Three lines from three WIPs? I think not

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So there's a meme going around to pick lines from three WIPs you have.

But where's the fun in that? I have like twenty WIPs in various states of completion. Here are the ones most interesting to me/most likely to get finished:

1. My remix of rapfic's "Going Native"

Felix damn well would spot something on those charts and images that Fuzzy and his eco brought back. There would be something that could be massaged to fit the descriptions in the Book of Pythia or one of the other books the President put such stock in if Felix had to fake it himself.He already knew Fuzzy had been the scout sent in the right general direction.

President Roslin and Admiral Adama wanted to take the fleet to Earth. Felix wasn't that picky.

Anywhere in the Federation would do.

2. Sequel to The Desert Between

“But that’s the way Grandma taught me to sing!”

Sevakis, daughter of Supar, daughter of V’Hal, last (for now) of the House of Tokel, of the House of Surak by marriage, stared down at her house-daughter, Jata Uhura. The child stuck her lower lip out theatrically and folded her arms, though it was not long before she lowered her eyes as was proper for a child. “Your grandmother teaches you African music; those songs must be sung in the African manner. However, the song you were singing was a Vulcan song, and should be sung in the style that I have taught you.”

3. Untitled Teen Wolf thing.

"Insurance," Derek said gruffly, pulling out a thick—very thick, holy cow—stack of papers.

Stiles fell out of his chair. "Ow," he said, more out of surprise than anything else. He sprang to his feet and dove for the papers. "Werewolf insurance?" he snickered. "You are not seriously saying there is werewolf insurance!" Except that's what it said, right up top. No, it said 'Paranormal Insurance.' So not just werewolves, everything that went bump (or aaargh, or growl) in the night. That was even better. Stiles had visions of the most boring insurance office ever, except with zombies and vampires and werewolves (oh my!) hanging out in the waiting room reading boring magazines.

4. Stargate/Criminal Minds crossover

There was a knock on the door. Derek stood up as one of the local cops poked her head around the conference room door. Adams, that was her name.

"Hey, do you guys have any idea why the Air Force might be poking around this case?" she asked.

Derek and Rossi traded looks.

"The Air Force?" Rossi said, skeptically.

Adams shrugged. "That's what they say. Guy says his name is Davis, and he's in civvies but he's asking for information. Got a doctor with him, blonde woman, pretty, hasn't said much. Captain sent me to ask what you know."

"I have no idea," Rossi said. "But I'd sure as hell like to find out."

5. Sequel to Unreal Things

"So, let me get this straight," Jack said, looking at Daniel with his classic befuddled-but-skeptical look. He pointed at him across the briefing room table. "You're a robot?"

"No, Jack," Daniel said patiently (sort of), for the third time. "I'm a Cylon."

"A Cybernetic Lifeform Node," Sam added, helpfully. Also for the third time. "Think of it as a …"

"As a robot, basically," Jack said. "Right?"

6. The one where Cyd Charisse was a Vulcan

"Well," said the woman, "We're going to Amarillo, too. Through there, at any rate; once we hit Amarillo, we'll turn west on Route 66 and follow it all the way to California, where we'll be looking for work, too. I'm Patsy Ellen Finklea and this is my husband Enos Finklea. Billy here," she gestured to the toddler snuggled against her side, "is our youngest son, and that's John and Mary Pat in the back."

"I am T'Lasid."

Patsy Ellen Finklea—Finklea was probably a clan affiliation of some sort—frowned. "Tula Sid? Is Sid your family name?"

T'Lasid paused, trying to figure out how to answer the question. The woman seemed to be looking for a clan affiliation, but T'Lasid had no idea what a human-sounding clan name might be. "Sid is what my younger sister called me as a child," she said at last. Her clan name would be unpronounceable to humans.

7. The one where Anakin doesn't turn and he and Padme eventually get couples therapy.

"Well, we’ll just have to see what the local artisans can produce. Do you have any particular requests?"

"For what?" Anakin asked.

Padmé stared at him. "For art and pieces to decorate the house with. There’s so much to be done, before it really feels like a home."

"Really?" Anakin frowned, looking around. "Seems fine to me. I mean, there’s a couple of boxes to be unpacked still, but other than that, it’s way nicer than my home on Tatooine, and better than most places I stayed while on missions, too."

"Yes, but this isn’t a slave hovel, or a temporary lodging, this is our home," Padmé said patiently. Anakin’s background wasn’t his fault, and he’d done so well, it was hard to remember the boy in the junk shop, sometimes. "This is where we are raising our children. I want it to be nice."

Anakin shrugged and took another bite. "Whatever you want is fine with me." He didn’t look up at her, focusing instead on his plate.

Had she said something to offend him? He was so moody; sometimes he’d be fine, and others –she could never quite tell what would offend him.

Well. She’d wanted to design their home together, as they should have done before they were married; it looked like she would be doing it by herself.

8. The one about Carol Marcus and Jim Kirk's relationship.

As it turned out, Carol didn't have to give Farragut's captain a tour. "I'm Lieutenant-Commander Jim Kirk," said the young officer with a charming smile, sticking his hand out for her to shake. "Farragut's executive officer. This is Lieutenant Tash from our science department." He waved a hand at the Andorian beside him, whose blue uniform didn't quite go with his blue skin. "I'm afraid our schedule has been pushed up some; there's trouble in the next sector over, they want us to show the flag. So we've divided up the projects, and you get me and Tash."

"Let me guess," Carol said, "your captain chose to go visit Doctor Almeida's project?" The little unnamed planet the research station was located on was in the process of being terraformed; it had an atmosphere and minimal plant life, which made it attractive to her team's work, but also made it attractive to weapons testers—nobody would get very upset by a bunch of moss and algae being destroyed, not even the terraforming crew (as long as they stayed away from the ferns the terraformers were nurturing).

It was no surprise that the captain of a heavy cruiser would prefer the weapons team to her research, and Carol decided not be offended. After all, if he wasn't interested in her work, why should she waste her time with him? "And are you a scientist, Lieutenant-Commander Kirk?"

"Uh, no, sir," Kirk said, his smile turning slightly coy. "I'm a tactical officer at heart. But I've seen the work Doctor Almeida's doing before, so I thought this time I'd see what the future of terraforming will look like. But Tash here is quite interested in your field."