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on my friend's show where he had people come on and tell a story about a song that
was significant in their lives and then he played the song. It was really great.
Some of the songs were Carole King and Joni Mitchell and Evelyn Champagne King.
And Tchaikovsky . . . and mine of course was David Soul . . .

So my nearest and dearest told me to post it. Cuz the general population probably didn't
get the subtle nuance of a good Torino joke . . .

Who knew when I bought my first Huggy apple hat, that I'd be buying another one 30 years later . . .

( Don't Give Up On Us . . . )

Current Mood: happy
Current Music: Noel Coward - Sail Away

So my recently acquired mad hot love for the original slash boys - Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson - has been tossed in the rubbish bin (Holmes' words) whilst I worry the day away with the diluted, modern dopplegangers . . .

So this is my first attempt at a long fic set in the Edwardian days of London . . . the title is Welsh and means "little morning"

Let me know if I've fallen right off the wagon into an oncoming carriage, okay???

And a big thanks to LS for leading me down the path to 221B . . .

Title: Bore Bach
Author: Kaye
Slash, eventually, maybe, could be . . .
Holmes/Watson
R

( Bore Bach . . . )

Title: Small Change
Author: Kaye
Slash - esque: Implied H/W, Implied H/Cuddy, Implied Wilson/Cuddy, Implied House unhappiness at them all . . .
R
They're all mine - which is why Simon Cowell is joining the cast this season as jolly cafeteria guy, Thurston.

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4
It's Tuesday and this bit came out of wondering what the heck TPTB were gonna do with all those extra people . . . plus it's been way too long since I played with Dr. McSnarky . . . and blame Cameron for all the sports metaphors. Either that or the NFL games that keep pre-empting Big Brother . . .

( Small Change . . . )

. . . cuz I can't get this new thing out if my head.

For some reason, proper English gentlemen who burn white hot underneath the top hats and the impeccable manners are now my new obsession. Who knew??

Of course, I shoulda known. I used to eat period romances like Skittles. I SO wanted to go to London for the
season. I still watch Sense and Sensibility once a month - and have yet to get my head around the fact that in
real life - ELINOR MARRIED WILLOUGHBY!

so here's a little snip. I think I'll collect them here. Amongst the macho cops and the damaged, snarky doctors . . .
they seem to fit right in. Kinda like prototypes . . .

So it's H/W
Holmes/Watson that is . . .
It's slash
It's just a moment . . .

( Welcome Home . . . )

I discovered the brilliant Sherlock Holmes and Jeremy Brett! Hell. In a good way.

Well, since I seem to be following this slash line to it's logical beginnings, it's only natural to step
back into the first real buddy cop show, eh?! (And I know someone will trump that with an even earlier slashy pair)

So am nurturing a deep and abiding love that is still in it's first crush stage and oh how I love finding every little slash and H/C moment. The most surprising thing is how many traits, behaviours, etc that David Shore stole for House - my other latest and greatest obsession - and that doesn't even count Torchwood . . . which is not exactly slash but, well, canon snogging . . .

So, since there are societies upon societies who KNOW Sherlock Holmes and his friend and colleague John Watson WAY better than me, it is an intimidating task to break in to the hallowed halls of Conan Doyle . . . and yes I know my writing has taken a decidedly more Victorian/Edwardian tone . . . what of it???

BTW, all Jeremy Brett talks about in interviews is "the friendship between two men"

which I now believe David Soul adopted the same ideas . . . and how thrilled was I that an interviewer compared Holmes and Watson to Starsky and Hutch . . . can a crossover be far ahead? (totally kidding now)

So, here is my first (really my second) foray into the world of SH/JW . . .

inspired by a prompt from LS to write "Six things Holmes did when he realized he was in love with Watson"

(of course others wrote out lists . . . I overachieved into six drabbles of precisely one hundred words and no more - yes, I'm starting to talk like this, too . . ..)

am testing it out on this very accepting livejournal . . .

let me know how you like it . . . or not!

( Six Drabbles . . . )

Here is the whole story of Ten Percent Solution in one nice file at Kass's site:

http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/HouseSHCrossfinal.htm

thanks, Kass - for the work and the beautiful site!

