Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

Title: Never A Dull Moment In Mid-World
Characters Boone Carlyle, Sheemie Ruiz
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 2100
Summary: Sheemie looks at him for a second like he’s crazy. “I never sat even once at the tables,” he says again, and Boone shakes his head again. “I’d say there’s always a first time. Don’t you?”
Spoilers: Lost: up until 1x20; the Dark Tower series: up until book seven, so avoid if you're not caught up.
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine, sadly. The DT is King's, and if it was mine be sure that the last 300 pages would have been very different. So no, do not own.
A/N: for the A Ficathon Walks Into A Bar challenge, where my prompt was 'Boone walks into a bar and meets Sheemie Ruiz'. Uh, this is probably weird. Hey, I tried. It was HARD, even if I <3 them both. ;) also using for au_abc, western. Stuff I owe will arrive later this week, I swear. Title stolen at random from the books.

( Because, you know, dying on an island lost in the middle of nowhere after you survived a plane crash is fucked up enough, but if this the afterlife, then it’s even more fucked up. )

This = my fic for scifibigbang. [And I'm sort of using it also for another table. *cough*]

Title: Devil's Arcade
Art: totally awesome art by divka
Pairings: Desmond/Sayid (main), Jack/Sawyer, Boone/Charlie (both sort non-explicit but there); most canon (male) characters appear. Sawyer/Kate and Desmond/Penny are sort of referred to, but they're both backstory.
Word Count: 32800
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: The rating is not only for a sex scene, but I went for it mostly because since it's a war fic it gets very violent, there's some gore, a full battle description, probably touchy/triggering subjects and everything that goes with the setting. (Though it's not a death fic.)
Summary: WWII AU; Desmond and Sayid (plus Charlie and Sawyer) are British soldiers at El Alamein. This follows them and others (Jack, plus Boone) in their unit from 1942 until 1945 (and sort of later, too).
A/N: first of all, endless thanks to elliotsmelliot who did an awesome beta-ing job for this in a very short time and whose help was just priceless beyond any possible description. Thank you so much again for it. And to divka who did the awesome art and who had to stand my complete and utter failure-ness with PMs. Also, this is the result of brainstorming over one fic idea for a year and a half. I just hope it did end up being a good effort. ;) Also, title stolen from Springsteen. Yes, I know you were all totally NOT expecting it.

Prologues [England, Iraq]; Part I [El Alamein - first]; Part II [El Alamein - second]; Interlude I [Tunisia]; Part III [Italy - Sicily]; Interlude II [Italy]; Part IV [Italy - Cassino]; Part V [Italy - Rome]; Part VI [Italy - Rome and Reggio Emilia]; Epilogues [Paris and New York]; Notes and references and research post; art by divka

Yes, I'm definitely nuts. But that was the porn battle prompt I couldn't get out of my head.

Title: Fire Of Unknown Origin
Rating: R
Pairing: Jacob/Castiel
Words: 1565
Summary: Castiel had told him to pay attention, it was, as humans sometimes said, like playing with fire; and Jacob had smiled his bright, angelic smile and said that if he got burned, it'd have just been fate.
Spoilers: er, general S4 for SPN (if you know who Castiel is then you're safe) and The Incident (5x16/5x17) for Lost.
Disclaimer: sure as hell they aren't mine, otherwise I wouldn't have lost half an hour between Lostpedia theories and angel lore. And I'm not rich enough, anyway.
A/N: written for the Porn battle for the prompt fate. Aaand, using for sacred_20 #15, fate, au_abc, x-over, and entering for lostfichallenge #95, crossover. Title stolen from Patti Smith, and by the way, Lost canon is a whole new level of complicate.

( Once, Jacob wasn't his name. That was before he fell, but after the Fall. )