LttleDvl_writes

To Fic or Not to Fic?

2008-06-18T03:40:28Z

Looks more like not for me. There has just been so much crap going on these past months (which I won't divest here) that I just can't find the inspiration to write much of anything. So some things I have to turn loose.

Sky/Z for 30_kisses is one. I just submitted the drop request. It currently stands at 9 completed ficlets, and unfortunately that's where it'll stay. If anyone on the flist is inclined to write Sky/Z for this challenge, go for it I say!

I do have completed parts for the pr_au100 storylines I posted, those will be finished at some point, but I won't be adding any additional 'universes'. This also means I won't be writing the full 100 prompt goals. It was a nice idea while it lasted.

Various things posted on FF.net. Probably not going anywhere anytime soon. Honestly, I'm not even sure what I have over there any more.

pyramid_dares and the Bridge story is something I'd like to complete at some point. Just not sure when that will happen.

The B5/SPD crossover. That's what I'm going to attempt to focus on in the hopes I'll be able to fire my writing back up. We'll see how that plan goes.

In the coming next two weeks, I'll be kiddie free. Hopefully that will not only give me brackets of uninterrupted time but also bring down my stress levels. I think that's mainly why I have been unable to write. We'll see how that theory works out as well.

Wish I had better things to share with you all, but that's how it goes sometimes. *sigh*

Do you tailor your fic warnings to your specific fandoms?

2008-05-03T03:44:01Z

Let me clarify that question. How many of you write/play in more than one fandom? *raises hand* Have you noticed a difference in what is more 'acceptable' in those fandoms? *nods*

A while back, there were some interesting thoughts about warnings. Here's where things seem to get even more messy. What may pass through one fandom with no one blinking, may raise an eyebrow in another.

Let's look at Power Rangers. Slash is everywhere. (Let's face it, guys running around in spandex, that just screams to be slashed. ;) Since it's so common, a slash warning may or may not be included. And let's go one step further, if you grow accustomed to a particular readership (and they begin to know you) some things can be skipped.

'Skipped' isn't really the word I'm looking for here, but you probably get the idea. If you know the majority of your regular readers won't have a hang up about Bridge trying on Syd's shoes, you probably wouldn't bother to put a warning for that.

But if you find yourself in a fandom where it seems that even slash should be warned for, it gets a little more tricky. I've gotten to a point where half the time, I don't bother to warn for slash, though I do have a tag for it here.

I suppose it's more of being the new hatchling on the block and not knowing where the squicks are for a fandom. Should you start warning for every thing you think might trip someone up?

So what do you all think? Are there fandoms where slash and explicit material seems more common than in others? Do you adjust your warnings to better fit those fandoms?

30 Kisses Fic

2008-04-21T00:46:31Z

Title: The Truth Hurts
Author/Artist: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Pairing: Sky Tate/Z Delgado
Theme: #13 - excessive chain
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ; )
Summary: The team gets some shocking news and Z decides to have a heart-to-heart with one of her teammates...
Word Count: 1684

“Our powers are no big mystery. Face the facts; everyone one of us, especially you, is a freak of nature.”

Though she had brushed it off at the time, his comment had still stung. More than she really wanted to admit. It also angered her. How was she anymore of a freak than the rest of them? Sky had acted as if he was somehow better than them all. Which wasn’t an unusual habit for him, but this time, Z felt as if he’d gone a bit too far. She’d noticed the quick flash of hurt that had crossed both Syd and Bridge’s faces. How could he so blatantly and carelessly hurt his friends? The only two real friends that he’d known for years. If anything, his attitude towards them bothered her more than his remark about her.

She’d pushed it all aside of course, focusing on the more important matters. Like freeing those innocent people from Mora’s clutches. And helping Sam. To top it all off, they’d found out that their parents had worked for SPD, even Sam’s, and a freak lab accident had resulted in their powers. By the time the day ended; Z was tired, angry and no bit of confused. Why, why if SPD had known who she was and where she was, did they leave her out there? Without thinking about it, her hand rose to idly stroke the necklace Cruger had returned to her. The one that he’d held onto for all those years.

It made no sense, dammit! She and Jack had been left out on the streets for no good reason. Just like little Sam. They’d been lied to; all of them, even Sky, Syd and Bridge. A sour taste formed in her mouth at the thought of how many other things they’d possibly been lied to about. When it was all over, once Gruumm was defeated, she was going to get answers, one way or another. But first things first. She had a bone to pick with a certain Ranger.

She’d already scoped things out, and knew that Bridge was down working with Boom in one of the labs. That meant she’d have her intended target to herself, without fear of interruption. She steeled herself as she stood just outside the dorm room then gave a quick knock.

Sky glanced up from his manual as Z stepped in. He groaned inwardly. “Come to say ‘I told you so’?” he spoke sourly.

“Maybe,” she gave him a cold stare, “but if you weren’t such a blind fool, I wouldn’t have to tell you that.”

His jaw clenched in anger as he set his book aside and sat up on the bed. “I was not a fool, nor was I blind. If you’d just...”

“If I what Sky?” she snapped. “Listened to you? Accuse an innocent little boy of crimes when he wasn’t aware of what he was doing? Treat him like some kind of criminal because he was being used and manipulated? Fine sense of justice that is.”

“That’s not what I meant!” He took a deep breath before continuing. “You were right about Sam. For that, I’m sorry. But it still doesn’t absolve you of running off on your own. We’re a team, we work together as a team and we stick together as a team. Cruger should’ve given you a write-up for that.”

“A team, huh?” Z shot him a look full of ice, ignoring the remark about Cruger. “Some teammate you are. Being part of a team doesn’t include putting down your teammates, Sky.”

He gave her a blank look. “What? What are you talking about? I didn’t do any...”

“Bullcrap!” she cut him off. “This morning in the rec room. When you said we’re all freaks. Was that really called for?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. It’s true enough, though. Especially after what Cruger told us.”

“You’re such an arrogant ass. Okay, yes. We got our powers through some freakish accident. So what. That still doesn’t give you the right to call us freaks. Besides, by your own opinion, you’re just a big a freak as the rest of us.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he spoke quietly.

Z blinked. That wasn’t quite the reaction she was expecting. “Why Sky?” she asked just as softly. “Why would you even say that at all? Didn’t you see how it hurt Bridge and Syd when you said that? They’re supposed to be your friends, Sky. I’m supposed to be your friend. But how can we do that if you push us away?”