I am happy and sad at the same time. Don't want to leave the boys. Any of them. Just want to sit on House's couch and watch them banter for months and months . . .

Hope to get the whole thing up at Kass's site in a few days.

Is it bad that I'm now thinking about a sequel??? Where H/W head out to California . . . get in Hutch's way . . .
STOP ME NOW!

I think we should all take the month of August off, rent a cabin on the Oregon Coast, and write all day, every day.

Thanks again to everyone who responded and encouraged and demanded. And to moon for the icon. It SO ROCKS!

Here's a link to the end - which gives you links to the beginnings . . . sounds deeper than it really is . . .

http://community.livejournal.com/house_wilson/1511832.html

The greatness that is TORCHWOOD????

Hello, people! These are the memos I need to receive.

Like, "Hey, Kaye, there is this amazing new show that is set in CARDIFF that is like X-files, Dead Like Me, and hot soft porn all rolled into one."

And did I mention that my favorite city in all the world (well almost) is CARDIFF??? How I love Queen Street and the castle . . .

And did I mention that canon slashy snogging AND aliens AND mentions of my other love of a town, Aberythswyth are like my favorite things?

*fans herself*

Thanks to Susan for sharing of the eps.
Thanks to the tube of u for work time viewing.

Can a House/ Torchwood crossover be very far behind???

Random Shoes - brilliant

okay, done with the squeeeeee. For now.

It's just a moment in the day to day of the boys.
It's an observation.
It's the thing they tried so hard to ignore
during most of S4.

It's a big ol Crush! And who doesn't love
a big ol Crush? I mean, really?!

(first appeared in SHarecon zine)

( Crush . . . )

So I've had this little journal for a while and never really used it as a journal. And peeps like moonie write such great blogs about fish and spring and swollen hands and I cannot for the life of me finish my damn "first ever in the whole wide world House/Starsky Hutch Crossover" and I don't have a good emoticon and I am now working in a real grown-up job (which, much to my dismay, does not necessarily come with the big grown-up salary) and my monitor at home broke and so I now have one from 1997 that is so big that me and my keyboard have no room on the desk and my back revolted and decided that it felt much better lying down plus I needed real live Vicodin research to truly channel Dr.McGrumpy and so I had to miss many days of said grown-up job (which, apparently, doesn't go over so well with the other grown-ups) and it WAS spring and now it's not and my tulips are howling from frostbite and my lavendar lies listless on the lip of the ledge (snerk - alliterate much?) and yet love reigns supreme and I'm headed to another country to meet a certain someone in a 4 star hotel for room service and spa treatments and even though I have no idea how the whole thing is going to turn out, and to steal the words of the wordiest wordsmith of the Victorian word . . . "I am as light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a school-boy. I am as giddy as a drunken man."

And I wanna write sappy SH drabbles all about love and romance and finally figuring out that what you want is right beside you and good things come to those who wait, but I abhor cliche and yet I seem to be a big ol walking Hallmark card of late and this will never do if I want to ever write a House fic again cuz Hallmark and House do not EVER go together, unless he's drunk and in bed with Wilson, but that's a whole other story and so I am left with a single question:

What does one get for someone for a less than 6 month anniversary?

Current Mood: working
Current Location: my office
Current Music: and so it goes - Billy Joel

Was bored and in pain at work and decided to try to write an angsty awful drabble to keep my mind off my back and the fact that I accidentally got myself stuck in an actual nine to five job.

And then the first line just whacked me over the head and I HAD to do it.
Got it down to a drabble and a half . . . not really cheating, right?!

thanks to susan, title queen, for the title. And a shout out again to Sal for the amazing icon.
My words so close to Hutch's lips . . . can I get a whoop whoop?

Personal Effects

by Kaye

I was okay until they handed me his shoes. Blue splattered in red. Tried to wipe it off, but only smudged it deeper. Into the stripes. Into my hands. Stumbled back into the chair as a hundred images threatened to finish the job started this morning with the scraping of a fender and the echo of a shout.

