Geocities announced it's closing down some time ago, and my old fic archive was over there. I want to have all my fic on some single site that's not fanfiction.net, and I decided I could as well bring the stuff over here. So, it's all on lj, now, all those silly old SG-1 fics, which might've been okay without all the over-the-top whump. I also managed to put together a header-sort-of-thing for my lj (me, of teh non-existent skillz in anything graphic), and changed the layout a bit. Nothing special, but maybe it looks a bit less generic and more individual now.
To celebrate this change of address for my old fic, and in nostalgic memory of all the weirdness I've ever written, I wrote this weeeird ficlet. A pretty much pointless thing, really, and not even all that funny, since every time I try to write crack, it takes itself all too seriously. Well. Maybe someone will read this some day, maybe not - I mostly wrote it for myself, anyway. :)
Title: Hurt, Comfort & Co.
Author: Veldeia
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood/Stargate SG-1/B5: Crusade/Iron Man (sort of)
Characters/Pairings: 10th Doctor, Jack Harkness, Daniel Jackson, Galen, Tony Stark & a few others. Gen, unless you wear slashy glasses and squint a lot. Told from the Doctor and Jack's points of view.
Spoilers: None for the shows. Some for my fics.
Warnings: The fourth wall gets broken. Also, there's some navel-gazing by the author.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: ~7300
Genre/Category: Crossover, crack, parody, hurt/comfort, adventure, mystery, drama, angst, whump without plot... You name it.
Disclaimer: Anything you can recognise isn't mine. The rest won't make much sense anyway.
Summary: A tragicomedy in two acts. You can read this as an adventure with gratuitous whump and a completely cracked premise, or as a self-ironic meta-sort-of-thing in the form of fiction by a long-time h/c addict, or anything in-between.
( I guess you can't understand, if you're not into h/c yourself. )