Challenge

So characters have habits, ways they interact with certain people and situations, things they do and like to do, stories and histories together. I've known a lot of my characters' for a long time but getting them all into fic is interesting, particularly for the ones I don't know that for.

I've got about five novelettes I want to turn out plus a short story, created out of the 5 Things Meme and then the whole Pieter/Ashen dynamic that originally played in my head before I even wrote that first Ashen drabble (and it is awesome to me, but got sidelined drastically with a deluge of other prompts), but, but, but...

I'm on day 265 of my challenge and story count 157 and I'm still plying angles and there's all those little things above that I'm itching to nibble at. Want to help a girl out?

Particularly of interest to me are things like where does Wesley work (not sure actually), and then relationship things that I haven't gotten to like how Justus always recognizes Shift regardless of her current form or demeanor, friendships, sibling relationships, Ilsa and her husband, etc.

Calling for prompts, as promised:

  1. character(s) and/or canon/fandom
  2. random word, quote, or other prompt

Oh, and I'll try to keep it short and fluffy or sweet. Try is the operative word. :grins:

Prompts

Ficlets

Seven Days

Kingdoms and Thorn

Originally published at Liana Mir. You can comment here or there.

From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
It is interesting to see how the training he got applies to a civilian situation.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
Okay, I honestly have no idea why I felt this needed to be done (I don't know that it should have been done, honestly, but...) This piece somehow inspired this, so...




“Do you want to remember?”

The question stopped him. He had just finished a consultation for another business, and he was tired, ready to return home to his family, to the smile from his daughter that could make all of the fatigue disappear, the love of his wife that sustained him, that kept him thriving. The words, though, shifted him from consultant to operative, sharp and suspicious. He turned, trying to prepare himself for anything that might come. “Excuse me?”

“Do you want to remember?” The woman repeated, and he frowned, taking in the dark clothes and unusual hair.

“It’s not possible,” he said, though he should not have let her know that her question had an audience. He did not recognize her as any operative he’d known or heard of, though the possibility of her being someone like the leader of team thirty-four came to him. Still, if it was, why meet him like this?

“For your genetically modified humans, your specials, no, it’s not. I’m a different sort of anomaly,” the woman said. “Your memories got lost in processing, and they say that can’t be undone no matter how great the mental gift. Me? I can and have pulled memories from a man who rewrites his genetics and wipes his mind clean more than once. I can help you. If you want.”

He shook his head. “I have no reason to believe you, less to trust you, and I don’t think I want to know the cost.”

“I’m a woman who can’t touch without getting memories from people. There are only a few ways to cope with that—you go insane, you blackmail people, or you find a good reason to dredge up the memories and give them back. I think I passed the first option a few years back, I did the second for a while, and nowadays I spend my time doing the third. I don’t have a cost. I just... If you’ve got a curse, why not put it to good use? Isn’t that what you do in applying your training to helping those that consult with you?”

He knew there was a part of him that did want to believe her, that wanted to accept her offer. “Why would you come to me?”

“Fracture doesn’t need me anymore. I had to find someone who did.”
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
There are a few possible reasons why he doesn't. Some good, some bad. I guess I'm not sure which of them to pick. The fact that she's on her own suggests a bad one, though.

I wasn't entirely sure how much they could get back of their memories, but I couldn't help thinking that she might be able to help the people that couldn't get them back another way.

You could always do one with him discussing it with his family and if he wants to go ahead with it, if he thinks he can trust her, all that fun... If you want to do a reply, that is. You don't have to.
Edited Date: 2013-10-17 04:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
Poor Whisper not being able to laugh anymore. And her family abandoning her.

I feel bad for Wolf, since his memory is completely gone.

I want to believe she'd still love the man that he was, just as he would have liked her. I was thinking about AU Shift/Kilter and what that would be like (I blame the whole Lovemark thing for starting me down that thought process and a bit of this because I was wondering what Wolf was like in it and if he would have met Whisper and a lot of other things, like how Shift and others might be, too.)

And I do have to ask... would Red be okay with who he was and who he is?

