July 16th, 2003

Carravaggio

JP3 fic rated MA Mature adults only m/m slash PWP WIP

Just a wee snippet here to prove that I am writing, and I actually found a plot for more Alan and Billy adventures. This is out of sequence and just a teaser really so I'll dispense with the usual guff. Obviously it's rated MA for scenes of a sexual nature and obviously it's Alan and Billy. I just wanted to post because while it's probably not a first, I wanted to beat the rush for video phone sex. Yep, this little teaser for Part Two is brought to you by Vodaphone. No rights infringement intended.

Scene: Interior. Day. A local community hall is hosting a hastily thrown press conference to warn the local community to be alert but not alarmed that two velociraptors have escaped some rich twat's petting zoo and are now roaming the Highlands (cf Scotland's big cats).

Characters: Roddy, the local fisheries and wildlife officer who discovered evidence of the wee beasties, Dr Alan Grant who confirmed the tracks as velociraptor, Dr Billy Brennan, Alan's life partner who has ripped himself from his research in China to join Alan on this sortie, Captain McAlister from the nearby army base who is going to try and round up the beast with a few squaddies (can you say red shirts?) and Munro, from the local cop shop.

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Carravaggio

Our poesy is a gum, which oozes from whence 'tis nourished.

He that sleeps feels no toothache.
- Cymbeline

Good thing I taped Farscape as it was A Big Episode and I fell asleep during screening #1 and was dragging myself out of bed during screening #2. I didn't mean to fall asleep, I'd just had a day and a half. It was the one where John A decides to sacrifice himself and die horribly from radiation sickness. Note to Stargate PTB, this is how it's done properly, okay? It was a very good death scene, as death scenes go it was very artfully arranged with attendant friends and lovers, philosophical waxings between last breaths and I swear they even managed to slip in Kenneth Slessor's bells at the end. Alas, poor John.

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