“I’m not pushing anyone away,” he remarked coldly. “I was just stating fact.”

A few ideas began to twirl together in Z’s mind. His attitude about being ‘freaks’. His dismissal of Sam and his powers. His reaction when Cruger had told them the truth. Perhaps he wasn’t lashing out at his teammates over their powers, but himself and his own. She began to wonder if he really resented what he was. Personally, she’d never thought about it much. Her powers, and Jack’s, had saved their butts a few times out on the street. In some ways, she’d been thankful for them. But for a little boy growing up in normal suburbia, it was probably less than welcome.

Even Sam’s reaction illustrated as much. But he at least had someone to look up to that wasn’t entirely unlike him. He had all of them. She’d had Jack. She didn’t know about Bridge and Syd, but she could guess that they’d probably grown up fairly alone. Bridge’s comment of ‘growing up different’ carried a heavy weight with it. For all of them.

“You don’t like having powers, do you?” she asked softly.

“What?” he blurted out. “What are you talking about? My powers are fine.”

Z took a chance and sat down on the edge of his bed, near his feet. “That’s just what you’d like me to believe isn’t it? Or perhaps you’re just trying to convince yourself. You really can’t stand being different, can you? Does it shake your firm belief of your own perfection? Is that why you have to push yourself to be perfect at everything else? Because there’s some little part of you that isn’t?”

“I don’t have to listen to this! You’re just making wild assumptions about things you know nothing about!” He jabbed a finger in her direction, and it didn’t escape her notice that it shook slightly. “I do what I do because I feel it’s necessary. I have standards, even if some people around here don’t!”

“The standard to be normal?” she shot back calmly.

He glared at her, daggers forming in his eyes. “Get. Out.”

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll report you. Say that you were present in my room, uninvited.”

“You told me to come in,” she remarked dryly.

“And now I’m telling you to get out.”

“You know, I don’t think you’re really angry at me. I think you’re angry at yourself.”

“Leave,” he growled.

“Or maybe you’re angry at SPD? Cruger? Because they’ve been hiding the truth from you.” She took a deep breath before pressing on, “Or maybe even you’re angry at your dad.”

“My dad had nothing to do with this!” he practically yelled at her. “He’d never keep anything like this secret. Not from me.”

“Sky, how old were you when he died? Seven, eight? How could a little boy understand what that information meant? Cruger was right about that much. It was only until we were old enough that we’d be able to understand why we never told.” It didn’t answer the why of a few other things, but that was neither here or there at the moment. Her focus on Sky was her current concern. “Would you have been able to handle it if he had told you? When you were so young?”

He let out a frustrated-sounding sigh. “No,” he spoke bitterly, “probably not.”

Z took a chance and lightly placed a hand on his arm. “I’m sure he would’ve told you if he were still here.”

“Maybe. But now...” he shook his head, “I just don’t know anymore.”

“Sucks to have your world crushed, doesn’t it?”

He gave her another trademark glare. “I never said that either.”

“You didn’t have to. Your reaction in the command center said plenty.”

“What are you, a psychoanalyst now?”

She shrugged, smirking slightly. “Only for tightwad, stubborn cadets.”

He rubbed a hand across his face briefly. “Can’t you ever not make sarcastic remarks?”

“That depends. Can you?”

Sky glanced back up at her, then sighed. “Okay, fine. I admit the ‘freak’ comment probably was a bit out of line. Sorry.”

“I suppose I should be used to it. I mean, back during school and all...” she gave him a curious gaze, “Sky, were you ever...you know. Picked on. Because of what you were?”

He nodded slowly, staring down at his hands which sat idly in his lap.

“I’m sorry. I think we all probably were in some form or another. But I think it’s about time that it stopped. Especially between the five of us. Sound like something you can handle?”

Still looking down, he nodded once more. “I suppose. I’ll try to keep it in mind at least.”

“Then there is hope for you yet.” She studied him for a moment as he continued to stare at his hands. Without really knowing or understanding why, she quickly leant forward and planted a quick kiss on the top of his head. Then just as quickly pulled back and bounded up off the bed.

“Remember what you said. About keeping it in mind. We’re not so different from each other, after all, Sky. And really, the rest of us are the only ones that can understand.” She turned briskly on a heel and strode out, leaving Sky to his thoughts.

After a few moments, he settled back on the bed and picked up his manual once more. But it didn’t hold the same meaning for him as it had just that very morning. He wondered if it ever would again.

To Warn or Not to Warn

2008-04-18T16:06:13Z

I've seen this discussion pop up elsewhere, but I'd like to know y'alls thoughts on this as well.

Character death; warning required?

Seems to have sparked quite a discussion.

I'm on the side of not warning. Especially if it spoils the whole fic. Any suspension or buildup is lost by warning for it. Take for example a certain Stargate Atlantis episode. Totally killed the episode for me since nobody in fandom could shut up about it. I really would have preferred not to know.

So what are your thoughts?

Bring back the 80s!

2008-04-13T20:43:28Z

I know a lot of you out there in flist land are a bit...ahem...young to remember the 80s very well, but I have to pass this along.

It's an 80s FicPic-alooza.!

It is open to all fandoms that were around or originated from 1980-1989. It also could have originated in the 70s, but if it was around during the 80s, it’s fair game.

'80s Bands' is also included, if you'd like to swing in that direction.

It is largely geared toward kink; the subtitle, The Golden Age of Kink, kind of gives that away, but not all entries have to be kinky. Gen is fine too.

This is hosted on InsaneJournal, not LiveJournal. I know there is a way to post to IJ using and LJ account, but I haven't quite got that figured out yet. ;) Even if you don't have an InsaneJournal, you can still pop in and check out the submissions. I'm sure the comm members won't mind.

Fanvids and icons are accepted as submissions. Yay! So even if you not inspired to write a fic, you can icon your old favorite shows. (That's assuming you have those old favs. God, I feel old now. Lol!

And yes, I'm totally doing some of this. Hah!

Oooh, fic!

2008-04-02T01:11:45Z

At long last.

And she's taking a nap. No wonder I haven't been able to write squat. Lazy bugger.

Oh and...*ahem*

Fool you!

(ain't I a stinker? ;)

Current count...