Also thinking... My ideas defy science/logic again, at least in what Recall does (wait... in what Fracture does, too,) but I did have more thoughts on the idea of her interacting with people from K&T, a few lines that were almost impossible to rid my head of, though I should say that an impossible AU crossover is better than thinking about parts of Fracture's life I'd never write about.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
So now there needs to be a part where someone gets Whisper to laugh freely like she used to... one of her kids, probably.

Does she ever meet up with her father again?

Would it anger him, knowing what Storm did?

Hmm. It's a bit sad knowing that Lovemark is just a dreamed reality. That means none of it is real. :(

I like the idea of seeing them as they might have been not as operatives, and I suppose it wouldn't be real no matter what, but it's still a bit... sad.

Ouch. Poor Wolf. I guess I don't know enough of who he was before, but I was hoping since he was still a good guy that he'd be able to. He's probably not the best candidate for what Recall can do, then, either.

I did write down the dialogue that was bugging me, and I did some more mental percolating with Recall's side of it.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
I think I want to see where she does meet up with her dad.

It would be interesting to see how that played out, though painful, too.

It's hard to know out of context, but it would be hard for anyone who knew about the dreaming to cope with knowing it was only real while she dreamt it.

That would be an issue. I don't know how they'd meet, either, but they need to meet because they need each other. Though I suppose... She'd be happy if her first love lived, and the other Wolf might not need her the same way.

Yeah, that would be very difficult to come to terms with. Poor Wolf.

It might work in just pieces. She can do that. It's what she does with Fracture.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
Hmm.

One of the first things I did after writing Nickel and Dime was write a crossover with a tv show I used to watch. I also plotted crossovers with my own stuff. It was fun, though most of them haven't materialized to more than a few scenes. In my mind, though, most of my characters meet and are good friends with each other despite their supposedly separate worlds.

I figured eventually I might throw them in as bonus stories in the books or something, so I was okay with writing them.

That's good, though. Wolf could use his family, though they might have a hard time at first, knowing how different he is.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
A/N: So this doesn't go into a lot of the science, since Recall doesn't do science, as she says, and there is some dialogue that didn't come into this where she offers to learn who he is first and then only give him certain memories, but that didn't fit in this. Still, she can pick and choose memories to give, so... she would. A part of me has this thought about her only getting one good memory for Wolf, but he might not even be the one in this scene. He doesn't have to be.




“You weren’t on a team.”

“Never had a team. Just a partner,” the woman said, closing her eyes. “Gone now.”

“Can you actually do this?”

She uncurled herself from the reports and rolled her shoulders, then her neck. “I don’t know. Science was never something I understood or wanted to understand. Vules didn’t make himself very welcome when he was testing me, so when he explained things, I didn’t like to listen. He said something once about Fracture actually rearranging his brain when he fractured—he rewrites his genetics to be whatever he needs to be and genetics supposedly includes the mind—so that was why he never remembered anything when he was done, but if he rewrote his brain, his memories shouldn’t be there like a normal person’s. Then again, taking memories from Fracture always hurt a lot more than it did with others—my theory being that his were ones I had to work harder for because they’re not where they’re expected to be. Looking over what they used to do this stuff to you, I’m thinking—”

“That you can’t?”

“I might get something. I might get nothing. The only thing I can guarantee is that it will hurt.”

“Hurt?”

“Mostly me, though I’m told it stings sometimes when I give people memories.” She let out a breath. “I can do this if you want me to try. If you don’t, I’ll go. I’ll find something else to do.”

“How do we know you can do any of what you’ve said you can do?”

“I can prove it if you want, but that still means me having access to someone’s memories.”

“You won’t like what you see.”

“I have the memories of a man who stopped a nuclear holocaust on his own in my head. I have murderers, rapists, and terrorists in there. There isn’t much I haven’t seen and processed already. I’m not afraid of what I might see—and I’m already insane, so that’s not an issue, either.”

“Child soldiers?”