I stared at the frayed laces and thought about those shoes. Up on the desk. Propped on the dashboard. Headed down an alley. Snugged on my lap. Even when Jeeters slashed a two-inch gash in the left one, he wouldn’t give them up. Said they made him run faster. Jump higher. Said they were lucky.

Didn’t even realize what I was doing until they were laced, my brown loafers discarded on top of the latest People magazine, my feet pinched, already howling.

Figured we could use all the luck we could get.

So I got tagged by my girl, callisto65, and I cannot deny her - she who has my back much in the way the Torino Twins work.

Post a list of your top five favorite fics you've written, regardless of fandom or the reason you love them. This isn't about the BEST things you've written, but what you LOVE most. Then tag five other people to do the same.

The problem comes in the selecting and the retagging. All my favorite writers have already been tagged, I'm sure. But here goes mine.

I have become a little bi-fictional of late - what with my new hot and heavy love of all things House and Hugh Laurie. But these SH ones are really all my favorites. So, in no particular order:

1. Rumination Cycle (http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/Rumination_Cycle.htm)

It started out as a drabble, written after I saw Brokeback Mountain, which stayed with me for days. Just the utter despair and the longing and a Hutch who is so beyond any kind of comfort . . . just the way I love him.

2. Court and Spark (http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/court_and_spark.htm)

Written in a hurry one weekend. Didn't even know I was writing a songfic. But just love the boys at the end of their rope and dragging them through to a resolution. Like in music, when Joni takes forever to scoop up into a note - the relief that comes is where I love to leave the boys.

3. Twisted Reality (http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/twisted_reality.htm)

Had no idea I was swimming in treacherous waters when I wrote this one. Am probably most proud of this long thing - hard to keep all the boys in the air - Paul, David, Starsky, Hutch. Just loved the stories when Kirk beams down onto the set of the TV show. And I loved writing Hutch vs. David and then to try to get them all together in one room . . . so much fun!

4. Captain's Prerogative (http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/CaptainsPrerogative.htm)

My attempt at a long case fic. And my twist is my most favorite. It started out as the need to write a Captain Dobey fic. And I just love to draw comparisons to his relationship with his partner Elmo Jackson with the boys. Think its a lot of the motivation behind how the man treats S and H. Plus, I have to admit when I decided who was going to be their new captain, I couldn't stop giggling and rubbing my hands together in glee.

5. Partnerhood (http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/Partnerhood.htm)

I do like writing a story from someone else's POV and I always was partial to ol Bernie - the poor cop who just happened to see Hutch lurching down the street. This one and its companion Partnerhood Plus One( http://starskyhutch.kassidyrae.com/Partnerhoodx1.htm takes place in that world I love - Post Fix. (okay I know thats really 6, but they kinda go together, right?!)

for my tag:
lyricalsoulmoondroplettekassidy62
molo
jojo

because I threw down over at MeandThee, so I thought I'd better put my words where my fingers were . . . or something like that.

Thanks to susan for the title . . .

Title: Fault Lines
Author: Kaye
Slash: S/H implied, etc.
PG
not mine

It's a pre tag snippet to Black and Blue. And indicates the fast and slippery slope of denial and recrimination that the boys found themselves hurtling down during S4. I like to think it got worse and then SvH and then it got better post SR. I can't write all that, though. It's not too happy, but it has Dobey in it, which is always a good thing.

( Fault Lines . . . )

So this 9 to 5 thing is working out okay. Got a big chapter of my crossover story done, and finished this little ditty yesterday.

I always see those prompts: 5 things House didn't know; 5 reasons Wilson got divorced - wanted to do one for the boys.

Big hug to Susan for linking my frags . . .

White rabbit, everyone.

( Four People Who Knew and One Who Didn't )

So a couple of years ago I was riding on a train through a beautiful Welsh valley, on my way to Tenby and the coast of Wales for a holiday, and I looked up and saw the regular pastoral: rolling green hills, sheep dotting everything, a small house, a small cemetary. I sighed, lost in the travel brochure-ness of it all. The cemetary had odd headstones - rows and rows of what looked from a distance like popsicle sticks.