2008-03-25T06:08:43Z

Well, I did my typing of fic. I didn't quite make it to the end of the notebook as my eyeballs were ready to protest staring at iddy biddy words in chicken scratch. Boy, I have atrocious handwriting sometimes. *snerk*

There is still a bit of randomness to go through, but otherwise the massive brunt of the backlog is typed up.

The tally sheet:

Nine fics
6,009 words total
5 PRSPD
1 SPD/B5 chapter (whoo!)
3 A-Team (hey; where'd those come from ;)

Fics ready for posting:
Zero!

Outside of a double drabble, everything is still very much rough draft. (I bounced at the word count of 209 and thought that for *once* I could do an actual drabble. Okay, double drabble. Blah. So picky :) Especially the last couple of ones I typed I up. I made so many typos it was getting ridiculous. And we all know spell check is only going to catch but so much.

So now, a bit of chill time and then eventually bed. Yes I'm up at 2am, what of it. :P

I can have fic?

2008-03-24T17:15:35Z

Now that the worky bit is done, I've got some stuff hanging out in the notebook(s) that I'm planning to type up.

Hopefully it'll kick the muse's butt awake. *grumbles*

The one thing I noticed about my side job is that editing is really *not* conducive to writing. Especially with certain stories. Good Lord. It boggles me that this/these were submitted for eventual publication. I've seen better grammar skills in fanfic. Not to be dissin' fanfics, mind you. Just saying that one would think a 'professional author', one who has published before, would have more skill than that. At least I feel like I'm earning my pay. ;p

After spending days slogging through such stuff, it leaves me with no desire to want to do anything remotely associated with stories. Either reading or writing it. (hello tv veg time!) But now that they're sent off to my boss, hopefully I can do something worthwhile fic wise. I've been meaning to get this backlog typed up anyway...

Fluff!Battle!

2008-03-21T22:31:49Z

miss_zedem came up with the idea of a fluff!battle! as another way to respond to LJ's recent yada,yada,yada...anyway, that's beside the point.

The point *here* is to have comment ficlet wars. Fluff style! Sort of like a mini-round robin thing except all fluffy and snuggly. Just in time for Easter too! Goes well with those pastel colored peeps. Mmm, peeps! *chomps*

There are supposed to be prompts...but feel free to make your own. (or borrow from miss_zedem, she has some interesting ones there) Basically, write your ficlet, post a prompt at the end and see who takes it up from there.

Or post a new ficlet entirely if there isn't anything that suits your fancy.

All fandoms are welcome! Crossovers even! Get kinky! Oooh; speaking of kink, if you want to swing that direction, that's cool. Just put a rating and type of pairing (het/slash) in the comment subject line so people can pass it by if that's not their thing.

There were some rules originally, but hey! I say let anarchy rule! The only rule for this is ficlet war is !fluff! If you have to angst, make it happy angst! o_O Err...ok, let's not. Kinda defeats the purpose of angst, don't it? ;P

And as miss_zedem said, "It doesn't have to be all puppies and rainbows, just so long as we don't all want to slash our wrists at the end."

Hehehehe!

2008-03-17T04:19:17Z

So..I'm doing that rp thing right? And we got hit with freaky angel statues.

We succesfully beat them and brought people back from the past.
Cause for celebration time, right?

G'Kar celebrated too. And then celebrated some more.

Betcha he's gonna regret that come morning. Hee!

(yes; I am totally making my G'Kar drunk off of his spotted lil butt. lol!)

Insane Journal

2008-03-17T00:47:29Z

Way back months ago, I started an IJ. Just for a backup while LiveJournal was busy hacking, slicing and dicing folks' journals with joy and abandon.
~~hiya strikethrough 07!~~

I posted a few fics that I'd previously posted here. The idea was I'd post *all* fics there as a sort of archive, starting with the oldest first and working my way to current stuff...but alas, I didn't get very far with that. *sheepish look*

But it's still there and with LJ's 'newly improved, clear and concise' policies ~~*coughhackbullshitcoughcough*~~ I think I may be using it a bit more.

And...I've just now created another IJ...lttledvl. Wow, I'm so original ain't I?

Basically, the two of them will work much like my two LJs. One for fanfic/fandomness bits, lttledvl_writes and one for the typical, everyday (or not so much everyday :P) ramblings, lttledvl. That one currently is just as blank and squeaky clean like a newborn baby.

.... erm ....

Otay, newborns are not that clean at first. Not right after they come out. I know, I've seen 'em. I've done it. Twice!!

Anyway, you get the jist of it.

IJ - if you've got one, friend me there.

Not bailing out of the good ship ~~Titanic~~ LiveJournal just yet, but I like having the life raft *right there* in case its needed.

Fanfic; plageristic or not?

2008-03-16T02:51:39Z

icarusancalion has done a very good write-up on the difference between plagiarism and fanfic.

Fanfic can sometimes walk a very narrow tightrope, that question 'can fanfic be considered as original works or is it just copyright rip-offs?' becomes even more obscured when people plagerize. Whether it's a well-known published work or someone else's fanfic.

Go read Icarus's little ~~ok; not so little~~ essay.

The Hell, Microsoft?

2008-03-15T00:05:42Z

Is this supposed to be a document program or a freakin' webpage app? o_O

Offically, my opinion of this so far is... SUCKZ!!!

It really is too much centered on webpage/internet -- 'stuffs'. There are so many handy features *rolls eyes* to help you create whatever your heart may desire. Pay no mind to the fact that all of these features are handily brought to you by your ~~big brother watching you always~~ built-in and friendly Microsoft search ~~seek and destroy~~ function. So handy to have Word pull up ~~tell your firewall 'Hell NO!' to Word having net access~~ pre-fab templates for all kinds of documents. ~~cuz obviously, you have no brain and are incapable of creating anything on your own~~

I can haz Word 2003 back now?

NaNo never really stops

2008-03-09T14:34:45Z

junkfood_monkey wrote a very interesting and thoughtful article about NaNo. Why NaNoWriMo is not about writing

I recommend y'all read it, even if you didn't participate. Some very good and interesting points there.

Otay; I haz found new fandom. Hee!

2008-03-06T02:25:38Z

Title: For The Birds
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: A-Team
Pairing: Murdock/Face (non-slashy)
Rating: G
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ; )
Summary: Face must hate having to room with Murdock all the time...
Word count: 565

“Hey, Faceman!”

Face groaned and dumped a pillow over his head in response.

