Zine stories:

'A Relative to Truth' - a Man from UNCLE slash story, published in the zine 'Relative Secrecy 10' for MediaWest 2007 and available on this website in June 2008. What is it that makes a man who he is?

The two of them bustled through Security in a matter of minutes, Illya a silent presence beside him. Napoleon was glad he'd been to this particular office before, so he knew the location of the sound-proofed conference room and headed there relentlessly. Once inside, he found himself under scrutiny once more and leaned back against the door as if to reassure himself they wouldn't be interrupted.

"So," Illya said. "I have been more than patient with this charade. I demand to know what is going on."

"You're pretty insistent for a guy with no weapons," Napoleon said, raising his hands when Illya took a step towards him at that comment. "Just kidding. Keep your hair on, tovarisch. I'll tell you what I know."

'Aftermath' - a Stargate SG-1 gen story, published in the zine Ancients Gate 14 and due on this website in May 2008.

Daniel closed his eyes, just the thought of a memorial service enough to drain away the anger he'd felt only moments before. Kawalsky's service was fresh in his mind, the seried ranks of dress blues, somber faces as the last post had been played. He couldn't do this for Jack, no matter what - he couldn't stand there and tell them about Jack. That was private, personal, not a matter to be shared with people whose only contact with Jack O'Neill had been passing him in the SGC hallway.

He couldn't tell them what they wanted to know. He didn't know what they wanted to hear, what the acceptable truth was about someone he'd come to consider his closest friend. That was more than he was able to give them, even if they were probably right.

'Benedictus' - a novel length Stargate SG-1 slash story, published by Ashton Press for MediaWest 2007. This AU novel won't be online till June 2009, I'm afraid.

The alarm going off startled Jack awake, made him flail for the offending clock with every intention of throwing it across the room. Or that would have been the movement, if he'd been alone in his bed, and if there hadn't been a naked professor of archaeology sprawled across him. Daniel was half-awake, blinking sleepily at the fact Jack was moving at all, and Jack suddenly remembered just what had happened between them the previous night. It had all snowballed unexpectedly, from a casual gesture in response to the assistance Daniel had given him to get in here.

And damn, it had been good, better than anything he'd done in a long time. Not that Jack was exactly cutting notches in his bedposts by any stretch of the imagination, so that probably helped, but it had still been memorable.

"What time is it?" Daniel asked, still sprawled. Well, apparently part of him was working, if not his brain or the rest of him. Jack craned his neck to look at the clock. "Tell me it's not stupidly early."

"It's not." Jack let his head drop back on the pillow, wondering how long the calm before the storm would last. He knew better than to expect Daniel, or anyone, could take everything quite as calmly as he seemed to be doing at the moment and could only blame it on the fact he wasn't fully awake yet. "It's oh five thirty."

Daniel made an incoherent noise. Jack didn't even bother to try and figure out what it meant, or to think about why he'd thought it would be a good idea to set the alarm for that time. What had he planned to do? The plane wasn't leaving for a good four hours, it was an hour's drive from his house to Peterson, and unless he was planning to whip up a three-course breakfast for his houseguest he couldn't remember just what had possessed him.

Stuff I'm working on at the moment includes:

An as-yet-untitled Man from UNCLE story, in which Illya Kuryakin has a plan:

"I have a plan," Kuryakin admitted. "I intend to be a Section Head by the time I'm thirty."

Solo whistled, his attention drawn back by the boldness of that statement.

"Any particular Section in mind?" he asked. "You know that..."

"No-one from the Soviet Union has ever been Section Head since UNCLE was founded?" There were few enough UNCLE agents in any area from the Eastern Bloc and to allow them into positions of power was all but unheard of outside of their own country. "I like a challenge."

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