The woman sitting next to me leaned into my shoulder and whispered, "Aberfan."

I suddenly noticed the entire car had grown silent, everyone turning to stare at the little rows of white. If I were prone to romanticism and fancy, I do believe the sky grew darker . . .

So the train turned out of that valley and I asked the woman, "Aberfan?"

So she told me the story of the day the slag heap - the coal waste - slid down the hill and buried the elementary school. She told me about how parents dug and dug and dug, trying to unbury their little children. She told me how the children that survived were treated as royalty, told me how the grief of the town seeped through the entire valley, much like the rain through the slag.

The story tore my heart apart. I can't ever let it go. I've written a story, a play, a poem, and the beginnings of a novel about it.

My pal Sheila reminded me of the anniversary today. And urged me to post the poem. Thanks, bachgen. Someday we'll meet in the annwyl bryn, prydferth Cymru.

( The Price of Coal )

Here's the BBC link today: http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/5406352.stm

OR: How PMS and Hutch post fix are the very same thing. I mean, really. The need for chocolate. Irritablility that results in the tossing of items. Lashing out at the ones you love . . .

So here's what happens in the middle of the night.

Fixed
by Kaye

The ache never goes away. The bruises pale, the
sickness wanes, track marks fade to freckles. He’s
now gone an entire day without thinking about it.
Twice. But the thrum of need always whispers back in.
Relentless. Under every sentence, every step, every
caress. Every raised eyebrow.

He’s tried to walk it away. Took to the beach one
night, almost outran it. Caught up with him at the end
of the pier. Chased him back to Venice, where he
stood staring up into dark windows, wondering when it
had became less about stopping the ache and more about
just stopping.

*****

He can’t stop. The sleeves are shorter, the hair
longer, the swagger is back. Almost. He’s now gone an
entire week without worrying about it. Too much. But a
dozen unanswered rings sends him across town at three
in the morning. Sidelong glances at every twitch have
become an unwanted reality.

Standing guard between what happened and what might
occur has left him exhausted. He lights the cigarette
they both know doesn’t touch the need, accepts the
need for the lights on, and sits alone in the dark.
Waiting for the other shoe. Waiting for the ache to
go away.

Just take a gander at my pretty pretty icon that Moon just made me for my House/SH crossover story, The Ten Percent Solution!!

Am so happy. Have many things lately that make me happy. Must be October. Or hormones.

And here's the link to my story.

http://community.livejournal.com/starsky_hutch/402686.html#cutid1

I'm not sure it's ever going to end. And who cares. Maybe I'll just get Starsky and Hutch to move in with House and Wilson . . . Odd Couples. It'll play the West End first . . . DS can't take the travel.

Thanks moonie - you the best girl who reminds me of George on Dead Like Me I've ever known.

Yes, I finally finished it.

Schwoooooooeeeee . . . .

Here are links:

Chapter 7 part 1: http://community.livejournal.com/house_wilson/556841.html?#cutid1

Chapter 7 part 2: http://community.livejournal.com/house_wilson/557156.html?#cutid1

If anyone knows how the hell to get more than a few pages on LJ, tell me. Hate to break up chapters.

Oh, well - on to other fic. And school starting. And trying to teach creationism and evolution in a Comp class without discussing religion . . .

Is it too late to join the foreign legion? Is there still such a thing?

mainly because Kass has put me on a tight leash and a deadline - which I am utterly thankful for.

Plus. I could just live in this world and that's not necessarily a good thing.

Plus, somebody somewhere has GOT to have a happy ending.

And so here is chapter six - out of seven.

and its partly LS's fault - I am nothing without her (well not exactly nothing, but parts of this would really suck . . .)

I will miss the boys, but I've got other boys who are feeling oh so neglected - they need some angst and some sex and some banter - and hey, they were here first . . . .

( Chapter 6 )

. . . someday it will stop. Swear.

Until then, here it is.
Its slashy
Its House/Wilson
It reminds me of an Aerosmith song.

LS is the co-pilot, steering me round commas and run-ons and downright bad badness. Send her ice.

( Chapter Five . . . )

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So I was on the radio the other day . . .

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