post the first sentence (or three) from every wip you're currently working on, even if it's very short. then invite people to ask questions about your wips. with any luck, the motivation to take that wip one step closer to completion will appear as if by magic!
1. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; "What are you doing?" "I'm being the spatula."
2. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; Her knees give out just as he wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her into his body. His hands sweep over her skin - over dark bruises and deep gashes and ash and soot and burn marks. Blood and dirt stain her clothes; there are smears across her face and down her arms and patches of it as if its been teased into her hair.
3. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; Glass shatters and wheels hit the ground with a scream and the soldiers scatter like crows from a field. There's time, Kovarian knows - time between the crash of the bike to the floor and the leveling of her entourage; time between the last plasma burst and the shock of a pulled-back hammer, reverberating off the arching walls and stained glass windows.
4. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; The Doctor dies on the hot sand by a still lakeside, afraid and mostly alone. There isn't an astronaut this time; they never needed one. She kills him of her own free will, solid and unflinching. then disappears into the breeze with a crackle and spark.
5. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; "You know that feeling you get, when you step out of the TARDIS onto a new planet, and everything just…vibrates with possibilities. Time flung out in all directions, so many avenues, all still unravelling. Uncertain. You told me about it once, but I'd never felt it before, not in regards to my own timeline. I always thought it was fixed for one reason or another. Silly, when you think about it."
6. Doctor Who - River/Doctor; "You're sitting on my TARDIS."
7. Doctor Who/Battlestar Galactica - River Song/Laura Roslin; She doesn't notice, then; the water rushes over her and the sound collapses and Time becomes infinitely more fragile, resting like a wounded bird in her upturned palms.
8. Stargate Atlantis - John/Elizabeth; "For that, you can come with me to a wedding reception. Hair gel and black-tie required. You'll love it."
"Sorry," he drawls, "I have a quota of one fancy event per year. If I go over, the lady at the suit rental place gets suspicious, starts to think I'm getting some on the side."
He can practically see her eyebrow go up. "Some adjustments?"
"Cheeky."
9. Stargate Atlantis - John/Elizabeth; "I'm cutting you off," she says. John grunts and makes an uncoordinated grab for the bottle. She moves it out of his reach easily, and he glares at her with vacant eyes. 'Not fair,' he drawls, but the bitterness coats his words like a glaze, and the knot inside her chest tightens, coils - a dying cobra entangled in itself, each grasp for air only making it harder to breathe, and the poison seeps through its skin.
10. Stargate Atlantis - John/Elizabeth; The shockwave hits them halfway through the wormhole and careens the jumper back onto the planet's surface. Rodney knocks his head against the console and Teyla slams into Ronon hard enough to give them both bruises. John ends up flat on his back, lungs screaming for air, vision dotted with white and black and blue and- "Elizabeth!"