When you see this, post three lines from three WIPs you have.

[beatrice_otter]

1. "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 says he's a colonel and 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."

2. She had timed her journey well, and reached a small plateau just as the sun came into view over the mountain.  T'Lar dropped her pack from her shoulders, lifted her face to the mountain and her hands to the sun, and sang the morning blessing.  It took her a few notes to settle in to the melody; she had never sung it alone before, and had sung harmony for the last several years.  But Seleya would not care.

When the blessing was done, she put her flashlight in the pack, slung it over her shoulders, and continued on her journey—faster, now that she had the sun's light to see by.

By noon she had walked off the mountain and caught the train from the base of Seleya across the Forge to the city of Shi'Kahr, and been escorted from there to the main House of the clan of Surak to prepare for the arrival of her hostess and soon-to-be-student, Lady Amanda.

3. “What can joining your pack give Scott that he can't get hanging out on the fringes?" Stiles asked.

"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.  (Stiles had never been in an insurance office—this being the age of the internet—so it looked a lot like his doctor's office.)

Comments

[staranise]

Hee hee hee. HI MAJOR DAVIS.

[beatrice_otter]

HI THERE. ::waves back::

Seriously, my problem with this fic is that I need Derek and Rossi to be read into the basics of what Davis and Keller are looking for, but I don't really have enough justification because (once Davis has pulled strings to get the police files handed over, as you know he could do), he and Keller can find the Trust on their own and they don't need the FBI any more.

I would love to have an alpha reader on this one.

[staranise]

Really? I could so see reasons why an Air Force administrator and... civilian doctor? would want to get some top-notch professional investigators read in to the program to delegate the actual investigating to. Feel free to bounce ideas off me!

[beatrice_otter]

The problem is, all they have to do is drive around the city looking at properties owned by suspected Trust shell corporations that are supposed to be vacant and see if any are in use, and then call in the cavalry. It's too easy to need profiler help, but I can't figure out another way for them to find it.

Maybe I should send you what I have and you can look it over and see if there is some other way to do it.

Do I have your email? I'm on my phone and can't check.

[alexseanchai]

PARANORMAL INSURANCE

[beatrice_otter]

This is actually a thing you can buy! Seriously, it is. I saw it in some random article online, about the weirdest things that people insure, and went, OMG, seriously, THERE MUST BE FIC ABOUT THIS. Except I constitutionally can't write little thousand-word humor fics, they all sprout legs and grow, and then I don't have the patience to FINISH them, which is why I currently have 25 WIPs, with half of them hanging at around 10k words, which is generally about when I run out of steam.

[alexseanchai]

Cool.

Hah, yes. Sympathy.