“Come on, man! Ya gotta check this one out! It’s a Chiriqui Yellowthroat. It only lives in some parts of Costa Rica and Panama. Now may be yur only chance ta see it! I tell ya Face, I’m sure glad Hannibal decided to take this job down here. Gets me tha chance to see birds that I otherwise wouldn’t be. Ain’t that great!”

“Yah,” came the muffled reply. “Just super.”

Without warning, the pillow was yanked away. Face groaned and squinted his eyes shut against the piercing beams of sunlight that seemed determined to bore their way into his brain.

“Faaaaace.” Murdock sing-songed at him. “You can’t stay lyin’ about in bed all day. We’s got work ta do! Might as well git up.”

“Murdock.” Face dared to crack one eye open, glaring for all he was worth while using just one eye. “It’s not even full dawn yet. You’ve been up all night bird watching.” He popped his other eye open and sat up slightly in the bed. “Look, I can appreciate your new hobby. Really, I can. But could you please spare me the running commentary? And the sample bird calls? I can hear them well enough on my own, thanks.”

“But I’m jus’ tryin’ to educate you on the aviarial populace of Central America. Help further your cultural acumen. There are so many rare and unusual species down here.”

And there was a rare and unusual species of a different sort leaning over the bed looking down at Face. He groaned once more. “I appreciate that, Murdock. But honestly? Sleep is my main concern right now. If I’m lucky, I can get a few more hours in before...”

A loud banging on the door cut him off mid-sentence.

Murdock bounded up and pulled the door open. He stood up straighter and nodded slightly. “Mornin’ Colonel.”

“Morning Murdock.” Hannibal peered around him to spy Face still lying in the bed. “Well. Nice to see at least one of you is up.”

“Up?” Face grumbled. “He never even went to bed! He’s been up all night watching birds. Keeping me up all night in the process.”

“No rest for the weary, Lieutenant.” Hannibal smirked. “Besides, everyone needs a hobby.”

“That’s exactly whut mah therapist said! A ‘relaxing, peaceful hobby’. Been plenty relaxin’ so far.” Murdock grinned dementedly, rocking slightly on his heels.

Face frowned. “Except that it’s supposed to be a ‘quiet hobby’. Not warbling out the encyclopedic descriptions of every bird that gets spotted!”

“Warblers!” Murdock spun and waggled a finger in Face’s direction. “See? I told you; that Yellowthroat out there is just that! A warbler! A classification of bird that...”

“Murdock.” Hannibal cut in “That’s fascinating. But now we have work to do.” He glanced back at the bed once more. “Do me a favor. Pull Face outta bed and then you guys meet me and BA outside in 15.”

“You got it, Colonel.” Murdock gave a sharp salute.

Face flopped back down and groaned as soon as Hannibal departed.

“None of that, Faceman. You heard the Colonel. Up and at ‘em!”

Murdock snapped the blinds wide open, making Face wince as full sunlight attacked him. “Damn therapists,” he muttered. Next visit to the VA, Face was going to find out who Murdock’s therapist was. And shoot them.

A/N: The Chiriqui Yellowthroat. Jus' in case yur intrest'd. ;p

March; the merry month of ficlets!

2008-03-05T11:53:53Z

Ficlet-thon!

Go there! You know you want to!

This pimp job brought to you by kikos_ai and the letter O.
(you thought I was going to say M, didn't you? :D )

lttledvl_writes @ 2008-03-01T15:52:00

2008-03-01T20:57:45Z

I'm going on a bit of a hiatus.

No; I don't feel like going into details just now. I have changed a lot of my posts to private. As it was the better alternative to wiping out my entire lj. (and believe me, it was tempting)

I dunno when I'll be back full time. Could be weeks, could be months. Right now, I simply don't know.

KIRI!!!!!

2008-02-28T05:17:39Z

(yes i'm late *pouts* would've posted sooner, but ~~i had a project to do~~ my son had a school assignment to do.)

I write. You write. He, she or it writes. Wait; what??

2008-02-27T02:57:54Z

Fanfic writers everywhere (or it seems like everywhere, at least on my flist) are all doing that 'fanfic/writing meme'. So of course, I just *had* to do it too.

1. How about a brief introduction?
LttleDvl is my pen name. It also happens to be my internet nick/screen/username for just about every website/forum/chat/im that I’ve ever been to. (hey; I’m nothing if not consistent ;)

Chances are if you’ve ever seen LttleDvl anywhere on a fic, no matter the archive/webpage, it’ll be me.

2. What got you into fanfiction?
A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away I found a little forum and met some interesting scifigeekynerds. We started im and chatting with each other. Someone mentioned that they’d just finished reading a good fic which prompted me to ask what a fic was.

The rest is history.

3. What kind of fanfiction do you write?
Primarily, Power Rangers SPD. I may toy with some Mystic Force and who knows; possibly Jungle Fury at some point too. (though neither of those will happen until I watch more of the series)

I also sometimes write Stargate Atlantis and have whipped out some shorty Babylon 5 here and there. I have a strong feeling that I will soon be writing for yet another small fandom, and no, I ain’t gonna tell you what it is yet. ;P

4. Do you write for the same pairings/characters?
I like to mix them up, though I do tend to run through stages. For a while, it was chunks of Bridge/Z, now I’m doing more Sky/Z. I think it is just a habit of mine to ‘bounce around’. I like exploring how the characters interact, and by placing them in different pairings, I can explore that interaction further.

5. What is your most popular fic and why do you think people like it so?
Oh good grief, I have absolutely no clue what is considered my most popular fic. Interestingly, I do not have a large amount of long, expansive chapter fics. Most of mine tend to be stand-alone, short ficlets. It’s hard to judge which is the most ‘popular’ of that assortment.

6. Forget other people; what is the fanfic/post/prompt you've written that you're most proud of?
That’s a tough call, and I’m not sure I can pick just one. I like ‘It’s Not Easy Being A Leader’. The discussion between Jack and Sky about making one of the toughest calls of all, sending your friends into combat, really meant something to me. Possibly because it’s not just fictional character angst, but something real that some people have to do every day.

‘Last Kiss’ is one that I’m immensely proud of. Yes, I killed him off; yes, I know not everyone likes deathfic, but I think what I like about it isn’t so much the content itself, but the context in which I did it. Not once in the story did I use the word death, die, dead or any other form of death. Never said it was about a funeral either. It was the scene itself that clued the reader into what was going on. And really, it wasn’t so much about the character death itself, but the loss of love and the retrospection of that love. In fact, there was no character speech at all, something that isn’t often seen with fics, I think. That also is what endears me to this particular story.

7. Do you find writing easy? Hard? What aspects do you struggle with?
Sometimes its easy, sometimes not. It largely depends on my mood. There are times where I just can’t seem to get anything written at all. Then there are those times where I’m so flooded by plotbunnies that I swear I’m drowning in them. (honestly, I think they all just hang out in the corner and do what rabbits are most famous for. making more bunnies! lol!)

What aspect do I struggle with? That’s easy; battle/fight scenes. I can’t write them worth a shit. I know; I’ve tried. The result tends to be painful. So instead of trying to write them, I avoid them all together. I either gloss over the fight or start a story *after* the big fight has ended. Convenient, no?

8. Write a few sentences of your favorite pairing or character.
I hate having to pick favorites. I suck so badly at it. My favorites of anything can (and does) change with frequency. Or at least semi-frequency. Personally, I also have a hard time placing the importance of one thing over another. It’s no wonder I’m so wishy-washy. hee! But ok; since you asked, I’ll at least try...something.

Bridge makes a most excellent woobie. Probably because he has that whole ‘I canz red yur thoughts. I canz sees yur feelinz.’ So much potential to beat his cute little butt with. He’s soft and squishable. And that makes him fun to angst on. But Sky also has a great deal of potential too. If anything, I see him as more emo-boy than Bridgey. Bridge gets dumped on by others a lot. Sky dumps on himself. What a nice angst toy that is! No assembly required, I can angst all by myself in a fic, thanks.

9. Are there any fan fiction trends/clichés you hate/dislike?
Funny you should ask, I did explore the fic pet peeves some while back. There was some interesting discussions there and I think the main thing that came out of it, is that it’s not so much a particular fic trend/scenario, as it is the context in which its presented. It really comes down to how well a writer can pull it off. All in all, I’m pretty open.

Oh, that is except for RPF/RPS. Those I cannot stand. *shudders*

10. Are you guilty of any of the trends you hate?
I’ve written a MarySue (once even *quite* deliberately), had Syd working to become a minor baby factory and quashed two fandoms together simply because I thought it would be amusing. (really; who *doesn’t* want to see Bridge and Rodney run verbal circles round each other? *snerk*)

11. What was the first fandom you wrote for? Do you still write for it?
Stargate Atlantis is the first fandom I ever put out fanfic for. Truthfully however, it is not the very first I ever wrote for. That honor goes to Mercedes Lackey’s Heralds of Valedmar series and a story I wrote out on a legal pad about 10 years ago. Before I had any clue what fanfiction was. I still have that story, dunno what to do with it.

12. Name your OTPs and explain what it is about them you love to write.
Much as I stated in question 4, I tend to shift my trends fairly often. There is a tender place in my heart for Bridge/Z, but I am liking the Sky/Z I’m doing now. And Bridge/Sky are so lovey-dovey together. Jack/Sky is just plain hotness.

Boom love! Let’s not forget everyone’s beloved, dorky tech guy. Simply adorkable and shippable with just about anyone. :D

13. What would you call your writing style?
Uh...mine? *hee* Honestly, I have no fraggin’ clue as to what the question is asking. What do you mean by ‘style’? Is there a particular manner/way of writing I do all the time? Is there some supersekrit formulaic pattern I’ve been following completely unbeknownst to me?? I can’t describe *how* I write, I just know that I do. And that’s good enough for me.

14. Do you read other people's writing? If so, what do you find yourself reading the most?
Heck yes I do! I like writing, but I enjoy reading too. Helps keep my own creative juices flowing, ya know?

I find myself mainly reading the flist. Unless I stumble across another fandom and going seeking fanfic for that. Which...also tends to be on livejournal. Seeing a trend here?

15. Name one thing you'd love to write but have been too afraid or too shy to do.
I think I’m still working up to the true smutty femslash fic. I haven’t done much fic-wise yet, other than to have the gals smooching. I don’t know why, but it seems harder to write femslash than guyslash.

16. Do you feel uncomfortable taking criticism? Or worse, do you have the dreaded bloated ego?
Please give me criticism! How else am I going to improve my writing if I don’t know where I need improvement? That’s not to say I want to be flamed, mind you. There *is* a difference between blatant flames and constructive crits. If you don’t like something I’ve written, tell me *why* you don’t like it. Either the writing was poor, the plot was weak or the character interaction did not flow well. Just don’t tell me ‘this sucked massive balls!’ without being able to back up your claim. Otherwise, I may poke you with a large stick. ;P

My ego is only bloated on the second Sunday after the Great Pumpkin orgtasticreverly takes place. I’m sure I have some sort of ego. But do I think I’m hot shit because I write fanfic? No. But once I write that best-selling, award-winning, multi-million dollar-earning novel, *then* I will be hot shit. Lol!

17. When you write, is there anything that helps?
My writing is most helped when the kids are in bed.

18. What inspires you?
A little pixiefairy muse-like creature who likes to torment me. In exchange for such abuse, I give her chocolate.

19. Lastly, how would you sum up your fanfiction experiences and you as a writer?
My experiences? Uhm...ff.net sucks amass? Yes, I have stuff there too. Most of it I cringe at. I *could* just delete the things I think are crappy, but it does give me a benchmark of where I’m at now. And also serves as a reminder of what *not* to do.

I think I’m more of a sprint writer than a marathon one. As in, I seem to do better with short shot stories vs. long multi-chapters. (let’s ignore the fact that I’m writing one now, shall we) I think it is because I am semi-fickle. That and I have the attention span of a gnat. Well, not really. It’s more that I can become easily bored with something. This is why I think I play in other fandoms on occasion. It keeps me from getting too bored with just the one. And probably why I ship and slash a few different pairings. Helps keep the boredom bug at bay.

stolen meme

2008-02-19T20:23:50Z

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind how great you are.

I know, it's not the one currently going around - not sure if I'll do that one, really. I never seem to get a response to those 'ask me things' memes. *shrugs*

Shadows of the Mind; chapter 2

2008-02-17T15:51:45Z

Chapter 2: A Minor Altercation
Author: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD/Babylon 5
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I own no part of Babylon 5, SPD or the characters. I just like to play with them.
Word count: 845

Lieutenant 1st Class Sydney Drew stood in the doorway of her small, far too small office, and rolled her eyes as another shouting matched erupted. One of the things she hated about her job was dealing with stubborn, hardheaded people. Which is why she preferred the usual acquiescence of the Earthdome command ranks instead of the arrogant fighter pilots and boisterous security personnel.

"Enough!" She snapped curtly, cutting across the yelling and making both people standing before her turn sharply to face her; effectively shutting them both up.

Lieutenant Schulyer Tate glared at her sullenly while Security Officer Elizabeth Delgado crossed her arms over her chest and huffed. Syd could feel a headache building just behind her eyes. Instead of rubbing at her aching temples, she settled for glaring at the twin sources of her irritation.

"Remind me again," she spoke smoothly, almost dangerously, "Why exactly are you two here?"

Instantly, both parties started talking at once, angry words flying as fingers and hands pointed wildly accusing at each other. It all blurred together in a teeming whirlwind of curses and insults that Syd couldn't even begin to make heads or tails of.

"Knock it off already!" She put her hands on her hips, elbows jutting out like spears as she sent dagger-filled glares at the two. Silence immediately followed. "Better. You," Syd pointed at Delgado, "tell me what the problem is."

Sky wrinkled his face in disgust but remained blissfully silent as Delgado began speaking.

"I am trying to conduct an investigation. As I was told to do." She shot an aggrieved glance at Tate, who rolled his eyes in response. "But this -- man," Z spoke the word as if it were something truly vile and foul-tasting, "decided to stick his nose in where it doesn't belong and nearly ruins my case!"

"Because you're wrong," he angrily spat. "Dru Harrington would never commit suicide like you're suggesting. It had to be something else."

Z let out a frustrated sigh and turned resolutely towards Syd.

"Then what do you propose happened to Officer Harrington, Lt. Tate?" Syd asked coolly.

Tate shook his head, earning him another eye roll from Delgado. "I don't know. Perhaps it was an accident that..."

"No," Z sharply cut him off. "There is no evidence to support your theory and what's more..."

"Dru did not kill himself!" Sky shouted, voice echoing impossibly loud in the small corridor space.

"Lt. Tate," Syd spoke coldly, "I'm going to have to ask you to restrain yourself. This does not need to conducted by way of screaming match. Do it again and I'll be writing you up for insubordination."

Sky clenched his jaw, anger clearly etched upon his face. "Yes, ma'am," he replied crisply.

"And you," she rounded on Delgado, sticking an admonishing her in her face. "Interrupt again and you'll be receiving a write-up as well." Z only nodded her acknowledgement before Syd turned back to Sky. "Now Lt., perhaps you'd like to enlighten me as to why you think this."

Something briefly flashed in Sky's expression, but it was gone before Syd could analyze it. "Dru was my friend," he spoke quietly. "My best friend. He wasn't suicidal. He loved life more than anyone I've ever known." He shook his head briefly. "There's no way he'd kill himself, I know he wouldn’t. It's simply unthinkable. There has to be some other explanation."

Syd sighed hugely, wracking her brain for some way she could work this out. And much more importantly, get these people out of her hair. She really hated dealing with lower-ranking staff sometimes. "I see. Officer Delgado," Z snapped her head around at the mention of her name, "Is there any indications, even remotely minuscule, that would indicate an accident of sorts?"

Z shook her head, "No. There was nothing. Just the body where we found it. It was..."

Syd held up a hand. "No need to go into particulars at this stage, thank you." Besides, she'd just eaten lunch and she had a surprisingly weak stomach for such things. "What about an autopsy? Has one been performed?"

"Not yet. We did order one, but MedLab hasn't had a chance to take care of it." She shrugged, "Said they were a little short-staffed."

"Very well. Then we'll table this for now pending the results of the autopsy. In the meantime," Syd glared at both people, "I highly suggest you avoid each other. If I get another call about two of the station's personnel having a cursing match in the middle of the Zocolo, I'll throw both offenders in the brig. Is that clear?"

"Crystal," Z replied, shooting an icy glare at Tate.

"Understood ma'am." Sky replied tartly, patently ignoring the woman who stood next to him.

“Then you’re dismissed.” Syd watched as they both turned on their heels and stalked off, purposely in opposite directions down the corridor. Syd let out a huge rush of air as soon as they were out of eyeshot. "I hate people somedays." She glanced up briefly at the empty pace above her. "Why me?"

PR_AU100 fic

2008-02-17T15:07:16Z

Title: Something Deeper Lurks
Fandom: SPD
Pairing: Bridge/Boom
Prompt: #4 - First
Rating: T+
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ;)
Summary/Warnings: A start of a new job. And perhaps the start of something else?
Word Count: 697

Boom had been excited when he got the letter stating that the university had accepted his application. The idea of working at the college had him thrilled, but now, the morning of the big day, he was reduced to a jumble of nerves. Teaching a class seemed like a great idea on the surface, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be up for handling college freshmen whose primary interests consisted of drunken parties and getting laid.

Nervously fidgeting as he waited for the cafeteria clerk to bring his coffee order, he was unaware that he was tapping his fingers on the countertop. Practically vibrating with tension, he wasn’t paying attention to much of anything when a voice suddenly cut across his reality.

“First day, huh?”

“Huh? What?” He spun quickly to find himself face-to-face with a youngish looking-man, short messy brown hair, with ice blue eyes that sparkled at him from behind wire rimmed glasses. “Oh, uh yah. First day.”

The man smirked, “Don’t worry; it gets easier as you go along. The students aren’t going to eat you. Much.”

“Gee, thanks.” Boom replied sarcastically, finally getting his order and shifting his way down so the other guy could get his morning java as well.

“Welcome. You’re Professor...” he trailed off, waiting expectantly for his companion to fill in the blank.

“Oliver Boom,” Boom replied sticking out his hand. He was mildly surprised to discover that the other man had a firm grip despite his slightly small stature. “But my friends call me Boom, never cared for Oliver that much.”

“Boom it is then. Name’s Bridge. Dr. Carson.”

Boom nearly dropped his coffee in recognition and all but gaped at the other man. “You’re Doctor Carson? The scientific and computer genius?”

Bridge smirked a little and rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m him all right. Or it’s me, rather,” he shrugged, “Not really a big deal.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to wig out on you. I’m sure you get that a lot and it must be annoying after a while.”

Bridge gave him a sidelong glance as he paid for his coffee and turned away from the cafeteria line. “Not really. Being a genius doesn’t exactly get you high up on the popularity charts.”

“Well, either way, I’m still impressed. I read all your articles on robotics,” Boom shook his head briefly in awe. “Awesome stuff.”

Bridge quirked an eyebrow at him. “Thanks, it was just something I had a passing interest in. So,” he maneuvered them out of the flow of traffic and into a corner near the hallway, “What department are you in?”

“Computers and technology, robotics specifically.”

Bridge laughed outright. “Should’ve seen it coming, eh? Then I’ll guess I’ll be seeing you around since I work in the same department. Actually,” he paused briefly, “I’m the Dean of the Department.”

“Oh. Right.” Boom had remembered seeing that on the numerous forms he’d filled out, but it had escaped his memory, pushed out of the way by a severe case of the jitters. “So uh...you’d be my boss then.”

“Yah, I guess so,” Bridge replied quietly. “But I don’t like to think of being other people’s boss, I prefer friends. Think we can manage that?”

“Sure!”

“Great, then I’ll see you later. I believe we have an appointment at 1’o clock. I’m supposed to familiarize you with the college and the department. Nice to meet you.” He began to walk away, then turned and waved once, “Oh, and I’m supposed to assign you an office too. See ya!”

“Yah, sure!” Boom replied. He stood in the corridor for a moment watching the figure until it was gone from sight. Bridge Carson, genius extraordinaire and I’m going to be working with him! Boom could hardly contain his glee as he began to make his way to his first class, all case of nerves wiped out, replaced by a giddiness he couldn’t describe. Oh, the things they could talk about! Boom was in near ecstasy at the thought of dissecting theorums of quantum physics and astronomical equations. And for some reason, he couldn’t get the image of pair of stunning ice blue eyes out of his mind....

(a little birdie told me that kikos_ai needed some ficness, so here it is.)

Happy Valentine's Day!!!!

2008-02-14T17:20:49Z

lttledvl_writes @ 2008-02-08T11:23:00

2008-02-08T16:30:50Z

The Way We Are (Power Rangers SPD, Sky Tate/Z Delgado, #2)

Title: The Way We Are
Author/Artist: LttleDvl
Fandom: Power Rangers SPD
Pairing: Sky/Z
Theme: #2 – news; letter
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine, I just like to romp them through my own personal playground. ; )
Summary: The Rangers learn of the true origin of their powers. One of them takes it pretty hard...
Word Count: 1684

“Our powers are no big mystery. Face the facts; everyone one of us, especially you, is a freak of nature.”

Though she brushed it off at the time, his comment still stung. More than she really wanted to admit. It also angered her. How was she anymore of a freak than the rest of them? Sky had acted as if he was somehow better than them all. Which wasn’t an unusual habit for him, but this time, Z felt as if he’d gone a bit too far. She’d noticed the quick flash of hurt that had crossed both Syd and Bridge’s faces. How could he so blatantly and carelessly hurt his friends? The only two real friends that he’d known for years. If anything, his attitude towards them bothered her more than his remark about her.

She’d pushed it all aside of course, focusing on the more important matters. Like freeing those innocent people from Mora’s clutches. And helping Sam. To top it all off, they’d found out that their parents had worked for SPD, even Sam’s, and a freak lab accident had resulted in their powers. By the time the day ended; Z was tired, angry and no bit of confused. Why, why if SPD had known who she was and where she was, did they leave her out there? Without thinking about it, her hand rose to idly stroke the necklace Cruger had returned to her. The one that he’d held onto for all those years.

It made no sense, dammit! She and Jack had been left out on the streets for no good reason. Just like little Sam. They’d been lied to; all of them, even Sky, Syd and Bridge. A sour taste formed in her mouth at the thought of how many other things they’d possibly been lied to about as well. When it was all over, once Gruumm was defeated, she was going to get answers, one way or another. But first things first. She had a bone to pick with a certain someone.

She’d already scoped things out, and knew that Bridge was down working with Boom in one of the labs. That meant she’d have her intended target to herself, without fear of interruption. She steeled herself as she stood just outside the dorm room then gave a quick knock.

Sky glanced up from his manual as Z stepped. He groaned inwardly. “Come to say ‘I told you so’?” he spoke sourly.

“Maybe,” she gave him a cold stare, “but if you weren’t such a blind fool, I wouldn’t have to tell you that.”

His jaw clenched in anger as he set his book aside and sat up on the bed. “I was not a fool, nor was I blind. If you’d just...”

“If I what Sky?” she snapped. “Listened to you? Accuse an innocent little boy of crimes when he wasn’t aware of what he was doing? Treat him like some kind of criminal because he was being used and manipulated? Fine sense of justice that is.”

“That’s not what I meant!” He took a deep breath before continuing. “You were right about Sam. For that, I’m sorry. But it still doesn’t absolve you of running off on your own. We’re a team, we work together as a team and we stick together as a team. Cruger should’ve given you a write-up for that.”

“A team, huh?” Z shot him a look full of ice, ignoring the remark about Cruger. “Some teammate you are. Being part of a team doesn’t include putting down your teammates, Sky.”

He gave her a blank look. “What? What are you talking about? I didn’t do any...”

“Bullcrap!” she cut him off. “This morning in the rec room. When you called us all freaks. Was that really called for?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. It’s true enough, though. Especially after what Cruger told us.”

“You’re such an arrogant ass. Okay, yes. We got our powers through some freakish accident. So what. That still doesn’t give you the right to call us freaks. Besides, by your own opinion, you’re just a big a freak as the rest of us.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he spoke quietly.

Z blinked. That wasn’t quite the reaction she was expecting. “Why Sky?” she asked just as softly. “Why would you even say that at all? Didn’t you see how it hurt Bridge and Syd when you said that? They’re supposed to be your friends, Sky. I’m supposed to be your friend. But how can we do that if you push us away?”

“I’m not pushing anyone away,” he remarked coldly. “I was just stating fact.”

A few ideas began to twirl together in Z’s mind. His attitude about being ‘freaks’. His dismissal of Sam and his powers. His reaction when Cruger had told them the truth. Perhaps he wasn’t lashing out at his teammates over their powers, but himself and his own. She began to wonder if he really resented what he was. Personally, she’d never thought about it much. Her powers, and Jack’s, had saved their butts a few times out on the street. In some ways, she’d been thankful for them. But for a little boy growing up in normal suburbia, it was probably a less than welcome thing.

Even Sam’s reaction illustrated as much. But now, he at least had someone to look up to that wasn’t entirely unlike him. He had all of them. She’d had Jack. She didn’t know about Bridge and Syd, but she could guess that they’d probably grown up fairly alone. Bridge’s comment of ‘growing up different’ carried a heavy weight with it. For all of them.

“You don’t like having powers, do you?” she asked softly.

“What?” he blurted out. “What are you talking about? My powers are fine.”

Z took a chance and sat down on the edge of his bed, near his legs. “That’s just what you’d like me to believe isn’t? Or perhaps you’re just trying to convince yourself. You really can’t stand being different, can you? Does it shake your firm belief of your own perfection? Is that why you have to push yourself to be perfect at everything else? Because there’s some little part of you that isn’t?”

“I don’t have to listen to this! You’re just making wild assumptions about things you know nothing about!” He jabbed a finger in her direction, and it didn’t escape her notice that it shook slightly. “I do what I do because I feel it’s necessary. I have standards, even if some people around here don’t!”

“The standard to be normal?” she shot back calmly.

He glared at her, daggers forming in his eyes. “Get. Out.”

“What if I say no?”

“Then I’ll report you. Say that you were present in my room, uninvited.”

“You told me to come in,” she remarked dryly.

“And now I’m telling you to get out.”

“You know, I don’t think you’re really angry at me. I think you’re angry at yourself.”

“Leave,” he growled.

“Or maybe you’re angry at SPD? Cruger? Because they’ve been hiding the truth from you.” She took a deep breath before pressing on, “Or maybe even you’re angry at your dad.”

“My dad had nothing to do with this!” he practically yelled at her. “He’d never keep anything like this secret. Not from me.”

“Sky, how old were you when he died? Seven, eight? How would a little boy understand what that information meant? Cruger was right about that much. It was only until we were old enough that we’d be able to understand.” It didn’t answer the why of a few other things, but that was neither here or there at the moment. Her focus on Sky was her current concern. “Would you have been able to handle it if he had told you? When you were so young?”

He let out a frustrated-sounding sigh. “No,” he spoke bitterly, “probably not.”

Z took a chance and lightly placed a hand on his arm. “I’m sure he would’ve told you if he were still here.”

“Maybe. But now...” he shook his head, “I just don’t know anymore.”

“Sucks to have your world crushed, doesn’t it?”

He gave her another trademark glare. “I never said that either.”

“You didn’t have to. Your reaction in the command center said plenty.”

“What are you, a psychoanalyst now?”

She shrugged, smirking slightly. “Only for tightwad, stubborn cadets.”

He rubbed a hand across his face briefly. “Can’t you ever not make sarcastic remarks?”

“That depends. Can you?”

Sky glanced back up at her, then sighed. “Okay, fine. I admit the ‘freak’ comment probably was a bit out of line. Sorry.”

“I suppose I should be used to it. I mean, back during school and all...” she gave him a curious gaze, “Sky, were you ever...you know. Picked on. Because of what you were?”

He nodded slowly, staring down at his hands which sat idly in his lap.

“I’m sorry. I think we all probably were in some form or another. But I think it’s about time that it stopped. Especially between the five of us. Sound like something you can handle?”

Still looking down, he nodded once more. “I suppose. I’ll try to keep it in mind at least.”

“Then there is hope for you yet.” Z studied him for a moment as he continued to stare at his hands. Without really knowing or understanding why, she quickly leant forward and planted a quick kiss on the top of his head. She pulled back just as quickly and bounded up off the bed.

“Remember what you said. About keeping it in mind. We’re not so different from each other, after all, Sky. And really, the rest of us are the only ones that can understand what it’s like.” She turned briskly on a heel and strode out, leaving Sky to his thoughts.

After a few moments, he settled back on the bed and picked up his manual once more. But it didn’t hold the same meaning for him as it had just that very morning. He wondered if it ever would again.

SPD, Meta!

2008-02-05T15:38:12Z

So, I started working on a fic. (see KK? proof positive that I won't diss fic writing for the rp. hee! ;)

At any rate, as I was writing, I went back and re-watched part of ‘Sam’ just to remind myself of certain happenings in the show. (because I like to check things when referencing canon events) Specifically, I was looking at Bridge and Syd in part one, and Sky in part two. Gauging their various reactions. And while yes, we can see a bit of reaction in both Syd and Bridge at Sky’s ‘freak’ comment, what was more interesting was his reaction when Cruger tells them about their parents and the accident. Everyone one of them has various looks of shock and surprise, but Sky looks truly crushed. Like something seriously broke for him.

Also interesting is when they move around the command console to stand in front of Cruger as he retells the story of the accident. Everyone else simply goes without much thought. Sky however, hangs back and takes his time getting there. Shuffling, if you well, almost as if he’s forcefully dragging himself. He doesn’t even bother to look at Cruger any more. He simply stands off to the side, leaning against the console, arms crossed as he stares at the floor. The reason for this reaction could be caused by any number of things.

Obviously, he knew his father worked at SPD. But he probably never thought of him working in any capacity other than Red Ranger. Like on the technology. Or perhaps it was his mother - the show never specifically tells us which parents were present at the time. And during the flashback scene, there are clearly less than twelve people in the lab, thus implying that not both parents of each Ranger were there. (And I say twelve because of Sam.)

Perhaps he’s crushed by the knowledge that SPD kept this information hidden from them. Or that his parents never told him. Cruger does say ‘we kept this knowledge secret’ without elaborating as to whom ‘we’ includes. One could assume that their parents would’ve known. Seriously, how likely would it be for a parent not to notice their kid walking through a wall? Or throwing out force fields?

Maybe the fact that his powers were the result of an accident makes him feel even more of a freak? Or does he start to think that perhaps Bridge and Z’s earlier theories imply something more? It’s fairly obvious at this point, that they were all brought together for a reason. And knowing that now, but not being told about it, perhaps he felt as if he’d been used? Or betrayed? SPD means something very different to Sky than to the others; if we use his dedication and sense of duty as an example. That SPD would willingly withhold such information for so long has got to impact that firm idealistic view he holds.

At any rate, no matter how you look at it, or what you read into it, one thing is clear. Sky was not happy by any stretch of the imagination at this news. Interesting indeed.

Thoughts? Ideas? What do you all think?

(as a side note; the fic that spawned this train of thought will likely be posted tonight;)