She met his gaze, neither confirming or denying anything, and in the end, he held out his hand. “Here.”
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
I admit, I am curious to see what you might want to speculate on. Sure.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
I had some thoughts on the memory thing myself, because I thought about her being about to pull up things from places other than episodic memory, that she could draw off muscle memory and other things as well, that she manages to pull from multiple sources when she does it, but I think we were having similar thoughts regarding Recall.

I like the glimpse into what Wolf can do, how he does it, and his reaction to what she does and what he feels as she does it.

And the last bit...

I love it.

She's where he keeps his memories, but that's not something she'd admit.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
:)

It's a good way of knowing who they are and how it is for them.

With Recall, that first scene where she likens it to lots of knives stabbing her, it was easier to understand how she felt when she used her ability, but Fracture was harder to get because he is different, because he has varying reactions to what he's doing and how much of it he understands, but there's pain involved in what he does, too, and so... yeah, I do my usual shying away from it. :/
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
A/N: So Recall threw me for a huge loop on this one. I didn't intend to go this way, but she got... um, noble? I guess that's what she did. Maybe. I'm still trying to figure this one out myself.



He could have stopped me, Recall thought, still shaken by the meeting she’d had with the man now known as Red Wolf. She could call him by other names—she knew enough of him to know almost all of them, even without the old memories that she’d tempted him into reclaiming.

She turned onto her side, curling up against herself. She hadn’t processed this much in a long time, having most of Fracture’s memories except the most recent ones, and she hadn’t hurt this much, either. She almost welcomed this kind of pain, though. She would rather be lost in someone else’s memories than her own than remember what was missing, than acknowledge the gaping hole that would never be filled.

She should have found someone else, someone besides Wolf. He was dangerous in more than one sense. He was a former operative—she had known that before she approached him—and that should frighten her, but she had lived with Fracture long enough to be immune to fear, only what she had forgotten was that she was weak. The idea of someone besides Fracture stopping what she could do—she wanted that.

She also had a terrible feeling that she’d break him if she gave him back all of his memories, just like a fracture she’d given too much to in the past. What she had gotten—Wolf was two different men, not like Fracture, not the same.

Did his wife know? Recall hadn't sorted through everything yet, so she had to wonder if he had told Whisper he was going to do this. He might not have—there was a chance that it wouldn’t work at all—and he might not have said anything until he knew that it had. Recall didn’t doubt the man’s devotion to his wife, but she did understand his fears, probably better than most because she could get thoughts and feelings from what she processed. Memories were full of many things, more than people realized, and she had his.

She forced herself up off the bed, crossing to the phone. One way or another, she’d need someone else’s cooperation. She would hate herself a little more for this, but she knew what had to be done. “I need you to back me up when I lie to him.”

“What?”

“He needs to believe that I didn’t get much from him—and that you love him regardless of who he was in the past.” Recall leaned over the desk, fighting the pain. “Please. I made the offer with good intentions, and I know when not to give too much. This is one of those times. When I tell him there is nothing beyond what I give him, help him to accept that. I thought I was helping, but I’m not. I was being selfish.”

“I see.”

The words were quiet, and Recall didn’t miss their significance. “He already knows he likes music. No harm in showing him that, and when I have, I’ll be gone. No more interference. I promise. I just... needed to be sure someone would be there for the fallout.”

The silence was condemning, but she didn’t expect anything else—what she’d done was wrong, even if she thought she was doing right when she made the offer. She went to end the call, losing her grip on the desk and consciousness first.
From: [identity profile] thecatisacritic.livejournal.com
I wasn't really sure how Recall's awkward almost change of heart would go over, but I'm glad it wasn't too terrible.

I like seeing Whisper's reaction to it, the way she chose to support him and all she already knows, her loyalty to him, all of that.

They are an awesome couple because of these quiet moments where they strengthen each other.

I have another part where he does see Recall again, and it would take a bit of tweaking to fit with this, if that's okay.

Profile

scribblemyname: (Default)
scribblemyname

July 2024

S M T W T F S
 123456
78910111213
1415 1617181920
21222324252627
28293031   

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Jul. 22nd, 2025 08:26 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios