am i under arrest, or should i guess some more?

Okay, so in lieu of responding to much feedback (sorry, y'all! I will get to it -- your kindness re: AlphaCen is somewhat overwhelming!), I'm in the mood to be self-indulgent. Hey, it's a new year (for those of us who date from Nov. 1)! Let's just call it...self-reflection.

The game is this: remind me of one of my stories, and then ask me what happens after the credits roll at the end. (You can ask about AlphaCen, but you'll only be throwing your vote away: I don't know yet. Dude, I don't even know how Shep & Ronon get off the hive ship!)

Because I suck at website things and therefore avoid them like the Black Death, my website hasn't been updated since...the Black Plague. Nonetheless, there are many stories there. Some of them have fucked-up formats, but those are re-printed in the memories section of this journal. For your convenience, a few more links to stories too recent to have been appropriately archived:

2004 retrospective, including some popslash and some due South
The Fortune-Teller (Serenity/BtVS, Kaylee/Tara)
Lexicon (Sentinel h/c)
and heck, feel free to ask about Betty Plotnick stories, too.